Oh yeah...

So the other half of that "more to come" stuff I always say is gonna come....it's the coolest stuff, btw--if anyone finds it, feel free to post it for me.

So after that last blog of wisdom, rainbows and cheerios, I passed out at some point...well, I got up today. Look here, freako, it's not like I just do EVERYTHING in bed and don't get out of it to, you know, take care of my #'s 1 and occasionally 2 and 3 (oh come on, think bout it). But I was tired if living off of the gift box, down to the pistachios, so I knew it was time to drag my ass out of bed/the apartment/the apartment complex, etc. to acquire foodstuffs however meager.

So, I went over to Mom & Dad's house. This is what I always do. Especially when they're out of town, so I can pass out there, in a clean house, with my pick of bedroom, if need be. But there is always one fatal flaw to this plan, which for some reason I ALWAYS overlook: my parents do not keep food at home. This is a genetic trait only I have picked up from them, thankfully--though for a different necessity, I propose. To the naked eye, it would seem as though my parents survive off of condiments. Pickles, olives, salsa--jams, preserves....they're gourmet packrats of to-go and drive-thru hot sauces and ketchup packets, specialty dijon mustards and chow chows. I'm not nearly as refined in my refrigerator decoration: soy sauce, check; mayo, check; two types of olives, check; strange sauces only someone from Malaysia could tolerate opening let alone eating....you get it. Anyway, back to the point: I thought maybe there would be some left-overs from wherever they decided to eat the night before heading out to Crested Butte for this weekend. Alas, nay.

Freezer? Of course! In bulk. Not to worry, not Gramma Humphreys-style bulk. But bulk nonetheless....Who's looking? I'll take a frozen pasta dealy. Hah, dealy. Would have made it, but who wants to go through all that trouble of pulling out a skillet and turning on the gas and WAITING 10 minutes? UGGGH!!! Had I been at home, sure thing. But when at Mom & Dad's when it's about 9:00pm and the dogs aren't in their "room" (the laundry room), that means the dog sitter could arrive at any moment. That means potential catastrophe. When not in the mood to talk to another human being, one must, at ALL COSTS, avoid DOGSITTERLADY. She wants to talk about your parents' house and all material objects inside of it as if you know from whence they were procured and then she wants to pay the most disgustingly faux compliment to you and yours for being so lucky to have such things as if you dont know you are lucky--look lady, I dont live here, these aren't my things, we didn't grow up surrounded by this stuff, don't treat me like I don't know you live on Stanford Avenue (the street we used to live on before my parents moved to the new house--and that was in University Park which is fucktardedly expensive and she wants me to pity her for having to walk dogs and drive over in her massive Mercedes?). She's a sweet heart. Real trooper. Poor thing. WE ALL HAVE IT SO HARD, blahblablasdjsdkhgf.

Long story long, I cut outta there with with some gingerale, the frozen pasta, some mini-cokes in less than half an hour. But played with Kopi & Stan most of the time, I love them babies.

I actually had 3 invitations-to-do something with friends tonight, just not in the mood. But rather than go right back to bed, I figured I'd check out what's been going on around the world for the past 4 days or so. Before I did pass out four days ago, I actually got more than my 40 hrs of work in for the week--mostly researching Rock Island, TX and Columbus County. So I'm thinking my next day trip will be down that way to check things out. 3 well-documented Humphreys relatives (including Ephraim, Grampa's Dad, so, Dad & Rick's Grampa--unless I'm behind a generation, which is likely, because I had been off the genealogy work for some time and focusing more on digitization and historical preservation). And of course, Grampa Humphreys was born there.

Luke--thank you for what you said, that means a lot to me. And Milli Vanilli only makes me hyper because they are rock-steady so good call on not posting a video ;)

I don't know if any of you other Humps' out there are similar in this way, but, Dad and I especially, and sometimes the rest of the Don Humphreys clan (particularly at the wedding, right as we walked into the chapel), can feel G&G around us. Just a wonderful positive feeling that they're smiling down from Heaven, or however you want to describe it. We just looked at eachother, me, Megan and Dad, and it was pretty amazing. I didn't even know that was Grandma's song, but it was a beautiful song.


Chirp, my cream-orange (Peaches-N-Cream Barbie!?!) cat, is wanting to make out again. See?