Monthly Archives: June 2006

Please???

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You know what would be nice?

If the world could somehow know that yesterday I was on a plane twice as long as I was supposed to be and, as a result, go a pitiful amount of sleep last night. The world, knowing this, would be overwhelmed with compassion and just take it easy on me today.

No, I don’t think that’ll happen either. But it would be nice.

The plane home was supposed to leave at 5:45. I think we actually pushed back from the gate sometime after 6. Taxied a bit and then stopped. The pilot told us of the storms in Baltimore and that the airport was closed until further notice. We waited in the plane, on the ground for 2 hours.

Finally took off bounced our way to a wet and wild landing in the 11:30ish zone.

Went home, scarfed down a cheese pretzel and went to bed.

5 and a half hours of sleep later, my work week began.

Please world, just a day (or two) of low-stress, low-impact work?

wrong-sized

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I am not necessarily the smartest man that ever lived.

A few weeks ago, Emily got her windshield replaced. The repairman initially glued the wrong-sized rearview mirror attachment clip on to the windshield. Being the diligent, finish-what-you-started type employee he was, the repairman didn’t remove the incorrect piece, he just glued the correct piece on top of the wrong one. Translation: on the 1st really hot day after the windshield replacement, the glue holding the rearview mirror on to the wrong-sized clip failed and the mirror fell off.

The wrong-sized clip remained. Remained attached to the windshield with a titanic amount of…umm..grip. It would have taken god-like strength to get that sucker off. A bionic-armed Jesus wouldn’t have been able to do it.

It was bugging me. The wrong-sized clip needed to come off so that I could reglue the right-sized one so that I could reattach Emily’s rearview mirror so that she could see all the horrible drivers behind her rushing up on her at inappropriate and highly alarming speeds.

So, I consulted my friend the internet and learned how to do what a bionic-armed Jesus couldn’t. I needed nail polish remover. (and thus I needed a lunchtime trip to Walmart which almost made my head explode because, ohmygod, some of the people at that place. but whatever.)

Anywho, over the course of three days I applied more and more nail polish remover, slowly letting it do the job of dissolving the glue and freeing the clip. I figured I would wiggle the clip after each attempt and I’d be able to feel a little ‘give’ when I was getting close.

Then I got impatient.

Then I got a wrench. See where this is going?

The good news is that the wrong-sized clip popped right off. The bad news is that so did about 2 or 3 square inches of windshield.

Luckily, Emily is a wonderful person and realizes that I was only trying to help. That I may have made a mistake, but that my motivations come completely from a place of love and a sincere desire to make her life easier.

Oh, and also that I will schedule, handle, and pay for all necessary repairs.

So, yeah, impatience and stupidity 1; Mike 0.

The windshield glass repairman comes tomorrow afternoon.

I think I’ll leave out the part about the wrench.

The Sweet Combination

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…and in other news, Emily and I picked up our wedding bands yesterday. They look fantastic. I’m so glad that each of us picked the one we did. Emily’s is classy and beautiful, just like her. Mine is exactly what I wanted.

It’s funny how the big plans, the ones involving meetings and contracts, just kind of fly right by me. They’re like this big blur. It’s the little things that stand out. It’s the little things that I know I’ll remember forever. I can still remember the way the floor of the cabin felt when I hit one knee and asked the question. I will be able to remember forever they way it felt in the jewelry store when I put that ring on for the for the 1st time and looked at her.

I guess that’s what life is, really. A combination of big plans and little moments. The plans are the path your life takes. The little moments are what makes it worth living.