Haven’t been doing much updating on the blog this week. It’s been an exhausting week, to say the least. Work, for the second week in a row, has been ridiculously busy. I’m no more than digging out of one big project when two or three more are thrown on the pile. Typically things don’t get this busy until late November when the trade show season starts picking back up. Lauren and I are getting used to the carpooling, though the timing still isn’t there. I was fifteen minutes late to work Tuesday and 25 minutes early Wednesday. I think if we leave home at 7:19, I’ll make it to work right at 8. 

Tonight we leave for the weekend trip to Carpenter. Lauren seemed a little stressed that she’d have to be on her “best behavior” for the Glanzers the weekend after her first week of work. Trust me, nothing about the Glanzer farm requires good behavior. After meeting the parents of countless friends over the years, I’d say the Glanzers are amongst the most laid back, non-traditional parents of all. Well… Dad probably is the prototypical father figure, but Mom really doesn’t fit the charecteristics of the other mothers out there. I don’t quite know how to describe it, but it’s definitely not a bad thing! I cited the 2001 family Christmas portrait where all five family members and Simba were pictured waving liquor bottles in the air “pretending” to be drunk as a prime example of why a visit to the Glanzer farm should not be considered a stressful event. 

On a totally different subject, I am considering some alternate options to my cell phone plan. Why do I have to pay $90 a month for my cell bill? My plan is $49.99 a month for unlimited calls and texting, and it always ends up with $30 worth of taxes and fees that I can’t explain. I was paying a few bucks a month to have Scrabble on my phone, but I even deleted that to cut costs. 

And on another totally off-the-wall subject… After discussing the episode of Seinfeld where Jerry loses his best, most dependable shirt, “Golden Boy,” in the wash, I couldn’t help but think about my all-time favorite shirt, which I owned for a couple years, probably around 8th grade. It was a teal “No Fear” long-sleeve t-shirt with slightly darker teal stripes and the embroidered No Fear logo in the corner. It was the perfect size and was good for any type of weather, and was even considered acceptable for church. I wore the hell out of that shirt until it was reduced to a rag. I wore it at least once a week to school, until my friend Jesse commented “You wear that shirt all the time!” I was embarassed and reduced it to a much lesser role. To this day I have never found another garment of such high quality and wearability.