Daily Update

Holiday Edition - Happy Birthday America.

So First off, let me tell everyone (who might not know yet) Sara is home and feeling lots better. She had a kidney stone, but it passed in the morning (of tuesday) so the hospital trip was just to Vike-up (as in Vicadin) and help in recovery. She's doing much better, but not better enough to go back to work (in case her bosses are reading).

So after work EmWin and I went to Costco to shop for the world renound BBQ. It was pretty busy, but not as busy as a Saturday. We loaded up on all possible Barbecue goods. A few 'hundie' later, we barley made it out alive. I think I saw a family of 'Jabba-the-Hutts' in there, and I think they wanted to eat me.

After that a phone call reminded me about Russ's B-day Bowl-a-ramma. Tired from the days' journey, I had to quickly recoup with a cold shower and meed the anxious kids to go bowling with them. It had been a long time sense I've been. There were 12 of us. The funnest part of the night for me was when I got to put everyone's name in the computer. I came up with the best nicknames ever! By the end of the night everyone was super exhausted.

In the morning I was rudely awakened by Mr. Plewe, again. He has found entertainment in waking me up in the wee hours of the morning, around 9am. I mean seriously, who does that?! who is even up at that time except for cops, and 7-11 employees? The morning was already off to a shaky start cause I also forgot to make myself pancakes. I was to involved with Fighting the Battle of My Life.

After Defending the Universe from hostile bandits, I found the time to go running. Running was great. I could feel the power running through my veins as I sprang to action from the hooves of my feet. It was blistering hot outside. The Saharan Sun was relentless on the Chief Gazelle. It was the sun who was the enemy of the day, as where the ninja are the enemies of the night. The sun heated up the pavement making it uncomfortable to be around. It would beat down on the dirt and dry it out making it dusty as someone walked over it; the danger comes from breathing the dust, clogging the airways and slowing the blood flow. It is a discrete yet evil design. It also shines down on each individual trying to toast the skin, and dehydrate them further. I ran under the cover of the trees as much as possible. And when I didn't I ignored the harassing rays of light from the evil sun device. I made good timing, finishing at 17:08, close to my record. I was trying to beat that record for at least half of the time; the other half of the time, I was just trying to survive. It was a battle out there I tell you.

The 4th of July party we had was terrific fun. Lots of people showed up with their party hats on. There was lots of talking, Wii'ing, grilling and eating. The upstairs neighbors had the nerve to tell us to turn off the grill (due to all the luscious smoke funneling up directily to their front room. Luckily for all of us American loving Patriots Nahum was there to tell them to 'Shove-off', and as soon as Evan found out he started screaming "Communists!". It was great. A few minutes
later I noticed that the grill had caught fire. Oops.

We later wandered down to the local golf course to watch the big firework display. It was exciting. They had to not shoot the mortars that high because of the cloud layer would cover the top half of the big explosions otherwise, and it still did on a few. They made up for it with turning the exploding sound up, a lot. We didn't make into the golf course to sit down (and have the glowing hot embers fall onto us) although emily was nice enough to save us all seats with her family, some of us landed at a bus stop at the corner of the fox lot, and others were just down the street away from stupid drivers and loud noises. After the main show, all the neighbors who had been to Tijuana or an indian reservation in the last 6 months started up their own show, launching many mini-mortars and noisy colorful exploding goods into the air.

After that I went over to Greenfield to help clean up. It was kind of left messy. It would have been just fine for an apartment like mine, but this was a girls apartment. they are held to a higher standard.

I think that was about it.

I'm listening to 'Finger Eleven' and 'My chemical romance' right now.

Lunch was sponsored by Jamba Juice.