Happy Birthday Marvel Comics

August 14th, 2009 No comments

Ok, I know I’m a couple of days late on getting this one out there, but I wanted to say it anyway.  Happy Birthday Marvel Comics.

On August 11, 2009, Marvel Comics celebrated its 70th birthday.  That’s a long time to be making comic books.  As a big fan of Marvel Comics, I certainly appreciate many of the storylines that I’ve read throughout the years.

Some people know that I’m a huge Spider-Man fan.  My wife got me the Amazing Spider-Man DVD for Xmas a couple of years ago that contains every issue of The Amazing Spider-Man from issue 1 to 531.   Spider-Man made his debut back in 1963 in Amazing Fantasy #15.   The character was well liked, so he got his own comic.  So that means that there has been 45 years + of Spider-Man comics.  Wow.

I have an active subscription of The Amazing Spider-Man to keep up to date.  I’ve purchased every issue from #532 (where my DVD leaves off) and last week received issue #601.  I’m still reading issue #600 (it’s like quadruple in size) though.

Since then, my wife has purchased the complete Fantastic Four comic DVD as well as the X-Men comic DVD.  I’ve been nibbling away at those from time to time, but it does take a while to get through.

I’ve got several Marvel T-shirts in my closet that I wear just about all of the time.  I also feel the need to see every movie based on a Marvel character just for the mere fact of supporting the franchise.  With that said, I’ll take a few moments to look back at movies based on Marvel characters…

1986

  • Howard the Duck.   (not one of their best)

1998

  • Blade

2000

  • X-Men

2002

  • Blade II
  • Spider-Man

2003

  • Daredevil
  • X2: X-Men United
  • Hulk
2004
  • The Punisher
  • Spider-Man 2
  • Blade: Trinity
2005
  • Elektra
  • Fantastic Four
  • Man-Thing
2006
  • X-Men: The Last Stand
2007
  • Ghost Rider
  • Spider-Man 3
  • Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer
2008
  • Iron Man
  • The Incredible Hulk
  • Punisher: War Zone
2009
  • X-Men Origins: Wolverine
I have most of those on DVD and trying to upgrade those to Blu-Ray (with my wife’s consent of course).  I’m also looking forward to what Marvel has on tap in the near future:
2010
  • Iron Man 2
2011
  • Spider-Man 4
  • Thor
  • The First Avenger: Captain America
  • Deadpool
2012
  • The Avengers
  • X-Men Origins: Wolverine 2
So there appears to be a lot more Marvel goodness on the horizon.  Here’s to you Marvel! Keep writing them, and I’ll keep indulging.
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Party Invitations

August 13th, 2009 1 comment

At what point did party invitations become something to stress out about?

Seriously. 

Trace’s 9th birthday is coming up, and he’s decided that he wants to have his party at Laser Tag of Baton Rouge.  I like this idea because quite frankly, they do everything.   The kids are entertained, the cake is made available, the food is provided, the drinks are provided.  It’s just an all-around win win.  We’re even given a party host to assist us with handling the gifts and all of that stuff. 

Anyway, Laser Tag provides some invitations (which is included with the price of the party), but for some reason these invitations weren’t good enough this year (he had his party there last year as well).   Trace has repeatedly stated that he no longer wants character anything.  His backpack for school has to be a solid color (or two; as long as one of those two colors is black) and all of his school folders need to be a solid color.   Gone are the days when I could pick up a Transformers lunch box and he’ll be happy with it.  Gone also are the days when I can pick up anything with a Marvel Superhero on it and he’ll be happy with it (much to my chagrin).   So imagine my surprise when he said that he wanted a Pokemon themed party.

To be honest.  I’m tired of this damn Pokemon phase.  It’s gone on way too long and I think someone somewhere needs to put a stop to this Pokemon crap once and for all.  I’m tired of stepping on those cards.  I’m tired of being asked to buy more of these Pokemon cards.  I’m tired of hearing about all of these Pokemon games that he must have for his Gameboy or DS.   What’s even worse was the news that we got that the last 3 Pokemon games that were released all had the same story.  The only difference was the ability to acquire a “special” Pokemon from one to the other.  WTF?  I just spent $30 for a game that he’s already played who knows how many times?  It’s ridiculous, but I digress, back on topic now…

So my wife buys 2 packs of these Pokemon invitations that will be used in lieu of the Laser Tag ones to invite children to Trace’s party.  Trace began chomping at the bit to disperse these invitations, but failed to realize that when you buy these invitations as the store, they don’t come already written out with the information concerning Trace’s birthday party (although that is certainly a service that I would pay for).  He continues to argue his point that he wants to give the boy that lives across the street an invitation, I tell him that he needs to wait until momma fills it out first and that giving Cole an “blank” invitation serves no purpose whatsoever.  He finally relents and decides to wait.

So my wife starting filling out these invitations on the way to the cub scout den meeting last night because he wants to invite some boys from his den to the party.   Since he’s not inviting everyone, I offer some suggestions on doing this discreetly, but it falls on deaf ears.  Instead he’s running around with the invitations in hand waiting for the kids to show up.  Luckily, the only boys that showed up for the meeting are the ones that he was going to invite anyway, so no feelings had to be spared.

So this morning, my wife finishes filling out the invitations and has decided that she would offer to bring some of the boys in the neighborhood to the party with us to avoid it being such a strain on some of the parents.  Seeing as we live 30-35 minutes away from Laser Tag, I welcome this idea.  However, my wife becomes conflicted as to how to accomplish this task.   I suggest that she put a little note in the invitations that are going to the these kids informing their parents that we’re offering that service for them.

Susan: What time do you think we’ll be leaving for the party?

Bob:  Huh?  We need to decide right now what time we’re going to be leaving for a party that’s 2 1/2 weeks away?

Susan: I wanted to put on the note that we’ll be leaving at X time and that if their son was riding with us to be at our house at that time.

Bob: Why not just offer and have them get back with us?

Susan: No, I don’t want to do that.

*Sigh* Whatever.  A few minutes later, I’m questioned as to what color sticky post-it note should be used to relay this message to parents.

Susan : “Should I use yellow, purple, or pink post-it notes?”

Bob:  “Seriously? You’re concerned about the color of the post-it note?”

Susan: “Well, do you think pink will be too girly?”

Bob: “Too girly for what? The note is coming from you.  Besides, no one is going to look beyond the color of the post-it note and think that Trace is a little fruitcake because his mom chose pink to send them a message”

She decides on purple anyway and leaves the room to prepare the message for the neighborhood parents.  A few minutes go by and I decide that I need my second cup of coffee.  Immediately entering the kitchen, I’m ambushed by my wife yet again concerning the message on the post-it note; which read:

<Child’s Name> is welcomed to ride with us to the party. 

Super.  It was simple and to the point. 

Susan : Do you think I need to say anything else?

Bob : Umm, no.  If their child will ride with us, I’m sure they’ll let us know beforehand.

Thank goodness we’ve decided that this is the last year of the big party for him.

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Class Reunion

August 10th, 2009 3 comments

This past weekend, East Jefferson High School’s Class of 1989 had its 20 year reunion.  I’m still in awe by that, but anyway, I have to say that I had a wonderful time…

As my wife and I were heading into town, we stopped off at the Esplanade Mall to do a little shopping.  Not that we were looking for anything in particular, but it had been a while since I had been to that mall, and my wife never passes up an opportunity to do a little gratuitous shopping. 

After the mall, we went to go check in at the hotel.  My wife opted to stay in the car as I checked in because she hadn’t put any makeup on and was concerned about people seeing her without it.  I thought that was quite baffling because if I didn’t care, why should she?  Anyway, knowing I was bound to run into someone else checking in from my class, I eagerly awaited who it would be… To my surprise, it was Eddie Carrick.  Which really would have been cool, but I did just see him 2 months earlier at the Haynes reunion and I would be seeing him again an hour from that point because some of us agreed to meet up for dinner before the reunion and the Carricks were going to be there.

I got to select where I wanted me room to be, which I thought was quite neat.  I don’t recall ever having that option before with a hotel.  I opted for a room on the first floor, real close to where the reunion was going to be held.   I figured it would serve a dual purpose:

1)  When my wife gets bored, she can easily get back to the room without issue, and

2) After my wife left the reunion and got bored with sitting by herself in the room, she could easily get back to the reunion. 

We got dressed and of course we were late getting to dinner.  Go figure.  I put this dinner thing together and I’m late getting there?  Nice one Bob.  We met Michelle Ensley (Rigdon) and Dana Teppen (Rome) at Olive Garden and we were seated at a table for 10.   Eddie Carrick and his wife joined shortly thereafter, but Kevin Lee and his girlfriend were a no show.  Damn Kevin.  We haven’t see you in ages!

Things seemed real tense at dinner, well until Eddie and his wife arrived.  We got conversation going.  Laughing ensued and drinks started being drank.  Afterwards we all dispersed and went to the reunion.

I saw Rick Philibert at the table and he looked up at me.  I could tell he had no clue as to who I was.  That’s when I asked him, “Are you serious?  You don’t know who I am?”  He replied with, “Yeah I know who you are.”  But he still had that look on his face that said otherwise.  He was rescued by Darbi saying, “that’s Bobby Laurent…”  Of course Rick knew who I was then.  I immediately reminded him that in addition to the three years at E.J., we spent 3 years at Haynes.

Now, I have to say that I downplayed the whole reunion thing beforehand.  I thought perhaps it would be a few people that I would talk to.  I would keep to myself and a select few friends, and I would not abandon my wife once.  However, I had a truly wonderful time.   I made my rounds like I’m assuming most people did, but all in all, everyone was quite friendly and a pleasure to be around.

I was surprised to see Scott Glendenning there to be honest.  He didn’t go to E.J. but I knew Scott from some other circle of friends that I hung out with during my high school years.  So that was a nice treat.   I was also amazed by the number of people that have managed to defy aging.   Some of them looked exactly the way they did 20 years ago. 

The night went by rather quickly.  I learned something rather important as it was winding down.  Crown Royal does not taste all that great straight up.   Michelle’s husband and I made an attempt to down an entire glass of the stuff, but could only make it half way.

With the night being so young (11:00 PM) we headed to the hotel bar and I immediately received the sticker shock from a $6 beer.  Instead of blowing all of my money at that bar, some of us decided to head over to the daiquiri shop which was conveniently located next door to the hotel.  However that didn’t last too long (although it didn’t feel that way) we made our way back to the hotel bar.

I ran into Ann Ledbetter at the bar and found here to be quite friendly as well.  She and I didn’t share any classes together, but we were in the same homeroom class for the 3 years I was at EJ.  Conversing with her for a few minutes eventually brought up the name Robert Laurent, which is my name, but was also the name of my complete opposite at EJ.

I had the distinct pleasure of having someone with the same name as me in high school.  Talk about cause some havoc during my days there.  Whew.  There was trouble from day one.  My homeroom teacher through my papers in the garbage because she thought there was a mistake.  He was Robert G. Laurent, and I was Robert L. Laurent.  But she didn’t look at the middle initial (why would she?).  It’s not like I have a common last name or anything, but to have the same first name as well?  It was crazy.

Ann referred to him and I as being like night and day.   I had my run-ins with the school office during my tenure too.  Who would have thought that my being tardy (only once) would end up costing me a detention because I had supposedly exceeded the number of tardies allowed?   I got out of that detention though.  I think I just refused to show.  Perhaps he got in trouble for that.

I ended up having a long talk about politics with Patrick Cockran (who I don’t remember ever being so damn tall in the past).  I typically don’t engage in political discussions with friends because I get to be very passionate on my beliefs, so unless they lean the same way I do, I just don’t even start.  I don’t know how it started in this case, we were both drunk.

I could go on and on about who I saw at the reunion, but then it would just get boring.  I’m going to give a shout out to Leslie (one of my readers) and wanted to let her know that it was nice seeing her again. 

I’m looking forward to the 25.  Which will be even more rewarding because I’m not going to have to wait 10 years for it.

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20 Years Gone In a Blink of an Eye

August 7th, 2009 No comments

I graduated from East Jefferson High School at the young age of 17.   I have one of those late occurring birthdays (November) which allowed me to see the majority of my classmates turn 18 before graduation.  Anyway, I remember thinking back then how time seemed to flow so slowly.  A year back then was an eternity.

If you think about it, time is a relative concept.  A year to a 17 year old is 1/17th of the lifespan.   Whereas a year to me now is 1/37th of my lifetime.   So a year back then would be somewhat equivalent to 2-2.5 years of how it would have been interpreted back then.

My classmates were counting down the days back in May 1989 until we would no longer be in high school.   Each day seemed longer than the previous, but of course we all got through it.

Since then however, the time that has passed seems to have gone by faster and faster (as I mentioned above).  But I’m having a hard time grasping that it’s been 20 years since then.  Wow.  Where did 20 years go?

Something to ponder:

  • The kids that graduated this past year (2009) where not even born when I graduated.

I guess I’m having some nostalgic moments now because I’ll be attending my 20 year class reunion tomorrow.   Crazy.

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My Time Machine

July 14th, 2009 2 comments

Facebook has become among many things, my own personal time machine. The only problem however is that I haven’t been able to find that Read-Only override setting.

I’m hoping that I don’t have to explain that sentence above. I’m sure that my readers are just bursting with the knowledge and excessive brain activity that will preclude me from having to take the time to explain that ‘Read-Only’ means, well just that; read only. It means you can look, but can’t change anything. Similar to a CD-ROM drive where you can put the CD (Compact Disk) in and view the ROM (Read Only Memory). Ok, I’m getting a bit technical here and I know how some of you feel about that.

Anyway, back to my time machine. I’m always running into and reconnecting with people from my past on Facebook. For the most part (those of you that have been paying attention) Facebook has been a pleasurable experience. It allows me to reflect back and make me realize just how old I’m getting.

In the movies, whenever our hero steps into a time machine, he/she is informed about how dangerous things can be if they go back in time and change anything. Even the most minute of changes could cause major catastrophe and in turn cause the universe to implode or explode or whatever universes do when they cease to exist. Our hero in this case isn’t hampered by a ‘Read-Only’ time machine.

Now that my extreme geekiness is beginning to show, perhaps I should get to my point. The point being that Facebook has become my personal time machine although read-only. I’ve been able to go back in time and reflect back on memories that I had way back in the day. I’ve been able to go back and think about some of the decisions I’ve made (both good and bad) and reflect back and wonder about the effect that such decisions have had on my life.

For the most part, I would leave everything almost exactly the way they originally went down. I’m a firm proponent of believing in the idea that “what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” But I also believe that I should be given the opportunity for a mulligan (do over).

For example…

  • Would it really have been bad to go back and prevent my Kindergarten self from getting his finger smashed in the car door in the Schwegmann’s parking lot in August 1976? Seriously. Had I not gotten that injury (I lost a finger nail for a while) then when Missy Moore had (accidentally mind you) stepped on this same finger during nap time a couple of weeks later, I wouldn’t have had to return to the emergency room. That incident did nothing for me except make me reflect back upon it now and realize just how much if an idiot I was back then.
  • Would it also have been bad to go back and prevent myself from *ahem* putting rocks in my ears because the kids were too loud while waiting for the bus? Yeah, one got stuck, and it took another trip to the emergency room to get it out. Not to be outdone however, my younger brother did the same thing the following week, complete with his very own trip to the emergency room. To think that people actually used the expression, “Son! Do you have rocks in your head?” To which I could reply, “Well, as a matter of fact, there was this one time…”

Stupid shit like that, I should be able to do again, because although learning experiences. They sucked.

  • I would have never worn those green corduroys. What was I thinking?
  • I would have never had lit that bottle rocket that ended up hitting one of my friends, thus scarring him for life.
  • I would have never hit my grandmother’s dog on the head with a badminton racket, thus causing him to scratch me and leave a scar under my left eye.

Ok, most things that caused injury to me and others would be things that I would want to do away with. But I do realize that my personal relationships with people developed the way they were intended and I shouldn’t want to change them.

I would think that perhaps had I not gotten involved with this woman or that woman or any numerous of failed relationships that I’ve had, I probably wouldn’t have developed into the person that I am today. Without that, I wouldn’t have Susan in my life. She fell in love with the person that I am today (ok maybe more like 8 years ago) and without learning through life experiences that may not have happened.

It’s funny and somewhat ironic that some of my favorite Sci-Fiction television shows and/or stories revolve around some time manipulation device. I love pondering the ‘what if’ this never happened or ‘what if’ that would have happened instead. I like wondering what would change (if anything) if people were given the power to actually go back in time and not fall victim to read-only mode.

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The Power of Music

July 10th, 2009 1 comment

So, I’ve been making some trips to the doctor lately. Well, two doctors actually. One is an Ear/Nose/Throat specialist and the other is my general practitioner. I’ve been suffering from allergies year round for like the past couple of years, so I decided to do something about it. So with the combination of prescriptions I’m taking, I’ve been feeling somewhat “out of it” (for a lack of a better term).

What I mean by “out of it” is that I get these bouts of dizziness often. If I turn my head too quickly one way or the other, I space out. I also get these periods where I’m confused. It’s really hard to explain really. But a good example would be something that occurred last night:

On my way home from work yesterday, I called my wife to see what she would like for dinner. I had to stop at the grocery store anyway, so I thought I would get a suggestion from her. She requested Chinese, which would work because there is a Chinese place practically next door to the grocery. So I decided to pop into ‘Hot Wok’ and place and order and then do my grocery shopping while they were cooking my food (‘About 10 minutes’). Anyway, apparently I had paid for the meal after placing it, when I went to go pick it up after shopping, I couldn’t remember if I had paid or not. The woman behind the counter thought I was crazy for trying to pay for my food for a second time.

On top of the dizziness and confusion, I’ve been having somewhat restless nights. I toss and turn and I feel like I’m just lying there in bed the whole night watching the alarm clock. Yet, I must sleep because I know I’ve been having dreams (although bizarre ones, which is another story altogether).

So hearing the alarm clock go off this morning didn’t sit well with me. I felt like I didn’t sleep at all, but wanted to get coffee going, only to step into cat vomit (this is starting to sound a bit familiar). Grumpy Bob became Grumpier Bob and even more grumpier once I realized the air conditioner wasn’t working (deja vu). It’s also garbage day, and I neglected to get the garbage out the night before. Oh, and my father-in-law is coming over tonight, which means that my wife is going to be a complete ball of stress for the entire day because well, she stresses about these things.

So, I’m frantically trying to get things done. Get coffee going first (a guy has his priorities), fix the AC, and wonder what to do about the cat vomit that is on my bedroom carpet. I don’t want to make too much noise while my wife is sleeping because I was already having a bad enough day to have to deal with the wrath of Susan. Luckily she woke up on her own! Whew! I can address that mess now without having to fear for my life.

By the time I had gotten everything done, I realize that an hour has gone by since I woke up. So it was non stop since I woke up and I still haven’t had my first cup of coffee. I got the trash out to the street, addressed the litter boxes (we have three) and got ready for work.

So, I’m tired and grumpy and have to go to work now to boot (thankfully it’s Friday). I get into my car and turn on the radio to discover that Walton and Johnson are still running repeats. My CD player has a CD that’s stuck (I need to figure out how to get that disc out), so I either listen to what I have in the CD player (again) or put on the ear-buds and listen to what I have on my iPhone.

I put the song list on shuffle (I like to be surprised) and put it on full blast. I’m blessed with Detroit Rock City (KISS) and as I’m driving down my street, I find myself singing along with Paul Stanley, which I can assume must have been loud because I began hearing myself over the song. But the strange thing was, it perked me right up. I no longer cared about the ordeal I just went through at home, nor was I bothered about my commute to work.

Now, I need to just make it through the day (and night).

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Subway – Eat Fresh!

July 9th, 2009 3 comments

I’d like to take the time to mention that one of my readers has opened up a Subway in Metairie, LA.   I encourage all of my readers to show her some support and stop by the new Subway located on 2309 David Dr. in Metairie.

Is there anyone that doesn’t like Subway?  

So if you’re in the area of that Subway, hell even if you’re not in the area, you should stop by, grab a sandwich and a cookie and enjoy.

Subway via Google Maps

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A Luau For The Ages

June 15th, 2009 3 comments

I got plenty of strange looks from people that were asking me my plans for this past weekend.  Not because I actually had plans, but because of what my plans were…

Coworker:  Hey Bob, what do you have planned this weekend?

Bob:  I’m going to a Jr High School reunion.

Coworker:  Cool.  Wait.  Jr High School reunion?  They have those?

Bob: They do now.

I had been looking forward to this event for some time now.   I was going to see what some people I haven’t seen in at least 23 years were up to.   On top of that, I figured that it was going to be fun and overall a good time.   I had a blast.

Now, I was a bit concerned about my wife at this event.  She’s somewhat shy when it comes to people that she knows, so putting her in a setting where the only person she knew was me, was going to be somewhat stressful.   I did my absolute best to calm her fears beforehand.  I just wanted her to enjoy herself.  I knew it was going to be completely impossible for her to have as good a time as I would.  I took steps in booking a hotel room and we left the house early in the afternoon so we could take in some shopping before going to the reunion.

After venturing to the Lakeside Mall for a bit, I was pleased to hear my wife suggest that we grab a couple of daiquiris before heading to the hotel so we could change.   I took this as meaning that she was going to give this a good effort on her part.  She wanted to have a good time and it became obvious to me that she was going to be quite the trooper.

Perhaps the only concern I had about attending this party was the fact that it was going to be held at someone’s residence.   I had recieved word that 95+ had already prepaid, with more planning on paying at the door.   We’re looking at over a hundred people in someone’s house.  The logistics of this alone was enough to make one wonder how this was going to go down.

When we showed up, I was relieved to discover that the house was quite large.   So I opened the front door and walked in and noticed that the place was huge.  I was asked my name on the way in and was “leied” by a greeter.  A name tag was attached to my lei with my name pre-printed on it along with a small copy of my 7th grade photo (I was a scrawny little thing back then).    I signed the guest book and noticed that Dana Rome (Teppen) and her husband Al was already there.  I was pleased to hear about this because Dana had told me previously that she wouldn’t be going.

So I walked through the house to the back yard and was just flabbergasted.  There were already a good number of people there and the place was decorated to the gills.  It was really nice.  I introduced my wife to Dana and her husband and went to go get a couple of beers. 

As I turned around from acquiring two Bud Lights from the pirogue, I saw Allen Shinault.  I knew I recognized that face, so I quickly glanced down at his name tag and he did the same.   Once we realized who the other was, hugs ensued.  It had been at least 25 years since we saw one another.   He was someone that I knew from Metairie Grammar, which I thought was too cool.

From that point on, familiar faces strolled on in.   The majority of the people were people I knew from my classes at Haynes.  I became more and more suprised by the number of people that not only attended Haynes, but attended Metairie Grammar as well.    As the hours rolled by, the number of beers that I consumed grew larger and larger.

Now, I could sit here and type out the names of every person that I made contact with, but like my friend Michelle mentioned, I was a social butterfly.   I made sure that I spoke to as many people as I could.  I’m certain that I missed a few, but I made quite an effort.

Among the highlights of the night was watching Eddie Carrick come incredibly close to falling into the pool.  He’ll argue that he wasn’t as close as it seemed, but what he doesn’t realize is that people started taking bets as to how much longer it was going to be before he actually fell in.   I at one point considered tipping one of the servers that were bringing trays of food around to assist Eddie and give him a nudge, but thought better of it.

An interesting thing that I wanted to point out was about the restroom facilities.  The toilets had some state of the art flushing mechanism that was on top.  It was a combination of 2 buttons, which I found incredibly weird at first, but quickly learned to adapt.  Also when I was washing my hands, I noticed a television set that was somehow part of the mirror.   At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me or that I had already had too much to drink.   However, as I was leaving the restroom I made a comment about the TV and someone else commented on how cool it was.   I considered getting back in line because I wanted to see what the score of the LSU game was.

The other bathroom was cool too.  There was some control knob on the wall that cold be turned and water would shoot down from the ceiling into the bath tub.   The toilet was the same as the previous one, but I didn’t notice a TV.   I did see the word NAMASTE in big letters near the ceiling and commented on it to the hostess.  She was somewhat surprised to hear me not only pronounce the word properly, but also by me explaining what the word meant.  

In my opinion, the night went by too quickly.  I had a wonderful time, and I think my wife did too.  I remember leaving the party, but I really don’t remember the drive to the hotel.   The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the bed at the hotel.  I noticed my Hawaiian shirt crumbled in a ball on a chair.  On top of that, my head was pounding.   I drank too much and didn’t eat enough.  I always end up doing that and make a promise that I seem to always break that I won’t ever do that again.

My 20 year class reunion is coming up in August.  It’s a good thing that it’s 2 months away because I’m going to need that much time to recover from this one.   I really enjoyed seeing my former classmates.  I just hope it’s not another 25 years before I see that bunch again.

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Summer of Reunions

June 12th, 2009 No comments

I mentioned before about how Facebook has made it incredibly easy to reconnect with people from my past.  I’ve managed to reconnect with former classmates at both my Jr High school and my High School.  On top of that, I’ve also managed to reconnect with childhood friends as well.   Friends that I had when I stayed with my grandmother and friends that I had when I lived on Pasadena St have also been able to reconnect with me.  Overall, the whole Facebook experience has just been wonderful.

With that said, I’m really looking forward to the reunions this summer.

I went to Jr High school at Vernon C Haynes.  I entered in the Fall of ’83 and left in the Spring of ’86.  So, in a span of 3 years, I met some really wonderful people.   Granted, I had some carry over from my elementary school (Metairie Grammar) but not as many as you would think.  In fact, looking back, I really can’t remember which elementary school was responsible for the greater influx of kids that fed into it.  It’s really not important either.    What’s important is that tomorrow night, I’m going to see a bunch of people that I went to Jr High with. 

We’re having a Luau themed reunion.  I’ve never worn a Hawaiian shirt before, but there’s a first time for everything.  There are some people that I will see for the first time in 15 years.  Some I will see for the first time in 20 years, and some I will see for the first time in 23 years.   Some will be people that I went to elementary school with (very few) but mostly people that I know only from Haynes.

I’m looking forward into running into the kids from GT that I knew back then.  Eddie Carrick is among those, Donna McClary is among them, and Robert Reidenauer is also among them.  It’s going to be really neat to see what they’re up to now and also to meet their significant others.    Eddie of course I will see at our 20 yr high school reunion as well.

I will miss seeing some people that I really hoped to see.  Eddie Painter won’t be there.  David Marshall won’t be there, and Richard Howe won’t be there.   Most people probably won’t know what to think when they see me without David present, but they’ll deal.   I will however get to see Michelle Rigdon (at both reunions).   It’s going to be fun.  I’m looking forward to it.

Coming up in August will be my 20 year East Jefferson High School class reunion.   I went to the 5 year and the 10 year reunions and had a good time.  Apparently there was a 15 year reunion, but I never heard about it until after the fact (which puzzles me, but whatever).   That should be a good time too.  Some of the people that I will see there will be some of the ones I’ll see tomorrow night.  

What’s going to be interesting this time around is that I’ll be bringing someone along with me.  In reunions past, I’ve always gone solo.   I’ve only been married for 3 years, so I’ve been that single guy up to this point.  Plus, who wants to bring a date (other than a spouse) to a class reunion anyway?

So, I’m pumped.  I’m looking forward to drinking, eating, and having a good time with my former classmates.  I hope it goes well tomorrow night because I’m already thinking that stuff like this should happen more often.

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Father’s Day is Approaching

June 9th, 2009 No comments

What can I say?  I hate Father’s Day.   I hate it for two reasons…

First off, my father was about as useless as they come.  He left my mom when I was only a year old.  Even worse, my mother was pregnant with my younger brother at the time.  What kind of person does that?  What possesses someone to leave his pregnant wife with a 1 year old and a 5 year old to fend for themselves?  He’s an asshole.  I’ve tried reaching out from time to time in hopes that I could get some sort of explanation about why he would do such a thing.  Nada. 

Over the years, my mom tried to explain to me that my father was a self-centered and selfish man.  My mom also had to take drastic measures in order to FORCE the man to pay child support.  He’s spent a Christmas in jail before because he bailed on being responsible.   We ended up catching up to him by calling my grandparent’s house and lerarning that he was there.

I’ve never received a call from him on my birthday.  Not once.  I think he’s probably on his 4th or 5th wife.  He’s married to a woman that is only a few years older than my oldest brother.   He has a family with them.  He’s got a son and daughter with Leigh.   That means that I have a half-brother and half-sister out there that probably have no idea that I even exist. 

I never had a father figure growing up.  My mom never remarried.  She dated here and there, but nothing ever panned out for her to remarry.   I had no one to take me to scouting events.  I had no one to teach me how to hit a baseball or catch one for that matter.  On top of that, my mom had to work her ass off just to provide for me and my brothers.  I commend her for that.

Secondly, I hate Father’s Day because that means that I’m going to have to deal with Trace’s dad.  His dad is an asshole, and as much as it pains me to say it, his only saving grace is that he’s not as bad as my dad.   It’s been several weeks since we heard from him.  I’m predicting a phone call next Thursday evening letting Trace know that he’ll pick him up on Saturday and keep him overnight.   The guy does nothing for Trace.  It’s a chore for him to go to a fucking baseball game.  It’s inconvenient for him to drive out of his way for anything that Trace needs.  He’s a prick.  He doesn’t deserve to be Trace’s father.

There should be a Stepfather’s Day.   People can’t even really begin to imagine how difficult it is emotionally for stepfathers on Father’s Day.  What are you going to do though?

So, when Father’s Day rolls around, I’m going to call my mom and wish her a Happy Father’s Day.  She played both parts, and she deserves it.

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