Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Monday, January 04, 2010

2010 Resolutions

The following are my New Years Resolutions for 2010:



  • Read more. Turn off the computer at night and read a book or magazine before going to sleep.



  • Write more. Update my blog on a more regular basis. Even if I have nothing to say and it's piss poorly written.



  • See more live music. The second half of '09 I feel like I saw the most live music I've seen in the past decade. Continue that. Music is my church, and Lord knows I need to be saved.



  • Cook. I wanna to say, "cook more," but the honest truth is that I don't cook at all, and I need to learn or at least try. I wanna spend time in the kitchen preparing my own meals with more veggies and less meat.



  • Travel more. I wanna go camping in Yosemite, visit family in San Diego, and generally familiarize myself with the great state of California.



  • Take more pictures. I work in a school with amazing, international students. Unfortunately they are only in the States for a limited time, and I want to do a better job documenting my time with them.



  • Use social networks & media. As with the previously stated resolution, I've been building an unbelievable global network of friends for the past decade, and I want to do a better job maintaining those friendships and connections.



  • Call my mom & both my grandmothers more often.



  • Remain positive. No matter what, and don't let the bastards drag me down.





Please wish me luck in this year!


Monday, January 26, 2009

This Time Tomorrow



I received some unsettling news from my family earlier today that prompted me to buy a plane ticket home to Gainesville, GA for tomorrow.

As always, in times of sadness & distress, I seek solace in music. This ditty by the Kinks happened to come on my iPod while I walked home in the cold dark.



This time tomorrow where will we be 

On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea



This time tomorrow what will we know
Well we still be here watching an in-flight movie show



I'll leave the sun behind me and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
Seven miles below ma I can see the world and it ain't so big at all



This time tomorrow what will we see
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I don't where I'm going, I don't want to see

I feel the world below me looking up at me


Leave the sun behind me, and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
And I'm in perpetual motion and the world below doesn't matter much to me



This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across any empty sea



This time tomorrow, this time tomorrow



Sometimes music gets it just right.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Aruba


I don't know how to write about my recent family trip to Aruba. People might think I'm making it all up. My mother, stepfather, brother and I went to a destination wedding for two people I'd never met.

Should I write about the day we were leaving, and my brother was driving down from Asheville? He went to pick up his car from the downtown lot where he'd left it the night before and found his back window broken out and Sirius radio stolen. Then, he went to get gas and drove off with his wallet on the roof of his car. Luckily, he had his passport, so we all made the flight to Aruba, but Delta lost his luggage. The most unbelievable part of this is it all happened my brother's birthday!

On the other hand, maybe I should write about our second night in Aruba when my brother, mother, and I sat around a lounge bar by the beach drinking frozen bugaloes and mango martinis while having an intense family disagreement until 3 o'clock in the morning. The third time the security guard came by to ask us to be quiet, he had to remind us we were on vacation in Aruba and should relax.

Perhaps folks would rather read about the father of the bride hosting a yoga class on the beach early one morning. He was so hung over he could barely think of any standing poses for people to do and kept falling over in the sand while attempting the tree pose. Later, he went parasailing and vomited on himself while his wife refused to reel him in because she said, "He'd want to get his money's worth out of the ride."

I know… I can write about the wedding itself. The beautiful setting by the water as the sun went down, the flowers, the music, the girl in a thong that walked by the bride and groom while they were exchanging their vows, and the absent minded preacher who continuously lost his place in the prayer book and completely forgot to give the newlyweds their rings!

Possibly, it might be best to write about the reception party by the hotel pool. While the father of the bride danced nonstop to the cover band and somehow managed to sweat what looked like a smiley face into his dark grey T-shirt, my brother was taking bets on who would be the first to jump in the swimming pool. After asking the maid of honor to jump in with him, "You be Thelma; I'll be Louise," I took off and dove in. My brother picked up the maid of honor and carried her in; the groom and his best man were right behind, and eventually the all other groomsmen and bridesmaids followed.

In the end, I guess it doesn't matter what I write about, at least there was a happy ending.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Freedom Fest


July 4th 2007 consisted of sunning myself by cousin's heated swimming pool, drinking beer, eating hotdogs & peach cobbler with ice cream, talking on my new iPhone, checking email, sending text messages, and surfing the internet; all without leaving my reclining beach chair.

I love decadent freedom.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Habitat House


Family is frustrating, no doubt about it. But this isn't about that. This is about the foundation family lays and what can be built from it.

This past Saturday all members of my family volunteered with Habitat for Humanity to help construct a house for the Watson family. The money for the house was raised by Grace Episcopal Church in memory of my late Uncle Ned.

Please check out some of the pictures here: Habitat House Gallery

My cousin Harris instigated this project during Christmas '05 with a letter to all family members explaining that Grace Church and Habitat of Hall County would raise the money and get the house started, but at some point during the building process he wanted our entire family to come get our hands dirty.

Since Christmas, it took a few months to get the logistics worked out, but they broke ground the end of June, and this past Saturday morning at roughly 9am every family member & a couple close friends came straggling in for work detail: Puttin' up the roof.

The start was slow and unknowing. If anyone had asked me the day before who would be the first family member to climb on the roof, Harris would not have been the guy. But to my surprise, Harris not only got on the roof, he led the charge!



Before long, my cousins Stuart & Rob, my brother Darrell, and Harris were all up on the roof talkin' the talk and walkin' the walk. Between the four of them, they laid well over half of the ply wood sheets for the back part of the roof (in hundred degree heat no less).

Meanwhile, my father, who has always shied away from manual labor, was measuring plywood, cutting wood with a buzz saw, heaving wood up on the roof, and mixing up concrete with my cousin Meigan.

My Uncle Bill, Aunt Laura, and cousin Liz were busy nailing up the weather proof plastic sheet around the house and cutting out the windows.

My eighty-year-old grandparents even made a showing around lunchtime with homemade sandwiches and sweet tea.

All in all it was a momentous afternoon for our family. I'm sure my Uncle Ned was thoroughly entertained, laughing, and smiling the whole time.

To cap the day off, we drove into the foothills of the Appalachians and my Dad treated a group of us to dinner in Dahlonega at a place called the Oar House. We sat outside on big wooden deck next to the Chestatee River listening to a two-piece jazz band while eating prime rib and pork tenderloin.

As a family bonus, Sunday morning got started with a breakfast batch of grits and a drive to Atlanta. Darrell & I met my cousins Seth & Meigan, and they treated us to the Allman Brothers concert at Lakewood Amphitheater. Summer ain't summer until the Allmans play.

I walked out after the concert feeling physically exhausted with blisters on my fingers from playing too much air-guitar, but my conscience was clear and my heart was full.

It was a workin' man's weekend full of family.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Mass & Maine



I spent the past ten days traveling with my mother and stepfather, Stanley, through New England. It all started because I needed to go Vermont to find a place to live for school, but it became a great excuse to take a family vacation to Boston and up the coast of Maine.

Please check out some photos from the trip here: Mass & Maine Photos

I owe a great deal of thanks to my mom & Stan for their overwhelming generosity and assistance in finding an apartment and a car. As usual, their hospitality went above and beyond anything I could have anticipated. Thank you very much!

We flew into Boston, rented a car, and immediately drove over to Plymouth to eat lunch and check out Plymouth Rock. Afterwards, we drove back into Boston and checked into a hotel located in Cambridge, a couple blocks away from the Charles River and next to MIT's campus.

(If you're interested in reading more about the Pilgrims, check out this article: Puritans to Prohibition)

The first couple days we spent sightseeing around Boston. We went to the JFK Museum, which was politically inspiring, went to the famous Bull & Fitch Pub, which was the inspiration of the '80s TV show Cheers, and we braved a heat wave to do a portion of the Freedom Walk; checking out Paul Revere's house and the Old North Church, where the famous "Two if by Sea" lanterns were hung.



















The next day we walked around Harvard's campus and spent some time in an outdoor cafe at Harvard Square watching a ten year old boy Chinese boy whip a line of adults in speed Chess.

We drove into Vermont listening to Willie Nelson's Whiskey River on the radio and spent an intense few days apartment shopping. There was no time to take any photos of Brattleboro, but I will say, I'm getting very excited about starting school.

SIT is a very small school, the campus consists of only a few old white columned houses renovated into classrooms and offices, located on top of a hill overlooking rolling mountains. There're maybe 300 students. I think it’s gonna be a phenomenal experience that will light a few creative sparks and get the good wheel of fortune turning.

By sheer luck, there was a Subaru dealership located next to our hotel in Brattleboro, so I bought a used Outback wagon. I'm now mobile!

With my mission accomplished in Brattleboro, we headed into Maine to travel up the rocky coast and eat lobsters! Our first stop was the small town of Ogunquit where we went to Perkins Cove to eat stuffed lobster at Barnacle Billy's.
















As we continued up the coast, driving from meal to meal, we made a sightseeing stop just north of Portland around Cape Elizabeth to see the Portland Head Light, the most photographed lighthouse in the world.

Our next meal was on Bailey's Island at place called Cook's Restaurant, which became world famous in '98 when it was featured on a string of Visa commercials. We all ate our first lobster rolls.

For dinner the same night we drove around Rockland to a small community called Camden where we ate boiled lobster at a place called Bay View Lobster. Stan made friends with a guy from Louisiana whose reason for moving to Maine was Shreveport.

Stanley's goal for the whole trip, aside from eating well, was to make it to Bar Harbor. We had an afternoon driving around Acadia National Park, where we saw some breathtaking views of the jagged coastline before checking into a B&B called Lucerne.

Last, but not least, we drove back to Boston, stopping at some outlets malls for my mother to do some shopping, and had our last supper at one of Boston's oldest family run Italian eatery called Jevelis Restaurant. Evidentially, Bill Clinton ate here a few years ago, so they styled one room after the White House and it has presidential paraphernalia everywhere.



















This was the first extended trip I've ever taken where so much emphasis was placed on food, but I must say, it was really, really, good food! My hat's off to Stanley for being a knowledgeable guide, and my belt's one notch looser in anticipation for my next trip with him.

Thank you.

Monday, June 07, 2004

Kady Alexandra Herold... followup

Kady Alexandra Herold joined our family Friday June 4 around 1pm EST. My sources report she's a "load" weighing in at 8lbs 12oz.

My cousin, Mother Meigan, is said to be doing well, while Daddy Seth appears concerned over having too many girls in the house. 3 to 1 can be a tad intimidating.

We wish him the best of luck.

Saturday, June 05, 2004

News Flash...

I just got word my cousin Meigan delivered a baby girl Friday around 1pm EST.

Our family grows by one.

Story developing...