At work, sitting here preparing my Ramen. Yes that’s correct I now have a decent paying job and I’m still on a weekly lunch budget thanks to the woman. I said that with a smile, just in case you were wondering.

Due to a shortage of those neat little plastic microwavable bowls, drew is using a styrofoam bowl, and the problem being, (there’s always a problem isn’t there?) the problem being, ….see, .. the Styrofoam bowl, lacking in largeness, is not up to the task of taking on a whole package of Ramen.

As I see it, the solution is simple: Heat up a small pathetic bowl of water. Break off half of your Ramen block. Stir in half of your 4-star spice pack. Eat.

Repeat.


Keeping on the topic of insult to injury, I finally got all my cd’s back from Jason. I’m looking for my Travis Tritt “Lovin Side cd, cause I’m a lovin kinda guy, and I can’t find it. Its not there. Its not anywhere. Else.

It must have been in Corey and Collin’s cd album when they were in the accident, the one that somebody from the wrecker service stole. I am thinking of several specific expletives when I think of those people. Insult to injury doesn’t begin to describe the feeling.

I’d like to stab that guy in the face with a fountain pen.

I think the following sentiments will only be more intense as the years pass. Collin will certainly never be forgotten, but in a strange way I’m finding that the intense grief, the grief that intermittently comes rushing back over us like a black cloud, is slowly being chipped at; chipped away; diluted more and more by a solemn admiration for the kind of person he was.

Simply, I’m finding that I want people to remember Collin. That he was energetic and contagiously filled to the brim and splashing over with an intensity that was in the least just entertaining to be around when he was in his element. Not many people knew that side of him.

I want people to remember those things. I want people to remember the Collin who drove a 79 Dodge Diplomat up and down the hills in our yard when mom and dad weren’t home.