On The Precipice of Mediocrity, Teetering
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Monday, August 11, 2008 A Cake for the Groom I had several people ask me if John got a groom's cake. He did, however we had it presented to him at the rehearsal dinner, not at the wedding. For those of you who did not get to see it, here it is.   
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Thursday, August 07, 2008 Family and Friends More Pictures to come! I am slowly adding some of my favorites as I get them.... The West Coast Family  Happy couple with Mom and Bob  My  new sisters Blondeberry and ButtercupMy  best friends Tin Pusher and QuinncessThe Holz Family  Father & Son flanked by the Wives  The PV Boys  Good Fish, The Geek, Red, Evil Fish, and The Man in front. 
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Tuesday, August 05, 2008 Wedding Day: August 2, 2008  John made the mistake of allowing me access to his blog...primarily to be able to add pictures, as his family and friends like to see them. So, I am adding the first wedding picture I have received. It is of the bridal party and I LOVE it...oh yeah, John loves it too!! We will add more when we get more. Also, we are going to find a website where everyone will be able to view the pictures and upload their own pictures from the wedding. That way we can have access to everyone's pictures and pick and choose from the best. We will let you know when we figure out what site we want to do this at. Enjoy the first pic...I know I love it!! BTW...this is my first blog post on John's site...Yay for me!! --Night Nurse aka Kristine Holz :-) ...Holz edit, in case people feel like attaching names to faces, from left to right: Captain Awesome (formerly Robin Hood), Old School, Hawk, Lushy, The Geek, Night Nurse, Quinncess, Tin Pusher, Blondeberry, Buttercup (formerly Sis) posted by Night Nurse | 7:52 PM | Rant & Rave, Bitches! (3) Friday, March 28, 2008 Ragnarok The day has arrived...  Yep, that's our new boxer, Loki, the Norse Goddess of Mischief, in puppy form. We brought her home last night, and Night Nurse and I are just loving it. We spent about 5 hours with her, just playing and giving her the lay of the house, before Kris had to go off to work. So that left Loki and I alone for the night. As you can probably expect, my first thing was to immerse the puppy in two hours of Keith Olbermann. My child will be a lefty! Anyway, the night went really well, Loki had no problem being crated for the night, and only had to wake up twice to take her out for a bathroom break. I will say, it was hard as hell not to have her in bed with me, but I know where that leads to (yes, I'm talking about you, Chloe...) I'm sure we'll get plenty of pics up in the coming days, so I apologize in advance for the avalanche of schmaltz... she is half Frost-Giant, y'know... posted by Holz | 1:52 PM | Rant & Rave, Bitches! (6) Friday, March 07, 2008 Puppy Love It's official... well almost. In less than a month, Night Nurse and I will be the proud parents of our little boxer puppy, tentatively called Loki. Here she is as we picked her out last night:  We still have to let the puppy get socialized a bit, and receive her shots, but the next month will entail puppy-proofing the house, hitting up PetCo for supplies, and basically preparing for our life to become about the dog.Oh, and the coolest thing? The puppy is actually a sister to The Outlaws' precious, Chloe! Whole big thing, but turns out we got incredible lucky, as Kris stopped by the place she and her parents had gotten Chloe from in 2004, to see if they happened to be breeding again anytime soon, and as luck would have it (I mean really strange luck), they had just bred the mother for only the second time since Chloe was born... it's kismet! posted by Holz | 10:31 AM | Rant & Rave, Bitches! (6) Monday, January 14, 2008 Not Dead. Just busy. Stay tuned for a quick recap on just what fun I had around X-Mas, a 2007 Year In Review (yes, this is the year I saw a UFO), my usual boring ass Movie list (in which I'm gonna struggle to come up with a top 10... as I may have only seen a dozen or so), why I'm supporting Obama and not Edwards anymore, and maybe my thoughts on the writer's strike. Until then, enjoy a picture of Kristen "Veronica Mars" Bell dressed up like Slave Leia from the new movie Fanboys coming out this year.  Labels: pics, random thought posted by Holz | 4:48 PM | Rant & Rave, Bitches! (8)Monday, September 10, 2007 Holz: Powerhouse Hitter/Hittee So, as I mentioned in my big entry a few days ago, my work-league softball lost the championship game, as has become almost custom over the past few years. However, the following week my city-league softball team started off with a bang. To begin with, lemme set the tone on just how the city league differs from my work league. First, instead of having a minimum 3 women players on a team, the city league switches out male and female batters every other line-up position. Second, if a male batter is walked - no matter the count, he automatically gets 2 bases (with two outs, the next female is allowed to walk immediately). Third, this league does not use flight restricted balls. That third one is the key to my performance on Thursday. As I arrived, I was asked immediately if I up for lead-off position. Apparently no one wanted to go first, but I was game, so - to excuse the pun - I stepped up to the plate. I can't remember if I took a pitch or not, probably did, but my first swing, the ball sailed out into centerfield, over the outfielder's head and kept going. It eventually bumped up against a soccer goal far out there, but by then I was rounding third for an opening home run to start the game. Not bad. Cut to my next at bat, and I swing at the first pitch sent to me. Ball launches straight down the left field line, over the outfielder's head, even though they were giving me respect after my first at bat. Ball keeps rolling into the trees, and I'm approaching home for my second home run in a row. Too say I was surprised is the understatement of the year. The rest of my batting that game wasn't bad. I hit another deep ball that was caught my next at bat, but it scored a run, so I get the sacrifice anyway. My final at bat I was able to get the ball on the ground for a RBI base hit. Overall great hitting day for me, and something that really mae me feel good after a less than stellar previous season. Here's hoping I caught it up. Fielding-wise, I didn't do too bad either. The strike zone is a bit small in this league, as I don't have the extra two inches on both sides of the plate to target, so I have to send it fairly straight down the lane. Still only walked 2 batters, struck out 2 more, and we ended up routing them 21-7 in 6 innings. Pretty good start for a team I was a bit worried about joining. Only real annoyance of the game was I got hurt in the fourth inning from a throw-in by my outfielder, who was trying to make a play at home. The throw was low and fast, and I knew it wasn't gonna be fielded, so I tried cutting it off. Problem was, it took a bad hope, and nailed me hard in the shin. It was paining me quick, but I got ice on it immediately, and currently it's really just tender, no bumps or anything. All weekend though I hobbled around, not because of my hurt shin, but because I pulled a calf muscle while hobbling around during the game. Yeah, that sucked, but at least it's almost 100%. Finally, two updates from last week. Dieting-wise, looks like I've hit my first plateau, as I only lost a pound over the week, but that's probably because Kris and I really cheated for the first time, heading out to a nice restaurant with friends on Saturday night, then we headed out to the Wedding Expo on Sunday, which had alot of booths giving out samples of wedding cakes and sweets. We didn't overindulge, but we did have enough to easily break the 2,000 calorie days we'd been avoiding. Still, back on the horse against this week, and I'm shooting for 221 by next Monday.  Second update is on my hair. Yes, I cut it, a little bit shorter than I'm used to, but thankfully my hair grows pretty fast. Haven't shaved yet, and Kris and I both agree I work a goatee pretty well, but I imagine I'll even be slicing that off in the next couple days, give my face some breathing time before engagement pictures. posted by Holz | 12:17 PM | Rant & Rave, Bitches! (3) Monday, May 14, 2007 My Proposal Is Worth 254 Points As many of you probably know by now, on Friday night, around 8:30pm, I proposed to my girly-girl Night Nurse, and before I was able to get the ring outta my pocket, I got the response, "Of course, I'll marry you. I would love to be your wife". So yeah... that was awesome. In my opinion, the whole experience was just perfect. On Thursday, I left work a bit early to head up north to the jeweler to pick up the ring I had been putting together for over a month. Originally, I thought the hardest thing was going to be getting the band, and the diamond would be really easy, just find a good one at a good price, and plop it in there. Surprise, surprise, the band turned out to be really easy. After weeks of looking at stores around the country - one of the benefits of my business travel - I eventually wounded up back at square one, the first store I went to months ago with Kristine on our lone excursion for ring shopping. The diamond on the other hand was an event, having to order in various ranges of color, carat, and clarity (the cut was a given), and spending hours deciding between them. My timing at the jeweler couldn't have been better, as I walked in I could actually hear it getting the finishing touches in the back room  .After leaving, and chatting with my mom on the phone about the good news, my next stop was at Kris's parents house for the good ol' permission request. Now, for the weeks leading up to it, and even the drive there, I was a rock, but as soon as I got outta the car, with each step I started getting the butterflies in my stomach. So I knock on the door, and Chloe bounds out of the house and jumps all over me. Amazingly, this sorta calmed me a little bit. So, Phil invites me in, and I see Nancy on the couch. This is pretty much how the next 15 seconds goes: N: "Hi there John, Kris isn't with you?" J: "Nope, she's at home waiting for me, I'm just stopping by on my way home from work." N: "Oh well isn't that sweet. Can we get you anything to drink?" P: "Anything to eat?" I'm now halfway up a three-step set of stairs, and my right leg is starting to quake, quite visibly. J: "No, no, no thanks. I'm, uh... I'm actually here in a... a kind of old-fashioned... capacity."  Realization dawns on Nancy immediately, and she begins giving a few joyous "oh's" to Phil, and I turn to him, nodding my head.J: "Yes, I'm... whew, I'm going to ask Kristine to marry me, and I'm here for your permission." They couldn't have been kinder in their words to me, and they voraciously gave their approval, asking as if there were any doubt. They are just great people, and have so completely welcomed me into their family, I wasn't that worried, but as I said then, "I'm only going to do this once." Apparently that went over well :-) So, cut to the next night. I'd been carrying the ring around in my pocket all day... it was pretty hard to let just lie around. Since Kris had to work later that night at 11, we had a couple hours to hang out together. We first went out to Olive Garden, which is a favorite of her and I's (roll your eyes all you want). We had discussed over instant messenger earlier in the day if we wanted to do anything special. My one-word answer "Yeah." seemed to pique her interest, more in the vein that she thought I really wanted to get outta the house. Instead I just told her I wanted to get dinner, then stay in and play some Scrabble. We get back around 7:30, and we get comfortable. I try to run the the bathroom quick, but I'm scared she'll get to the Scrabble board before I get out, so I hustle out. Wouldn't you know it though, she's turned on the TV and has started the DVR'ed episode of Scrubs for us to watch. I think to myself: "Huh. So that's how that feels."  So we sit down and enjoy an episode of Scrubs, that no joke, was all about how Elliot was feeling confused on her new engagement. Honestly, could I have timed this any more awkwardly? Of course, it is sweeps time, and nearly every television show on the air now has an engagement/wedding subplot somewhere in it. As the episode is wrapping up, Kris is expecting us to start up the latest episode of Grey's Anatomy (wedding episode next week), but the timing afterwards just won't work, b/c it's nearing 8:30 and she needs to head off to work in 2 hours. So I ask her if we can just play Scrabble instead, and watch Grey's later. She says sure, but her "weirdness-alarm" is going off, because come on, how often do I turn don watching TV, right? I get the board out, but then, another snag comes up, as she chooses then to call her mom and discuss the grocery list we need to pick up for Sunday's Mother's Day get-together. There I've put the the box on the table, and I've had it set up in such a way that a dot I put on the box is up top, making sure the message on the board is showing properly. After about 3 minutes of her on the phone, and me pacing back and forth (it was at this point I was getting antsy), she said goodbye to her mom, and I'd set up the ring-box in my pocket. I wasn't nervous per-se, but I was beginning to worry this wasn't going to go nearly as well timed and with the surprise I hope. I'm approaching Kris, and she looks at me funny. "What's wrong with you, you're acting very weird." She reaches for the box, still looking at me, and I'm now thinking it's gonna work perfectly. She'll open the box, turn, and see it. But, of course, not that easily. For some reason even she can't tell you why, Kristine takes the box and turns it 90 degrees and begins to take the lid off. I don't think I slapped my hand down on the box hard, but I did stop it, and pleaded "Wait!" "What is wrong with you? Something's up, why are you acting so strange?" By now, I've resigned the fact that it won't be as smooth as I'd hoped, but I'll go all-in with gusto. I stutter something along the lines "Okay, yeah, there is something up, but it's not strange." With Kristine sitting down with her legs under the coffee table I get down on my knees, and pull the top off myself. She looks at me, turns to the board, and as I beginning reaching for the ring-box in my pocket, she looks back at me and gives me my favorite smile ever, with the sweetest response, "Of course, I'll marry you. I would love to be your wife." She wraps her arms around me, and we kiss of course. Then I pull back, "Well can I give you the ring now?"  The ring goes over amazingly well, and the one thing I was dreading - that she would hate the ring and ask for a new one - turned out to be for naught. I slid the ring on (in pictures, you'll see she has the wedding band on as well, mostly to show off), and we officially became engaged. And for those wondering what the Scrabble board read, you can see it in the picture.Afterwards, her mom called, and Kris broke the good news (her parents knew I was going to do it sometime before Sunday, but not when... mostly because I didn't know how I was going to set up the Scrabble board without her knowing. We sent out a bunch of text messages, and got immediate texts... thanks all! Before she went off to work, we back over to her parents for pictures and celebrations, and Chloe moping because she wasn't the center of attention for once. We were both sad she had to run off to work, but like Kris said, it wasn't too bad because she had something to stare at 100 times during the night The rest of weekend was a blast. We got to spend more time with her family, with her brother coming for the weekend. It's was nice to be able to give such a nice Mother's Day gift to both of our mothers. *side note: with her Y-E-S going down the right column on the Triple Word Score, proposal gets bumped up to 272. ...eta: in case you didn't know, clicking on the pics enlarges them posted by Holz | 11:32 AM | Rant & Rave, Bitches! (5) |
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"Let a man get away with fuckin' you once, you stay bent over so's he can fuck you again whenever he damn well pleases. An' if one man can do it? Another will too. An' another, an' another still. So's being fucked, that's yer life. 'Til who you were, you ain't. 'Cause all you are is an asshole." 100 Bullets #42 | |||||
