Subtle Coolness

Read more about our Independence Day Weekend at Accio Jacksons!

I got married. My wife and I started a new blog together. The address is http://acciojacksons.blogspot.com/.

The blog is protected, so if you want to read it you will have to email me.

Also, I am doing very well.

Quite suddenly, I went home to visit my parents on the Fourth of July. Jared picked me up from work Monday evening. We gathered a few things at the apartment and uneventfully drove to the greater Waco area.

When I got to my house, my sister Heather and her daughter Eva were there along with my parents and brother Daniel, who had fetched me from Jared’s house. They were popping popcorn. Daniel had left to get me in the middle of watching Mission: Impossible II.

I ate gumbo and watched the rest of Mission: Impossible II. The movie kind of sucks because it was directed by John Woo. John Woo is not a bad director, but I don’t like his style in a Mission: Impossible movie.

On Independence Day the annual parade came down our street. It’s nice to just walk out your front door and have candy thrown at you. After the parade Lorraine and Jack and Ellen came over and we ate waffles, lots and lots of waffles.

And took pictures, lots and lots of pictures.

After a bit of lounging, the manfolk went to the theatre to watch Mission: Impossible III. I liked that movie a lot.

In the evening the missionaries came over for dinner (pizza), then I started watching The Empire Strikes Back. What a wonderful movie! Jared came and picked me up to go back to Austin just before Vader said, “No, I am your father.” What a wonderful movie.

Even though it was a bit rainy Tuesday evening, we got to see some fireworks from the highway.

Yesterday was my mother’s birthday. She turned 29 again.

One of my brothers was flying into town last night, so when my parents came down to pick him up, the four of us went to dinner together.

We had a fun time finding the place, because we didn’t decide where we wanted to go until after we left the airport, and I was giving directions. I am the guy who has lived in this town for several years now. I should know my way around.

That would be true if I owned a car.

Luckily, I had been to this restaurant just last week, so I had a good idea of which way to go. We just needed to find a road that crossed the river.

There were plenty of emergency vehicles around, too, and I’m not sure why.

My twin brother and I ordered the same thing, in unison: fish and chips. I hadn’t seen him since last summer. Mom got the sampler. Dad got the salmon. Our waiter guessed it was my mother’s birthday and brought us free dessert.

After dinner we stopped at my apartment, where I gave my mother some flowers, a card, and a finger-painting I did for her. Then my parents and brother left for home, and I stayed up entirely too late playing a video game.

In honor of “Arrr, Be Ye Knowin’ Eric Jackson, Matey?” Tuesday, I commandeered one (1) t-shirt, one (1) cheap digital camera, and one (1) restroom mirror. This is the result.