Some days you are the black cat. Waiting to cross someone's path and make their day worse, or so they think. You are just doing what you know best. Not trying to cause anyone any problems. Things happen for a reason, good or bad. So don't blame the black cat and don't take the blame for being a black cat. You can take Rosco's tip in the picture above. Lay back and relax. Let the world come to you however it may be. Soak up the day and be free with your ways.
I'm not sure how many weeks I've been working in Chattanooga and it really doesn't matter to count them. It seams like every night of the work week is consumed with the overflow of work. I'm not complaining about it because I'm working out of town and Gin isn't with me. I guess the point is, I really don't have much to write about in this Blog because of the traveling worker syndrome.
So! I arrive home on Fridays and enjoy catching up with Gin each weekend. We hardly ever make plans for specific events each weekend. We just end up doing whatever comes to mind at the time.
Saturday we did a little shopping, a little house work, a little file management (computer & iPod) and a little TV watching (catching up with the DVR). Sunday I played my early morning round of disc golf in which I really wasn't impressed with myself. After a quick change into dry clothes I dropped by the grocery store for the ingredients for a pot of spaghetti. I was the chef for the day as Gin designated herself to floor mopping. We also cleaned out a spare bedroom to prepare it as a playroom for Nolan...and Dean when he's older.
Dinner was prepared and warming in the crock pot, waiting on Nolan, Dean and their parents. As soon as they arrived and Nolan was introduced to his play room, he didn't want to do much else but play. When dinner was served he squirmed enough to sit next to me (a good thing for both of us), then get released to play. Patrick and I joined Nolan in the play room. We set up the Hot-Wheels track with loop and played while Nolan did other things. Nothing like a father and son playing with Matchbox cars, a true American tradition.
We settled into the living room and I took Dean into my arms for some rocking, sleeping, fussing, burping, farting and feeding. I refuse to say who was doing what. All I can say is that we both enjoyed it.
A short weekend is fine with me as long as I can spend the time with my loved ones. Next weekend my parents will visit and meet Dean for the first time. Caris and Thomas will also join us. This week will fly by for me.
Life is good! Enjoy it while you can!
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