Be careful on how you finish that.
I was thinking chef extraordinaire.
As I made note on the main blog, yesterday was Emmah's birthday. That gave her the privilege to pick what was to be dinner. She opted for pork tenderloin and pork chops, roasted potatoes, corn and cinnamon apples. Cinnamon apples are made by peeling and slicing apples and placing them in a frying pan with some butter, cinnamon and other proprietary ingredients.
Julie seasoned the tenderloin and chops. Julie cut up and seasoned the potatoes. Julie peeled and sliced up and made the apples. Julie proceeded to make the corn.
By now you must be wondering... um, Jeff... how exactly does this make you a chef extraordinaire?
Good question... and one I will answer thusly.
Emmah wanted the meat grilled... outside grilled. As in outside in the cold... the arctic cold. It took every skill I had in my repertoire battling the fierce fire and numbness of an icy wind. Barely able to feel the grilling utensils in my numb hand, I stood steadfast as the arctic wind blasted me head on in the face only to have a massive wave of heat engulf me as I threw open the grill to turn the meat at exactly the right moment... the right moment every time. Fire and ice... ice and fire... it was a battle in the name of ensuring a well cooked meal to which I emerged grandly victorious. Luckily, I didn't have to grill by flashlight (or headlamp) as I have previously done. The time change assisted me in sidestepping that chasm.
How dare you even think to ask how it turned out... I AM chef extraordinaire! Those who dare, I will graciously grant an answer... it was pretty damn tasty.
But I'm sure that was due to the seasoning...
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Sounding Off...
Not sounding off as in to hear your car making a odd sound to which you might say "hmmm the car is sounding off today" but to be 'sounding off' as in to vent. And by vent, I don't mean an air vent, I mean to talk about something that has been on your mind or in this case mine. And by mine I don't mean mine like a mine shaft or land mine, but mine as in to possess. And by possess I don't mean to be taken over by a demon, but to own something. And by own, I don't mean to be by oneself but to actually be able to claim something as being yours... naturally. And by naturally, I don't mean derived from nature, but to be deductible. And buy deductible I don't mean the portion you have to pay as part of your insurance claim, but to be logical and reasonable. And by reasonable I mean being within the bounds of common sense and not sounding off. And by sounding off I mean...
Okay, I guess that's enough of that.
I've been meaning to vent about smoking, and Lord knows when someone's smoking, we need to vent. And by vent I mean...
For those who know me, I am not a smoker. I don't understand the logic behind even trying it in the first place. My dad smoked when he was young, his dad (my grandfather) smoked for as long as I can remember before he passed many years ago. My dad eventually quit when he had to have half his lung removed due to complications from smoking. I had a friend in high school who smoked and looking back, I shouldn't have made light of when he told me he quit. By the way, he 'quit' three or four times if I remember right. I understand it's a chemical dependence, but why try it in the first place?
Smoking is an expensive addiction that literally sees your money going up in smoke. I wonder how many people would take their money, the same amount that they pay for their cigarettes and put it aside each and every time they made a cigarette purchase. Then at the end of the year light the bundle and watch it burn. Smoking leaves you with breath that smells like an ashtray... and combine cigarette breath with coffee breath and oh man, for us non-smokers, we can smell ya at 50 paces. It yellows your teeth, it yellows your fingers (the holding fingers) and we won't mention all the documented ill it does to your lungs and body... Smoking, it does a cancer good.
I will admit when I was a youth, I was curious, I puffed a couple of cigarettes... but I can say that number was less then the fingers I have on one hand, and for the record I have four. I got a bit of a buzz each time, but I never felt like I needed to continue it... ever! I've often wondered what does it feel like to be shot or stabbed... I have... but I don't see me buying a gun and shooting myself to find out and I'm in no hurry to ask someone to stab me either. So why would someone intentionally inhale smoke? I mean look at house fires... what is the number one thing that kills most victims of a house fire... that's right, smoke inhalation. So let's all stand around a bonfire with our faces in the rising smoke and repeatedly inhale... sounds ridiculous doesn't it?
I for one am glad that there is an indoor smoking ban... if you want to trash your own lungs go ahead, but as you fill the room with your smoke, don't force me to breathe in your expelled emissions. When smoked, tobacco and the additives in a cigarette undergo a complex chemical process that forms a smoke that contains more than 4,000, that's 4,000, chemicals including, but not limited to, carbon monoxide, hydrogen cyanide, nicotine, ammonia, arsenic and vinyl chloride. Forty-three components of tobacco smoke are known carcinogens including nitrosamines, quinoline, benzpyrene, cadmium, ammonia, nitrogen dioxide, formaldehyde, hydrogen cyanide, arsenic and hydrogen sulfide.
I just shake my head as I see the smokers pack themselves up and band together like penguins huddled against the cold winter air as they run outside to have a puff. I truly wonder if smokers realize how offensive cigarette smoke is to us non-smokers? Back in the day (as it was) when I would go out to the bars, for the record mostly on the weekends, I enjoyed my company and such, but hated coming home smelling like a pool hall/bowling alley/bar/ashtray. I hated having to shower before going to bed so as not to stinkify my sheets and bed.
I hate it even more as I sit in the truck at an intersection and am behind, next to or (if the wind is right) in front of a car with a smoker in it. My ventilation system sucks in their offensive exhalation and that's with the windows up. It's a hundred times worse in the summer with the windows open. I've even closed my window sitting next to a smoking driver. I hafta laugh when I see someone driving and smoking in the winter months because usually, they are driving with the window open a crack and with their hand holding their cigarette right at, or out, of the crack so the smoke pouring off the ash end gets sucked out of the car. They can't even stand driving with it, so they feel compelled to 'share' it with the world. This finally gets us to what prompted me to start this rant/diatribe of mine.
What is it with smokers who think the world is their ashtray? What gives smoking drivers the right to just toss their butts out the window or someone who's walking along to just as casually flip their butt on the sidewalk? It's bad enough to see butts along the curb, or as some call it, the gutter. It's far worse to see them scattered about like you're walking in some giant ashtray at various scenic overlooks and rest stops. I am not a worldly traveler, but I have gotten around these United States and I can tell you it's a national problem, in some spots it's so thick it looks like mulch. It's really sad to think these people who smoke are traveling along... "Oh honey look a 'scenic overlook'... let's stop". "Isn't it beautiful so peaceful, so serene... let's enhance it with smoking and dropping our butts on the ground". So what I'm getting at is; what makes them want to have a smoke and drop their butts all over the ground? Why can't those that practice this habit see it as littering? Everyone else does.
The filters in a pack of cigarettes weighs .12 ounces... so of the 465 billion smoked in the United States in 1998 translates to a total of 176,250,000 pounds of discarded butts in the United States alone and the over 5 trillion cigarettes smoked world wide would weigh in at a staggering 2.1 billion pounds. The butts also take up a large volume of space. If you take a smoker that smokes a pack and a half a day, that equates to 10,000 cigarettes a year, the butts of which would fill a volume of 5 liters. If we expand that to a world wide yearly thing, we get 2,800,000,000 liters.
Cigarette butts make up the most common debris item collected world wide during the Ocean Conservancy's International Coastal Cleanup. In 2004... 1,268,177 cigarette filters, cigar tips and tobacco packaging were collected and that accounted for 29.6% of U.S. debris and 21.2% of worldwide debris... sadly staggering, but those numbers were down from 2003 when it was 38% and 34%.
Most cigarette filters are composed of cellulose acetate, a form of plastic and they don't biodegrade, or perhaps I should say that they biodegrade as quickly as other plastics do. I wonder what the world would look like if every non smoker tossed a small plastic cup on the ground every time a smoker tossed a butt? I imagine it safe to say that even a smoker would complain about the mess.
For those of you who may have wandered over here by accident and mis-clicked your way to my blog and read this, know that I am not directing this at anyone in particular, and know that it doesn't change my opinion of you... everyone has vices. I look at it like this... I've been around smokers that were respectful of me being a non-smoker and would go to great lengths to 'not offend', I've also been around smokers that didn't care one wit about what others think and would almost blow their exhale directly in your face... and don't even get me started on 'smoke breaks'. If you are offended by what I've written here I apologize... then again maybe you need to look at yourself a little more closely, or perhaps change your ways to not reflect what is written here.
My vice? It's my addiction to Coke... I can go days, even a week or so without having one. Then, as I sit and have some pizza, a glass of water just doesn't do it for me. Oh well, I guess it could be worse, I could smoke. And by smoke I mean to inhale and not the byproduct of fire. And by fire I mean something with hot flames and not to launch a missile... which, if you heard that, you might think that something outside was... well... sounding off.
Okay, I guess that's enough of that.
I've been meaning to vent about smoking, and Lord knows when someone's smoking, we need to vent. And by vent I mean...
For those who know me, I am not a smoker. I don't understand the logic behind even trying it in the first place. My dad smoked when he was young, his dad (my grandfather) smoked for as long as I can remember before he passed many years ago. My dad eventually quit when he had to have half his lung removed due to complications from smoking. I had a friend in high school who smoked and looking back, I shouldn't have made light of when he told me he quit. By the way, he 'quit' three or four times if I remember right. I understand it's a chemical dependence, but why try it in the first place?
Smoking is an expensive addiction that literally sees your money going up in smoke. I wonder how many people would take their money, the same amount that they pay for their cigarettes and put it aside each and every time they made a cigarette purchase. Then at the end of the year light the bundle and watch it burn. Smoking leaves you with breath that smells like an ashtray... and combine cigarette breath with coffee breath and oh man, for us non-smokers, we can smell ya at 50 paces. It yellows your teeth, it yellows your fingers (the holding fingers) and we won't mention all the documented ill it does to your lungs and body... Smoking, it does a cancer good.
I will admit when I was a youth, I was curious, I puffed a couple of cigarettes... but I can say that number was less then the fingers I have on one hand, and for the record I have four. I got a bit of a buzz each time, but I never felt like I needed to continue it... ever! I've often wondered what does it feel like to be shot or stabbed... I have... but I don't see me buying a gun and shooting myself to find out and I'm in no hurry to ask someone to stab me either. So why would someone intentionally inhale smoke? I mean look at house fires... what is the number one thing that kills most victims of a house fire... that's right, smoke inhalation. So let's all stand around a bonfire with our faces in the rising smoke and repeatedly inhale... sounds ridiculous doesn't it?
I for one am glad that there is an indoor smoking ban... if you want to trash your own lungs go ahead, but as you fill the room with your smoke, don't force me to breathe in your expelled emissions. When smoked, tobacco and the additives in a cigarette undergo a complex chemical process that forms a smoke that contains more than 4,000, that's 4,000, chemicals including, but not limited to, carbon monoxide, hydrogen cyanide, nicotine, ammonia, arsenic and vinyl chloride. Forty-three components of tobacco smoke are known carcinogens including nitrosamines, quinoline, benzpyrene, cadmium, ammonia, nitrogen dioxide, formaldehyde, hydrogen cyanide, arsenic and hydrogen sulfide.
I just shake my head as I see the smokers pack themselves up and band together like penguins huddled against the cold winter air as they run outside to have a puff. I truly wonder if smokers realize how offensive cigarette smoke is to us non-smokers? Back in the day (as it was) when I would go out to the bars, for the record mostly on the weekends, I enjoyed my company and such, but hated coming home smelling like a pool hall/bowling alley/bar/ashtray. I hated having to shower before going to bed so as not to stinkify my sheets and bed.
I hate it even more as I sit in the truck at an intersection and am behind, next to or (if the wind is right) in front of a car with a smoker in it. My ventilation system sucks in their offensive exhalation and that's with the windows up. It's a hundred times worse in the summer with the windows open. I've even closed my window sitting next to a smoking driver. I hafta laugh when I see someone driving and smoking in the winter months because usually, they are driving with the window open a crack and with their hand holding their cigarette right at, or out, of the crack so the smoke pouring off the ash end gets sucked out of the car. They can't even stand driving with it, so they feel compelled to 'share' it with the world. This finally gets us to what prompted me to start this rant/diatribe of mine.
What is it with smokers who think the world is their ashtray? What gives smoking drivers the right to just toss their butts out the window or someone who's walking along to just as casually flip their butt on the sidewalk? It's bad enough to see butts along the curb, or as some call it, the gutter. It's far worse to see them scattered about like you're walking in some giant ashtray at various scenic overlooks and rest stops. I am not a worldly traveler, but I have gotten around these United States and I can tell you it's a national problem, in some spots it's so thick it looks like mulch. It's really sad to think these people who smoke are traveling along... "Oh honey look a 'scenic overlook'... let's stop". "Isn't it beautiful so peaceful, so serene... let's enhance it with smoking and dropping our butts on the ground". So what I'm getting at is; what makes them want to have a smoke and drop their butts all over the ground? Why can't those that practice this habit see it as littering? Everyone else does.
The filters in a pack of cigarettes weighs .12 ounces... so of the 465 billion smoked in the United States in 1998 translates to a total of 176,250,000 pounds of discarded butts in the United States alone and the over 5 trillion cigarettes smoked world wide would weigh in at a staggering 2.1 billion pounds. The butts also take up a large volume of space. If you take a smoker that smokes a pack and a half a day, that equates to 10,000 cigarettes a year, the butts of which would fill a volume of 5 liters. If we expand that to a world wide yearly thing, we get 2,800,000,000 liters.
Cigarette butts make up the most common debris item collected world wide during the Ocean Conservancy's International Coastal Cleanup. In 2004... 1,268,177 cigarette filters, cigar tips and tobacco packaging were collected and that accounted for 29.6% of U.S. debris and 21.2% of worldwide debris... sadly staggering, but those numbers were down from 2003 when it was 38% and 34%.
Most cigarette filters are composed of cellulose acetate, a form of plastic and they don't biodegrade, or perhaps I should say that they biodegrade as quickly as other plastics do. I wonder what the world would look like if every non smoker tossed a small plastic cup on the ground every time a smoker tossed a butt? I imagine it safe to say that even a smoker would complain about the mess.
For those of you who may have wandered over here by accident and mis-clicked your way to my blog and read this, know that I am not directing this at anyone in particular, and know that it doesn't change my opinion of you... everyone has vices. I look at it like this... I've been around smokers that were respectful of me being a non-smoker and would go to great lengths to 'not offend', I've also been around smokers that didn't care one wit about what others think and would almost blow their exhale directly in your face... and don't even get me started on 'smoke breaks'. If you are offended by what I've written here I apologize... then again maybe you need to look at yourself a little more closely, or perhaps change your ways to not reflect what is written here.
My vice? It's my addiction to Coke... I can go days, even a week or so without having one. Then, as I sit and have some pizza, a glass of water just doesn't do it for me. Oh well, I guess it could be worse, I could smoke. And by smoke I mean to inhale and not the byproduct of fire. And by fire I mean something with hot flames and not to launch a missile... which, if you heard that, you might think that something outside was... well... sounding off.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Finally!
Something we are way above average at... according to the Gullible info generator I have on our main blog page, it said that the average sink contains 3.2 unwashed dishes.
Friday, June 22, 2007
The Second Hand Continues To Spin...
Which pushes the minute hand... thus pushing the hour hand... and so time marches on.
I can see that it has since it's been a touch over a month since I last posted anything. No, I'm still not done on the house, but it is progressing.
As I look at the calendar... okay, so we don't have a calendar... but we do have a computer that shows the date.
As I was saying, I noticed that yesterday was the 21st, the first day of summer... it also marked a milestone for Emmah... yesterday was day 100. What it means in a nutshell is that the food restrictions that were in place since the rescues/transplants has been lifted. She can eat out again... she managed to sneak in a couple of meals here and there during the 100 day span though... tsk tsk on us for letting it happen... but we were careful from where she ate at those times sticking to places that made the food fresh. The restriction was put in place to basically protect her from from bacteria laden food... food that may have been sitting out a bit too long and something that you or I with a normal immune system could handle, where hers might not. To mark this long awaited day... Emmah requested to eat out. How could we say no? She requested White Fence Farm and so we went. I will let her fill you in on the details when (and if) she gets around to posting something on her own.
If yesterday was the 21st, then that means today is the 22nd... the date which I lost my father, as did my brother. My mother lost her mate and my kids lost their grandpa. I don't know why I feel compelled to bring it up... perhaps it's to preserve a memory. It's easy to remember... the death date that is... his birth date was March 11th... 3-11, his death date is double his birth date... 3-11... 6-22. He would've turned 64 this year... Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four? No, I'm not going to break out in song, but I think it safe to say that we would still be needing him and that my mom would still be feeding him. I think that secretly he knew that the tornado was coming and that there was going to be a diaper-load of work to do and he wanted no part.
I don't know if the years... all four of them... have softened the edge... well I know it has, but I wonder now with all that's going on in, and around my life, it's cast it to the back burner. I wonder if I had more free time to dwell, would I think more about it? My initial off the cuff answer would be probably not since time has a way of washing the emotions back out to sea. I spent my day working on cutting, priming and painting some of the trim boards for the house. I got up and went through my normal morning routine. Headed on out and didn't think of the date until late morning. Then it was like a stray dog roaming the neighborhood... every once in a while it comes into view. That's how it was for me today... every once in a while something inside would tell me... "you know it's the 22nd of June?"
It really is a twisted anniversary...
I can see that it has since it's been a touch over a month since I last posted anything. No, I'm still not done on the house, but it is progressing.
As I look at the calendar... okay, so we don't have a calendar... but we do have a computer that shows the date.
As I was saying, I noticed that yesterday was the 21st, the first day of summer... it also marked a milestone for Emmah... yesterday was day 100. What it means in a nutshell is that the food restrictions that were in place since the rescues/transplants has been lifted. She can eat out again... she managed to sneak in a couple of meals here and there during the 100 day span though... tsk tsk on us for letting it happen... but we were careful from where she ate at those times sticking to places that made the food fresh. The restriction was put in place to basically protect her from from bacteria laden food... food that may have been sitting out a bit too long and something that you or I with a normal immune system could handle, where hers might not. To mark this long awaited day... Emmah requested to eat out. How could we say no? She requested White Fence Farm and so we went. I will let her fill you in on the details when (and if) she gets around to posting something on her own.
If yesterday was the 21st, then that means today is the 22nd... the date which I lost my father, as did my brother. My mother lost her mate and my kids lost their grandpa. I don't know why I feel compelled to bring it up... perhaps it's to preserve a memory. It's easy to remember... the death date that is... his birth date was March 11th... 3-11, his death date is double his birth date... 3-11... 6-22. He would've turned 64 this year... Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four? No, I'm not going to break out in song, but I think it safe to say that we would still be needing him and that my mom would still be feeding him. I think that secretly he knew that the tornado was coming and that there was going to be a diaper-load of work to do and he wanted no part.
I don't know if the years... all four of them... have softened the edge... well I know it has, but I wonder now with all that's going on in, and around my life, it's cast it to the back burner. I wonder if I had more free time to dwell, would I think more about it? My initial off the cuff answer would be probably not since time has a way of washing the emotions back out to sea. I spent my day working on cutting, priming and painting some of the trim boards for the house. I got up and went through my normal morning routine. Headed on out and didn't think of the date until late morning. Then it was like a stray dog roaming the neighborhood... every once in a while it comes into view. That's how it was for me today... every once in a while something inside would tell me... "you know it's the 22nd of June?"
It really is a twisted anniversary...
Friday, May 18, 2007
The Grass Grows...
Mostly when you're not looking, or watching.
It's like when you see an old picture of yourself and you go... geez, I was so young back then, or look how young I looked, or man I looked good back then, what happened to me? I think you get my point.
Obviously for those who read here and have kids, that's nothing new... the kids constantly change. I know, we all change, but with kids it seems to move faster... suddenly they're in kindergarten, or third grade, or will be starting junior high. They learn to sit up, crawl, stand, walk, talk... lose their first tooth. Without going any further down that road, I will get to my point in all of this.
We don't notice the change as it's happening... just like we never see the grass growing... suddenly one day, it needs mowing... starting the cycle all over again. People are like that too... you don't see the changes happening, or as they happen... then one day you notice something is different. Didn't see it happen, just suddenly it happened and it's forever changed.
In no particular order of importance... the past couple of weeks have brought to light some more of these moments or markers in my life.
Jake turned 6 on the 13th (Mother's Day) and he lost his first tooth on that day too. I realize that two others have lost their first tooths too... but it reminded me that he's getting old... venturing out of that older toddler kid phase. He's no longer in the 0-5... he's in the 6-12... the next phase being the teen years.
Then there's Rachael... she got a haircut... I know what's the big deal... it's not like it's her first. No, it's not her first, but in a way it is... see, her hair had become long... as in really, really l o o o o n g, and most of the hair that got cut off in the back was her original hair. That is to say that hair was four plus years old... a different type of marker. It's amazing to see the difference, suddenly she looked much older. Rachael also graduated from preschool today... she's taken another step towards becoming a kindergartner. I will get some pictures (from both events) posted on her page.
Emmah... the oldest and the one paving the way for all the others to follow... I can relate, but I only had one following me... she has five. Yesterday, Julie attending a meeting for the fifth grade class that was going to be entering junior high... I said Junior High. Three years away from high school and five from driving. Yes, that was a groan you heard. Speaking of Emmah, she felt up to going to PLUS on Thursday... the gifted program... and she felt up to going to school all day today. She won't be going everyday, but we will let her from time to time since this is the year that she will be leaving the only school she's known for the past five years.
An addendum... I've been reminded several times that "it's six years dad if you include kindergarten"... so there you go Emmah... six years.
Then there's Nick... Nick is Nick, but I've noticed that he's filling out, that is to say getting more man-like... he's eating like a horse. He's not the skinny twig of a kid anymore and is getting some size to him now. I've also started him on mowing the lawn now too. He enjoys it, for now, and I figure that will last until the novelty wears off... which coincidently will be around the time I won't have to be monitoring him as he mows it.
I know there will be more of the same in the coming years especially with three still in the 0-5 group.
Back to junior high for a sec... while junior high was over thirty years ago, there are still some memories that remain clearer than others, but the point I'm getting at is this... it's still somewhat fresh. Okay, it's not that fresh, but it is hard for me to wrap my head around that it's been that long since that phase of my life... which in of itself is another marker.
Funny thing, the lawn needs mowing tomorrow...
It's like when you see an old picture of yourself and you go... geez, I was so young back then, or look how young I looked, or man I looked good back then, what happened to me? I think you get my point.
Obviously for those who read here and have kids, that's nothing new... the kids constantly change. I know, we all change, but with kids it seems to move faster... suddenly they're in kindergarten, or third grade, or will be starting junior high. They learn to sit up, crawl, stand, walk, talk... lose their first tooth. Without going any further down that road, I will get to my point in all of this.
We don't notice the change as it's happening... just like we never see the grass growing... suddenly one day, it needs mowing... starting the cycle all over again. People are like that too... you don't see the changes happening, or as they happen... then one day you notice something is different. Didn't see it happen, just suddenly it happened and it's forever changed.
In no particular order of importance... the past couple of weeks have brought to light some more of these moments or markers in my life.
Jake turned 6 on the 13th (Mother's Day) and he lost his first tooth on that day too. I realize that two others have lost their first tooths too... but it reminded me that he's getting old... venturing out of that older toddler kid phase. He's no longer in the 0-5... he's in the 6-12... the next phase being the teen years.
Then there's Rachael... she got a haircut... I know what's the big deal... it's not like it's her first. No, it's not her first, but in a way it is... see, her hair had become long... as in really, really l o o o o n g, and most of the hair that got cut off in the back was her original hair. That is to say that hair was four plus years old... a different type of marker. It's amazing to see the difference, suddenly she looked much older. Rachael also graduated from preschool today... she's taken another step towards becoming a kindergartner. I will get some pictures (from both events) posted on her page.
Emmah... the oldest and the one paving the way for all the others to follow... I can relate, but I only had one following me... she has five. Yesterday, Julie attending a meeting for the fifth grade class that was going to be entering junior high... I said Junior High. Three years away from high school and five from driving. Yes, that was a groan you heard. Speaking of Emmah, she felt up to going to PLUS on Thursday... the gifted program... and she felt up to going to school all day today. She won't be going everyday, but we will let her from time to time since this is the year that she will be leaving the only school she's known for the past five years.
An addendum... I've been reminded several times that "it's six years dad if you include kindergarten"... so there you go Emmah... six years.
Then there's Nick... Nick is Nick, but I've noticed that he's filling out, that is to say getting more man-like... he's eating like a horse. He's not the skinny twig of a kid anymore and is getting some size to him now. I've also started him on mowing the lawn now too. He enjoys it, for now, and I figure that will last until the novelty wears off... which coincidently will be around the time I won't have to be monitoring him as he mows it.
I know there will be more of the same in the coming years especially with three still in the 0-5 group.
Back to junior high for a sec... while junior high was over thirty years ago, there are still some memories that remain clearer than others, but the point I'm getting at is this... it's still somewhat fresh. Okay, it's not that fresh, but it is hard for me to wrap my head around that it's been that long since that phase of my life... which in of itself is another marker.
Funny thing, the lawn needs mowing tomorrow...
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