Mawidge

So I was dressed up a lot this past weekend. Amazingly, I didn't wear the same thing twice as I thought I would. Friday I went to the leadership appreciation banquet and man, I was appreciated. Seriously though, it was a good time for all. After that I went with Josh and Gerg (jr. high leaders) to Tim Allchin's (jr. high pastor) bachleor party. I really didn't know what to expect because he is a pastor and such, but I expected right, there was only *one* stripper. But I kid. I wouldn't really say there was a stripper per se, as much as a bunch of guys hanging out at Dave and Busters. So just to clarify before anyone calls the church and reports Tim, there was no stripper. So enough about bachleor parties. On to weddings.

Saturday was Tim's wedding and it was a fun time. Allison drove and she did really well, I felt bad for her because when we were driving home a storm hit that made it so we could see very little and she had to drive in it while Matt and Beth talked about music and iPods and I sat in the front wondering why so many people had their hazards on. But we got home safely. But Tim and Heather's wedding was good, as far as weddings go. I'm not really an expert on weddings, rather I'd call myself the opposite of expert but hey, they got hitched so I guess the wedding was o, right? But I did decide a couple of things that I want to do or not do at my wedding. The first thing is this: make sure I'm the first one to eat. Heck, it's my wedding, and I'll be hungry. Second, about this tapping the spoon against the glass for a kiss, I haven't really decided about that yet, becuase the noise, really annoys me but I'm going to want to kiss my wife as many times as I can at the reception. Also, I'm not going to sing a song well known for my wedding song, Steven Curtis Chapman's "I Will Be Here" was in my head for too long. And the funny part was it wasn't even the words, just that piano solo near the end. Stupid piano solo. So I've decided I'm going to write a song for my wife to play at the wedding. Thus, no one will have to have any songs stuck in their head. Oh, and I want a cool processional song, like the song at the end of Star Wars: A New Hope, before all the females are like, "Well, I guess I won't be marrying him ever," listen to the song, it's pretty cool, especially for a processional. It's not like I want my wife to march to it. No, it'll be the wedding march for her, not the Prince of Denmark's March. Who knew Denmark ever had a prince? Not me. Oh yeah, and I'm not going to have someone say, "If anyone knows why these to people should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace." I thought that was a requirement or something, but no, no one said that on Saturday. Plus, if anyone waited until my wedding day to say, "Um, I may have a problem..." I think at that point I would shoot him dead, or just shoot him. With a squirt gun. And then we could all have a really cool squirt gun fight. Or not. Remember people, the song at the end of Star Wars rocks. And so do weddings. Sometimes.

6 month anniversary

Wow, the time sure flies when you're blogging. Like who would have thunk that 6 months ago yesterday I would be starting a blog that would last this long. Granted we're not as old as waffle kids but hey, it's good to be the second oldest. And so today as I blog I will give you some of my fondest blogging memories. Like that one time when Allison talked about eating candy with sunshine or something like that. Dan's blog has always been hilarious to me. But my favorite of his is when he made up his own "language". Yeah definately too much time on his hands but one of the funniest things I've tried to read ever. Too bad I'm not dyslexic ot I'd be a happier person than I am today. Oh wait, no I wouldn't, I'd be dyslexic which would make me sad because I wouldn't be able to read Dave's car of the post. Or whatever he does. Dave is so creative when it comes to being funny. But seriously folks, this blogging nation wouldn't be what it is today without those who brought up women's roles in the home. man I like links way to much It's been a good run so far. I and I plan to make the next six months ones to remember. Ok so I'm done with links now. Seriously, I am. But all these have given me great enjoyment and satisfaction. Well, maybe not satisfaction but definately enjoyment. Since I'm in a generous mood I'll give everybody 75 extra points. Don't spend them all in one place. (oh and if you find a place that takes "Luke's Points" as currency let me know, because, um, these things are burning a hole in my pocket) So I leave you all with this God bless Dan Quayle. Lord knows no one else has.

Of prom, formals and why I am the worst person in the world...

So this is the time of prom weekends. Ah, I remember mine like it was yesterday. The bad food, the people making out while dancing, not knowing anyone at my table except my date, ah yes, it is a time that will be remembered forever. One thing that annoys me about prom weekend is that there are so many limousines out on the road and the usually drive faster than me. Which is upsetting because it is an assualt somehow in some way on my manliness. And yes people it is about the car you drive! And I drive a stinkin fast Chevy Cavalier, so look out! But seriously, those limo drivers have no respect for those who normally break the law of speeding and get enjoyment from passing people. I mean, come on, where is their respect for me? What also makes no sense is how easily they swerve in and out of traffic. I mean, they're big cars, they should be able to do some of the manuevers I see them do. It kind of reminds me of Ritch and his driving. And speaking of formals, I'm going on one this weekend. And yes people, I will be dressed for success, although I don't know what success that will be. Perhaps now I will be able to beat those darned limo drivers. That would definately be a success. But this weekend is fun-filled with eating at Macoroni Grill, going downtown to Navy Pier to ride on the ferris wheel, watching everybody except me, Allison and Amanda play frisbee and enjoy themselves, making breakfast for the girls, having them make dinner for me (that's right, booyah), and having air soft gun wars! Yes this will be better than prom. I pity thee who chooses prom over a night like the one just mentioned. Too much money, not enough return on the money. Of course, it could have been better if it was with someone special, but it wasn't, so it was just a boring night. Until "All Night Long" of course, oh boy, that was fun stuff.

Which leads right into my next point of why I am the worst person in the world. Let me take some of you back to a time where you came home from school and called for you pet when you walked in the door but that pet didn't come. You go looking for the pet all through your house and then find your mom and ask, "Where's Mr. Marbles?" and she says, "Hunny, the worst person in the world ran over your cat today." And then much crying ensues and the poor child is scarred for life and now has a death wish for the college kid (who actually wasn't speeding!) who ran over their cat. And thus I feel terrible. I was driving home from work on Columbia ave right before I got to Chicago and I was actually somewhat obeying the traffic laws, traveling at a mere 28 mph because of the signs all over the place saying "This is a friendly street, please drive 25" so I took notice of those because it was a "friendly street" and so I thought, "Heck if this street is friendly to me I'll be friendly to it." But as I passed a bush I saw a grey blur dart out, I slammed on my breaks and unfortunately, did not stop in time. Since there was no one behind me I backed up in fear of running over the blur that I had hit and I saw the poor cat lying on the ground. I parked and got out and went to the house it seemed to run from and knocked on the door and a lady came and she said it was ok, and it was a shame and it wasn't anyone's fault and that her 5 year old would be sad, and I was like, crap, 5 year old, no good. So I was sad. I hope everyone will have as good a weekend as I will.