jack of all trades

Every year, around my birthday, my parents always ask me what I want for my birthday. I always have the same answer for them. “I dunno.” Nowadays, after saying the same line that I say every year, I go online and I revise my wish list. It’s sits on my website year round, mainly because I’m too lazy to take the link of, but also because my birthday’s close enough to Christmas, that I might as well leave it up there after my birthday for Christmas and by the time that Christmas is over, I just plain forget about it, until the next year rolls around.

Back to my wish list. I’ve also started to keep an Amazon.com wish list. This one’s the largest. Everything that can’t be ordered off of Amazon.com goes onto my website. Otherwise, I have a link to my Amazon wish list off of my site’s wish list. So, I was wandering around on Amazon the other day, adding various things to my wish list, when I really started to take note at the variety of things that I have listed. I tend to ask for things that surround one of my many hobbies. I have a couple books sprinkled in the list that revolve around work, but I love what I do at work, so it follows that those books are on my list. I never really realized how many hobbies that I have. I know that I never seem to have enough time for everything that I enjoy doing, but I always chalked that up to either bad time management, school, or I had something really big that I was planning (like my wedding).

Now, I realize that it’s not just because of this, but also because I just plain have lots of freakin’ hobbies. I wouldn’t say that I’ve mastered any of them. I mean, I’m always learning and I’m always getting better at them, but I wouldn’t say that I stand out and shine at any one of them. I’m what people call a “Jack of all trades, Master of none.” I don’t think it’s a bad thing. It describes me as a person perfectly. I love to dabble and have my hands involved in so much. So, I’m sure you’re wondering what some of these hobbies are that I love to do so much. I don’t even really talk about some of them much. They’re just things that I enjoy for the simple love of doing them. For once, though, I’m going to give a quick run down of some of my favorite hobbies. I’m sure within the next few months, this list will expand, but hey, like I said, that’s me.

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the weekend that was and wasn’t

Sean and I don’t seem capable of having a normal weekend. You know, the weekends where you wake up in the morning, quietly make eggs and bacon to go with your tea and coffee and spend a day calmly doing chores around the house and running errands. Those weekends don’t exist in Sean’s and my book.

The weekend started off innocently enough. Jeff, Amy and Patrick came over to our house Friday to watch Matrix Reloaded. We didn’t get through half the movie before we just gave up and gabbed for the rest of the evening. Amy and Jeff left early. Jeff was tired after a week of work. Patrick left about 11:30 or so. We went to bed, curled up for a good night’s rest. We both needed it.

Sean woke up a bit earlier than I did. The time was around 3am. He woke me up about 3:15am. I didn’t know what was going on. Then, Sean explained why he had woken me up. “My car’s been broken into.” Shit. He calls 911 to report the incident and I go outside to survey the damage. The back driver’s side window had been broken. A screwdriver had neatly popped it out without making a shattering sound. The stereo had been cleanly ripped out of the front console. The trunk had been popped open and the entire subwoofer box was gone. They hadn’t been so nice with that one. The cables had been ripped. We’d have to get new ones of those. Damnit.

The police came and took a report. The thiefs had been scared away when the car alarm went off on a truck down the street while they were trying to break into it. We were the only ones that had anything stolen. We had three policemen respond to the call, all within about 10 minutes of the original call. That was gratifying at least. After the report and looking around the neighborhood for any other broken into cars, the police left. Sean and I tried to tape a garbage bag over the broken window. We finally went back inside and curled back up in bed. The time was about 4am by now.

A good night’s rest was still achievable, but not for us. Both of us tossed and turned for the rest of the night wondering what we could have done differently to have prevented this from happening. The end answer is “Nothing.” It’s hard to realize that, though, right after you’ve had something stolen from you like this. Sean will call the insurance company. The equipment will be replaced, but I’ll never again feel safe with one of our cars outside our house.

The rest of the weekend almost seemed blase in comparison to Friday night. Saturday, we ran errands during the day. I took a nap sometime aroudn 3pm. We went to the Angie Aparo concert and enjoyed spending an evening together with good music. Came home. Crashed. Sunday, Sean went to work. I stayed at home and did stuff around the house. I’m making curtains for the master bedroom. I’ve got my costume to finish for Bill & Cat’s party. Pots need to be replanted. Thank you notes need to be written. Stuff, in general, needs to be done.

We both finally crash around 11:30pm. The weekend is over. Another week starts in a few hours. May it be less eventful than this weekend.

back in the usa

Sean and I are back in the States after our whirlwind tour of southern Ireland and a crazy weekend of being married. The wedding part was fantastic. Thanks to all of those who helped out. Misty, you kept me sane during the weekend. You were great. 🙂 As for the honeymoon portion… Ireland is breathtaking. I was ready to cry when we left Shannon on Monday. But, we will go back. I’ll post more about it in the near future as I get my rolls of film back and get Sean’s pictures cropped and edited.