Busy as a Biz-zee!

Wow, I have driven almost 2000 miles since my last post. That means I have been extremely busy. Not a lot of time to post. Funny Story---Tuesday before last(June 28), my fiance was out of town visiting her parents and visiting possible wedding sites in W.Va., I typed up this huge blog detailing the weekend events-wedding, family, etc.... Piece of crap laptop at our house locked up when I initiated the spell checker on my monologue. So, there was 45 minutes wasted on an entry that will never be read. Suck! I also missed the entire new episode of Reno 911 that night. Dedicated, huh?

Oh, well. The wedding was really nice. I really enjoyed seeing all my family, friends, and people (for lack of better term). We had a great time at the reception and after party. (I staggered back to my parent's house as the sun was getting ready to rise.) Still, it was great to catch up with a lot of people. From the last post, I explained how I was next on the list for marriage. I took from my cousin's wedding this-"No matter how ready you think you are, you aren't at all, but that's okay." This applies to everything in life. That's what experiences are all about. And that is what makes them memorable. Any event so exciting that has happened to anyone can be described in great detail from the individual. Every emotion and physical feeling is etched into the fibers of their being. It often becomes a happy place one returns to often when he/she needs cheering. They don't need anyone to remind them. First home run in T-Ball, getting one's driver's license, first kiss.....ah. You see what I'm saying.

Fourth of July, feelings? Mine? How about if you shoot off fireworks, clean up your mess no later than noon the next day. We were out of town for the fourth visiting family. We come home to a mess that has the appearance of strewn trash across our front yard. Family members can liken it to an entire brick of Black Cats ignited at once. A mess nonetheless.

Last year on the Fourth, we were getting ready for our Western Caribbean cruise. Packing for our flight we heard several fireworks discharging. We even opened the blinds so we could see them flash. Since the flight to Tampa left at 6:30 a.m., we were in bed by 11:30. By midnight the fireworks were raging as if we had just defeated the British and continued to do so until 2:00 a.m. Beth wasn't happy-as if I needed to say that. If Beth ain't happy....

I hope you had a great Fourth of July weekend. I know if I have to eat another grilled hotdog or burger in the next week, I may just regurgitate. Until next time.

PS Chase, "Bist du dumm oder vas, Lan"