Back from the Spa

I'm back from a weekend with the parents (is that a growing trend nowadays?). The mother was continually on my ass about a visit, so that's how I knew it was time. I'd like to say that nothing has changed, but I'd be a bold faced liar. Actually, I don't think anything is the same. Anyhooch. Same ole visit: Mom wants me to eat my weight in fatty, fried foods. Dad needs help with something heavy. Little brother's a brat. Big sister is in the midst of a argument with the folks. Maybe some things ARE the same.

As far as exciting things, that's about all I've got, folks. I've got one more week of working everyday before I go back to class everyday. Hopefully with classes, I'll be able to be a little more active and drop a few lb's. Maybe even get outside and get some sun on my buns.

For real though, when am I gonna come to Conway and kick it again? When am I going to make my debut at The Saucer? When is it going to stop being cloudy and start being Summer for god's sake? All questions that need to be answered soon. For now, Daddy's hungry and needs to put something in his belly. Toodles.

Sugar Honey Iced Tea!

I watched Madagascar last night for the 100th time and caught a line that I'd missed the previous 99 viewings. Marty's running down the beach to greet Alex after they realize everyone's ok, and Alex is "less than happy' with Marty. Marty proceeds to turn, run the other way, and yell my new favorite line in the movie. "Sugar Honey Iced Tea!" It took me a minute or 5 to realize what the hell he said and why. Once I got the joke, I paused the movie, laughed for a while, rewound the movie, watched it again, and laughed at it all over again. Priceless.

See, that was a cheery intro to avoid the topic of my LACK of posts in recent days/weeks. The truth is that I've been working the good ole' Dolly Parton shift (9 to 5) at Brick Oven the last few weeks, and regrettably, we don't exactly have a computer with internet access on hand in our restauraunt. If we did, I'd probably get fired because there's no one there that could pull this 6'5" 250+ lb guy away from it. Don't fret, though. The Summer II term starts in another week, so I will conveniently be on campus everyday, and you know what that means. You guessed it....tons of posts that, due to my pitiful existence, are sadly devoid of any excitement.

What's new with me? Nothing really. Working a shit-ton. Not getting to play as much as I'd like. I DID get to go canoeing two weeks ago. It was pretty fun. I laughed. I drank. I took several pictures with the fellas. I took a picture of Travis and girl in a bikini. I got a 3/4 full beer heaved at me from approximately 6 feet away. Luckily, it bounced harmlessly off of my forehead. More on this later.

Lauren's employer planned a company picnic at Wild River Country last weekend, and I was invited. Hooray! Also noteworthy, it was only $5 per ticket. Double hooray! We load up 7 people into 1 Durango and head to the water park. After arriving at noon and discovering that a regularly priced ticket was $27, we made our way to the pavilion that housed the picnic. Surprising to ONLY me, the picnic had been catered by some BBQ place. Yummmmm!
Needless to say, Daddy had a bite to eat. After lunch, we unleashed ourselves on the rides. Good times all day. >>Fast forward>> to approximately 6:15. The skies fill with clouds and thunder claps. "Well, I guess it's time to go home," I say. "Rain Check tickets will be passed out at the gate for all patrons who leave within the next hour," says the lady on the intercom. Short story long....we spent almost all afternoon splashing about and having a good time only to get a free ticket an hour and a half before the park closed. Oh, WRC, we'll be back.

Dear Melissa Haney,

This could/should be you.

Another Brick in the Blog

I would like to start off by apologizing for two things:

1. I don't post as regularly as I once did, and even though I find it hard to believe that anyone looks forward to my blog, your comments tell a different story.
2. This post will likely be long, random, pointless, scatter-brained, and possibly repetitive.

First off, I would like to address the fact that Melissa M. Haney has gone and come from the doctor, and I have yet to recieve a phone call updating me to her situation. Thoroughly disappointing.

As most of you know, I FINALLY made a trip to Conweezy. Although I had a great time, it was somewhat bittersweet. How so, you ask? Mostly because I got set up like a goof in some mafia movie. Try this on for size:

• Her: "Hey Mike, let's go out to eat on Saturday."


• Me: Ok, where do you want to eat?


• Her: "I don't know....Russellville doesn't have any good restauraunts. Let's go to Conway."


• Me: Uhhh, ok. Where do you want to eat in Conway? Her: "Chile's....at 3 p.m."


• Me: Ooooook.


• Fast forward to Thursday


• Her: "I don't want to eat at Chile's. Let's eat at the Marketplace."


• Me: What/where in god's name is the Marketplace?


• Her: "It's....a place....that Leslie told me about in Conway. It's good. We can eat there on Saturday...at 3p.m."


• Me: Ok...whatever you want.

I'm such an idiot. Even though the outcome was wonderful, I do NOT like being played like a fiddle. I will get my revenge...oh yes, my revenge will be had.

Summer school has been my chance to catch up academically by taking one or two classes while most of my fellow students party their asses off. This summer was going to be no different. Classes were scheduled to start this week, so I cruise over to the library to check my schedule and find out where my class will be held. Surprised and appalled, I find that either I have been mysteriously dropped from the roster, or The particular class that I had enrolled in, is no longer offered and has been cancelled, or none of the above and I'm f*cked anyway. I'm anxious to hear the administration's explanation on this one.

This weekend is my buddy Shane's birthday, and a plan to camp in Hot Springs was changed to a canoe trip on the Big Elk River. Good times and many beers will be had.