Archive for July, 2004
Today I learned the awful news of the passing of a recent graduate from Ortonville High School: Zach Kafka.
I wasn’t much more than an ecumenicist with him, he was on the waiting list for the big poker tournament and I guess looking at it now I’m glad we never called him to play because then maybe losing him would be harder.
This sounds quite awful, I know, but I hate it when friends die, call me crazy. It started with Seth.
I remember thinking, “ya know, this is my first friend who has died”. Then, a year later Justin Maas died. In this instance I remember thinking, “I made this kid laugh. I can still see him laughing at me joking around and now he is gone forever”.
This year I lost someone very close to me, Fr. Ray. I was a wreck that night and was a wreck at the funeral. I can now joke about it and know he’s in heaven and blah blah blah but at the time all I could think of was, “How? Why?”.
With Zach dying in his sleep from an aneurysm I think, I’ve nearly fallen cold asleep at the wheel, I’ve had major surgery to remove a cranky appendix, I’ve had a lot of close calls in my life, and he dies in his sleep, Seth fell asleep at the wheel and died, Justin had a fatal seizure, Fr. Ray just got sick and here I am…alive…healthy even.
Life is unbelievably fragile. Fragile to the point that I don’t want to leave my house again. Yet, everyday we take risks we don’t even think about, passing on a hill or curve, speeding, drinking, hunting, being outside during lightning storms, I mean, it’s weird, some people die, some people live, and they go through nearly identical experiences during their lives.
Just a thought.
July 27th, 2004
Another week is done and it is a week closer to the completion of work at the warehouse, or as we in the business call it, F’in HELL!
Don’t believe me? Well, this week I worked Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday and all but Thursday were hotter than an oil fire in Kuwait. We’re talking, steamy.
Not only was it bloody hot, but I was tired all week, missing my girly girl, and on Thursday I smashed my left middle-finger. WOW! What a way to start the day I didn’t just say “What the Hay?” I said, “What would you do Dr. Dre?” and he responded, “who the hell are you?”.
I just decided to post because we did get out of work early today (3:30) and no one else seems to be posting.
The week was more eventful than me smashing my finger and working but that’s a post for another time.
July 22nd, 2004
I realized upon picking the URL for this blog that some people may think I really enjoy “Wham” and have kitten folders. Well, I do have kitten folders and enjoy the song “Wake me up before you Go Go” but NO I am not gay.
I would’ve just had plethora but it is in use. So I went with plethora33 because 33 used to be my basketball number, it’s one of my lucky numbers, and it’s Larry Bird’s basketball number. Larry Bird is the Irish God of rain…ing THREE’S!! Whoa. YEAH!
Sorry about that.
I just thought I’d use my PP (Post Power) to clarify the 33.
July 16th, 2004
Well, yesterday I mentioned to Tony, Linds, and Boy that I wish I had a blog so I could post about something on my mind. Step one was to create a blog.
I haven’t done this yet because it’s kinda gay. If not gay, pretty trendy. But alas, I have never minded reading them and have even gone as far as to use Miles’ site to post my own sites. Miles is my bitch. Heh.
Anyways, this is my first post so I’ve decided not to post of anything relevant or pressing. Just to say, this is my blog, enjoy. Who knows what I’ll post about. If I get agitated I’m bound to post about my problems or if I think of anything funny I can post on that.
I hope Miles helps me format my site so it looks HALF as pertty as his and 2/3 as pretty as Tony’s.
This is Bryce, signing off.
July 11th, 2004