Well, he is their butler, after all!
So I have a few minutes to spare before I head out to a diner to see an old friend who I have not seen in a decade at least, so I started surfing Youtube. First I watched this Jeb Corliss Grinding the Crack video that always inspires me (and I love the music choice!), then I watched associated video of his crash at Table Mountain, South Africa a few months ago then his post crash interview with Conan talking about the accident and life.
After awhile I surfed into my own videos and noticed that a crabbing trip video with my daughter from June had done pretty well. I watched it for awhile and thought about what I was watching, a little moment between Genevieve and me on the boat that has been a thread in the story of my family and my life (Dad bought “The Whaler” a month after I was born in 1966.)
It got me thinking I might want to do a story about my family; my parents, my sister & me, our children and families, and thread it together with this boat. I have the technology and skills to do it. If I am going to do it I have to do it now, Mom & Dad are in their 80’s now. Just do a story for us, the family, something we who have lived it can enjoy and future family can learn from.
I love a good story - it’s the reason I am so damn addicted to the SDMB. I read all these stories, some fragmented, some lies; group stories as conversations play out. History and opinion and fact and lies all colliding, with visions and ideas flinging out from wrecks. I’ve met some of you here and spoken off board with others. I have an idea who many of you are but I know my ideas are fragmentary and in many cases totally wrong, but that’s okay because here we are exactly what we are to each other - bits of writing magically appearing at random on computers, the appearance of humanity in topics of discussion.
Part of me feels a study of my own family is an exercise in mental masturbation, yet a rational part realizes if the story is ever going to be told I am the one who has to do it. And in the end, who am I to act as God Arbitrator on the validity of the story here? Perhaps the best choice is to go ahead and do it, and let it rise or fall on it’s own merits.
We are going to switch over to new HD editing soon, so it’s a great reason to have some thing new to work on.
Anyway, all just musings on a Saturday night. Catch 'yall later, time to clean up for the Double T Diner on West Street.
Giggity, I hope you do do the story. This is WAG’ing here, but I think your parents would love to see something of theirs <lives, family> down somewhere permanent, even if it will eventually disappear. And the kids will appreciate this more later on, too. It’s…I just think it’s a really good idea.
Dinner is et, now I’m chilling and chatting with hockey lady. 
Giggy, do the story
Tell that to Human Resources. 
Well, I’m at the location of the haunted houses but I didn’t go in. One of the girls lost her ticket, so I gave her mine. I assure you this is not a tragedy.
That’s what she said!
I had got junk dot com come get my stuff*. The guy who came to get my stuff was this huge, 7 foot 350 lbs (these are best guesstimates as this guy was HUGE) black guy. So sweet and quiet. It is so funny how huge guys are usually so super nice. When I shook his hand it was like 3 times as big as mine! 
*We got rid of our two cribs BEFORE we found out we were having another one, so I am kicking myself that I didn’t keep at least one:smack:
I forgot to tell about my day! I wne to a super fun Halloween party with my Red Hat Society Chapter, the Ladies of the Red Table. I dressed in my husband’s costume from last year because it was stretchy. It was just a long black jersey knit robe with red collar and a hood with a red sash. I said I was a wizard, whatever, it worked and fit over the tiny baby bump. Plus I had a super delicious BBQ sammy, yum. Then afterwards I got home and the fam all took nappy naps except hubs who stayed up studying for an exam (he is in Pharmacy school).
Then I took **LL **with me to the grocery store. It was an ok trip, esp since I got two tubs of Nutella!, except when **LL **jumped in front of the cart and got her foot ran over. She is ok, just pinched the top of her foot a little. Poor thing.
April, you won the Halloween Baby Lottery! It barely shows this year, and won’t show next 
Now you have to figure out how to work a baby into the wizard outfit next year, hrm…
I definitely relate to that one! With cats, it’s not just potty crises that can do in the carpet, you also get barf (with or without hairball) or the claws (and a Rug Doctor can’t do much about claw damage).
I’ve heard that getting rid of baby gear, maternity clothes, etc., is a sure-fire way to get pregnant again. 
I had GotJunk come get rid of furniture when we moved (we had some that just wasn’t in good enough shape to be worth moving). Very nice, cheery young men, one of whom wanted to know if I’d found out about them via Hoarders (I hadn’t, I’d heard of them from an online acquaintance years before).
The local thrift store will come pick up stuff, so that’s how we get rid of things.
Oh, and I’m happily stoned.
Not literally, but it’s AMAZING how knocked out MrTao’s spaghetti dinners will make me. I was reading the AMA Disney thread for 45 minutes straight, just staring at the screen, when I realized how out of it I was.
And now it’s time for Hot Tub Time Machine + a pina colada that I’ve been desiring since our Vegas vacation a year and a half ago. No, I don’t drink much; why do you ask?
/bliss
We did donate stuff we didn’t want to move that was still in good enough shape, but the furniture we had GotJunk come get was so bad off about all it was good for was a dumpster.
Another early morning, dammit. I was up till 11 watching another episode of my show on Netflix, but I’m so used to getting up at 6, that even when I don’t have to, I still wake up. So here I am, in a dark room with an idiot cat attacking a sharpie in the kitchen. Good times…
**FCD **needs to run to Lowe’s today, so I’m having him drop me off at WalMart first. I need a few grocery items and I can shop while he finds whatever manly crap he needs. 
I just need to remember my cell phone.
That’s the only plan for today. I think I’ll get the fixins for veggie beef soup for supper, and maybe I’ll also throw the fixins for bread into the machine so we can have fresh bread and soup. Excellent plan.
Other than that, it’s chill time. Happy Sunday!!
I’ve become a big fan of Freecycle. I just unloaded a TV and stand through them.
I’m up and caffeinated, since somebody was shoving a stuffed purple monkey in my face at 0645.
VBob, my apartment complex has an unofficial Freecycle zone by the dumpster. I found an awesome fan there.
The Hunks are coming back today. They cleared out a truck and a half of stuff yesterday. They’ll bring me the tax receipt for the donatables once they sort them from the true trash. Today they’re going to pack what’s left and put it downstairs out of site. New pictures after they leave.
Cat pajamas with feet and ears on the hood. S/he will be her familiar.
I swear it wasn’t me!
As a matter of fact, it’s 9:45 and I just woke up a few minutes ago. I’m feeling really, really tired today.
My original plan for the day was to take the Bubster and head to the park where the memorial service was held. But, since it’s a cold, rainy, and blustery sort of day that plan was cancelled and now we are going to take a road trip to Ikea. I’m going to check out their mattresses and also shelving units to use for my indoor show display.
I just throw junk away here. It’s easier that way then nobody in the house knows what’s going on and has the ability to scrutinize what I’ve gotten rid of to know if they should be upset or not.