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crisp.

we had been delayed by at least an hour. at one point we were excited that we might catch our friend at the airport (he was on his way to DC to propsed to his girlfriend, no fiancee), but alas, as it was, we missed him by 15 minutes.

OKC was the destination - not a typical destination by choice, but definitely not somplace we had ever thought to visit. the occaision was a wedding. so as it seems, we were willing to fly to attend a wedding - of course, given the number of frequent flier miles we had, not to mention hotel points and free weekend rentals, the trips was actually more of a travel/time hassle that it was monetarily or in terms of schedule.

amzingly enough, very few pictures were taken - given the opportunities at the cowboy store (literally called because of the contents, but it was one of many) where one could find boots and hats well over the $500 range.

$500. not an amount that either of us would probably spend on boots and a hat together, let alone for a signel item - we are not rich (in that sense) but there they were.

hindsight being 20/20, we should have at least gotten pictures of them, the hat's or the boots, or both - but alas, the camera's batteries had died due traveling in the cold underbelly of the plane.

well, that and we just plain forget to take pictures.

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interesting.

the groom was methodist and the bride was Catholic, but the wedding was in a lutheran church. the service lasted twice as long as most non-catholic weddings simply because the bride and her family were from guatamala - so the ceremony, every part, was translated from english to spanish.

at the reception, it was hard for me to like the vodka, because it just didn't taste all that good - of course, this could be due to the negative reinforcement from the previous thursday where too much of the liquor was imbibed. and the DJ was poor - no good frank, no good swing, no good hip hop. for goodness sakes, ice ice baby was the best he could muster - everything else was salsa or meringue(sp?) and even some of the top 40 songs were remixed into salsa. not that we mind, for a few songs, but it became overbearing after the first hour...

in any case, it was just nice that we had time to spend together - away from the house - away from the craziness of the secularism and materialism that seems to cloud Christmas and the holiday season.

karamel sutra is good ice cream although some would argue that pistachio pistachio is better.

OKC, not terribly warmer than farther north, but definitely less snow.

it is very strange to see oil derricks just chillin in the middle of a city.

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speaking of secularism and materialism - we are almost done shopping... our credit cards and bank accounts will be very happy once that is over.

then we have tax season to which we can look forward...

ugh.

Thursday can't get here fast enough.

so the IT fix it guy, you know - the guy who fixes computers in the office, or gets you more RAM if he thinks you might need it, or sets up your workstation, that guy - he sits in the cube across from me.

it's cool, because we can talk geek talk, new tech, gadgets, whatever.

the problem is when people come looking for him.

at any given time, when he is not at his desk, someone will come calling. The will get to his cube and notice that he is not there, and then they will stare, as if to say,

"where are you now, now that I'm ready..."

and take a step in as if he were hiding or if he would somehow magically appear if they stre long enough. these cubes are about 7'x7', so, really, people should not have to use their peripheral vision to see that no one is in the cube.

anyway, after about three minutes, they will look around and see me looking at them (laughing on the inside) and I'll say something like "you just missed him" or "I don't know" shrug and then turn around and pretend to be busy to avoid any awkward moments...

so it's actually pretty funny, yet highly annoying once it gets past four people over the course of the day.

I think I should put up a sign that says "If J__ isn't at his desk, I don't know where he is."

um.

that's it.

so I guess I have a maid service for my apartment that comes every other week.

it's nice, they wash my towels, change the sheets, make the beds, vacuum, wash the dishes, clean the bathrooms, dust, etc... they don't do laundry though, but most of my stuff is dry clean only so I don't mind.

it's nice, considering I'm only in the apt 4 days of the week... 3.5 really, but who's counting... but I can pretty much use a fresh towel every day I'm in town without having to wash the towels myself. (that wouldn't be possible because they only supply 4 towels per person, but I don't have a roommate yet.)

I thought cleaning day was thursday.

so this morning, I had my laundry that I was going to do tonight in piles on the floor. I was watching s few dvd's last night, so the case were out in front of the tv, and I knocked over a stack of xbox games right before I left in my mad rush out the door this morning.

for a brief moment, the thought "k - so cleaning day is tomorrow, so I'm not going to sweat this mess" flashed through my head.

and then I went to work - as my IQ is normal.

I decided to run home for lunch - I needed to send some e-mails out and check somethings online, and I really couldn't do it from work - not because I'm not allowed (which I'm not), but because it was just too damn slow trying to do it from work.

so I get home and I notice immediately that the dryer is running. once I heard that I checked the floor and noticed it had been vaccumed and the laundry was moved.

so my first thought is, oh how nice. but it quickly shifted to, great, I had these separated into piles. but since it only took a minute to undo the single pile, that thought evaporated...

I just thought it funny that I was fully prepared to clean up my apartment because I thought that the maid was coming... it's like expecting company, except this comopany is going to be cleaning anyways. I just like my stuff to be out of their way when they are cleaning up my stuff. plus, I wouldn't want them to have to pick up my boxers...

eh. I have to remember to leave the maid a christmas card and a tip...

I still have to do my laundry.

you focus.

you stand right side road.

safe.

you stand left side road.

safe.

you stand middle, sonner or later [squish] just like grape.

ah-ta-ta-ta-ta...

so... I've been out of it... I heard this last weekend that Pat Morita died and it didn't register until today. go figure.

if you check his imdb.com profile, he's been busy - though I wouldn't say that they were blockbuster roles - I thought his last movie was that one where he was living in the mountains and his daughter was with a white guy I think, but it was in the past when that kind of thing was looked down upon...

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ok, wow. I'm way out of it... the movie I was thinking of was captive hearts which is like 13 years old. so never mind....

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sho'nuff you'd recognize some of the movies he was in since then and probably just never noticed... at least I never did.

in any case, I'm chillin at the airport, as is the ritual for me every thursday. now that I realize there is wireless here, I've decided to use it instead of twiddling my thumbs listening to people complain about their lack of status and not having first class.

but I guess if all you do is travel, then all you have is your status.

I'm glad I haven't been sucked into it.

the only time I give a hoot is when I have a roller bag, otherwise I only care about how close I am to the front because I don't want to be on the plane longer than I have to.

so I'm a little bit tired today - I finally saw march of the penguins. cute movie. I definitely see it as movie you could plop a little kid down to watch and chill for 90 minutes.

time to chill is definitely worth its weight in gold.

Lorie is home (yay!) for a while, at least, so that means she gets to be home while I travel, but at least I'll be home on the weekend and since fridays are days off for me, I can particularly focus on her.

well, I can focus on what she needs me to do for the weekend. you know how it is.

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hehe - I was just thinking about this story that my sister told me about her baton teacher, rhonda - rhonda was talking to my mom and telling her that her and dave (that's rhonda's husband) were trying to have a baby (this was over a decade ago) so basically she was telling my mom that she and her husband where having sex. (for those not in the know, that's how babies are made. Sex)

no one should read into this much. lorie and I aren't planning on having a baby anytime soon - aaand I'm gonna stop there because all of a sudden I feel uncomfortable.

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ok - so there is a really smelly person somewhere around me. I'm going to stop typing before he/she sees this and I'm going to post this right now.

man... smelly people... they stink.