Whoa.
Hello there! I haven't written in, like, forever. Things have been crazy. Just...crazy.
The new job is fantastic. Up until yesterday, I was positively drowning in work. The company hadn't really had someone in the art department for a while, so I walked into an office of backed-up orders. Plus two baseball tournament designs for the business itself, which included seventeen different rosters. That wasn't terrible; I feel worse for Sharon, who actually screen prints in the back. Copy and paste saves my butt, but that doesn't really work for a screen. Yesterday was the first day I wasn't frantically sending emails and art proofs and fixing the art proofs and making calls and taking calls and you want something else on the art proof that I've changed seven times oh my god! I am still doing these things, but my orders aren't five days behind anymore...so that decreases the stress level involved. For a while it was just like the newspaper. Except that I didn't want to kill everyone before I stabbed my pen into my eye. It was actually fun. The people are great to work with. It's wonderful.
The weekend of the 12th Cody and I drove to Indy. I started work that week and was dead (and sick), and Cody had just pulled an all-nighter in Illinois (thus driving three hours home so we could make the three-hour trek to Indy), so we were hoping to arrive to a dark, empty house that night when we arrived. Sammy would be whimpering to be petted, but that we can handle. However, everyone, including the kids, was wide awake. In fact, they had gotten home only a half-hour before we had. They're crazy. But there was ice cream. We went to watch the four little kids play soccer in the morning. That is always enjoyable for me; I can their true natures. Olivia, in her pre-teen awkwardness, follows the progress of the ball closely, but never pushes herself into the middle of any play. She hangs in the background. Kayleigh trails roughly three-seconds behind everyone, looking as though she wants to ask, "Can we quit running yet?" Makenna is the only one who seems genuinely enthusiastic about the game, wedging her way through the gaggle of kids to have a chance at kicking the ball. And then there's Noah. His body is on the field, but his eyes are watching the cars on the road nearby and the puppies playing on the sideline that belong to other parents. His arms hang by his side while he meanders through the grass, not even remotely in the direction of the ball. But he was pretty excited about the fruit rollup he got at the end of the game. ("What's the score Brian?" "Free snowcone! I get a free snowcone at the end of the game!")
Sunday we had a family reunion on my Dad's side...it was two hours north of Indy, making it a five-hour drive home for me and Cody...and we were only there for an hour. My grandma passed out about twenty minutes after we arrived and understandably wanted to go home shortly after the ambulances and firetrucks had left. We found out later that her thyroid is out of whack, I guess. Cody got to meet some of the extended family that we see once every three years or so. I got to see my Uncle Mac. And Aunt Dutch was there...she is my Dad's aunt and cousin somehow...something with the way some of our family got married. Our family tree is clean, but only just barely, I think. But Aunt Dutch is cool. She almost beat the shit out of Dad; he hadn't told her about me getting married, and so when I introduced my husband...well...she was surprised. Dad had to quickly add that we were celebrating again later. And did I mention that it was raining cats and dogs at this place? I drove home in fear of dying in my car via a flash flood. But that would have been unfortunate, because Tricia would have to laugh at me.
The next Friday we watched Bill Cosby perform at the auditorium at IU. We went with Stroh, whom we hadn't seen in a while. It was interesting to see. Cosby's an old motherfucker. Still funny, but old. He had a very deliberate pace. And I got the feeling that nothing in this whole wide world could phase him. He had seen everything, and he didn't give a shit anymore. It was strange. Stranger: out of his mouth I heard the words, "Don't tase me bro'." Afterwards we went out for a beer with my friend from high school who's an RA at IU. After we fixed her flat tire.
I have another friend from high school who lives down in Evansville, and her mom came to see her on Saturday. I am like her fourth daughter, so Cody and I tagged along when they all went out to dinner. Cody and I split a delicious sampler plate of German food, and there was plenty of beer to be had. Then we went to the Deerhead for more beer. It was splendiferous.
This weekend, I think we're just going to be lazy.
Presidential debates are way better if you're tipsy.
The new job is fantastic. Up until yesterday, I was positively drowning in work. The company hadn't really had someone in the art department for a while, so I walked into an office of backed-up orders. Plus two baseball tournament designs for the business itself, which included seventeen different rosters. That wasn't terrible; I feel worse for Sharon, who actually screen prints in the back. Copy and paste saves my butt, but that doesn't really work for a screen. Yesterday was the first day I wasn't frantically sending emails and art proofs and fixing the art proofs and making calls and taking calls and you want something else on the art proof that I've changed seven times oh my god! I am still doing these things, but my orders aren't five days behind anymore...so that decreases the stress level involved. For a while it was just like the newspaper. Except that I didn't want to kill everyone before I stabbed my pen into my eye. It was actually fun. The people are great to work with. It's wonderful.
The weekend of the 12th Cody and I drove to Indy. I started work that week and was dead (and sick), and Cody had just pulled an all-nighter in Illinois (thus driving three hours home so we could make the three-hour trek to Indy), so we were hoping to arrive to a dark, empty house that night when we arrived. Sammy would be whimpering to be petted, but that we can handle. However, everyone, including the kids, was wide awake. In fact, they had gotten home only a half-hour before we had. They're crazy. But there was ice cream. We went to watch the four little kids play soccer in the morning. That is always enjoyable for me; I can their true natures. Olivia, in her pre-teen awkwardness, follows the progress of the ball closely, but never pushes herself into the middle of any play. She hangs in the background. Kayleigh trails roughly three-seconds behind everyone, looking as though she wants to ask, "Can we quit running yet?" Makenna is the only one who seems genuinely enthusiastic about the game, wedging her way through the gaggle of kids to have a chance at kicking the ball. And then there's Noah. His body is on the field, but his eyes are watching the cars on the road nearby and the puppies playing on the sideline that belong to other parents. His arms hang by his side while he meanders through the grass, not even remotely in the direction of the ball. But he was pretty excited about the fruit rollup he got at the end of the game. ("What's the score Brian?" "Free snowcone! I get a free snowcone at the end of the game!")
Sunday we had a family reunion on my Dad's side...it was two hours north of Indy, making it a five-hour drive home for me and Cody...and we were only there for an hour. My grandma passed out about twenty minutes after we arrived and understandably wanted to go home shortly after the ambulances and firetrucks had left. We found out later that her thyroid is out of whack, I guess. Cody got to meet some of the extended family that we see once every three years or so. I got to see my Uncle Mac. And Aunt Dutch was there...she is my Dad's aunt and cousin somehow...something with the way some of our family got married. Our family tree is clean, but only just barely, I think. But Aunt Dutch is cool. She almost beat the shit out of Dad; he hadn't told her about me getting married, and so when I introduced my husband...well...she was surprised. Dad had to quickly add that we were celebrating again later. And did I mention that it was raining cats and dogs at this place? I drove home in fear of dying in my car via a flash flood. But that would have been unfortunate, because Tricia would have to laugh at me.
The next Friday we watched Bill Cosby perform at the auditorium at IU. We went with Stroh, whom we hadn't seen in a while. It was interesting to see. Cosby's an old motherfucker. Still funny, but old. He had a very deliberate pace. And I got the feeling that nothing in this whole wide world could phase him. He had seen everything, and he didn't give a shit anymore. It was strange. Stranger: out of his mouth I heard the words, "Don't tase me bro'." Afterwards we went out for a beer with my friend from high school who's an RA at IU. After we fixed her flat tire.
I have another friend from high school who lives down in Evansville, and her mom came to see her on Saturday. I am like her fourth daughter, so Cody and I tagged along when they all went out to dinner. Cody and I split a delicious sampler plate of German food, and there was plenty of beer to be had. Then we went to the Deerhead for more beer. It was splendiferous.
This weekend, I think we're just going to be lazy.
Presidential debates are way better if you're tipsy.