Archives for May 2006

A three hour drive with nothing but the delusional voices in my head to keep me company gave me a long time to think.

One comment kept playing over and over in my head, “…no way to contact her…” Before I left, Kelley and I touched on some of the obvious ways I could be contacted – by email, by mail (my address is on my other website) and of course Megan knows my address, my phone numbers, my email address, ect.

BUT the ride home brought out two more ways:

Through my sister and through my dad.

That one got the voices going, hmmmmmmmmmmmm?

Yesterday, the day started off we me feeling like I was going to a Mafia sit down – a room heavy with the tension of people ready to kill each other. In the overall grand scheme of things the day went well. My guardian angel reminded me – “speak when spoken to”.

The morning started off with rain and hail, followed by a good laugh at Arby’s – proving that different parts of the country have different labels for their products. Kelley and I had spent the morning mythbusting. It was a real eye opener for both of us. I know we both have a lot of information to mull over.

We made it to the church that the graduation was held at about a half hour early – the place was filling up quickly. Steve and Debbie came in a little after we did. It was really nice to see them again and to talk to them. We kept watching for everyone else to arrive. Kelley was getting upset that they weren’t there yet. I was trying not to let anything upset me. The commencement exercises started and everyone was there before Megan got her diploma. She also graduated in the top 15% of her class.

Everything ended earlier than we had thought so everyone scrambled to change the reservations from 6PM to 4PM. It was originally set for 5PM – so even that would have needed to be changed. We went back to the hotel (as planned) so Megan could put on the special dress she bought for the dinner. We arrived “late” but it was Megan’s day and she was entitled. Arriving late rid us of the awkwardness of finding seats – the distance at the table spoke volumes.

This would be the first time I had seen Tiffany since her Thanksgiving visit. Kelley and I both didn’t recognize her at first – words can’t describe how wonderful she looked. Vanessa looked very happy with her 2 girls – it was good to see her again. The last time I “saw” her was when she was pregnant.

Again I only talked when spoken to – Debbie came down and chatted with me for a few minutes and the Steve did too. Jordan said thank you for the 50 cents I gave her to get a souvenir flattened penny. Rodney said a few words. Megan was ready to head back to the room. Kelley wanted to do a little shopping so she stayed behind with the rest of the group.

I held back the tears – they will probably come on the long drive back home. I sure it will make some of the attendees very pleased to know how hurt I am. My only question back – yes, it’s been almost 10 years – why aren’t YOU over it?

Megan’s big day has arrived. Yesterday went well but not quite as Megan had “planned”. We got Kelley from the airport and went to eat. Then we went to the hotel to see if we could get checked in. Fortunately we could. SO we get me settled into the room – Megan and Kelley head over to the ex’s apartment to get what Megan needs for the weekend. Poor Kelley didn’t realize that Megan packs like she is going to going away for months. Having to bring the guinea pig Lola, her cage and all her supplies take up quite a bit of room too. Getting her stuff into the hotel room was no easy feat either.

On a side note – it sounds like Megan’s plans to go to DC and stay with her dad for a while over the summer have been nixed because of the guinea pig – maybe someone else can get a better answer on that one. Megan was looking forward to going up to DC for a while.

The next phase was to get Megan’s uncle’s car back. Following Megan when she drives is scarier than riding with her. We drop the car off, get the tour of the place and head off. By this time Kelley and I were running out of steam – Kelley had been up since 3:30 AM – I woke up at 4:30AM – but I plan was to go over to Opry Mills. Kelley was surprised that OpryLand was gone and Megan never knew it existed. Megan wanted to go play mini-golf and see a movie. Kelley and I were having a good time just looking at everything. I know we spent over an hour because one of Megan’s friend’s wasn’t at work we were stopped in.

So now it’s after 4PM, we still need to go to WalMart, pick up Megan’s dress and eat while we are out. We make our way back to get the dress, the over to WalMart. After WalMart we stop off at an Arby’s to eat. Seems an interesting wreck had happened just a few minutes before we got there – we sat there eating trying to figure it out. From our viewpoint it looked like a hit and run. There is debris was scattered all down the center median for almost a half block. No one in the car we saw was hurt. When leaving Arby’s we saw the other car that was involved – it had wound up in a parking lot on the same side of the road we were on.

We found are way back to the hotel and walked down to the pool area to see what was available – didn’t really want to go swimming but the hot tub sure looked good. We hug out there for about a half hour and made our back to the room to get the chlorine off us.

All of us were happy to call it a day.

From Blogger:

“A blog is a personal diary. A daily pulpit. A collaborative space. A political soapbox. A breaking-news outlet. A collection of links. Your own private thoughts. Memos to the world.

Your blog is whatever you want it to be. There are millions of them, in all shapes and sizes, and there are no real rules.

In simple terms, a blog is a web site, where you write stuff on an ongoing basis. New stuff shows up at the top, so your visitors can read what’s new. Then they comment on it or link to it or email you. Or not.

Since Blogger was launched, almost five years ago, blogs have reshaped the web, impacted politics, shaken up journalism, and enabled millions of people to have a voice and connect with others.”