Head on

Over the weekend, I was eating a lunch at a local sandwich spot with my girlfriend. We were seated by the window, and were people watching the entire time. Mainly, we commented on the numerous dogs that were being walked on the great day.

This little girl, maybe 3 years old, comes walking by with her family. She looks in the window and is distracted by something. Distracted enough that she doesn't realize her little body is turning in the direction that she is looking. She runs smack into the window right by me, bouncing off with a startled look. Her dad looks in the window just in time to see me bust up laughing at his daughter. Luckily, he laughed it off too, as his daughter straightened herself out and kept walking.

But I think the point and laugh probably indicates that is good I don't have my own children.

Buy American

My friends from this post came back to the Chicagoland area this past week. They returned with a child. They skipped the whole "insert rod A into slot B, shake, stir, pour, bake at 96 degrees for 9 months" method and instead adopted. In these tough economic times, they chose to buy American and went with a local baby. This was the first time the baby had come to the Midwest, so they had a little party to welcome him. Like the wedding, this party was long on booze, short on people our age. They had their baby shower at a bar. With an open bar. I have classy friends.

For whatever reason, I was the only similarly aged friend to jump on the train and take it out to the suburbs. Sadly, I fouled up the train schedule and missed the train I wanted. This caused me to stay a little later than I really wanted to. Especially with none of our other friends there. I felt bad monopolizing my friends' time, as everyone else there was family. Nor could I really volunteer to help with the kid, because he is the first grandson on both sides and was by far the star of the show.

So after catching up as best I could, I just left a little early and spent my time reading and waiting for the train to take me back to the city. At least I had my pants.

On a brighter note, I made the best pork chops of my life on Monday. I love pork chops, but have always sucked at making them, always too dry. So I hope I have turned the corner here, because my life will be so much better if I have.

I got lazy

I got very lazy.

A lot has changed. I have a real girlfriend. I bought a condo. The girlfriend does not appreciate the fact that my condo's living room currently just has a laz-e-boy in front of the new big screen plasma tv. I still don't understand women...