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Saturday, 06 March 2010

  • So, how was the honeymoon?

    So, it's our 2-week anniversary.  Woohoo!  We lasted Britney Spears' first marriage (dude, that was poor taste).  Anyway, I hadn't posted much about it, so I thought I'd start.  The other day, Vanedave asked "How was the honeymoon?"  I'll start by saying that it was great, but it made me feel a bit like Clark Griswald.

      
    look how happy I am about the honeymoon

    For our honeymoon, Weedie and I went to a secluded cabin at Hot Springs, Arkansas.  I kept the location secret for a long time, which was so much fun.  So, we left at sunrise on Sunday for the Fort Lauderdale airport, and thanks to our great airline system, we didn't arrive in Little Rock, Arkansas until almost 8 at night.  From there, we had another hour on the road to the cabin in Hot Springs.  And, like most National Lampoon trips, that's where the fun began.

    "Slow Down!" Weedie yelled as we drove through the fog that covered the land around us.  But I was captain at the wheel, and I wanted to get to our destination.  I was already going 40 on a 55 mph highway, and we were only halfway there.  The only reason we knew where to go at all was from the glow of the GPS she held in her hand.  The roads winded through the countryside, and we took a few turns a little harder than even I wanted to take them.  After some some more crying and pleading, I relented and slowed the car down to 30 on the highway.  As thanks for that, I barely missed a turn and had to drive over a median to avoid being T-boned by an oncoming car.  Not the way you want to start out a honeymoon.

    (Part II will be posted later today.  Must go now for a family outing.)

Monday, 08 February 2010

  • Where have I been?

    So, where have I been all this time?  Why have I left my xanga dormant, only to post once in a blue moon or two?

    If I boil the answer down to one word, I'd say, "Preparing."

    For the last six months, I've been preparing to marry the woman of my dreams.  Preparing to spend the rest of my life with the woman I love.  Sounds romantic, huh?

    The reality is, it's been a lot of work.  I've spent six months job hunting, without so much as an interview call.  Nobody takes you seriously when you live 1259 miles away, but everybody I know asks me if I have a job yet.  I'm not worried about my chances of finding a job once I get there, but the people that aren't so confident are dragging my mood down.

    I've also spent time unweaving myself from the fabric of work and hometown social life.  My current job is demanding, and I do a lot of things that aren't always a part of my job description.  I have to find people to pass my knowledge and responsibilities onto, and thankfully people have been stepping up to take on those roles.  The work has taken a few months, but I feel more and more confident that things will run well after I've moved away.

    Finally, I've been packing and repacking.  I'm a natural puzzle solver, and I treat my boxes like a game of tetris.  My friends may hate me when they have to move those boxes, since they're filled to the brim with heavy books and stuff.  You never realize how much stuff you have until you have to box it all up.

    I'm sad to say that I haven't had much time to express myself on this site, but I have been keeping up with my dear friends through my e-mail.  I'm glad to see you all stick with it, and keep posting the good posts. 

Saturday, 23 January 2010

  • Honeymoon for the Mrs.

    I've put myself in charge of planning out the honeymoon for our wedding in February.  It's been a lot of fun, so far.  I've cringed at some of the prices I've seen, but I think we're getting a good deal without getting the Motel 666 treatment.

    So far, I've given my bride-to-be a few hints about the honeymoon destination.  If you read her blog here, you'll see where she gives some of the hints.  I've enjoyed planning the honeymoon.  It takes some important tasks off her list of things to do for the wedding, and less things means less stress.  But I think I enjoy dangling the secret location of said honeymoon just out of her reach a lot more.

    I smirked when she asked me the question, "How many syllables does the state we're going to have?"  I told her three, which happens to match the number to which you are supposed to count between pulling the pin and lobbing the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch.  I then tried to convince her that states like Oklahom and Maine-na-na had three syllables as well.  She didn't buy that one.

    So, what do you think?  Think it's romantic to plan a secret honeymoon location? 

Friday, 01 January 2010

  • Happy New Years Day!

    I've decided that New Year's Day is the day we celebrate the removal of Christmas decorations from the house.  I helped my mother pack all the decorations and stashed them in the storage shed.  Her house was completely transformed back to its original form by 3 p.m.

    What is it about the Christmas holiday that we're so ready for it to be over with the next day?

Sunday, 20 September 2009

  • It's not hot. It's just a little spicy.

    Those were the words the Mexican lady behind the counter told my friend G about his order of hot wings.  He had eaten them once before, just the day before at some restaurant event, and they were tasty, but not hot.  He swapped cash for two boxes of wings, and brought them over to my mom's for the Texas - Texas Tech game.

    During the game, a bunch of us chowed down on pizza and those hot wings (or should I call them spicy wings?).  We quickly found out what "a little spicy" meant.  G sweated from the muy caliente wings (that translates to "very spicy").  Later that night, G suffered from horrible stomach pains that left him lying awake in bed.  G's wife complained that they were too hot for her.  My mom had to wash the sauce off one wing under the sink to eat it.

    As for me, the wings almost crept up to a medium.  Not bad.

    I love having a cast-iron stomach.  I've eaten raw chile pequines, which was the most painful experience my mouth has ever faced, and I still wanted more.  I've also passed the Buffalo Wild Wing's Blazin' Challenge (12 of their hottest wings, 6 minutes, no other food or water).  I still find some jalapenos very hot, but I've learned to "shift gears" where I think that level of heat is normal.  Weird, huh?

    So, what's something that nobody should ask your opinion about?




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  • AlterEgo909
    Congrats on the engagement!
  • DuckTapeJourneyman
    @AlterEgo909 - Thanks, I'll probably put more in there as it pops in my head.
  • AlterEgo909
    LOVE the xanga silliness album lol