Posts Tagged ‘missing’

Reunion blues

July 20, 2005

My 10 year high school reunion is next month, and I’m not happy. It’s not that I don’t want to go, I do; it’s that no real invitations were sent out. “They” decided to just send out e-vites, as far as I can tell, and I just don’t think that was the best way to do it. For starters, even now, not everyone has e-mail. I graduated with 133 people, and let me tell you, there are NOT 133 people listed on that e-vite site. There are also NOT 133 people listed on So, it stands to reason that not everyone is going to hear about the reunion if done solely via e-mail, right?

I think I’m going to try and track people down that don’t seem to be on any list. I’m usually halfway successful when I do this type of thing at work, so I’m crossing my fingers I have the same luck with this.

So, I’ll start with this: Anyone from Olentangy High School Class of 1995, if you would like information about our 10 year reunion, which is on Aug. 13, please e-mail me and I will send you the info! My e-mail address can be found by following the link to my home page at the bottom of this post.

In other news, my car loan is officially paid off! Naturally, I will begin looking for a new one at the end of the summer, and hope to get a new one in early fall. The current car has an assload of recalls and crappy things, so I can’t wait to trade it in towards something else. I’d like to get a convertible, but I’m concerned I’ll get knocked up two years into a loan and not be able to get out of it or have anyone buy it out, and convertibles probably aren’t the safest mode of transportation for infants. NOT THAT ANY ARE PLANNED IN THE NEAR FUTURE, SO DON’T ANYBODY START WITH ME!!!

In still other news, a new Web site started Tuesday with a list of missing adults in Ohio. Our family friend is on there. So, if anyone from OHS happens to be reading this, please pass the link amongst your friends in the old stomping grounds and ask them to keep their eyes and ears open. Thanks.

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July 18, 2005

No, not the weed killer. A brief overview of recent events.

There’s still no word on the family friend that’s missing, aside from two people seeing him peek his head into a bar the Friday after he went missing. So, that makes things even weirder, in my opinion.

Rusty peed in the bedroom early Saturday morning (just before 2 a.m.) just as I was settling in to begin “Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince” (HBP). I was quite pissed. He’s never done that before, and he’d better not do it ever again, or he’ll get the boot!

Went to the family cookout Saturday on about three hours of sleep, but I didn’t get too grouchy, surprisingly enough. It was nice to see everyone, and I even got to watch my parents, Dave, cousins, uncle, and other sundry people play cornhole and listen to lots of people make jokes pertaining to cornhole. We also listened to HBP on the way there and back, so the drive time didn’t take too much away from the finishing of the book.

Which, by the way, I did around 2:30 a.m. Saturday. I must say, I am really not happy with J.K. Rowling at this moment. Dave and I kept saying “I don’t like the way this book has started … I don’t have a good feeling about this …” Not that the book is bad, mind you, just, well, we didn’t like where we thought she was going with it. I kept hoping and hoping that what I thought was going to happen didn’t happen, but it did. I bawled my eyes out toward the end when *NAME WITHHELD* died. (And if I just spoiled things a bit for anyone, I apologize, but where the hell have you been? Don’t you read the papers? Rowling said ages ago that she was going to kill off another main character!)

Then today I got to go to work. Hooray! I also learned today that the little girl next door has started taking after her brother and repeatedly asking “What are you doing?” I can’t figure out though if she’s actually talking to the dog, or if she thinks my name is Rusty, or if she just calls both of us Rusty because she can’t remember my name, because she kept saying “Rusty, what are you doing?” or “What are you doing, Rusty?” She just turned 3 so who knows what’s in her head. But I am so looking forward to having two kids scream at me from their porch! Um, no, not so much.

A truly sucky week

July 11, 2005

A friend of the family, a guy I’ve known for as long as I can remember, has been missing since sometime the night of July 3/morning of July 4. No one’s heard from him, his credit cards haven’t been used, his car hasn’t turned up, nothing. This has been the main topic of conversation for the last several days whenever I talk to my parents, and they’ve been going to his parents’ house the last few days. It’s very strange to even be on the fringe of this kind of situation; I say fringe because although our parents have been friends since long before I was born, we didn’t hang out in school. Anyway, if you happen to be reading this from the Columbus or Powell area, please keep an eye out.

To add to the rottenness of the week, Kim called Sunday morning to tell us that Charles’ brother died in his sleep sometime Saturday night/Sunday morning. I feel really horrible for Charles all around, obviously, but also because his birthday was also Saturday and that’s a really shitty thing to have to think of on his birthday for the rest of his life.

I really hope the rule of three doesn’t apply here.