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Posted: June 22 2007,9:56 am |
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It's been a while since I've posted anything of viable substance, so I thought today would be a good day to start.
A little background on us. Devra and I are married with no kids, 2 dogs, 1 cat, a jet boat, and both self-employed. I'm 30, she's 33. I do financial planning, investments, and taxes. She does skin care; waxing, facials, airbrush tanning, etc... We both love what we do for work and keep very busy because of it. Both have lots of family, most on her side in town, mine all live in NorCal. Her parents are divorced mine have been married over 30 years.
My life over the last few months......
March - Wife and I open up a new spa  during the middle of tax season  . No big deal, unless you do taxes to help make a living . We surprisingly got it all done in 3 weeks, I mean all of it. Remodel of the space, client notices sent out, new equipment, furniture, new cards, credit card machine, the whole bit. It's been very well received by her clients. Here is a link to the website. Devra Skin Therapy and Spa
April- So we get through tax season, which ended this year on April 17th. April 19th, off to Atalanta for an investment conference, back to San Diego on the 20th and then a client meeting on Saturday the 21st. The following weekend, off to Havasu for Desert Storm Poker Run with Ziggy, Barry, Ken, etc....
May- Back to the grind the following week, then the next weekend 5/5 my brother and his pregnant wife are in town for her baby shower. Big blowout BBQ, all the old friends over my place, etc....
Weekend of May12th rolls around, finally a weekend off....sort of. I worked in the spa that weekend taking care of little projects - hang this mirror, move that shelf, take out this trash, etc...
The following weekend, 5/19 - Open House at the spa.....after I meet with clients in the morning for 3 hours. The wife says... "You need to be here by 1:00 to help setup; I'm going to be seeing clients until 2:00. But, make sure you are done by 3:00 because I want you to meet some clients."
"But babe, I need to shower when I am done with the setup."
"If you need to, you can shower here...but don't shit in the bathroom, we don't need the whole place smelling like crap."
LMFAO  
The open house was a huge hit, lots of people stopped by. Monday rolls around...."oh shit, it's her birthday on Wednesday." Good thing I made reservation  3 weeks prior at Mr. A's. One of the best restaurants in San Diego...view to die for.
The next day, Thursday, I get a phone call from Devra. We usually talk a few times during the day and I can tell based on how she is talking if she's tired, agitated, happy, whatever. Her tone was not good. I ask what's wrong. One of her friends brothers hung him self in his garage.....while on the phone with his wife. He also has a 5 year old son at home....with luekemia..... I never really have been able to understand suicide, I guess the easy answer is that it's a very selfish thing to do.
Saturday 5/26 we go to my friends house in the late afternoon for a BBQ. Pretty good time, all my friends are there from college.  Having beers, hanging out, telling stories. We're all grown up but nothing has changed. A few of us are married, a few have kids, a few are just still chasing skirt and trying to fill wet holes.
A few hours into the BBQ, wife gets a phone call. Actually my phone rang, however I saw it was her mom's cell on the caller ID so I handed it to her without answering it. She answers and then goes to the far end of the backyard and is on the phone for about 45 minutes. Mom's in the hospital, she had sever chest pain the night before and they are running tests. She's stable, and trying to get some rest, so that's good. We leave the BBQ a short while later. Wake up on Sunday and head straight to the hospital. Mom seems to be doing fine, she's ready to go home. Doctor comes in and says she didn't have a heart attack, but not sure if it was stroke, don't really know what happened but we need to run stress tests. We hang for a couple of hours and then she goes in for her test. She says "Why don't you guys go home, it's going to be some time until i am back from the tests." We decide to leave, she's discharged the next day.
From the hospital, we head straight to Mission Bay for a memorial service for her friend who hung himself. I just hung out and played soccer with the kids. All the adults were trying to be normal, but they weren't fooling too many people. The next day was Memorial Day....finally we just hung at the house and BBQ'd.
June - 5/31 I call my friend and let him know that I have been able to get some lodging in a nice house in Bajamar for the Baja 500. He says cool, let's go down and we can help with McMillin Racing. No problem, we did the 1000 so the 500 should be a piece of cake. Drive down on Friday after work, stop in Puerto Nuevo for Lobster tacos and get to the house by 9:00. Awesome house, three story 5000 square feet, right on the beach with a fairway between the driveway and the water. We drink some beers that night, strategize the game plan for Saturday. Up by 6:00 in the morning on Saturday to the sound of the ocean. Pack the truck and head out. Get back on Sunday morning at 4:30. What happened while chasing the race team in Baja is another thread all together. We decide to head home on Sunday to beat the crowds and surprise the wifes. I walk in the door at 6:30, shower and crawl into bed. By 10:00 she can't take it anymore and decides to wake me up. "We have to go where and do what?" Sunday was errand day; Costco, Ikea, minor work at the spa, mow lawn, etc...
6/8 - finally a weekend off, no plans...sort of. Well not really. Work all week, hop on a plane Friday afternoon and Devra and I head to San Francisco to see family. My mom, dad, brother and his wife, aunt, etc.. live up there. Get in on Friday night, head to my favorite pizza place in town, "Village Host" - man that's some good pizza. Having pizza with brother, sis in law, wife. Brother says, we need to go to moms store tomorrow to help out with some minor painting. We spend 8 hours painting her store and I take a side trip to my aunts rental to do some repair work.
Mom's usually love it when you come home, and they always want you to see everyone. Saturday night, dinner plans with counsins. Sunday morning, breakfast at aunts house. Let me pause right here for a second.... My aunt is a great lady, with a huge heart. She's widowed with no kids and my mom and her a best friends. She treats me and my brother as her own ....while at aunts house, I ask if there are any repairs she needs done. "Not really, maybe you can take the old cable wire off the roof." 3 hours later, a full gutter cleaning, and back yard cleanup by me and bro. Sunday night, we go to dinner for my dad's 60th birthday...good times. Monday we fly home.
Mom calls on Tuesday, "We're going to be in Palm Desert at the condo this weekend, maybe you can stop by and visit. Your dad would love to see you on Father's Day. Also, your brother wants you to bring the gifts from the baby shower, we can take them home since we drove. Also, we might paint the condo, but probably not so don't bring your paint stuff" I think that means bring your paint stuff. Work all week, dinner on Friday night with friends. Up on Saturday morning, pack the truck, throw the dogs in and head out to Palm Desert. Show up on Saturday morning around 9:00, go to the clubhouse for breakfast with dad. Work all day on the condo. Replace about 10 outlets, re route the cable wire. Oh...what this...you want to paint. Go to Home Depot, buy the paint. Paint until 10:00 at night. Wake up on Sunday, do some touch up. Head to breakfast with dad, back to the condo by 8:30. Start to pack up the truck. "where are you going?" "need to meet Devra and her family for fathers day brunch by 12:00" Haul ass to Pala Mesa Resort for brunch. There was 4 generations sitting at a huge round table telling old stories. Grandpa, Dad, Wife and her bro and his kids. The dogs relaxed in the truck under a shady tree while we ate. Drive home, and decide to complete the hardwood floor install I started a few weeks ago (forgot to mention that).
So my next (second) river trip was planned for this weekend. The boat's been in the shop getting the pump rebuilt (a story worthy of another thread). I call them this week on Wednesday and ask if it'll be ready for the weekend. "No problem, the parts are in. We'll call tomorrow with a total and you can pick up on Friday." They call yesterday with the total  and I say ok, it's a boat, these things cost money. They call me 20 minutes later, around 5:00. "We were running out your boat to make sure there were no leaks since we pulled the motor out. We heard a bang and pulled one of the valve covers. Two rocker arms are broken along with a stud in the head." Don't worry about rushing to fix it, I'm not going this weekend afterall, my nieces birthday party is on Sunday. Off to dinner for Grandma's 88th birthday....did I ever tell you the story about Devra's grandmother - that's worthy of another post.
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