Archive for August, 2002


05 Aug

Hell Month (Week 1: Day 1)

It has started. August 5th — for all intents and purposes the first day of the school year for us. Today also marks the beginning of Hell Month(s). The incoming cadets at West Point have Hell Week.(The Panseys!) We have Hell Month(s). Let me give you a small inkling of what I mean. I’ve taken 51 calls in the 5 hours 27 minutes I’ve been here. I’m on pace to take 70 + calls for the day. I may even reach 80. To contrast that, 3 weeks ago I would have been hard pressed to take 50 calls in a weeks time. Now I’m taking that many in a little over a half a day. Hell Month is upon us. Need I say more?


05 Aug

Good Weekend

Man what a great weekend. For the first time in over a year I had all members of my family assembled in one place. Mom, Dad, and Kenneth. It was great. I realized one thing though. We’re a bunch of goofballs. We’re fairly normal when apart but put us together and jokes/funny comments are flying a mile a minute. I’ve missed them so much especially lately so spending this weekend with them has been great. I strived to spend every waking minute with them. We took a family portrait yesterday after church. The Sears photographer was cute. Anyway, we were laughing and being our usual selves in between pictures. My Mom had us in stitches along with the photographer. Did I mention she was cute? Anyway, she asked how long my parents had been married. “Thirty years,” they both responded. To which she replied, “Awww, that’s sweet.” And upon further reflection because she’s apparently married (Dangit! I can’t ask out a married woman) she said, “You’re still able to laugh after all these years?” I thought that was cool. My folks have a really cool relationship. My whole family relationship is cool. The older I get and the longer I’m away from them, the more I realize that. I’m really blessed to have the parents and brother that I have. Other people don’t have it so good. Thank God for cool family.

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