When your old emails make you laugh

This is an unedited e-mail I sent out to friends on September 10, 2007.  We had all at one time lived in Orlando, but were now doing different things in different cities. I was updating people about my life and must have had a jolly good time writing the message.  I was searching for something in my e-mail archives this morning and came upon it.  I should be getting paid as a humor columnist, but I will settle with making friends chuckle as the Roger Nicole of funny people.

Things have improved on the job situation.  I was able to work three times last week at Ronald McDonald House for a few hours at a time.  I'm scheduled for two overnights this month, including my birthday weekend.  I don't have to go in until 5:00 pm, however.  I enjoy working down there and it's a more relaxed environment than Ligonier.

I've done quite a bit of yard work around the house, my favorite thing being weed-eating and edging.  Now we won't have the Alafaya Woods Housing Association breathing down our necks.  Don't leave your garbage can out for more than 3 days around these people. That won't happen on my watch.  I can't say the same for the roommates.  If I were gone for two weeks, the recyle bin would be overflowing because the buffoons wouldn't take it out on Friday mornings (or Thursday evenings).  Or there'd be 5 or 6 bags of trash stuffed into a can that can hold may be 2 bags out in the garage and it would stink to high heaven.  It hasn't happened yet, but I know the potential is there.

I've become kind of the recycling guru in the house, even being credited with quotes I never uttered.  We have a white board to write messages on (I think I'm the only one who uses it seriously) and a quote was written, attributed to me that said, "I believe all garbage is recyclable, even voided checks."   One roommate had written a check out to me, but asked if he could give me cash instead.  I wrote VOID on the check, ripped it up and promptly placed it in the...recycling bin.  Now you know the rest of the story.

All in all, I'm still Kedric.  Fired up about the high school alma mater, the Jayhawks, not the Chiefs, and even attending an Oviedo football game.  I still make it out to the nature trails.  Last week I found a small nature site near Geneva (Calvin was nowhere to be found) and was going to walk about a mile or so.  Well, I got sidetracked and ended up trekking 2.5 miles through the Florida scrub at high noon.  Have mercy.  A slap of water on the face and a blast of car A/C fixed that.

OK, you may be wondering what I mean when I say I'm still Kedric.  (Even if you weren't I'm going to tell you anyway.)  Back at Bryan a friend told me they were worried that I might be upset about something and I responded, "Don't worry, I'm Kedric."   I'll let you all dwell on that.

Thanks for all the updates.  Time and space may separate us, but technology fills in some of those gaps.