I think I'm hitting around .400. I get about 4 diary entries in a week. Actually it's probably worse than that but I'm not going to try to figure the shit out. I really wanted to do an entry on Friday, but got tied up playing around with something else and the next thing I knew it was time to go and I didn't want to hang around to try to spit one out quickly. The one thing that takes me so damn long when doing a diary entry isn't the entry itself, it's the damn quote at the top. I want to find one that really fits the entry...in some way. Oh well.

I've been AWOL since Friday and figured that I'd better have a pretty good entry to make up for my absence...well, sorry, this ain't it. Actually, the wife and I had a great weekend. The best weekend we've had for months and months, but I'm not going to go into that now. I'll do another entry later on this afternoon/evening and cover all that good stuff. Trust me, it will be a long one so you'll want to make sure your in for the night and ready to read a while. But that leaves the question of what to write about now? Who knows.

I have gotten a few good comments on my little 'childrens' story that I wrote in my last entry so if you haven't read it yet, go check it out. Then, let me know what you think. I appreciate all input whether good or bad.

I finally got in touch with my flight instructor. He found the note I left on his plane last week and called while the wife and I were in Orlando. He called again yesterday and I spoke to him for quite a while. Turns out that the message on his answering machine was changed because he had an off-airport landing and I guess was just laying low for a bit. He's not in trouble with the FAA, yet, and things look ok, so we're going to be going back up soon and, hopefully, I'll be getting my ticket sometime in the next few weeks. Woo-fuckin'-hoo!!!!

Even though I'm waiting for later to delve into the happenings last weekend, I will tell you that we've had three new additions to our family. Yes, we have three new ratties. We got two totally adorable little babies from the woman who hosted the get-together, both females, and then took one that the girl who rode up with us had. She ended up with it and couldn't keep it and no one else was adopting the poor guy so we decided to take him. He's great and gets along good with our other two male rats. Rats are just so great.

Have you ever done anything that was good, but were hesitant to do it, so that afterwards you felt shitty? I did Sunday night. We got back from Orlando and picking up the kids put us home about 12:15. Well, I was hungry but the only place to really get anything past midnight was Taco Bell so I headed over and got in line. I only had $7 and was figuring out what and how much I could get. While sitting in line, I notice in my rear-view mirror that a guy is riding across the parking lot on a bike and has pulled up behind me. He's in line for the drive through. As the car that was ordering moves up and the one behind it takes its place by the mic, the guy on the bike walks past my car and to the truck in front of me, who is next in line to order. He stands there for a few seconds talking to the guy inside then turns and heads back my way. I had my window up with the A/C on and was kind of zoning out after 3-4 hours on the road and didn't notice him stopped by my car until he waved. I roll down the window and he looks at me kind of sideways and asks if I can spare 40 cents. All he wants is a taco. Well, all I had were singles so I peel off a dollar and hand it to him. I say, this is all I've got, man. He takes the dollar gingerly and then says, "Thanks, man, you have a heart of gold." That was a good thing to do right?

Then why did I feel like shit? I'll tell you why. Because I really did see him coming to my car, I just didn't want to admit that he was coming to me next. I sat there quietly hoping he'd walk by, but nope, he stopped. Yes, I did give him some money, more than he really asked for to be honest, but still. I was reluctant to do it. I felt shitty because of myself, not him. I've always given money to people who need it, if I have it to give. When I was in high school, I was in the NHS and we took a week long trip to New York. When we got back, one of the girls who went was on the yearbook staff and wrote a piece on it and gave out psuedo-awards. I was given the award for "giving the most money to bums and beggars". I was proud of that! I guess I was just being greedy. I was hungry, but since I had to give this guy a dollar, that's one less taco supreme I get. The irony is, when I got home, I couldn't even finish what I did have money for. Some piece of shit I am sometimes.

Oh well, I was hoping to keep this a fairly short entry just to let all of my readers (yes, all four of you) know that I'm not dead or haven't disappeared off the face of the earth. So, have a good day, and then come back here later tonight and I'll tell you all the story of my weekend and the fun the wife and I had at Ratfest 2000.

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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