6 years, open sez a please

wife and i realized on saturday afternoon that sunday is our 6th anniversary.

both of us forgot.

this is not a bad thing in either of our books as we've been having a good summer and our life is full. being preggers also probably helps things. we did an early ultrasound and the kid looks like a pea, but the pea is where it needs to be and checked out fine. so by the time you read this, we're about 7 weeks into the cooking of the second kid. nine months in a crock pot. somewhere in there is a joke, but...

is it me, or was francis scott key gay? not that it matters, but all i have to go on is the use of the word spangled in the national anthem and his three word name. in fact, the only reason i bring it up is to piss off straight folks that bristle when their sexuality, car or country are tweaked with.

speaking of cars, ours are trapped in our garage. the garage door opening mechanism is fubar. structurally-failing fubar. so i need our repairman to come over simply to free our cars in the first place before giving me an invoice for a whole new door and opening system.

we're due for the replacement, but no one feels real eager to plunk down more than $1K for a repair. i'm slightly psyched to get a keypad entry installed on the outside. but then i am reminded of some friends that walked up the street to a barbecue, left all keys and such in their locked up home and were screwed when they wanted to get back in after a power outage. doph!

speaking of barbecues, my whole family was in town for the first time in 2.5 years. convergence made even better by wife's folks being out of the country and her family being virtually nonexistent at the time.

daughter had three of her cousins bunking with us and she loved every minute of it. it went even better than i could have expected. that is except for the sparkler incident with daughter.

they claim these new fangled bamboo sparklers are safer. they burn away as the sparkler burns and you do not have the pesky, hot metal stick left afterwards.

well, the bamboo is not exactly turning into smoke and floating away. it is temporarily charcoal embedded in the ground or person into which it falls.

and while dad was closely supervising daughter with her first sparkler, he neglected to put shoes on daughter or himself. so we both burned our feet. but a 34 year old can handle it a bit better than a 3 year old can. thankfully nothing worse happened, but i am still kicking myself for letting her near them in the first place.

but honestly, that is the only dark spot on what is turning into the best summer ever. and this with no out of town vacation planned even.

bulls are running in spain i read. back in the piss and vinegar days, i wanted to do this. even before city slickers i think. now i am more like those men in city slickers and have no desire to go near the bulls. not to mention it would mean doing the whole thing sober. no fucking way.

mardi gras has also lost its appeal, but not due to my being sober. i'd go back to new orleans in a heartbeat. but after doing mardi gras three years straight, i am done.

for some reason, live music concerts have lost their appeal to me too. this has nothing to do with booze i will quickly point out. the fact that i still go to baseball games sober proves that i am not avoiding events that can sometimes only be fun while intoxicated.

an ex-coworker called me up the other day and said i needed to come with her and another ex-coworker to a businessmen's special game in august..."even though i don't drink now, it could still be a lot of fun." she brings this caveat up enough that it has gone from sounding funny to silly and slightly annoying. but i know this person well enough to know she does not mean it in a bad way.

ok, that's about all i've got to bore you with for now. thanks for reading.