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| Circles and circles and circles again |
| 07.29.04 (9:24 pm) [edit] |
On the way home from daycare, it was raining. Since I drive a ghetto sled, this means my windows were foggy. I look back to the tot, and I am surprised to find him drawing circles on the window. Every stoplight I hit, I draw some with him.
We got home, and we spent about 20 minutes on the floor, paper and pen in hand, just drawing circles. He kept drawing them, and saying "Circle" over and over again. Yes, they were not the best circles... but they were his circles, damn it.
He is coming out of his shell more and more. He plays with others. He is more chatty now, even with me. He seems to be picking up new words and phrases all the time.
I guess its true what they say. Kids seem to hit a wall, then one day that wall colapses, and a rush of new discoveries and things that they can do just sweeps over you.
He is coming along so fast now. I am so proud.
And yes, those circles are going up on the fridge.
Current Mood: :lol:
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| Lunchtime |
| 07.29.04 (9:39 am) [edit] |
Today's Lunch:
For the tot: Fishsticks, fruit snacks, and juice.
*looks at the Food Pyrimid Nutrition Chart*
That covers the fish group, the stick group, the fruit group, and the juice group.... right?
Oh, yes... lets not forget the ketchup that he dipped his fishsticks and his fruit snacks in. The Ketchup Group is the most important group for all little kids, it seems.
Current Mood: :o
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| Been a long time since I've seen the ocean.... |
| 07.28.04 (9:27 am) [edit] |
Man, I miss the ocean.
I have been to the ocean two or three times in my life, but everytime it has left such an impression. Growing up in the middle of a giant continent, the largest body of water I have ever seen is a lake. Yeah baby!
But when I have gone to the ocean.... man, its just a whole different way of life. Its really hard to explain or put a finger on. It just seems like everything has a different focus. A different pace.
Then there is the sand. Everywhere. The only places around here you can find sand are hardware stores.
And then there is the ocean itself. I think that people who live near it everyday sometimes lose that sence of wonder when they look at it. It just goes on and on and on.
Then there are the mountains. I have been to the mountains a couple of times too. They are so amazing. Its so cool to be at the bottom of one, realitivly speaking, and be all warm and toasty...and look up and see a mountaintop with snow. Or to stand somewhere and every direction you look, there are mountains.
I don't know... I am just rambling. When I finally settle down, I would love to live in a place where I can get to the ocean in an hour or two, and then maybe go the other way, and be in the snowy mountains in an hour or two. Best of both worlds.
But for now, back to the rolling blah that is here....
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| Stupid sexist dumbshit whores |
| 07.26.04 (6:28 pm) [edit] |
There is a blog I like to read because it is written by a lady who is going thru a divorce. I suppose its a misery loves company thing.... or maybe its an honor among thieves thing. Who knows.
Anyway, this rant has nothing to do with the person who wrote the blog. She seems to be a nice person. She is venting, as many divorcing people do, about the kid situation. She is not the issue.
No... what grated my cheese the wrong way today was some dumb fucking piece of cunt lint who made this idiotic comment in the comments section of the blog:
[i]...your the mum so your obviosly got primary custody already, [/i]
First of all, by using the word mum, you tip your hand that you are british. So there's strike one.
Well, ok, maybe not... but still, the term "mum" is fucking annoying.
Anywho, why would such a comment ruffle my feathers? Well, because I am tired of this mother fucking sexist attitude that many fucking people seem to fucking have about fathers. For some odd fucking reason, people think that there is some sort of fucked up natural law out there that says that women are better custodial parents than the men. They think that somehow, someway mom is always greater than dad. There are probably dumbshits like this person out there who would rather give custody of a newborn baby to a doped up, one legged crack whore than a man. Why? Because even tho she will probably sell the baby for a fix in a week, or will forget it in the gutter while getting coked out of her fucking head... because she has fucking TITS and a fucking pussy, somehow she automaticly becomes the person best suited to be the fucking custodial parent!
Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ, wake the fuck up you stupid piece of shit. Pull your fucking sexist head out of your ass and wipe the shit from your eyes. Speaking as a very VERY proud father, who has FULL CUSTODY of his son, I say that men can do the mother fucking job just as well as anybody else. So cram your fucking "obviously if you are female you automaticly have custody" bullshit up your ass.
The sad thing is, I run into this all the time. I take the kid to a new doctor, and when they find out I am divorced, they comment on how nice it is that I take time out of my "visitation days" to bring the kid in for a check up... then they have the gaul to ask me to have his mother call to schedule his next appointment.
Golly gee willikers, Dr. Dipshit! Since I am the one with custody, shouldn't [b]I[/b] be the one making the appointments?
Ironicly, tho, they didn't seem to have any issue with good ol' dad paying the bill.
Oh, and I made the next appointment btw... with another fucking doctors office.
Its just amazing. Divorced dads, with or without custody get no respect. To many people, divorced dads are noting but part ATM, part weekend babysitters.
Well guess what, we are also the kids fucking parents. Custody or not, if we are involved in the kids life, we are just as important as the moms.
But hey, what do I know? I apparently am a fucking freak. An oddity. I am a father with custody of my child. Hell, maybe I don't exist. I mean, what kind of man would take care of his kids? That [b]obviously[/b] doesn't happen.
Obviously, right?
Well, ask the kid sitting in my lap right now. Ask the kid that I am about to give a bath, then tuck into bed tonight, tommorrow night, and every night until he turns 18 about that. Maybe the answer isn't so fucking obvious.
Current Mood: :evil:
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| Survive my cooking and the 80's |
| 07.25.04 (8:16 pm) [edit] |
Well, the tot and I survived. We had to deal with craptastic tacos. Meat and taco sauce only.
I mean, I knew that lettuce went bad. But who knew cheese went bad too?
Live and learn.
You know, I have been thinking about the whole 80's becoming popular again thing, and I wonder why Shirt Tales haven't made a comeback? I remember that Shirt Tales was the shiznit back in the day. It was not as girlie as Care Bears (yah, I dissed the bears, whatcha gonna do about it), but it was full of the 80's cartoon positive message stuff they tried to shovel down kids throats.
Don't get me wrong, tho. Of course its a huge kick to see Care Bears back in stores. I still have several origionals in bags somewhere.
I think the nostalgia stuff is great, but there can be some unfortunate casualties. Like Heman. They came out with a new Heman cartoon with an updated look. They hyped the hell out of it. Then... it flopped. If they would have gone to the broadcast networks with the series, instead of Cartoon Network, it may have gone somewhere.
But then again, the new one was missing the nuttiness of the old one. Who knows....
Anywho, off to bed.
Current Mood: :arrow:
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| Survival? |
| 07.25.04 (11:11 am) [edit] |
I am playing with death again... and when I say playing with death, I mean cooking raw meat.
If I survive, I shall blog again. If not, know that I loved you all.
Be back later today to post my results... or to post my last will and testiment as they pump my stomach.
*edit* if I dont survive, pack up some of the meat and send it to my soon to be ex wife. She always said I never cooked enough for her.... time to prove why! MWHAHAHAHAHA!
Oh, I didn't know beef could catch fire....
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| Hot |
| 07.23.04 (6:58 pm) [edit] |
Damn 90 degree weather. Damn 300% humidity.
I am looking forward to the rain tonight, and the predicted 70 degrees tomorrow.
Lets hope the weatherdudes got it right this time.
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| Oh crap.... its Madden Fever! |
| 07.21.04 (9:30 am) [edit] |
I would like to kick... er, I mean thank Saint 027 for mentioning one of the Madden football games in his blog.
Why? Because it started me on my yearly Madden binge three weeks early!
Every year, I go thru a HUGE Madden binge. Starting in August right when the season starts. I do this right until the World Series starts... then I dig out my High Heat baseball game and kick some baseball ass for a week or two.
Anywho, he mentioned kicking the comps ass pretty good... and now I have to see if I can kick it better. lol!
I play Madden 2002 mainly. Occassionally if I really want to run up the score, I pull out Madden 2000. Unlike 2002, in Madden 2000 you can stop the clock everytime you run out of bounds. I reall miss being able to do that in 2002.
I wonder if 03-05 will let you do that? Hmmm...
Oh well, back to the game! I am up 35-0 right now, with about 3 minutes left in the first quarter.
Current Mood: :wink:
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| easy answers |
| 07.21.04 (9:06 am) [edit] |
The more experience in life I get, the more I realize that there are alot of people who seek out... perhaps even enjoy... easy answers. That is one of the reasons I feel some people turn to organized religion.
A quote from a letter to the editor of one of the newspapers I read online everyday:
[i]God says that a marriage shall be the union of one man and one woman. Anyone who thinks differently is either a fool or brain dead. God hates the act of homosexuality. Romans Chapter 1, verses 18-32. This should not be a debated issue.[/i]
Damn.... just damn. Forget the issue of homosexuality. This could be a discussion about gambling or abortion or hopscotch or women wearing pants. The issues is not important... what strikes me as sad is the mentality. This letter... it has a fucking playground mentality. I can almost see the author of the letter crossing their arms, sticking out their tounge, and then walking away.
I have seen religious kids argue about stuff, and their retort to many things is "Well, cause God said so." Too bad these people never grow up... and even as adults they use the same childish mentality, only they pull out their handy dandy little "answer book" and start quoting bible verses. Unless their brainwashing was really good as a child, then they don't even need to look in the bible to quote stuff out of it.
What a sad existance a person must live when they close off issues for discussion and consideration, solely based on religion. And what makes it even more sad is that somehow many of these people see themselves as being "free." I hear them talking about how their religion makes them free...
Yah, free of having to think for yourself. Alleluah!
Current Mood: :roll:
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| this could be tricky |
| 07.19.04 (7:49 pm) [edit] |
I was thinking about how flucking hard dating is going to be. Yes, I have had one date so far... but I am not sure when the next one is gonna be, or where it will come from. Its gonna be so tricky.
*I don't go to bars, coffeehouses, or trendy clubs.
*I don't hang out downtown or at the mall.
*I live in the buckle of the Bible Belt, full of religious chicks, yet organized religion turns my stomach.
Ahh well, no huge worries. The most important part is to go out and have fun, and be myself.
Or was the most important part the rebound sex?
Oh well, I am sure I will figure it out.
Anywho, its time for some Family Guy.
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| worlds drifting apart by the day |
| 07.17.04 (6:18 pm) [edit] |
I like to follow my soon to be ex-wifes blog. It really shows how much our priorities are different.
Like tonight... Her and Skippy (her boyfriend) are going to a movie. Again. She has seen so many damn movies since she moved in with him I can't keep track anymore. After the movie, they will go out on a dark country road and fuck each others brains out.
Myself? After I finish this entry, I get to change a crap filled diaper and then make my kid some grilled cheese for a snack.
I wouldn't trade custody of the tot for anything. It just annoys me sometimes how the person who cheated on me and ended our marriage has so much freedom, has a relationship, and seems to have no real care in the world. I sometimes feel like I was just a tool she used to get out of her old life... only to cast it aside when something newer and shinier came along.
But on the flip side, she did have the pleasure of teaching the tot the Alphabet Song today.
Current Mood: :oops:
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| South Park and Sacred Cows |
| 07.16.04 (7:53 pm) [edit] |
I am a big South Park fan. I don't watch it as often as I would like, but I really enjoy it. They are edgy. They push the envelope. They say all the politically incorrect shit that needs to be said.
So naturally since I am known to be a defender of South Park (and free speech in general), I am the one that people like to come to when they want to bitch about South Park.
Tonight, I got into an discussion with someone who said that the show goes "too far with all the gay jokes." Apparently, there is some episode I haven't seen yet where all the men go gay to avoid having people from the future take their jobs or something. She said she had seen enough gay bashing, and that something should be done about it.
So I ask the person... who is straight btw, but is overly sensitive about homosexuality for some reason... if they enjoyed the Christmas special where they make fun of Jews. The person told me that was their favorite. Then I asked the person if he remembered the 20 minute fight I got in with a classmate once about that. The person remembered the arguement well.
Basicly, the classmate heard me and the person talking about some stuff on South Park, and started attacking us for watching it. Apparently, the classmat was really pissed off because Cartman makes fun of Kyle for being a Jew alot... and since this classmate was Jewish and had a huge chip on their shoulder... they decided to condem the show and anyone who watched it. Not only that, the person thought the show should be banned because it was anti semetic. Needless to say, I defended the right of South Park to say what they wanted, and pointed out that politically incorrect speech is just as protected under the 1st Amendment as any other speech. It was a good debate.
Anywho, back to the person who tripped about the gay jokes... she laughed about it and said it was funny how I made the Jewdude backtrack eventually, and that the guy got upset over nothing. I told my friend "Well, Judism was his 'sacred cow'. It was the thing that he cared most about." Then I asked her if it was bad for him to get so upset over that issue. She said it was silly. To which I replied along the lines of "Well, we agree that S.P shouldn't be censored just to spare his sacred cow. Why should it be cencored to spare yours?"
She got reallly quiet after that.
Remember kids, the First Amendment applies to everyone, even those people who trash talk your sacred cow.
Current Mood: :P
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| Sometimes you have to call the foul |
| 07.15.04 (11:23 am) [edit] |
Well, I have been working with my son on his basketball skills. He has dunking down fairly well. However, his defence stinks.
His latest defence stratigy: Pull the goal down, then lay next to it and hold the net shut.
He is three... but even that goes to far. I have started calling a TT on him when he does that. A Tickle Technical. I get two free shots at tickling him... AND possession of the ball.
Parenting is all about tough love...
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| Whats up, Doc? |
| 07.14.04 (10:29 am) [edit] |
Taking the tot back to the doc because they want to do a "follow up" to check on his ear infection.
Heh, I guess the doc must have a boat payment due this week.
I remember when I was a little kid. I would go to the doc for stuff like being impailed by a rusty piece of fence, and the doc would give me a tetnus shot and put a bandaid over the fence post that was still sticking out of my body... and say something to my parents along the lines of "If he is about to die, schedule another apointment.... maybe. No pressure."
But these days, if my kid falls down and stubs his toe, the doctor will call and be like "Did I hear your kid have a boo boo? Want me to schedule an apointment? I have 20 antibiotics I can perscribe him... oh, and we better do at least 6 follow up visits to make sure that 3 milimeter scrape healed properly."
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| where did I go wrong? |
| 07.13.04 (10:21 pm) [edit] |
I just discovered that one of my best friends from high school is in the film industry.
The [b]adult[/b] film industry, that is.
Gee, maw, where did I go wrong?
On the bright side, its nice to know that his wang wasn't as big as he always bragged about it being. lol!
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| Am..... Naked.... Wet...... |
| 07.12.04 (10:15 am) [edit] |
If you get the chance, look into Jolly Rancher Gel Snacks. I got some of these for the tot and I tried one. These things are damn good.
Assuming you like Jolly Ranchers, of course.
Moving on...
Ok, you know how when you are adding to your blog, you can see the window to the left that contains the column labled Recent Posts? Well, right now, at the top, there is one that is titled "im all wet".
Now, natrually being a guy, the hopeful part of my Man Brain™ natrually pictures some hot 18 year old girl talking about getting getting out of the shower... and of course, that hopeful part of the Man Brain™ naturally prays for pics too.
Yes, men are pigs. Deal with it.
I was going to rant about those kind of titles. I mean, the majority of the time they lead to some blog where some 40 year old dude talks about how they have been mowing the front lawn all morning, or how they were trying to unclog their toilet and it exploded all over them.
But then I realized that those kind of titles are just shameless attempts by the blog writters at getting cheap traffic thru their blogs.
And there is NOTHING wrong with cheap traffic.
*changes title of this blog entry*
MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Wait, thats not right. I shouldn't post that I am naked and wet unless....
Be right back!
*Strips naked*
*runs and jumps into the shower*
*comes back*
Ok... now I am naked and wet. How do you like that, internet perverts? Would you like to touch my wet naked chest... and the hair that covers it? Wanna see pics of me hot, wet and naked??
Wait... I better stop this now. Knowing my luck, I will get 20 'YES' replys to those questions... all from the wrong gender.
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| They Gay Marriage Debate Firgured Out... Part 1 |
| 07.11.04 (11:19 am) [edit] |
I think I finally figured out the whole gay marriage thing.
But I will just tackle one of the aspects of it today.
See, there are alot of people opposing gay marriage. They say that they need to "protect" marriage by keeping it between a man and a woman.
Well, speaking from experience from being a member of the ONE OUT OF EVERY TWO COUPLES WHO'S MARRIAGES END IN DIVORCE, I find that this explaination makes no sence. You can't protect a muffler that is duct taped to your car from falling off. So why try to "protect" the marriage system?
I took a long long at a picture of Bush standing there with some Libertarian dude, right before he gave a speech supporting a constitutional amendment supporting a gay marriage ban. It finally hit me... this dude is a Dwayne!
Yah, Dwayne is one of those names that most people associate with that friend of theirs that has a mouth thats missing a few teeth and a brain thats missing a few marbles.
Well, in my case, Dwayne was dating the Maid of Honor at my wedding. The maid of honor was a hottie. Anyway, my wife-to-be made a joke with the maid of honor that they should have a lesbian experience before the wedding.
Now... most normal red blooded American men would be down with the notion of two hot chicks getting it on. But not Dwayne. He said, "Ick, no way, don't do that." When pressed about his opinion, he said that two women doing sexual things "was not natural."
Basicly, I think that he was afraid that my soon to be wife... or a woman in general, could do the one thing that he could never do.... and thats get the girl off.
So I figure that gay marriage ban supporters fall into two main catagories: Brainwashed bible thumpers and Dwaynes.
However, I think the majority of them are Dwaynes. They are man enough to understand if their lady leaves them for another guy. But they would not be able to face their friends, or even themselves... if their manhood was threatened by the fact that their woman left them.... for another woman.
I may tackle the sillyness of the bible thumpers... or the sillyness of the pro gay marriage people sometime. But for now, I have a tot to feed.
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| Swing batta batta swing! |
| 07.10.04 (5:13 pm) [edit] |
Well, I am a dirty bastard. Even though I am not officially divorced yet (stupid court issues), I went out on my first date today.
Yep, when ya fall off the horse, pilgrim, you gotta get right back up on it.
Anyway, it was a nervious experience at first. After all, I haven't dated a new person in several years. And while we had exchanged pics, and talked on the phone alot, we hadn't actually met in real life.
Some things I learned from my first date in a LOOONG time...
[b]Be Honest About Your Looks[/b]
Ok, when you send a guy a pic of you when you were 110 pounds, and then say "I have gained a few pounds since then", a few pounds in a guys mind equals less than or equal to 20.... 30 tops. I actually walked past the girls table a time or two looking for her. The pic of her was when she was 110. From a year ago. Today, she was 220.
Yah, big difference.
Now, I am not a picky person about things like that. While I admit that I have weight standards like most people, I think personality is the most important thing. However, when you omit such a drastic difference, that doesn't send out a good vibe about your personality to the guy.... now does it?
[b]Eat all your damn food[/b]
Ladies, here is a secret. It does NOT... I repeat, it does NOT piss men off if you eat food. Especually if we paid for it. Picking at a meal, taking five bites off a huge plate, then saying you are full is fucking bullshit. If you are not that hungry, or you are really that worried about how your eating appears to us, then order a mother fucking salad.
Seriously, men are not shy about eating. Why should you be?
[b]It doesn't pay to be nervious on a date[/b]
Yah, I was nervious. Hell, I haven't dated in god knows how long. But I soon rediscovered the thing that I have learned about most other situations. You just have to relax and be yourself. Thats how you make friends.
[b]When you say you want to do something, then do it. Don't bitch about it making you look silly[/b]
The girl agreed to go frisbee golfing with me after lunch the night before. Frisbee golf is fun. It also gives you a chance to wander around in a public place, chat, screw up and laugh at each other etc etc.
Well, we got one hole in. She complained the whole time about how silly it made her look. She also didn't want to go in front of anybody, because they would be watching.
Jesus H. Christ. If I wanted to date a self conscious, 'I don't want to look silly because people might look at me' girl, I would go pick up chicks at the damn high school.
And guess what ladies... guys like it when you are willing to be silly. We like gals who are laid back, and who can laugh at themselves.
[b]Know when to give up[/b]
This is an important one. You gotta know when to hold em... know when to fold em.... know when to walk away... and know when to run.
I finally gave up on frisbee golf after she admitted to me that she "wasn't into excersize."
Yah, I know. A 180+ pound girl, I should have guessed that one.... But still.....
So we went to another park to walk around. The date ended with a handshake.
Yeah baby. No second date here. We even agreed to it later on the phone that we both felt no spark.
It was odd. It was the first date I ever had where I was neither drawn to the girl, nor was I overly repulsed. She was just.... there. Honestly, by the time we got to the park, she could have wandered off, and I wouldn't have given a damn.
Anywho, I suppose my first date back in the "game" was alright. No passion, but no hatred. I guess thats a good way to sorta warm back up to dating.
Now I just have to look forward to... how many more until I find the right woman? Oye.......
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| Alarm? |
| 07.08.04 (10:39 am) [edit] |
Ok, every semester around finals time, I start having the same general dream. I dream that I sleep through my finals, messing up my grades. I don't know where this dream came from, but I have had them since I was a wee gnome entering college way back in the day.
Well, the final for my last summer class, a linchpin course in my program, was today. So, the dream started again on Monday night. Same on Tuesday night. Last night, I was so damn tense, I couldn't go to sleep. Perhaps it was because I had gotten off work later than usual. Perhaps it was because these summer session classes are so oddly schedules. Who knows. Anyway, I tossed and turned, wandered around... I even pulled out a book I hated that normally knocked me out. Nothing. Finally, around 2ish, I convince myself that I will get up as normal, and I will make the final. After all, I have not missed a final yet.
Yes fair reader, if you have an I.Q above 12, I am sure you see where this is going....
Anyway, I wake up fairly content at 7:52..... For my 7 fucking 30 class.
Apparently, I had slept through the alarm, which was set extra early so I could get up to school and print out some stuff that needed to be turned in.
So, I stumble throught the apartment in a half sleep stupor to put on my "going out" boxers (mama always said to wear clean underwear in case you die in a car accident), a shirt, and shorts. Then I rush in and grab the sleeping tot from his bed, and hurry out to the car.
As we are driving to the school, I apologize to my son for getting him up like this, and using terms that would make a sailor blush (i am NOT a morning person, k), I explained to him my feelings on everything from the jackass who scheduled classes at 7:30 in the morning in the first place, to my ex wife who's non working ass was probably asleep in her boyfriends expensive bed at that moment... and would probably not ever have to get up until noon.
As I am speeding to the school, I am digging for change everywhere I can, so I can feed a meter. Luckily, there was one meter left when I got up to the school. I throw the tot in the stroller and rush to the class. I get to the building and look up... the lights are still on in the classroom, good sign!
Naturally, the classroom is on the top floor, so off I go to the elevator. I wait for it, and finally get to the top floor and my classroom.... which is dark and locked up. GREEAT! So I rush back to the elevator. It doesn't open.... Now, I have been in this building at this time many days now, and I know that there are a bunch of middle aged women who are so fucking lazy they will use the elevator to go up half flights of stairs. I realize... waiting for the elevator will take too much time. So, I pick up the stroller, and proceed down the stairs, yelling about how fat middle aged women are probably fat because they are too god damned lazy to use the stairs.
And yes, from the muffled reaction I got from the elevator, I know they heard me. :twisted:
I sprint down the stairs with 50 pounds of toddler and stroller in my arms. Make it outside, and I see my teacher walking back to her office. I run up to her, and explain my case.
Even though I was really really really late, she let me take my final and turn in my papers, which was good. I am greatful for that. Its nice to know that living your nightmare... isn't so bad after all.
No if you will excuse me, I need a nap.
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| Night moves |
| 07.05.04 (11:35 am) [edit] |
Last night was nice. I needed to get some stuff at Walgreens, so I loaded the tot in the car, and off we went.
However, for the first time in a LONG time, I was able to just... drive. I didn't really have to be anywhere. I could just enjoy the road.
It was also the first time in a long time that the car functioned well. It was almost like the first day I got it. It was smooth and responsive. I was able roll the windows down and just enjoy driving.
The tot really enjoyed the ride as well. He was glued to the window, watching the world pass by.
I am hopeful that I will be able to get a newer, more reliable car sometime soon. That way I can get that feeling more often.
But for now, I need to head outside and once again try to get juice stains out of the back seat. He hasn't spilled anything back there in months. I am still working on stains from our last move, when he got a bit overexcited.
Those red stains do come out. Eventually. They just need lots of scrubbing.... repeatedly... over several months....
Yah, I am not getting shit for this car when I try to get a new one. Perhaps I will just scrap it.
But it was nice to get that old feeling out of it again last night.
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| 07.04.04 (11:08 am) [edit] |
I grabbed my sword this morning and slashed thru a bunch of computer crashing adware crap. Updated Windows to close a bunch of security holes. UPdated my firewall and two spyware programs. I still have a couple of minor bugs on the computer, but all in all, things are better.
Of course, my work is not done. I still have to go thru my ex wife's folders and delete the GIGS.... yes, thats GIGS with a G... of utter usesless crap she saved over the year to year and a half we had this computer. Her record for saving the same file over and over again in different folders stands at 7 right now. But I haven't gotten deep into her folders yet, either.
You know, I kinda find it ironic that I am doing this on "Independence Day"... I am looking around at an apartment that is 20 times cleaner than when she lived here. Now when things need to be cleaned, they are cleaned... and there is nobody to yell or complain about the cleaning bothering them.
Which is funny, considereing all the quiet she enjoyed all day sitting around the house... NOT CLEANING.
I have plenty of food in the kitchen, and I actually had money left over in the food budget last month, instead of scraping by or going into the red. I go to the supermarket once a week, to once every week and a half... not every two or three days, like she used to. See, she had to have a very large variety of stuff to choose from to eat.
And when I say eat, I mean microwave, take four bites of, then leave it sitting by the computer or on the couch until it gets cold and she doesn't want it anymore.
My bills are all lower. I am getting more done. For the first time in years, I am not being held back. Independence has is advantages.
Ironicly, I hope to find an independent minded woman someday, to share this independence with. Go fig. I guess independence only gets you so far....
And independence is horrible in bed. ;)
Current Mood: 8)
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| A 2... no, 3... no... lets make it a 4 day weekend.... |
| 07.02.04 (8:10 pm) [edit] |
Golly gee, I wish that I ran a "profesional" business. That way, I could be closed on Monday, July 5th, so I could "observe" the fourth of july.
Seriously, what a crock of shit.
A bigger crock of shit was the fact that at around 1:30, I noticed alot of businesses putting up signs, saying they had closed early today, and would be back tuesday morning. One even claimed they were doing their "patriotic duty."
Wow, so your patriotic duty is to skip work and drive down to the lake in your overpriced SUV so you can sit in your expensive boat and blow up overpriced, 20 bucks a shot fireworks.
Yah, that gives me that ol' flag waving feeling. *cough*
Current Mood: :idea:
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| 24 hour bugs |
| 07.01.04 (8:19 am) [edit] |
I have noticed...well, perhaps I have forgotten with time.... all the 24 hour bugs that kids get. They will get sick, be puking and laying there miserable. You put them to bed... and they wake up fine.
Thats how I was a lot of times. I would get sick in the afternoon after school, I would be all feverish and puking. Then I would go to bed, and wake up fine the next day.
Of course, if I had a math test that next day, I would milk the illness from the night before to skip school. :wink:
My little tot has gone through a couple of bouts of this 24 hour sickness stuff lately. Last night, I brought him home from daycare. He was asleep when I got there, so I knew something was wrong. I get him home, and he pukes a time or two, and goes right to bed.
At 3:30 he is coughing and puking again, so I get up, check on him, and email my 7:30 class teacher, saying I wont make it in today. After all, his daycare wont take a puking kid. I am brasing for the worst, expecting to call in to my afternoon class and work as well.
Soooooo, we both sleep in until about 9:20, as opposed to the 6:30 that we get up on my school days (only one more week of that shit, tho). I expect a sick, sluggish tot.
But nooooooo. He is bright eyed and bushy tailed.
The miricle of the toddler immune system.
As for dad, it takes me a few more hours to get over those illnesses than it used to. But then again... dad is also much bigger. There are alot of places that those flu bugs and colds can hide.... *eyes his feet suspiciously*
Current Mood: 8)
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