Monday, August 25, 2008
Bekah and I had another “bum day” yesterday. We love bum days because they consist of lying around. We still accomplish a few things around the house, but for the most part, we just sit on the couch watching TV, snacking, and playing on our laptops. We slept in, went to church, and bummed it. I got to watch all my baseball games on the computer, and Bekah got to blog, read others’ blogs, search eBay for knick-knacks, and play Yahoo games. So, we were both very content. With the occasional, “You doin alright?”, and a nod of approval, we both enjoy this “quality time” with each other. We may be weird like that, but hey, it works for us both.
I think Bekah has an idea, but I don’t think she really knows…
How crazy my friends and I are about football season. Maybe it’s just me. Nope! It’s all my other football buddies, too (I don't even feel bad for their wives/girlfriends). We ALL love to gather over at my friend Steve’s house to watch football every Sunday. I’ve even got Bekah into watching football! Okay, maybe not. However, she’ll be the first to tell you that she enjoys going. The truth is she loves going for the food, not the football, but it also allows her to rest and relax (she loves snuggling up next to me while I watch the games). She also gets to see a bunch of dumb guys doing dumb guy things like watching football ALL day, eating way too much, Steve yelling at the referees that can’t hear him, etc. But she also gets to experience some of the best food Southern California has to offer…again, ALL day. I just might have the best wife in the world. Maybe one day I’ll get her into fantasy football…
Friday, August 22, 2008
This past April I received my 5 year pin at CBU and I was excited for the additional vacation time I was about to accrue. Yet when I sat and thought that this meant I have been out of college for 5 years, I became a little uncomfortable. To think that there are no longer any undergraduates at CBU that attended the same time I did. Except that one soccer player that keeps starting and stopping – graduate already! In fact, one of the counselors in my office and I were talking about how much school cost when we first started. In 1999, I paid half of what CBU students are paying today.
Next summer will be my 10 year high-school reunion! Not that I will go, I merely reiterating that I am old. Kids I used to babysit have now gone to college. I remember going to summer camp in high school and thinking the college student counselors were so old and mature. I don’t want to go back in time. I don’t think you could pay me to go back to high school. College was fun, but was still stressful trying to figure out who I was and who I wanted to be. I merely want to freeze time and be 25 (not 27) for just a few more years.
In all honesty, I had a wonderful birthday. I took the day off work and Kevin and I just did random things. Kevin’s boss is moving to Virginia so I went with him to the luncheon after sleeping in. We went by Costco. Took a nap. Went to the movies. Then finished the evening over a pepperoni and pineapple pizza at CPK. Kevin gave me a beautiful card. Let me preface by saying last year’s birthday card had a bobble head of George W. Bush on the front. I don’t even remember what is said. But this year’s card said “If I had my life to live over again, next time I’d find you sooner so I could love you longer.” Now I know I have become a sap since meeting Kevin, but that made me tear up a little; especially since he had accomplished the point of a card. A card should say what you mean. We have had many conversations on how to pick out a card. He gets mad at me when I simply sign my name to a card. I let him know I take hours finding a card to say it for me. Why would I pay $3.95 to write my own card. To prove his point I received a general thank you card for our anniversary; inside it he wrote, “Thanks for being my wife.” So this card is even more special to me!
It was a wonderful 27th birthday.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Kevin and Me at the pier
We saw my parents in Solvang, and drove up to Pismo to walk the beach and pier. Growing up we spent every other Thanksgiving camping just south of the pier. Still really nothing to do but walk around. Shops are empty. Old bungalows abandoned. We watched the surfers try to catch the baby wave as the sea otters and sea lions played at the end of the pier. We watched the pelicans dive for a while before turning back to get out of the wind. We finished our day at the beach on the swings.
Dad and Jon
Jon and Me on the swings
On Saturday we went to the wedding of my dear friend Anitra Estrada to Antonio Cruz. Anitra and I became friends in the third grade. I don’t remember our first meeting, but we must have become instant friends. I remember spending many Saturday afternoons with Anitra. At the beginning of middle school the Estrada family moved to Europe and began out pen pal phase. We wrote quite often those next 5 years. My parents recently brought me boxes of childhood keepsakes and I found every letter I had received from Anitra: I saved them all. Her family came back twice to visit, and the summer before my senior year, I got to visit her family. The Estrada’s graciously took me on their family vacation. So the seven of us (David, Roxy, Granny, Grandpa, Jacquie, Anitra, and myself) crammed into a minivan and toured Great Britain. It was an experience for which I am truly grateful, and will never forget.
Me, Jacquie, and Anitra
All that to say, I wouldn’t have missed her wedding for the world. The ceremony was in beautiful Morro Bay and was nothing less than gorgeous. Anitra smiled all day. The whole day was a reflection of her love for her husband, her family, and her friends. A wonderfully classy event.
Anitra and Tony
Kevin and Me with Morro Rock in the background