The Holtonian

Pete a palooza, taggin along, losing weight, and general insanity

Well Peteapalooza starts tomorrow, also known as Petestock. I don't think some people understand the magnitude of my brother's visit. For starters I haven't seen Pete since my wedding in June. Secondly usually Pete's visits are marked by him coming unannounced up to Chattanooga, not calling me and not letting me know he's been in town till the last day of his visit, an hour before he has to leave. One time he called me up at Covenant,
P "Hey man I'm in town."
C. "GREAT!! Lets get together!!"
P. "Well I'm leaving in an hour."
C. "What?? How long have you been in town??"
P. "A few days, but I guess I want to see you so meet me at Greyfriars in ten minutes."

Thats pretty much the typical way pete announces his visit. Like a fart at the dinner table, Pete makes his presence known, abrubtly and rudely. But this time he's taking a more grown up approach, he called ahead, which is always nice for me, I mean it gives me time to put my pants on. Tomorrow will be the psuedo old school catacombian reunion where Pete and his friends sit around at a bar and talk about the wild and crazy stuff they used to do... and then sigh as they realize their lives are pathetically boring in comparison, eh such is life. Plus they'll have the company of a guy who will be THE FIFTH WHEEL and have nothing to add to the conversation but an occasional blackwatch anecdote that no one cares about and pales in comparison because we never did anything remotely dangerous or risque! Yep thats Me. My role as the out of place youngest brother continues. You know I thought once that I got married I would get rid of the role as tag along... nope. I still tag along with my brothers, and now I get to tag along with wifey, basically my whole life I have been a tag along. Even now. Every few days I just ask wifey "can I come too, where are we going, and are we there yet???" And then as I get older I'll be an old man asking the same questions to my kids, only I'll ask again in five minutes because I'll have lost my short term memory by then. Crazy Whipper snappers!

Wifey and I had Mrs. Roe over for dinner tonight which was a lot of fun. Though my obscure humour was somewhat lost without her other half... though I still got most of my own jokes... which is nice. I also went to the Mart of Wally and picked up some film we had dropped off. This film was seriously old. We had pics on the role from Jesse and Sophia Strows wedding in July on these things. Though we had actually no pictures from the wedding we did have pictures of us in D.C. which we got to visit while up there. There's some pretty funny pics of me reflecting at the reflecting pool thingy infront of Lincoln's hood. Even I am too cynical at times for the solemnness of the mall, though not the Vietnam Memorial that was something that just left me speachless. You just see all these names on this wall and you're completely speachless. My favorite memorial remains to be the Korean War one with the soldiers wandering through the fields. Its very errie yet very cool. The new WW2 memorial, which is pretty much close to being finished, was ok, it kind of just looks like a weird plaza of sorts with pillars and plaques. There were also some good pics of me after wifey messed up my hair and gave me the buzz. Someday i'll figure out how to put some pics on this blog and maybe some of you can check it out... though then all my stalkers could find me and that'd be bad for business. I mean I have a hard enough time with the psycho fans i have now, but man if they only saw how dead sexy i was, then... it'd just be all over. Well the diet starts on monday and my goal is to lose about thirty... thats a big goal but i think it must be done. We'll see how it goes. The wifey is supposed to be checking out the Sports Barn tomorrow to see if we could get a membership for a discount. With me working at Cigna and her at the Crei Leike we should be able to get something good. I mean Cigna really just needs its own gym.... the people there are the biggest bunch of fatties I've ever seen, myself included. Its so ironic too since the company is a health insurance company and all its employees are unhealthily overweight, obeese, fat, huge, and dang freaking big. The worst are the people who get on the elevator and ride it to the second floor. I mean come on its one floor, it'd help you out tons, or at least help lose the tons. I try to take the stairs to the 5th floor everyday, I'm usually successful but sometimes get caught up in a conversation that I don't want to interrupt by saying, "Excuse me I have to take the stairs." Like i'm some arrogant health nut that thinks he's better than people who take the elevator. Though really thats what i think when i take the stairs... i just don't want people to know that.