Wednesday, March 08, 2006

How did I get here?



Well, it's like this -

A long time ago

In a galaxy far, far away...

Well it really wasn't far, far away... just one state over as the crow flies.
But it was a long time ago. I mean we are talking late '60 here! That's when Harry met Sally. Or in my case, Duane met Nancy. East Lansing. Michigan State University (Go Spartans). He was into science and she was going to be a teacher. They fell in love...

***** Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute, Steven. We don't really want to read this.

Shut up. I don't care. It's my blog. Besides. This is how it began.

Well, really it began, Adam begat Seth, and Seth begat Enosh, and Enosh begat Kenan. So just be thankful that I don't take ya back that far!

Now where was I? Oh yeah, love on campus. Ok, I'll speed it up alot. Daddy loved Mamma, Mamma loved Daddy. They got married in the summer of '69. Yeah, it was the summer of '69. Well, actually it was '68. But that doesn't sing to Bryan Adams as well.

They got married and BAM! had a kid 9 months later. Now that's what I call "gettin' busy". And that kid was a pain in the arse. And she is still a pain to this day. Just ask my brother-in-law. But I love my sis anyway.

I know... I know... we'll get to the good part (me) soon enough.

After getting hitched, oh I forgot to mention they both lived in the Detroit area, the moved off for the East Coast. Fredrick, Maryland. That's were my sis was born. They lived there for a couple years. And I think Dad got to dodge the draft a bit as he was working as a civilian for the Army base there. Anyway, for reasons I can't remember, Dad followed a co-worker out to Illi-noise. That is how you pronounce it if you aren't from there.

And that is where they had ME! My sis and I are two years minus 8 days apart. Just wasn't right when we had to share birthday parties.

***** Finally! Now tell us all the good stuff, Steven.

Sorry, no can do. It's getting late and I need to get some poker time in.


... To be continued

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Should I stop and ask for directions?

Directions? Who needs directions. Just hand me a map. I'll get to where I am going. Where ever it is THAT might be.

Blog. Funny word. First time I read it I thought "that is gay". Everyone is doing it. Whoop-dee-do, Basil.

But what I have wanted to do is capture some of the everyday and almost mundane seeming things in my life and save them for posterity. What was I doing/thinking the summer after high school? I don't know. I can't remember. I didn't write anything down.

So really this is a diary. But lets not use that word. That is more gay than blog.

So I'll use this little speck of cyberspace to capture some of my life so that I can enjoy it again when I am old and have lost my memory. Not that KJ thinks I have much of a memory as it is now. And while I'm at it I'll use it as a lazy way to communicate to my friends and family what is going on in my life. Yes. It is lazy. It's okay to pick certain aspects to be lazy about. And I really am not one to talk on the phone.


So next time I'll talk about "How I got here" before I really start boring you with the day to day of "Where I am".