Let's start with my day. First, because I wound up taking meds so late last night, I had one hell of a time getting up this morning. I'm beginning to understand the benefits AND the side effects to some of these meds. Funny. One of those bennies and effects is that I actually sleep 8 hours a night. So if I take the meds at 9, go down at 10, getting up at 4:30 is tough. That being said, I was running so groggy and behind until about 6:30AM that I drove off to work in my house slippers. I realized it when I got half way there and actually considered wearing them to the office, but I knew I couldn't explain them in my meeting at 8, so back home I went. THEN I got caught in the traffic I dread so much at the 7:15 minute.
We (Atlanta) actually made the national news again. This time we now hold the dubious distinction of being the SECOND worse City in the country for commuters. The DOT did a comprehensive traffic study, which included examining air quality, number of wrecks, distance to work, etc. Another reason everyone is moving back into the City. Everyone else is sick of traffic, too. You either learn to live with it, or don't. I chose not to. I actually plan my day around traffic. Sad, but we're SECOND to the worst. Only L.A. is worse, barely. Well, keep it up, Atlanta, and I'm sure we can be NUMBER ONE next year!!!
I'm having to rent a car this week for various reasons, but without any public transportation, what option do you have if you have no vehicle and you live in this "International" City? It ain't like New York or London, or DC. For me to get to work, I literally have to take three buses, or one bus, two trains, stop about 35 times and sit with some "interesting" people. Actually, it wouldn't be that bad, except that I only live 6 miles from my fucking job. A cab ride? Well, I'm not sure how much it would cost to get to Tech from here, but I know that it's $40 round trip to Turner Field and I live 2 miles from there. Hell, I've even started walking to the Braves games. What the fuck? I'm usually so pissed that I don't have the option of public transit, it shows clearly on my face and people can usually tell what kind of mood I'm in when I walk through the 'hood.
Baby Bro and Frenchy will be here at fucking MIDNIGHT tomorrow. Good: Gives me more time to clean this shithole, BAD: It's godamn MIDNIGHT. With this medicine, I have no idea what planet I'm on at M-I-D-N-I-G-T! Leave it to them to pick a time to arrive AFTER I get over Vampire Hours. Actually, it's not so bad. I can't wait to drag them over to "Junior Miss", that little house with the "Nature-made skylight". The look on their face will be priceless. Maybe then I'll drag them to Loca Luna with CR just to shake them up a bit. This could be a fun 48 hours. Almost like my Last Meal since I have to really get my shit together Saturday --- and most likely Sunday to see where the hell I am going.
In the meantime, I'm being more productive and feeling much better and stronger than I have in seven months. I'm dining on that crow now, as I recall Doctor Evil saying to me to "be patient", and Daddy saying, "be patient". I just didn't think "patient" could go on for 7 months.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I got some of my artwork back from the framers and I eager to get it up. I also had enough energy today to sand and seal the back stairs before they crumbled to the ground. Of course, the Weatherman said "isolated showers" and when I looked at 3 PM, nada. I finished around 6:30, came in got a shower, and here comes the rain. Actually, it was more like a thunderstorm accompanied by lots of rain. I haven't been out there yet to see if it had sealed before the rain hit, but that wood was so dry, it took the full two gallons. Thank you, gods of construction.
Well, we've had our aforementioned sleepy meds, and I still need to get some more cranberry juice down the gullet. Not only is pure cranberry juice just the fucking tartest crap on the planet, but it is BY far the most expensive. Hell, even pomegranate is cheaper and you need more of them to make the same amount of juice. Go figure I get stuck with the cranberry to suck down. Pomegranates don't do shit for your kidneys.
And to end this day upon a note of relativity and perspective; today was a relatively good day for me because I have a friend who went in for both an endoscopy AND a colonoscopy today.
Hey, my life just ain't so bad sometimes.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Damn, On the Mark Again
Tarot for today and it's only 4:30 in the morning...
"An even-keeled approach to romance can earn you extra points from someone you love. Even if you are engaged in a continuing disagreement, who is right or wrong matters less to you today. What is important, however, is how you can creatively turn a difficult situation into one where everyone is declared a winner. Your attitude is the key factor in making this happen."
Well, my attitude is always in question. Right now, I still feel like I've been kicked in the stomach (figuratively) and I'm not sure if that feeling will turn to malaise or sheer rage. Again, it really does depend on which Twin wants to rear her head at any given moment. Take it or leave it, call it pathology or bi-polar, or MPD, or being a woman, but that's my reality. Are we clear?
It will be another long day since I've been up since about 2:30 running anti-virus software so I don't have to unplug this fucking harddrive for a second time in as many months and carry it in to some techno-swammy, who will charge me over a C note to do something I know he learned in Computer Science 101. It will probably take the little genius about 5 minutes to do what I've been trying to do in 5 days, but one never realizes how critical the Internet is until it is gone. What's worse is when it's "just acting up" because you never know if it will be working or not when you go to log on. If it had just told me that it was "broken" on Tuesday, I wouldn't have wasted all this time between ComCast and trying to de-bug it/virus protect it myself. What a parallel to life sometimes.
Well, it's now going on sunrise, which I happen to enjoy if I'm either on the eastern coast or sitting on the correct side of a mountain. However, sitting on my porch, examining the trash the pigs left out last night and the dog shit in my yard (I don't have a dog), and the cat food that the raccoons scattered all over the porch, and drinking a cup of coffee (don't tell Doc), maybe I'll consider tarot and just take it minute by minute.
"An even-keeled approach to romance can earn you extra points from someone you love. Even if you are engaged in a continuing disagreement, who is right or wrong matters less to you today. What is important, however, is how you can creatively turn a difficult situation into one where everyone is declared a winner. Your attitude is the key factor in making this happen."
Well, my attitude is always in question. Right now, I still feel like I've been kicked in the stomach (figuratively) and I'm not sure if that feeling will turn to malaise or sheer rage. Again, it really does depend on which Twin wants to rear her head at any given moment. Take it or leave it, call it pathology or bi-polar, or MPD, or being a woman, but that's my reality. Are we clear?
It will be another long day since I've been up since about 2:30 running anti-virus software so I don't have to unplug this fucking harddrive for a second time in as many months and carry it in to some techno-swammy, who will charge me over a C note to do something I know he learned in Computer Science 101. It will probably take the little genius about 5 minutes to do what I've been trying to do in 5 days, but one never realizes how critical the Internet is until it is gone. What's worse is when it's "just acting up" because you never know if it will be working or not when you go to log on. If it had just told me that it was "broken" on Tuesday, I wouldn't have wasted all this time between ComCast and trying to de-bug it/virus protect it myself. What a parallel to life sometimes.
Well, it's now going on sunrise, which I happen to enjoy if I'm either on the eastern coast or sitting on the correct side of a mountain. However, sitting on my porch, examining the trash the pigs left out last night and the dog shit in my yard (I don't have a dog), and the cat food that the raccoons scattered all over the porch, and drinking a cup of coffee (don't tell Doc), maybe I'll consider tarot and just take it minute by minute.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
The Pair
How the hell can I be so stupid and blind for so fucking long? Thank God, I've always been a journaling type (thanks to Catholic school typing class) because it helps to have a relief. It also gives me a nice little record of how screeewwwweed I'm getting right now.
This was inevitable, but I thought it would be a little nicer.
It's hard to believe you can live, work, and play with the same person every day and know so little about them? Or maybe I did know and just chose to ignore it. It wouldn't be the first time.
Things are already getting better, though. The office is almost organized, I have a plan for getting through the next week, and then we will just go from there. Sounds like the Prozac talking. No wonder AmberGrace is like the dead on this stuff.
This lack of communication, though, will not fly with me. If you know me, not only do I tell you every-fucking-thing my pea-brain is thinking, but most of the time, it's at a dog-pitch level. I just don't care to have to guess what others are thinking or why they are behaving like they are and thus don't want people to have to "guess" what's on my mind. Trust me, it's usually clearly spoken, but sometimes my thought processes and decision making vary throughout the day, depending on which Twin is out at the time.
So our little makeshift team of cottage builders and I meet Drew at the "house". I liked the comment we made when writing to Baby Bro (aka my investor) - "it has adorable features like the naturally created skylight with the oak branch sticking out of it."
Funny.
CR and I are going to have it out about whether to tear down the back addition and build a deck with another room, or reno the existing. In other words, go through the tortuous permitting process or fix what's there. However, when I described the back of this house to Bro, I told them that 3/4ths of the "floor" was sitting on CMU block and the other corner was being held up with a fucking car jack!!!! I shit you not.
Let's see, knowing me and my aforementioned opinionated communication techniques, who do you think will win this one? Actually, Bro is the one to make the final decision and he knows better than to not back yours truly.
I wanted to go back over there today and get pictures, but it was raining and since the skylight really does have a 12" oak branch sticking through it, I didn't feel like swamping it. Too bad the branch didn't take out the shitty appliances.
But, I got good ju-ju when I walked in the door. Kinda like a little house saying, "I'm really just a cottage with a tiny yard on a 'quiet' corner. OK, that's sappy, but you get my drift. CR wants this horrible two story burn job, but that simply will not happen. Besides, except for the kitchen, the windows are new (cheap, but one hell of a lot more eco-friendly than mine), the floors are heart of pine in good condition, and except for that little hiccup in the kitchen, the ceiling a roof line look solid. NO CR, I'm not hiring a fucking structural engineer to come out and give me an idea of it's integrity, considering we are only talking $60K. I really like the idea of working on a project so close to this house so I can go over there during Vampire Hours, which are actually getting better, and work.
Alas, speaking of work, it's late for this possum and I have a shittttttllllooooaaad to do tomorrow and all I want to do is work on my porch and basement. ARRRGGGG!
This was inevitable, but I thought it would be a little nicer.
It's hard to believe you can live, work, and play with the same person every day and know so little about them? Or maybe I did know and just chose to ignore it. It wouldn't be the first time.
Things are already getting better, though. The office is almost organized, I have a plan for getting through the next week, and then we will just go from there. Sounds like the Prozac talking. No wonder AmberGrace is like the dead on this stuff.
This lack of communication, though, will not fly with me. If you know me, not only do I tell you every-fucking-thing my pea-brain is thinking, but most of the time, it's at a dog-pitch level. I just don't care to have to guess what others are thinking or why they are behaving like they are and thus don't want people to have to "guess" what's on my mind. Trust me, it's usually clearly spoken, but sometimes my thought processes and decision making vary throughout the day, depending on which Twin is out at the time.
So our little makeshift team of cottage builders and I meet Drew at the "house". I liked the comment we made when writing to Baby Bro (aka my investor) - "it has adorable features like the naturally created skylight with the oak branch sticking out of it."
Funny.
CR and I are going to have it out about whether to tear down the back addition and build a deck with another room, or reno the existing. In other words, go through the tortuous permitting process or fix what's there. However, when I described the back of this house to Bro, I told them that 3/4ths of the "floor" was sitting on CMU block and the other corner was being held up with a fucking car jack!!!! I shit you not.
Let's see, knowing me and my aforementioned opinionated communication techniques, who do you think will win this one? Actually, Bro is the one to make the final decision and he knows better than to not back yours truly.
I wanted to go back over there today and get pictures, but it was raining and since the skylight really does have a 12" oak branch sticking through it, I didn't feel like swamping it. Too bad the branch didn't take out the shitty appliances.
But, I got good ju-ju when I walked in the door. Kinda like a little house saying, "I'm really just a cottage with a tiny yard on a 'quiet' corner. OK, that's sappy, but you get my drift. CR wants this horrible two story burn job, but that simply will not happen. Besides, except for the kitchen, the windows are new (cheap, but one hell of a lot more eco-friendly than mine), the floors are heart of pine in good condition, and except for that little hiccup in the kitchen, the ceiling a roof line look solid. NO CR, I'm not hiring a fucking structural engineer to come out and give me an idea of it's integrity, considering we are only talking $60K. I really like the idea of working on a project so close to this house so I can go over there during Vampire Hours, which are actually getting better, and work.
Alas, speaking of work, it's late for this possum and I have a shittttttllllooooaaad to do tomorrow and all I want to do is work on my porch and basement. ARRRGGGG!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Tarot Kicks My Ass Again
"Decisions on the home front may not come easily today, yet your choices probably aren't as critical as they seem. Part of the problem stems from being in the middle of an unsolvable dilemma. Once you accept the notion that immediate resolution is not likely, you are freed from having to take any action at all. Wait and see what happens before you make your next move."
Or it could be that fucking awesome banana bread I call a "thank you" gift to the City of Atlanta. I really do hate the word "bribe" since I really do think it's called "DAMAGE CONTROL". If some people understood that 10 years ago, I wouldn't have a job right now, so I guess G is right... what goes around, comes around.
The boys have left me. Am I happy? Let's define "happy", eh? Happy means to me: kicking back with someone who you think shares the same desires and goals that you do and fucking laughing when things do not go as planned.
When you do this and you wind up crying your eyes out, that is not "happy" in my personal Thesarus. I love being told by my Father that I need to "grow up and quit whining like a child." Yup, damn near the big 4-0 and my DADDY is telling me to grow up. Boy Howdie ----- am I making progress yet or should the sheriff pick me up at Branson's house again? 'Course only a hand full of folks would understand that reference. Thank YOU, God.
I'm so sore and tired, I feel like a Zombie, but alive we are, and thank YOU GOD. why do I always seem to hang out with retards and runts? --- I mean, why do I always hang with people who think they deserve handouts? That's a cop-out because my Daddy was the same way with my brothers and me... I never saw Daddy pull a shotgun on my Bro's dates, though. That is a funny memory, whatchin' Joe Mac run down the drive way while my Daddy was loading his 12 gauge.
Oh and lest we forget the most pleasant family moment when I found second base for the first time on my Daddy's barroom couch. That memory still stays in my mind, meanwhile, I cannot remember if I cooked supper for tonight. But memories of that night with routy's hands up my shirt, was priceless when my Father came in to mix his Gin and Tonic. I'd be amazed if he remembers those days, but after the lecture this afternoon, I'm pretty sure his memory can out score even mine.
Too many meds tonight. I'm really looking forward to the darkness. Once again, I will be alone because I am not a priority.
Simply put.
Or it could be that fucking awesome banana bread I call a "thank you" gift to the City of Atlanta. I really do hate the word "bribe" since I really do think it's called "DAMAGE CONTROL". If some people understood that 10 years ago, I wouldn't have a job right now, so I guess G is right... what goes around, comes around.
The boys have left me. Am I happy? Let's define "happy", eh? Happy means to me: kicking back with someone who you think shares the same desires and goals that you do and fucking laughing when things do not go as planned.
When you do this and you wind up crying your eyes out, that is not "happy" in my personal Thesarus. I love being told by my Father that I need to "grow up and quit whining like a child." Yup, damn near the big 4-0 and my DADDY is telling me to grow up. Boy Howdie ----- am I making progress yet or should the sheriff pick me up at Branson's house again? 'Course only a hand full of folks would understand that reference. Thank YOU, God.
I'm so sore and tired, I feel like a Zombie, but alive we are, and thank YOU GOD. why do I always seem to hang out with retards and runts? --- I mean, why do I always hang with people who think they deserve handouts? That's a cop-out because my Daddy was the same way with my brothers and me... I never saw Daddy pull a shotgun on my Bro's dates, though. That is a funny memory, whatchin' Joe Mac run down the drive way while my Daddy was loading his 12 gauge.
Oh and lest we forget the most pleasant family moment when I found second base for the first time on my Daddy's barroom couch. That memory still stays in my mind, meanwhile, I cannot remember if I cooked supper for tonight. But memories of that night with routy's hands up my shirt, was priceless when my Father came in to mix his Gin and Tonic. I'd be amazed if he remembers those days, but after the lecture this afternoon, I'm pretty sure his memory can out score even mine.
Too many meds tonight. I'm really looking forward to the darkness. Once again, I will be alone because I am not a priority.
Simply put.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Week Two
And Tarot for this morning says, "The Moon is in playful Leo today, reminding us how important it is to make time for relaxation and enjoyment. Lions tend to sleep a lot by catching catnaps throughout the day. Similarly, we can have more fun now by grabbing it whenever and wherever possible, instead of expecting a more formal invitation. Also, today's the first full day with Venus, the planet of love, in discerning Virgo, which sharpens our already critical eyes."
I don't even know why I bother reading this since it always seems so creepily on the mark, but I like the "lion" reference and the "catnap" reference... considerably.
I only had one minor meltdown yesterday and chose to physically work it off for the first time in a while. Happily, most of those around me knew that leaving me be during my "therapy" (I built out my walk-in closet - finally), we'd all be off better.
Here's where I have the advantage, though. I've been up since 4AM (that fucking, naggy cough) and have finished a good portion of the inside/computer crap that I still have to have done by tomorrow. Also, I have a considerable amount of GT work that I want completed so I can hit the bank and the lawyer's again on Monday.
We seem to be making some minor headway with the second house, and watching the roaches crawl out of the projects is enlightening and encouraging. A woman at Home Depot yesterday morning was talking to another one and it went something like this:
Woman 1: You live on Englewood or IN Englewood (there's a slight difference as "IN" Englewood means the AHA Projects).
Woman 2: IN Englewood.
Woman 1: And you gotta move out?
Woman 2: Yeah.
Woman 1: That sucks.
Susan: That's FUCKING AWESOME!
Ok, so I didn't want to get shot so I actually didn't say anything, but I did a very short tap dance out in the parking lot. I'm so fucking sick and tired of apathetic, useless people ---- trust me, I don't give a shit about colour, but L-A-Z-Y really pisses me off.
I had a chat with my Good Neighbour, Miss Ann. We were out in my front yard and I stopped her and asked her something about the 'hood. About that time, her 16-year old grandson came out her front door, head down, tail between his legs and didn't even look at Miss Ann. Then he headed down the street toward the MARTA stop.
I guess he must have screwed the pooch because I asked her where he was going and she gave me this look that said, "Where the FUCK do you THINK??? - THE MARTA BUS STOP", then finished it off with a verbal, "And if he doesn't get into trouble at work, starts learning to respect his elders, and I don't get drunk tonight, I might pick him up at Midnight. Otherwise, he's back on the bus."
That had to be some of the most apropos, poignant, funny TRUE-LIFE comments I've heard in a long time. I sometimes feel kinda sorry for her, but she's actually always given me some pretty good advice about kinder-raising (actually, it's more about kinder-toleration).
The Goobers pressure washed the front porch and it looks amazingly good. Also, the back stairs, but it's actually been raining. Go figure, we've been in a draught for 6 months and the first time I go to spray water on everything, the rain keeps it from drying.
I'm looking forward to prep-ing the front porch, the priming, the paint. All of it. I was actually able to do the closet with donated cedar from a job and dowels/hangers from storage. Total cost $5.35. I still have to finish the ceiling and skim the walls, but that's another rainy day job.
Speaking of which, it is beginning to rain now and the sun is coming out. Someone in this house mentioned wanting to pressure wash the front of the house while we are LEGALLY allowed to water - which ends in 3 mere hours. They were out there yesterday afternoon, in broad daylight, pressure washing the front porch. Not that this is a big deal except we didn't remember that we were violating at least five City Ordinances until it was finished 2 hours later. Here I am trying to get rid of pigs, and all they had to do was call and I would have gotten popped with a either a warning or a nice little fine.
See, it's all this legal/financial shit that's ruining my brain.
Time to go wake sleeping bears and a sleeping bear cub. This should be fun. As I've said, I have a three hour advantage over them and even tarot said the word, "lion", which in my opinion can take out a clan of bears.
Meow.
I don't even know why I bother reading this since it always seems so creepily on the mark, but I like the "lion" reference and the "catnap" reference... considerably.
I only had one minor meltdown yesterday and chose to physically work it off for the first time in a while. Happily, most of those around me knew that leaving me be during my "therapy" (I built out my walk-in closet - finally), we'd all be off better.
Here's where I have the advantage, though. I've been up since 4AM (that fucking, naggy cough) and have finished a good portion of the inside/computer crap that I still have to have done by tomorrow. Also, I have a considerable amount of GT work that I want completed so I can hit the bank and the lawyer's again on Monday.
We seem to be making some minor headway with the second house, and watching the roaches crawl out of the projects is enlightening and encouraging. A woman at Home Depot yesterday morning was talking to another one and it went something like this:
Woman 1: You live on Englewood or IN Englewood (there's a slight difference as "IN" Englewood means the AHA Projects).
Woman 2: IN Englewood.
Woman 1: And you gotta move out?
Woman 2: Yeah.
Woman 1: That sucks.
Susan: That's FUCKING AWESOME!
Ok, so I didn't want to get shot so I actually didn't say anything, but I did a very short tap dance out in the parking lot. I'm so fucking sick and tired of apathetic, useless people ---- trust me, I don't give a shit about colour, but L-A-Z-Y really pisses me off.
I had a chat with my Good Neighbour, Miss Ann. We were out in my front yard and I stopped her and asked her something about the 'hood. About that time, her 16-year old grandson came out her front door, head down, tail between his legs and didn't even look at Miss Ann. Then he headed down the street toward the MARTA stop.
I guess he must have screwed the pooch because I asked her where he was going and she gave me this look that said, "Where the FUCK do you THINK??? - THE MARTA BUS STOP", then finished it off with a verbal, "And if he doesn't get into trouble at work, starts learning to respect his elders, and I don't get drunk tonight, I might pick him up at Midnight. Otherwise, he's back on the bus."
That had to be some of the most apropos, poignant, funny TRUE-LIFE comments I've heard in a long time. I sometimes feel kinda sorry for her, but she's actually always given me some pretty good advice about kinder-raising (actually, it's more about kinder-toleration).
The Goobers pressure washed the front porch and it looks amazingly good. Also, the back stairs, but it's actually been raining. Go figure, we've been in a draught for 6 months and the first time I go to spray water on everything, the rain keeps it from drying.
I'm looking forward to prep-ing the front porch, the priming, the paint. All of it. I was actually able to do the closet with donated cedar from a job and dowels/hangers from storage. Total cost $5.35. I still have to finish the ceiling and skim the walls, but that's another rainy day job.
Speaking of which, it is beginning to rain now and the sun is coming out. Someone in this house mentioned wanting to pressure wash the front of the house while we are LEGALLY allowed to water - which ends in 3 mere hours. They were out there yesterday afternoon, in broad daylight, pressure washing the front porch. Not that this is a big deal except we didn't remember that we were violating at least five City Ordinances until it was finished 2 hours later. Here I am trying to get rid of pigs, and all they had to do was call and I would have gotten popped with a either a warning or a nice little fine.
See, it's all this legal/financial shit that's ruining my brain.
Time to go wake sleeping bears and a sleeping bear cub. This should be fun. As I've said, I have a three hour advantage over them and even tarot said the word, "lion", which in my opinion can take out a clan of bears.
Meow.
Friday, July 13, 2007
WE Made Headlines, Again
I'm so proud to be from Atlanta where we have sex tapes and Canadian wrestlers who off their family members. Oh, and Shirley? - I haven't seen nor heard from her lately and I'm always down at City Hall.
Lawdie, Lawdie...
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/07/13/teen.sex/index.html
And the pigs are out en masse tonight. It just keeps getting better, but that's why they invented pharmacuticals. Nighty-nighty.
Lawdie, Lawdie...
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/07/13/teen.sex/index.html
And the pigs are out en masse tonight. It just keeps getting better, but that's why they invented pharmacuticals. Nighty-nighty.
Tarot's Got My Number Again
"You may wish that you didn't have so many things to do, but your life could settle down a bit after tomorrow's New Moon. Don't wait until you've hit the wall, for if you don't pull back soon, you could crash from sheer exhaustion. Start applying the brakes gently by getting some much-needed rest and relaxation."
Hmmmm, I don't think I needed to read my tarot cards to figure this one out, but it's always nice to have a second opinion.
Meds are not sitting well with me this morning. Stresses, no food on the tummy, and not enough Pedialite to be able to handle nuclear medication, but guess who's fault that is?
Now I have to go to the City and play politics and diplomatic games with total and complete idiots. They simply do not pay me enough to do this because if you knew my temper, you'd know that I ain't no politician.
Hmmmm, I don't think I needed to read my tarot cards to figure this one out, but it's always nice to have a second opinion.
Meds are not sitting well with me this morning. Stresses, no food on the tummy, and not enough Pedialite to be able to handle nuclear medication, but guess who's fault that is?
Now I have to go to the City and play politics and diplomatic games with total and complete idiots. They simply do not pay me enough to do this because if you knew my temper, you'd know that I ain't no politician.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
See Where I Get It?????
From Big Joe:
Dear Ex-Wife:
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw.
Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had gotten a new hair cut, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps.
You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't want sex anymore or anything. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore, whatever the case is, I'm gone.
Your EX-Husband
P.S. Don't try to find me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!
Dear Ex-Husband:
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good man is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. Too bad that doesn't work.
I did notice when you got a hair cut last week, the first thing that came to mind was "You look just like a girl!", but my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say anything nice. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.
I turned away from you when you had those new silk boxers on because the price tag was still on them. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning ... And your silk boxers were $49.99.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone.
Everything happens for a reason I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that with the letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from me. So take care.
Signed
Rich As H_e_l_l and Free!
P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but Carla, my sister, was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem.
Dear Ex-Wife:
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw.
Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had gotten a new hair cut, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps.
You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't want sex anymore or anything. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore, whatever the case is, I'm gone.
Your EX-Husband
P.S. Don't try to find me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!
Dear Ex-Husband:
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good man is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. Too bad that doesn't work.
I did notice when you got a hair cut last week, the first thing that came to mind was "You look just like a girl!", but my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say anything nice. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.
I turned away from you when you had those new silk boxers on because the price tag was still on them. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning ... And your silk boxers were $49.99.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone.
Everything happens for a reason I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that with the letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from me. So take care.
Signed
Rich As H_e_l_l and Free!
P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but Carla, my sister, was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
More Reasons to be Happy
1. Meds are starting not to scare me anymore and I feel better, emotionally, physically, and mentally (ooops, I've always been scared of my mental issues, but that's for another blog).
2. I got more music today: Josh Groban, Evanessence, Christina Aguilara, John Mayer, James Blunt, and Robin Thicke. Christina's CD was meant as a common house gift, but I really like it. Simply put: the bee-atch can sing. So far, I'm lovin' John Mayer's new one. Also, "A Fine Frenzy" has now made it 'big' and I love them. They are actually going to be playing the Tabernacle in August and that would be a great show.
#3. And on the "natural note": The following is a copy of an email sent to a friend today. It shows how much the medicine affects my psyche and that it's working. As a matter of fact, it's past my bedtime now and it's almost 8 at night. I can't wait until the sun will drop before I do.
Nighty-night
Background: My friend had small raccoons showing up at her house and I sent this to her. By the way, the raccoons were relocated by Animal Control, not ME!
I happen to think the glass "half full" when I think of critters and their parents being killed (my Bambi complex, probably). Anyway, I have to disagree with the wildlife guy because #1 I did actually pay attention when I went to zoology school, #2 I read about critters all the time, and #3 I watch them nightly on my porch. I agree that they are probably 3-4 months old based on what Daddy said about their size. However, that is about the age that Momma tries to leave them alone for longer and longer periods of time. And raccoons and opposums are ALWAYS hungry. They will eat until the food is gone - Gluttony at it's finest.
Feral cats do the same thing. They wait until their kittens are about 2 months old then take them out and show them how to hunt, how to climb, how to do "cat" things to keep them alive. If there are ones that cannot keep up (usually the runts), then Mother Cat will leave them behind and it will usually die, which is why I only adopt retards and runts. That would be my bleeding heart speaking and after watching "Wild Kingdom" during my formidable years and crying my eyes out when an animal was eaten by another, Daddy explained the concept of "circle of life". I don't like the concept, but I accept it (I have no other choice) and God wouldn't set it up like that if there was not a reason He had. I personally think He prefers to have the ones that need His "hand's on" protection and that's why He takes the most vunerable first, which explains the other concept of "survival of the fittest". Just my jaded opinion, though.
Speaking of gluttons, David did very well on his endoscopy today. He's still a little groggy, but the anesthesia they gave him was state-of-the-art and considering he's taken me to my mouth surgery and saw what I looked like (and acted like) for DAYS afterwards, he was really afraid of not just the procedure, but how he would feel afterward. So since he came out of it with no memory, a horrendous thirst, and a slight appetite (both water and food were cut off at midnight), he's doing much better than me. I think I even smell "Hamburger Helper" being re-heated (see the food I'm allowing in the house for Zachary's sake?).
2. I got more music today: Josh Groban, Evanessence, Christina Aguilara, John Mayer, James Blunt, and Robin Thicke. Christina's CD was meant as a common house gift, but I really like it. Simply put: the bee-atch can sing. So far, I'm lovin' John Mayer's new one. Also, "A Fine Frenzy" has now made it 'big' and I love them. They are actually going to be playing the Tabernacle in August and that would be a great show.
#3. And on the "natural note": The following is a copy of an email sent to a friend today. It shows how much the medicine affects my psyche and that it's working. As a matter of fact, it's past my bedtime now and it's almost 8 at night. I can't wait until the sun will drop before I do.
Nighty-night
Background: My friend had small raccoons showing up at her house and I sent this to her. By the way, the raccoons were relocated by Animal Control, not ME!
I happen to think the glass "half full" when I think of critters and their parents being killed (my Bambi complex, probably). Anyway, I have to disagree with the wildlife guy because #1 I did actually pay attention when I went to zoology school, #2 I read about critters all the time, and #3 I watch them nightly on my porch. I agree that they are probably 3-4 months old based on what Daddy said about their size. However, that is about the age that Momma tries to leave them alone for longer and longer periods of time. And raccoons and opposums are ALWAYS hungry. They will eat until the food is gone - Gluttony at it's finest.
Feral cats do the same thing. They wait until their kittens are about 2 months old then take them out and show them how to hunt, how to climb, how to do "cat" things to keep them alive. If there are ones that cannot keep up (usually the runts), then Mother Cat will leave them behind and it will usually die, which is why I only adopt retards and runts. That would be my bleeding heart speaking and after watching "Wild Kingdom" during my formidable years and crying my eyes out when an animal was eaten by another, Daddy explained the concept of "circle of life". I don't like the concept, but I accept it (I have no other choice) and God wouldn't set it up like that if there was not a reason He had. I personally think He prefers to have the ones that need His "hand's on" protection and that's why He takes the most vunerable first, which explains the other concept of "survival of the fittest". Just my jaded opinion, though.
Speaking of gluttons, David did very well on his endoscopy today. He's still a little groggy, but the anesthesia they gave him was state-of-the-art and considering he's taken me to my mouth surgery and saw what I looked like (and acted like) for DAYS afterwards, he was really afraid of not just the procedure, but how he would feel afterward. So since he came out of it with no memory, a horrendous thirst, and a slight appetite (both water and food were cut off at midnight), he's doing much better than me. I think I even smell "Hamburger Helper" being re-heated (see the food I'm allowing in the house for Zachary's sake?).
Monday, July 02, 2007
I'm not Surprised
but I'm still just a little bit pissed...
This from a CL R&R, but the sentiments are still the same:
Our fearless leader has commuted the 30 month prison sentence of Cheney's homey Scooter Libby. Said the judge had passed an "excessive sentence". Libby was the one who leaked the CIA agents name to the press, after her husband had provided proof that Iraq hadn't been looking for uranium in Niger, one of the things that Bush and Co. had said Iraq was doing, and one of the reasons for the war.
Bush, Feb 11, 2004:"If there's a leak out of my administration, I want to know who it is," Bush told reporters at an impromptu news conference during a fund-raising stop in Chicago, Illinois. "If the person has violated law, that person will be taken care of."
Looks like he kept his word.....
This from a CL R&R, but the sentiments are still the same:
Our fearless leader has commuted the 30 month prison sentence of Cheney's homey Scooter Libby. Said the judge had passed an "excessive sentence". Libby was the one who leaked the CIA agents name to the press, after her husband had provided proof that Iraq hadn't been looking for uranium in Niger, one of the things that Bush and Co. had said Iraq was doing, and one of the reasons for the war.
Bush, Feb 11, 2004:"If there's a leak out of my administration, I want to know who it is," Bush told reporters at an impromptu news conference during a fund-raising stop in Chicago, Illinois. "If the person has violated law, that person will be taken care of."
Looks like he kept his word.....
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