crack and a boom

Two nights ago Erin and I had dinner at my sisters house. We had just picked Lisa and family up from her trip to Europe and decided to all go to Deb's to have some grub. We all sat and chatted about their trip, the baby (my sisters), our upcoming trip to europe, march madness, the dow and so on.
Right before we left the bottom dropped out. Huge cracks of thunder, and lightning that lit up the whole neighborhood. As Erin and I were driving home we had to cross the river at a point where it's 1 mile wide. We got to watch this thunderstorm roll in as we drove over the St. Johns and lightning surged sideways like veins through the sky. It was so comforting for some reason. We got home and Charlie was a bit freaked out - he couldn't understand why the lights outside kept coming on and off.
I tell you what though, my head hit my pillow, and I don't remember ever sleeping so soundly.

the nasty face

I made a facebook/twitter assertion the other day about not understanding my complete ignorance of Stevie Ray Vaughn's brilliance.

I'm home today, doing home things, and I've got it playing through the house. It's actually ridiculous how good it is and it makes me a bit mad that I had no knowledge of this man's music. Sure, I'd heard the name....but are you even kidding?

I guess I'm mad on two levels. One - that I'd been starved of the perma-nasty-face it gives me. Two - that all of you out there, who call yourselves my friends, who are as passionate as I am about music, didn't mention this!!!!

I had to wait until a blues playing, deep south, real estate teacher named Steven Walt mentioned in class on day how good it was. I had to hear it from someone else. Don't you know this is the cardinal rule in relationships?! Just tell me yourself - sure, I'll be dissapointed but at least you were honest with me. Sinners

Miffed and Flustered,

Dave

The Honest Scam

In honor of Erin's scammer post I thought this would be an appropriate post.

Cycle Jax

Yesterday afternoon/evening I went on a local bike ride with a group I found on meetup.com (Thanks Moretz!). This road bike group is comprised of mostly women who live to cycle.

It had been about three months since I'd mounted my two wheeled friend and man-o-shevitz did it feel great. Thursday night in Jax is bridge night. All the local cycle shops have their own groups that come out and do bridge loops over the Acosta bridge and back. It ended up being about a 25 mile ride total.

It felt so good to stretch my legs and let them do their thing. I was a bit worried that I might have forgotten how to ride (silly, I know). It actually felt like slipping into an old comfortable pair of shoes.

A shout out goes to my canadian friend Dee who hung with me when I got a flat. Great people, and I look forward to heading back out.

Oooh mau mau

Have you heard? I thought everyone had heard....

We just had a whirlwind couple of days. Most of you read Erin's blog, so you heard what happened on Sunday. Monday morning brought the first part of my real estate exam, which I found out yesterday I passed gloriously. Woohoo.

Our friends Mike and Darlene visited Tuesday for St. Patty's day, and brought their little ______poo. Some poo variant - tiny - 1.5lbs. Pretty funny in contrast with Charlie.


It was nice to have some familiar faces come visit us. It made this place feel a little more alive. :) They just left tonight and we have a couple of days to turn around and red up for the Blake to come visit this weekend. Love being busy.

Thin Mints

I just got back from a walk up to Publix. We needed garlic and hamburger buns.

There it was, the girl scout table. I said that I would buy some on the way out. So, as I promised myself I stopped at the table on the way out. There were three people

- a mom with a fanny pack
- Girl #1 in plain clothes
- Girl #2 in the outfit.

I walked up and mom said hi, the other two girls had their backs to me. Mom asked if she could help me, and THEN the girls turned around. I said, of course I'll have to take a box of thin mints. The girl handed me the box and I handed her a $20.

Maybe I'm getting old -

Mom took the money. She began counting out change and I said, don't worry about the .50 (they were 2.50 a box), just give me even change. She fumbled with the money for a while counting out fives and ones.

d: it'll just be 17 in change (and then she handed me 16) oop - one more dollar.
m: oh I know, you messed me up when you said 17.
d: oh yea? I messed you up when I said 17? I get it. Have a nice day.

Problems with the above: The daughters didn't have to deal with money. Mom didn't even know how to deal with money. I'm not great with math, and in fact i hated it until I realized how much fun it is to count money.

What's happening these days? I bet they took credit cards...

Alligator

Don't know why I never posted this before. Clearly one of the better pieces on youtube. I was reminded tonight how much I loved it.

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since Monday I've been in a real estate sales associate course. 8:30am till 5:30pm.
I know most of America works hours similar to that or longer, but it's the solid 8 hours of a firehose's worth of information in your face. Exhausting.
The content isn't even that hard. Borderline ridiculous? Some of it, yes. It's over Sunday night and then back to life.
I felt obligated to make a contribution to the blog since it's been a while - and much more to come once my brain regains it's ability to think for itself. until then....enjoy your weekend ya'll.

Stupid TV

24 - why are you so good? Good like a movie.

Last night at the end of the two hour 24 special I found myself with curled up on the couch, having plowed through a bowl of stove top, with our living room blanket corner in my mouth. It's that good.