OK give me one more week of the old “I really didn’t do anything over the weekend” song and dance.  Surely next weekend (our first BBQ competition of the year) will bring some excitement.  This past weekend was probably (hopefully) the absolute low point of my biorhythm curve.  Unless it has just flat-lined at the bottom, which is entirely possible with my luck.

I seriously considered just skipping the update this week, as it’s actually somewhat traumatizing just thinking about it.  But, I’ll skim over the low-lights.  Friday I went oncall, and as such just sat home and watched bad movies on the couch.  I don’t even remember what I watched, other than I did see “Missing In Action” for the first time.  The first time this month anyway;  I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve really seen it.

Saturday I awoke in something of a foul temperament.  Donette homed in on my weakness and chose to just antagonize me all day.  Typical.  To my credit, I did try and turn things around by going out to Mom’s and trying to start my motorcycle.  If I could just get my new battery in and go for a ride, all would be right with the world.  Well, I did get the battery in, but it still wouldn’t start.  I jumped it off the car, and it fired up immediately.  I was pleased as punch until I started home and noticed my gauges were going off and on constantly.  So, I limped in to the shop and left it for them to take care of.  In retrospect, I probably should have filled out some paperwork or something, or maybe let them know who I was and why I was leaving my bike there.  I really wasn’t in the mood for interaction though, so I just left it outside the door with the key in it and stomped off.  (Note to self;  Call motorcycle shop today…)  With my spirits considerably buoyed by this event, I then headed up north to set up some graduation thing with Martin.  (All the food we bbq’d last weekend.)  That was a hoot.

Saturday night, well, my oncall duties took a turn for the worse.  Details would only bore you more than you already are.  I was, however, looking forward to a nice day on Sunday.  My original plan was to smoke some ribs, but my friend John had tickets to the Royals game, and the weather looked perfect for a day at the “K”, so I threw the ribs in the freezer and put on some sunscreen and a Royals shirt.  John showed up at noon to find me hopelessly mired in a conference call at work.  I tried every trick in the book to shirk my responsibility, and believe me I have a lot of them.  Nothing worked though, and John ended up leaving my ticket so I could just head up to the game later.  Well, the call finally wrapped up around 9:00 that night, so I missed the game, the weather, the ribs, the day.  Oh well, better luck next weekend I guess.