and I'm jello, baby. Strawberry jello, though. Not lemon-lime or anything nasty like that. And of course I'd probably be used in a pretzel salad or something, because I can be a little salty at times, but the saltiness is offset by how sweet I am. Make sense? Yeah, I didn't think so either.
Anyways, Happy 2009 or whatever. I'm not big on New Years, with the whole changing of the calendars, and the giant ball dropping, and poor Dick Clark showing up on tv looking like a statue from Madame Tussauds come to life. Everything is the same as it was on December 31st, but because we all have to buy new calendars, they decide to make it a federal holiday. Who was sitting around thinking, "You know what Mary? (Mary is this guy's wife or something) I need a new calendar, since this one is old. Let's take the day off to go get one. In fact, I think everyone should take the day off. Let's make it a national holiday, so everyone can get a calendar. We don't need people confused as to what year this is." And Mary, being a good wife or whatever, probably just said, "Okay dear." and off they went. Really weird stuff.
Just to prove that this year is no different than last year, I will now put on my gypsy hat and predict, with accuracy, how 2009 will unfold. Here we go:
January - Marc will be awesome. It will be cold. Schools will close for MLK day.
February - Marc will continue to be awesome. It will still be cold. People will buy things for their significant others on Valentine's Day.
March - Marc is still awesome. People will wear green on St Patricks Day. People will set their clocks forward one hour.
April - Marc is now gloriously awesome. There will be rain. I will eat ham on Easter. Our Jewish friends will celebrate the Passover. Procrastinators will rush the post office on the 15th to pay Uncle Sam.
May - Marc is spectacularly great and awesome this month. He will turn another year older. His amazingly awesome child will be born, and will be more awesome than than its father. I will miss a few days of work this month, baseball will be played, and the weather will be lovely for a number of days.
June - Marc and baby share their first full month of awesomeness together. It will be hot, and all of us fathers will get cool crap on Father's Day. Good holiday, that Father's Day. Kudos to the guy behind that.
July - Lindsay will get to celebrate being married for 4 years to her stupendously awesome husband Marc, and it will be ridiculously hot. Our country will celebrate its independence from the Brits by blowing up colorful fireworks made by the Chinese.
August - Nothing happens. It's hot. It's nasty. Some radio station will attempt to fry an egg on the pavement to prove how hot it is. Oh, and Marc, Lindsay, and baby will still be awesome, as if you had any doubts. The heat cannot contain our awesomeness.
September - Lindsay gets a year older, and a year more awesome, Marc remains awesome, the baby gets more awesome by the second, Labor Day will be awesome, and the weather will turn awesome. Awesome.
October - Weather: cool to cold. Marc: Awesome. Lindsay: Awesome. Baby: Awesome. Halloween: Baby will be awesome in its awesome baby costume, and Marc will get free candy from his neighbors just for walking around with his awesome baby and a bucket. Awesome. Even the neighbors know how awesome this baby is. They feel the need to give it a food offering just for being in its presence.
November - Cold + Thanksgiving food + Time with Family + Time off of work + Marc, Lindsay and baby = AWESOME. People will rush the stores the day after the holiday even though we're in a recession, and spend money they don't have.
December - Christmas is awesome. Winter is awesome. More time of work is awesome. The baby will still be awesome. Marc and Lindsay are always awesome. Hanukkah is...eh. Whatever. Marc will complain about New Year's Eve again. Stupid 2010.
See? You can mark that down. I guarantee that all of those things will happen. Well, probably. All I know is that this should be a pretty good year, and the baby will be awesome. More than that, our God is awesome, and blesses us far more than we deserve. Happy New Year.
narcissist... Lindsay is awesome... the baby is awesome... you, well, uh, geez, what to say? I know your hatred for national holidays... it is one of your strangest yet fantastic qualities. U2 did say, "Nothing changes on New Year's Day" and you so eloquently showed that with this post. You forgot one thing in January: the 6% black Jimmy Carter gets inaugurated. Now, go bask in your narcissistic glory.
I've sat down to write a new post a couple of times now, and though I have nothing to say, I figure I'll update anyways. So what's new? Well...
-Spent a substantial amount of time with friends, including , but not limited to: Getting beat badly at Halo (thanks Dustin despite someone else's disapproval, Moving furniture (thanks again), watching The Office and eating pizza, sending ridiculous text messages, and hanging out with my best friend.
-Finally finishing the scrap book of our trip to South Dakota (this happened a couple of months ago, but still)
-Thoroughly cleaning our office
-Christmas shopping (we're actually almost done). In fact, Linds and I were at the mall the other day, and she was looking for a pair of jeans. So while she was trying on a pair, I stood outside the fitting area waiting for her to come out, along with another woman who was waiting for her daughter, who was also in the fitting room. This woman and her daughter were both quite large (and by quite I mean QUITE), and the daughter was taking her sweet time in the fitting room. All of a sudden, I hear a phone ring, with the ringtone of, "PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!" repeating over and over again coming from the woman. I'm already doing everything I can to not to burst out laughing at this, when the woman, who was black, says incredulously, and in a very urban accent, "Peanut butter jelly time? What is this ridiculousness? I can't believe it." while shaking her head disapprovingly. At this point I break out laughing, not being able to control myself. She looks over at me sadly, and says, "I don't know what this is. It's so ridiculous. Peanut butter jelly time..." Needless to say, this was the highlight of my day. I'm just not sure now if that was a ringtone, or if perhaps it was some sort of alarm alerting the daughter that it really was "peanut butter jelly time".
-Thanksgiving is next week. I thoroughly enjoy Thanksgiving. You can't beat turkey, stuffing, potatoes (mashed and sweet), and pie, and on top of all that, family, football, and a 4 day weekend. And I get to eat 2 meals, one on Thursday, and another on Saturday. Good stuff.
-Bought some furniture for our nursery. Oh yeah, because, get this, my wife is expecting our first child. Pretty exciting. I do worry for the little one, though. You should too, considering who its father is.
That's it. All prayers for the health and well being of my wife and child are accepted and appreciated.
I do worry about your child. BUT because of who its mother is and who its nanny will be ;), it'll turn out fine.. hahaha. I need to tell you how Han told me you guys were expecting...
It would be pretty awesome if "Tootsie Roll" was another one of the ringtones. "ridiculousness"... that's so great! Is Dallas vs. Seattle really considered football? Hopefully, the food makes up for the football games. Ah yes, the poor child... especially considering the father and some of the father's friends... scary. Been praying. Peace out, Cracker.
Somehow I usually end up laughing out loud at some of your posts! Too funny! Have a great Thanksgiving and we are definitely keeping Lindsay and the baby in our prayers!!
Ok, I have a time limit so I didn't read all of your entry, but I did find the beginning quite humorous. By the way, in reasponce to your comment "Hi". ;P Check this out. ?) Can you see it? Its a pirate with an eye patch. :D Haha. Ok...... I'm finished.
sooo I haven't really responded to your Spanish-song comment, but yea, that is something I've thought about and discussed...and it's kinda hard cause you wanna sing with them, but if you don't really know what you're singing...but I'm learning Spanish, and I have some of my friends translate some stuff...
I haven't posted since June, so I guess I can update, though everyone who reads this will know all of this anyways, and all I'm really doing is delaying doing some paperwork this morning. Anyways...
July - The 23rd was Lindsay and my 3rd anniversary. We took a trip to Minneapolis, and while there saw the Mall of America (too big for it's own good), Spent too much time and money at Ikea, visited Wisconsin for the first time, and got to eat at Pizza Ranch (the best pizza joint in the US).
August - A quiet month. I don't recall anything interesting happening.
September - The 2nd was Lindsay's birthday, we took a trip to Disney World with my folks (always a good time), went to the BBQ Bash at Vlasis Park, and experienced...wait for it...Niki Nights at the Missouri Botanical Gardens! That's right, Niki Nights.
Niki Nights is some sort of exhibit that the Gardens have going on currently, where they display the artwork of some French artist named Niki St. Somethingorother amid the plants in the garden at night. It's definitely...interesting. This woman has created tiled sculptures of misproportioned men and women in various stages of undress, or in, lets say, compromising positions with each other, or in one frightening case, a bird. I would have been extremely offended by most of this, except that the statues had the shape of HR Puffenstuf, and the animals looked like something out of a bad 1970's cartoon. It was all very surreal. Regardless of the interesting artwork (it's interesting what people consider art), it was a nice night for walking, and the garden is usually a lovely place to take one, and we got to spend some time with some good friends. I don't think I would recommend taking children to see these things, though they probably wouldn't understand what was going on with the giant muppet creatures and might like the crazy technicolor crocodiles or whatever those things were (You could climb on them, which was definitely a highlight).
There, now you're caught up. Not much going on until the holidays (a couple of weddings, a couple of birthdays), though the Smashing Pumpkins are coming, and I'd like to go if anyone in interesting in tagging along (my wife has no interest, surprise, surprise).
That's all I've got for you. See you in another 3 months.
Marc
ohhhhhh man. well, i have to say he actually took it pretty well. but only because i did not take mizzou getting beat by texas very well the day before. he had to show me up.
next movie night you and lindsay have, watch V for Vendetta. then you'll know what is the 5th of november... and also what our country will look like in a few years. :)
So, a little follow up to the gasoline incident...Dustin has spent more time trying to help us clean our Jeep than he has spent with his own wife recently (or so it seems), with not much in terms of results. We really appreciate all of the time he's put in, and the smell has dissipated some, but I've got a feeling that we're just going to have to live with it, and it will just go away in time. We've got one or two more things we can try, so we'll see how those go. Thanks again Dustin for all of the help.
So, Linds and I watched Raiders of the Lost Ark the other day, since she had never seen it before(!), and she didn't like it (again, !) It's unbelievable, both that her family never made her watch one of the greatest adventure movies of all time, and moreso that she didn't even like it. I have to admit, I was hurt a little. I loved that movie as a kid, and was geeked to watch it again, and meanwhile she's dozing off in the corner. She even almost missed the scene were the Nazi's face melts off. It was devastating. Maybe she would have enjoyed it more had Jennifer Lopez, Sandra Bullock, Reese Witherspoon, or Hugh Grant been in it.
We finally recieved our stimulus check in the mail, after what seemed like 12 years. Not that I was ungrateful, but they've been talking about these things constantly for the last 6 months, so it was nice to finally get it. Now to pay sales tax on the gas-mobile.
Well, my bff Brian joined Pleo for some reason (probably to keep tabs on me), so go make him your friend and post on his page to make him feel welcome. He's officially my 35th pleonast buddy, which made me feel important until I look at all you people who went to Tampa Community College and have 1000+ friends. I'm so jealous :(
We have a wasp in the office I have to go dispose of now before the ladies in here have a heart attack. Have a good day.
You'll have to tell me how the 4th is, if you see it first. Han and I were going to go the other night, but it didn't work out.=( The Williams are still here. We went into NYC yesterday and some went to the Statue today. =)
haha You haven't changed. I still miss you all like crazy. So how could she not like that????? I loved it. Have you seen the 4th? I want to go see it soon.
she isnt representative of all our family. I definitely enjoyed it... especially the scene where he pulls out the pistol and shoots the ninja terrorist
if you're bored at work, check out these videos: http://youtube.com/watch?v=jeqjykY5wPk&feature=rel ated AND http://youtube.com/watch?v=dJBxdRIQx7Y&feature=rel ated
We've actually got 12 now that Cameron signed up. I think I'm going to keep it at that because I don't want to literally "scrape the bottom of the barrel" for players. Sorry bout that.
So, this past Friday Linds and I purchased a new vehicle. Linds wanted an SUV, and due to the current price of fuel, I wanted something with good gas mileage, so we decided on a Jeep Patriot. It has got the space she wanted, with mpg's in the mid to upper 20's. So here we are, excited about our new purchase, enjoying the new vehicle, and having an all around swell time. All is going well, when someone (you know who you are) asks if I could help with some grass cutting (you know who's grass I'm talking about, too). So I figure, "Hey, I don't need to borrow a truck, I'll just load the mower into the back of the Jeep. There's plenty of room." So I get the mower into the Jeep, set the gas can next to it, and head off for an evening of grass cutting goodness. All is well, until I pull up to the first traffic light, when I think I hear something fall. I pivot my head around in time to see the gas can on its side, with petrol (for all of my British readers) spewing out onto the back of the folded down seat. Of course, the entire interior of the Jeep is either vinyl or plastic, with the exception of the back of THAT seat, which is carpet. So I quickly set up the gas can and get things in order, but by then it was too late. The Jeep now smells like a Texaco station in July, and we've had no luck in getting rid of the scent of the fuel. No hard feelings, though, to those indirectly involved (I know where you live). Anyways, Linds tried spraying half a bottle of Febreze on it, to no avail. Dustin used a steam cleaner on it, which helped slightly, but not enough evidently, and we dropped about 10 dryer sheets into the Jeep to try and overpower the smell, which I'm beginning to think is impossible. So, my question to you is, how on earth do I get my Jeep to stop smelling like the garage of a Shell station? Any and all suggestions are welcome and appreciated.
Otherwise, not much has been going on. Work is busy as usual, and I'm going to catch the Cards and Royals next Thursday. I can't decided on whether to wear my Cards gear or Royals gear though. Sports bigamy is not as easy as you would think. I have no idea why some Mormons think it's a good idea. I can't image having to choose between two wives. Keeping one happy is work enough. (j/k) Alright, that's all I've got. If you see my buddy Brian, wish him a happy birthday today.
Because I am too lazy to figure out how to link articles on here today, I sent one to your email. I have heard coffee grounds work. Sorry about all of that! Anyways, about these friends, I am sure they would want to remain anonymous condsidering all of these unfortunate series of events. They probably could never show their face again in public.
Good thing you are the kind of friend that will do that!
yikes. that is probably just going to take time to get out. i know of someone who set off a smoke bomb in his friend's truck in high school, and the smell never left. he had to always drive with the windows down because the smell was permanately embedded. hope that's not the case with gasoline!
Your buddy, Brian, as in the other "old" guy? ;) If YOU see him, tell him I said happy b-day. I have a slight feeling I won't run into him. =) Congrats on the car. Sorry about the gas. =P Yuck, I would get sick at the smell, ...okay, maybe I would be a little stronger than that! =D
Marc, you always make me laugh!!! I love reading your posts:)
I am so sorry about your gas smell dilema...wish I could help more with it. I will hope for the best.
