just some random things thread

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Whoa. Hoiw long have you been engaged? How did you ask her? How long were you dating? How do you feel with the date so imminent?

Maybe its just because I'm living with a girl I'm pretty much certain to marry, but to whom I'm not engaged, but I'm really interested. If there's enough content you could start another thread.

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Just under 10 months, over dinner, a little less than 3 years, tired (the details are a killer).

I'm not big on content. [img]/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img] Plus, I'm old, and non-baller, so I won't have some crazy bachelor party trip report.

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I can say, however, that today (rehearsal day) was interesting. Spent yesterday with my boys, playing golf, drinking beers, Sharks game...had a bunch of stuff to do this morning, so I went out to my car (which I hadn't been driving for two days) and discovered that someone had gotten in (I'd left the windows open a crack...presumably for the last time, ever.)

iPod, Ray-Bans, PDA, my f*cking ashtray (full of loose change) and an unactivated credit card (all from the glove compartment) plus two garage door openers - one from the present place, and one from the place I'd just moved out of. Fortunately, we just moved, so didn't have anything of value in the garage.

Bad-timing, thieving, pieces of sh*t : 1
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UPDATE:

We realized we did have something of marginal value in the garage. My wife and I are both avid golfers, so we had a bunch of old clubs that are either not used at all, or are not in the rotation right now.

They were stored in an old Sun Mountain bag, and we only noticed they were gone the day after the wedding. We tabulated everything that was in there, and I sent an addendum to the report to the police department today.

I parked in the back again (with windows tightly sealed) after work tonight, and as we're walking to the apt (the garages are all in a row, detached, and separated from the apartments by about 8 feet of ground cover) my wife says, "How the hell do THOSE not get stolen?!"

I look over behind the apartment, and see a golf bag leaning up against the wall two units down from ours (this is the back side of the apartments). I say, "That's my bag." She laughs, and I say, "No, I'm serious. That's my bag."

We walk over, and all the clubs are accounted for. We talk to the people in that apartment, and ask if they saw anyone walking around behind the units, and they say no, except for a workman, or some such. Bizarre.

Anyway, I attributed it to "The Power of Mom". We were pretty sure it was some random kids, and they just grabbed a bunch of stuff and ran off. Mom sees this stuff in the garage and all hell breaks loose, "What the [censored] are those [censored] golf clubs doing here? Where the [censored] did you get them?!" or whatever. "Take them back right now!" Et voila.

Apparently, The Power of Mom does not extend to iPods.

Sorry this was so long, but this whole thing has been kind of surreal...