Called Out

Okay, I'll admit it. I fail. No exscuses new blog time.

Alright first things first. My exscuses. While I am largely recovered from my bout of Poison Sumac (much like poison Ivy) I think my body is having flashbacks like Nam or an Acid Trip. Getting over that allergy trip, from Poison Sumac, to the latex gloves to I think sunlight at one point. Yea my body hates me, but I am solidly on the mend. Just got back from the beach, very pleased about that. The girl and I actually did the "drop everything and vacation" thing. We dropped everything last wed, found a bed and breakfast on Ocracoke Island NC in the Outer Banks and just went. It was super kickass cause you take a ferry out to this island after a bajillion hour drive, and just hang out on basically a deserted desert island. Well, not quite deserted, but everything is within about a square mile and everyone gets around on bikes. We hung out, grabbed good seafood, went to the beach, met nice people, and like every great horror story didn't see it coming. The mosquitoes. It was like some bad B-rated movie where a tanker spills toxic waste which mutates the local mosquito wildlife into a super sized super breading super mean as hell group of insects who will Take You OUT! You come down one morning to find that your host is missing and no one knows where you are. You go out for a stroll past the pool and a spunky couple hooking up there gets devoured while no one realizes it. Oh yes, the mosquitoes. Those flippin mosquitoes. We tried walking and they got us en mass, so we biked and were able to outrace them, but at one point we tried going on the "nature trail" which worked okay until we hit a hill and had to get off the bikes. Yea. Rule 1 of Horror Movies: Never look back. I lost Meg back there. It was terrible.
But other than the mosquitoes it was quite fun. Super warm water, and beach that went on forever. Kind of like Heaven. Or hell if you don't like beaches. Very Sandy either way.
Let me see what else have I been up to. Mainly just recovering from my allergies. I avoided the sun for about a month and half only emerging outside when it was cloudy or raining like some sort of super lame vampire.

Aaaaaand Asleep.

Yep, I fell asleep while writing this. I'm like some sort of old man who falls asleep while writing his memoirs because they are JUST THAT RIVETING. Well I'm awake and at work now finishing this, why? Cause I'm a valuable employee who takes his job seriously. But in my own defence I've been uber tired cause Meg has gone back to work at the school system so she's up early, and even earlier cause we have to walk the puppy, and so I am consequently losing sleep. Though in truth my Lazy ass has been living it up with 9 hours a night for awhile now, though I think I needed it to heal.

Lots of activities coming up, there is the William and Mary College Homecoming around the corner, I am a groomsman in a freind's wedding which is sadly over the Halloween weekend. He might just look up to see one of his groomsmen in costume and while it will be in a tux, I might be dressed as Skeletor in a tux. This is the price you pay for having a wedding over Halloween. Have the brother in law's wedding coming up. I am excited about that cause the wife got me some snazzy clothes to wear, which she has forbid me to wear in public until the wedding. Not really sure why, and they seem like they'd be fun going out clothes, but I guess looking at my track record of playing in the dirt this postponment is understandable. Heading to Reedville for a drinking competition or as I like to call it, Labor Day. So that will also be entertaining though I doubt I will remember much of it except the confusion as to how I ended up in the middle of the bay at 4 in the morning as they do. Oh, birthday coming up, so that will be interesting, though it falls very close to the bro-in-laws wedding, so I might have to fudge that a bit, you know, cupcake with a candle in it singing to myself in the bathroom when no one is watching. ;) Creepy yet sad, just the way birthdays should be, though I still have a year to go till 30. Kind of strange really. Most of the people I hang out with are much younger than I, but I never realize it. I usually forget my age and have to ask Meg. After you hit 25 and get that Car Insurance break it no longer matters unless you want to run for senate or get into movies as a senior citizen. People make such a big deal about hitting 30, where I think they used to make a big deal about 40. I wonder if people make a big deal about 65 or senior citizen status. My goal is to make it to 100 and do so with flair. That's right. Wearing a cape at my 100th birthday bash. But if I were to live to 100 I think I would have outlived everyone I have ever known. Granted you will know new people and have kids and stuff, but more or less, everyone I know now would be gone. Kinda spooky, but also all my enemies would be gone, and that is good. Too bad all my loans wouldn't be gone. I feel like if you make it to 100 the government should give you like a mansion. Like a good job for making it so far package. It's not like it would be used for too long, and they it could be re-gifted to the next 100 year old. My goal actually is to live to at least 127. Why? Cause that is the year that if I make it to, and if the wife is still around (alive, cause I wouldn't be able to make it that long without someone to prevent me from wandering off seniley into the woods) then we would have a 100th wedding anniversary. I do not think anyone has ever made it to a 100th wedding anniversary. Not sure what I would give her if we made it that far. Maybe a new oxygen tank or something. Shiny new walker, one of those little scooters.
It is strange to think about being old. I just hope that technology advances fast enough that when I start getting arthritis I can get a badass robotic arm or something.
Well I think I am going to fall asleep again at my computer. Er... I mean... get back to work.... yes. I have to say, vehicle exhaust systems can be interesting but I feel very nerdy when I try to explain it to people. Though I feel very manly when i say my job is crushing dreams. *insert evil laugh here....zzzzzzzz

Out!

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