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August 20, 2008
State of the Rob 08202008
* Man, I've been so busy lately. Good busy, but busy all the same.
* Friday night I took Katy out for her birthday dinner. We went to the River Market Brewery and then went with friends to Westport to sit on a deck and enjoy the great weather.
* Saturday morning we had breakfast with my parents at Corner Cafe and then Katy and I headed out to Columbia to participate in the party unveiling the poster for Columbia's Festival of the Arts. We finished up there and then had late dinner at Murry's.
* Sunday we had birthday breakfast with Katy's family at a place whose name I forget but they had a giant Chester Gould original Dick Tracy drawing hanging up on the wall that totally ruled. We headed back to town, took a nap, and then watched Summerslam with friends.
* Monday I was so drained by my schedule and the hectic weekend that I stayed home from work and mostly slept.
* Which brings us to the most exciting news of the week:
I've known Brandon Moore since 1985 and we've been best friends since 1989. In the Summer between third and fourth grade Brandon discovered he had tumors in his right arm and along his spine. The doctors told him that if he lived past age twelve he'd be paralyzed. Heady stuff for a nine year old kid to hear, but he took it in stride. I even remember in fourth grade for Show and Tell he walked from desk to desk letting kids feel the tumors in his arm.
So 1992 came, we were in sixth grade, and Brandon was twelve and not dead or paralyzed and in overall good health. Well, except for the time he projectile vomited on the girl sitting across from him in class. But at that age his doctors told him that at age sixteen he'd be either dead or paralyzed.
So at age sixteen Brandon comes to pick me up in his dad's truck and we go to Hobby Lobby to pick up some supplies. Other than the fact that he left it in neutral and the truck coasted down the parking lot here he was, still not dead, still not paralyzed. His doctors told him he'd never have a kid, and would be dead or paralyzed by twenty one.
Let me digress for a moment here and tell you about Nazareth. Every time Brandon calls me and 'Love Hurts' is playing in the background, I know what's up. See, every time he's been dumped by a girl, he gets home, turns on the radio, and without fail that song is playing. Absolute truth.
Flash forward, Brandon's twenty-first birthday has come and gone, still not dead, still not paralyzed, and the doctors have told him "Enjoy life." I got to stand up with him at his wedding to the really great Robin, who brought with her Ashley, the cutest little step-daughter a guy could ever have. I did make sure to have 'Love Hurts' playing on the juke box for the rehearsal dinner, though.
Which brings us to a call I got yesterday morning, with Brandon sounding exasperated and tired and excited and glowing, leaving me a message that Tristan Moore slid on home in the wee hours of Tuesday morning. Sometimes it's really great when doctors are wrong, isn't it?
Welcome to the world, little buddy. Your dad's a goober, but he's fun to have around and I think you'll do just fine.
EDIT: Here's the video of the little guy's entry to Earth:
Posted by Schamberger at August 20, 2008 07:51 AM