BRog & DRog

Technically, I should have posted this last weekend because that's when we went to the lake. If you can't tell, we like the water! However, Dad's boat is broke! So what do we do? We go to the river instead. I guess we're a little fanatical about water recreation, but the funny thing is, we're still only as tan as normal people in the winter.

So my wife turns 25 this Sunday and we're gonna celebrate! No big parties or elegant gifts, just a fun filled weekend tubing on the river courtesy of Rockin' R River Rides. Well, actually it's courtesy of my wallet, but who's counting? Further, it's really courtesy of the cash she received in birthday cards this week. Enough! We're staying here , pretty cheap with our employer's discount. Instead of taking our Canon 20d, we'll get one of those nifty disposable water cameras and I'll post the pics next week. Now I'm excited and I've got a few hours of work left, so I better work.

The way I see it is that we will stop sending stupid emails to update everyone on what's going on. You send a bulk email and everyone is offended that you didn't personlize for them. Try and personalize a bulk email, and you get chastised for faking a real email. Send a personal email and all you do is get a one-liner reply that says something like "Glad to hear you guys are doing great." Don't get me wrong, I do the same thing. Email hits my inbox from friends that I haven't heard from in months or years and it quietly works its way to the bottom of my inbox until it vanishes to the unknown chasm also known as "emails 51-100". Now I have every intention of replying with a real personal email, you know, like when you and your friends used to spend late nights conversing at Starbucks or IHOP (never have figured out what's so appealing about a restaurant that is filled almost entirely with chain-smoking drunks and we somehow have the nerve to purchase food-as if the conversation actually elevates us to invincibility, safe from all the diseases and sickness lurking around us)-hours pass by. Maybe that's just it, a real connection with another allows us to become so close, so interested, so oblivious to the negatives around us. Not just negatives, I mean the things we love to hate. The things that inspire us to waste hours of every day griping about. Somehow, they're forgotten because we've got our sampler plate or our mochafrappacrappachino. About that email, I never do get around to replying. I don't want to write something too short and impersonal, but I don't have the time to do anything else-so I do nothing.
Blogs are like the friends that are always there. Midnight, they're there. Six in the morning, you guessed it, they're there. Lunch time when I only have 30 seconds to check them, still there. They're so much and so little at the same time. I gotta stop, I'm sounding like blogs are my only friends.
If you've ever stayed at IHOP all night, long enough to catch the 6am crowd, it's almost like God is rewarding you for staying all night. The smoke begins to clear, the rowdy crowd is passed out on the couch at home (or wrapped around a telephone pole somewhere) and there you are with your 12th Dr. Pepper and that awesome Supreme Ham & Three Cheese Omelette(I do my research, you can check me out here) and an intimacy with your friend you never thought imaginable.
So, what's up with the new blog? I'm just tired of emailing, really.