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2 comments June 19th, 2007

Fathers Day

Living across the country in most ways isn’t a whole lot different than living an hour away. I still have Linds, a job, a circle of friends, and my own life. The family and home is usually a brief email or phone call away, but in most respects you’d rarely be able to tell that home is 1,500 miles away. That is until holidays.

That’s when you hear of get together’s that you can’t be part of no matter if you had plans that day or not. That’s when you feel bad that it is in fact an email or phone call that will have to do. And for Fathers Day it means more.

My father, the Honorable Rep. Rausch means a lot to me. He is my mentor, consultant, and loan officer. It’s fathers day that dad and I have a tradition that for the first time in a while we won’t be able to take part in. Every fathers day we would always watch the U.S. Open, whether it was a 20″ or 52″ television, regular cable or high definition, and than if we were in Big Stone we’d go golfing afterwards.

So I spoke to my dad this morning to wish him a great day and dad said this:
“Someday we’ll have our Fathers Day and we’ll get golfing again”. Until he said that I had treated this move as a closure to things like that, but who knows where life will lead Linds and I, and I now know that last Fathers Day was not the end of a tradition, just the last for a while.

7 comments June 17th, 2007

Pictures

Well, I’d say it feels like I’m a single man again, but I honestly don’t know what that feels like. Linds has been gone since Monday and when I’m home alone I work out…alot. I think I’ve done like 500 sit-ups a day, ran a mile a day, played basketball, lifted weights, and petted kitties.

It is definitely weird coming home to lonely cats and an empty apartment (cue Yellowcard).

So, in my boredom I did manage to finally upload some pictures of Flickr.

Here’s one of those pictures.

…and another, this is my buddy Phil, by the way.

3 comments June 14th, 2007

Happy Anniversary

Father and Mother, 25 years ago today you got married, 25 years ago and 1 day ago Miles was conceived. You couldn’t wait to get to me? I can’t blame you, I’m pretty awesome.

Congrats, I hope Linds and I end up even a quarter as happy and ridiculously good looking as you two have ended up. What can I say, you rock the salt n’ peppa.

4 comments June 11th, 2007

Red red wine…

I’m the kind of guy who over-analyzes things, chokes, feels the pressure, acts too quickly without thinking first, and takes things to heart. I’m also a guy who likes a little wine here and there. How does this combination stress Bryce out? Easy, read on.

So I’m at church and the guy giving out free wine and I make eye-contact. Big mistake, now I’m feeling pressure, he’s thinking, “Wow, it sucks to be me, everyone wants the hosts but then they skip right over me and run back to their seats…wait…wait, I got one, he looked at me as if to say, ‘Don’t worry chief, I’m coming’ and my boredom is over”. I wish I could’ve explained myself as I skipped past him refusing his wine.

Here’s my beef with wine at church:
First, I am no vampire, never have been and hope to never be one, but I realize shit happens and if you’re bit you’re bit. So, on those grounds when offered to drink Jesus’ blood I usually think, I don’t have a problem with it, but I’d rather not, thanks.
But more importantly, I feel major pressure when taking the wine. First off, you have someone watching you, and you know they aren’t just watching like, I’m so proud you’re taking in the blood of Christ, they are thinking, I’m watching for backwash pal. And with a big goblet like that, backwash happens my friend. Which segways to my next point, if you’re at the end, you’re drinking everyone’s backwash, that’s all it is. There is nothing in Jesus’ blood that kills off backwash, or you’d see steam above the goblet (there is a term for the thing, but I don’t remember and I’m not looking it up, I’m rolling here) and then you’d drink the wine and it’d be cool/room temperature and you’d be like, “that’s a miracle, I just saw steam from Jesus’ blood burning up the backwash yet the temperature of the wine is unchanged. Praise Yahwey.
Another thing that stresses me out is there is usually a shit load of people in line for the wine, and in that line only a small bit of wine, I personally can drink half a bottle of red wine MYSELF in a night, I play for keeps, son. So, how do you know how much to take. You know the person handing out wine is also thinking, “wow, why don’t you gulp it down, lush” or “save some for the others” or “you’d think with all those cold sores on his lips he would’ve skipped this.”

Well, screw that, I don’t want to make sure I only take a little wine, but not too little. And I also don’t want to worry about backwash. So, I skip it, I eat up the host, but that’s a whole other story. You ever sin during the week and when the host is put in your hand you wait to see if it’ll burn your skin. No shit, I do. I’m being honest, maybe it’s my fantastical mind getting away from myself, but I do. I’m like, I swore in church today, it’s gonna burn right through my damn hand and then I’m gonna tell people it’s Stigmata, but I know it isn’t, it’s just Jesus getting even. I guess he plays for keeps, too.

Well, there you go, a religious post. I guess that makes me Holier than Though. Eat it.

9 comments June 3rd, 2007