We had talked about visiting my in-laws this weekend sometime because my father in law has a surgical procedure and although it is supposed to be a minor thing, one can't help worry when the man is almost in his 80's, you know things can go wrong. With Boy getting mono, we deemed him too much of a liability as he could be contagious, so he stayed home.
The day started for me at 5:00am. I can never sleep comfortably and I figured I could get up for a few hours, write my blog, drink a cup of coffee and eventually feel sleepy and go to bed. I was up long enough to see Girlie and her BF pack up in the morning for a day of fun at Fiesta Texas around 9:00am. I went back to bed at maybe 9:30am and fell into a pretty good slumber. Wife had gotten up and she had come down to do some homework for one of her classes. She finally went and woke me around noon asking whether we go today or tomorrow. I said might as well go today, get it out of the way, they might be distracted Sunday getting ready to go to the hospital. I showered and then Wife was doing some work, so I went back to sleep until around 2:30pm. Javalina finally woke me saying he was ready and for me to get my ass in gear.
I stayed awake most of the way up there, we stopped at McDonald's and had our usual double quarter pounders with fries and a coke. That finally made me sleepy and I slept as we went around 1604 past I-10 to their neighborhood. I woke up with a "where the hell are we?" but I figured it out quickly enough. We said hi, they had some Mexican pastries, pan dulce, which I ate some, I then got comfortable on the sofa and fell asleep.
I woke to everyone talking about going to dinner, so I went along with it. We went to a Chinese Restaurant, Lin's. It looked pretty good from afar but ehh, it wasn't really good tasting. Everything was fried or soaked in oil.
We got done around 8:00pm and although I wanted to go to Bass Pro Shops, Wife said no, but she promised a trip to Bass Pro Shops in Pflugerville tomorrow, so I said "yes, dear" like a well trained bitch boy. But yeaih, tomorrow will be my day (knowing one of my boys will find a way to ruin my fun like Boy did at Cabela's with his run to the E/R).
We got home around 10:00pm, but stopped for shakes at Sonic before going home. I went to the bathroom before sitting in front of the laptop to write this and here we are, at 11:55pm, done for another day.
Sunday, June 30, 2019
Saturday, June 29, 2019
6/29/19 Boy Relapsed Or Just Got Worse?
It is a somewhat funny coincidence that it is exactly one year to the day (June 28th) that we were dealing with him having Typhus. This year he was diagnosed with Mono, or mononucleosis, or Epstein-Barr Virus two weeks ago. Naturally, we told him to take it easy, which it was easy for him to stay home from work. When it came time to slow down from his love life, though, that was another story. Wife has not taken this whole period well. I think it bothers her that she is not here to "control" this young man-child and make him do what is best for him.
I am always caught a little off guard. Even when you tell me what is going on, I am not a mother, so I just say mmm-hmmm, do what you need to do to get better. I woke up a couple Mondays ago and he was home early. I asked what was up, and he said he was sent home because he was throwing up and not feeling well. I said well go to sleep, you fuck around all weekend staying up until all hours, you're probably just tired. I guess he felt worse than that, he went to the clinic, which I am starting to think he likes going to it. It is kind of curious that even after reading his chart and that he had typhus, the doctor in charge didn't want to administer any blood work, talk about a cocksucker who needs a firm kick to the gonads. Boy did not relent, which I am glad he has learned to self-advocate from dealing with his dyslexia. He was then diagnosed properly and found to have mono.
He got a note and said he was staying home the rest of the week. I filled Wife in, she was like "here we go again, this boy, when he goes down, he goes down hard." Like I said, staying home from work, easy peasy. Staying home from GF, not so easy. Tuesday or Wednesday he was out in the afternoon getting froyo because "he was warm and it seemed a good idea that the yogurt would cool him off." I kept telling him to cut the shit and stay home and rest, he is not five years old or I would have grounded him. The man-child is 25, he should be smarter than this. He was kind of looking better by Friday and said he was working from home, but at the GF house. Oh yeah, Wife got into town Thursday night and there was a big blow up when Wife suggested through her brother's urging that GF should check herself for mono as she could be a carrier. This made the GF upset and she left the house mad/upset at the idea that we would think she was some sort of germ sharing hussy, which Boy followed along.
This angered and hurt Wife as she was finally in town to help her sick baby, only to have her baby turn out to be a "Dick" who would rather run off with the GF. Wife decided he could fend for himself if that is how it is going to be, I thought "uh-oh" Boy just became an adult, maybe his new nick name will be Man-child.
I don't even know how this mixed in, but he came home Saturday morning, even ate breakfast with us, he seemed apologetic, Wife was barely buying it, then he said he was going to go get his hair cut at this "other" place and that turned into the hairstylist person not cutting his hair, but giving him and GF tickets to go see some band in San Antonio. He was still supposed to be "resting", but who listens to boring medical experts. This week, he managed to go to work most of the week, until Friday.
Suddenly, he has been hurting to the touch along his ribcage, diarrhea, and nausea since Thursday. He wants to blame some sketchy chicken sandwiches he ate at work, but there we were Friday evening, in the Emergency Room, again, on June 28th. After more blood tests, ultra sounds, and Cat scans, they determined he has an enlarged liver from the mono which is causing the tenderness on his ribs and stomach area. They didn't see any damage, so it is not a big deal yet, PROVIDED THE JACK-ASS ACTUALLY LISTENS TO HIS MOTHER AND RESTS, this time around. He has another week now, when it would be better if he just stayed home, let's just hope there aren't any more free concert tickets being given away by strangers.
I am always caught a little off guard. Even when you tell me what is going on, I am not a mother, so I just say mmm-hmmm, do what you need to do to get better. I woke up a couple Mondays ago and he was home early. I asked what was up, and he said he was sent home because he was throwing up and not feeling well. I said well go to sleep, you fuck around all weekend staying up until all hours, you're probably just tired. I guess he felt worse than that, he went to the clinic, which I am starting to think he likes going to it. It is kind of curious that even after reading his chart and that he had typhus, the doctor in charge didn't want to administer any blood work, talk about a cocksucker who needs a firm kick to the gonads. Boy did not relent, which I am glad he has learned to self-advocate from dealing with his dyslexia. He was then diagnosed properly and found to have mono.
He got a note and said he was staying home the rest of the week. I filled Wife in, she was like "here we go again, this boy, when he goes down, he goes down hard." Like I said, staying home from work, easy peasy. Staying home from GF, not so easy. Tuesday or Wednesday he was out in the afternoon getting froyo because "he was warm and it seemed a good idea that the yogurt would cool him off." I kept telling him to cut the shit and stay home and rest, he is not five years old or I would have grounded him. The man-child is 25, he should be smarter than this. He was kind of looking better by Friday and said he was working from home, but at the GF house. Oh yeah, Wife got into town Thursday night and there was a big blow up when Wife suggested through her brother's urging that GF should check herself for mono as she could be a carrier. This made the GF upset and she left the house mad/upset at the idea that we would think she was some sort of germ sharing hussy, which Boy followed along.
This angered and hurt Wife as she was finally in town to help her sick baby, only to have her baby turn out to be a "Dick" who would rather run off with the GF. Wife decided he could fend for himself if that is how it is going to be, I thought "uh-oh" Boy just became an adult, maybe his new nick name will be Man-child.
I don't even know how this mixed in, but he came home Saturday morning, even ate breakfast with us, he seemed apologetic, Wife was barely buying it, then he said he was going to go get his hair cut at this "other" place and that turned into the hairstylist person not cutting his hair, but giving him and GF tickets to go see some band in San Antonio. He was still supposed to be "resting", but who listens to boring medical experts. This week, he managed to go to work most of the week, until Friday.
Suddenly, he has been hurting to the touch along his ribcage, diarrhea, and nausea since Thursday. He wants to blame some sketchy chicken sandwiches he ate at work, but there we were Friday evening, in the Emergency Room, again, on June 28th. After more blood tests, ultra sounds, and Cat scans, they determined he has an enlarged liver from the mono which is causing the tenderness on his ribs and stomach area. They didn't see any damage, so it is not a big deal yet, PROVIDED THE JACK-ASS ACTUALLY LISTENS TO HIS MOTHER AND RESTS, this time around. He has another week now, when it would be better if he just stayed home, let's just hope there aren't any more free concert tickets being given away by strangers.
Friday, June 28, 2019
6/28/19 The House Has Been Good?
I honestly kind of take our house for granted in that there is rarely anything for me to worry about. I know big picture wise, we need to update our fence and we will probably do that next year, and Wife and I have decided it would be best to replace the carpeting with wood floors, but that is a choice and the carpets are now from 2007 when we moved in, so they are twelve years old.
Mechanically, though, I haven't had to worry or do much. The worst has been to unclog the pipes which I do a few times of year. Our shower gets a big ole hair ball, but it is always right there. I remove the drain cover and it is there, a big ole plug of hair that usually comes right out. The other drain that always causes problems has been our bathroom sink. It also likes to get clogged but gets unclogged real easy once I open it up.
anyways, this morning I was minding my own business sitting here without a thought about what to write about when Boy tells me that the sink downstairs is leaking and all the towels are wet. That sounds like more than a leak since we keep about 10-15 towels under the sink, that would be a lot of water to soak them all. I went exploring right away and noticed everything plumbing wise seemed dry which I thought cool, it is not the main valves under there. It must be leaking when the water is running. I turned on the cold water and after a few seconds the U joint where the water leaves started pretty much running into the space underneath. I turned it off and grabbed at the large plastic nut that is supposed to be tight on it. It was pretty loose, so I turned it tight and that seemed to solve it. Best I can think is that last time I shoved too many towels under there, I must have caused it to come loose because my boys don't mess with stuff like this. I believe it is already fixed, now I am just re-washing all the towels and everything else under there gets thrown away including a pretty good porno mag. I guess this wasn't a real emergency after all, which I just say whew!
The big ones that scare me mechanically are the A/C systems outside. They are working fine, but we have already replaced one of them entirely, the downstairs one and the other has had a few parts replaced. They make it feel like heaven inside the house and I am glad we have two units, because when one goes out, we can at least limp through the night with the other one on. Just last night I was saying to Wife when we went to our room "Is there any better feeling than laying on a clean cold bed and stretching around stealing the cold from the sheets?"
I should just consider us lucky for the last twelve years, but if this house starts up with problems, we are out of here, and pronto.
Mechanically, though, I haven't had to worry or do much. The worst has been to unclog the pipes which I do a few times of year. Our shower gets a big ole hair ball, but it is always right there. I remove the drain cover and it is there, a big ole plug of hair that usually comes right out. The other drain that always causes problems has been our bathroom sink. It also likes to get clogged but gets unclogged real easy once I open it up.
anyways, this morning I was minding my own business sitting here without a thought about what to write about when Boy tells me that the sink downstairs is leaking and all the towels are wet. That sounds like more than a leak since we keep about 10-15 towels under the sink, that would be a lot of water to soak them all. I went exploring right away and noticed everything plumbing wise seemed dry which I thought cool, it is not the main valves under there. It must be leaking when the water is running. I turned on the cold water and after a few seconds the U joint where the water leaves started pretty much running into the space underneath. I turned it off and grabbed at the large plastic nut that is supposed to be tight on it. It was pretty loose, so I turned it tight and that seemed to solve it. Best I can think is that last time I shoved too many towels under there, I must have caused it to come loose because my boys don't mess with stuff like this. I believe it is already fixed, now I am just re-washing all the towels and everything else under there gets thrown away including a pretty good porno mag. I guess this wasn't a real emergency after all, which I just say whew!
The big ones that scare me mechanically are the A/C systems outside. They are working fine, but we have already replaced one of them entirely, the downstairs one and the other has had a few parts replaced. They make it feel like heaven inside the house and I am glad we have two units, because when one goes out, we can at least limp through the night with the other one on. Just last night I was saying to Wife when we went to our room "Is there any better feeling than laying on a clean cold bed and stretching around stealing the cold from the sheets?"
I should just consider us lucky for the last twelve years, but if this house starts up with problems, we are out of here, and pronto.
Thursday, June 27, 2019
6/27/19 Are Millenials Smarter Than Us, Or Lazier?
I currently have what I guess are three millennials in the house, Boy, Girlie, and her BF. I have noticed that being to work at a certain time is just a suggestion for these guys. Whereas Wife and I always worried about being late and never mind the idea of missing work to take a personal day. I have talked myself into several start times over the years. When I started and I was in the fab, I had to be in by 6:45, to be ready to start at 7:00pm or am, depending on the shift. When I got out of the fab and went to the lab I was told 5:30pm would work. This allowed for passdown and to really interact with dayshift to learn anything that might be new. Wife has also always had a standing start time, and maybe it is because we work in big companies.
Boy, who works for a small start-up says even if he shows up at 8:00am which he did and does occasionally, that most of the people don't show up until 10:00pm and then work late or work from home. Girlie has told me that her start time is 7:30am, but routinely I get home and she is still asleep or at least sitting in a dark room. She also seems to miss about once every two weeks because she doesn't feel well. Her line is that she can make up the time on the weekends, but I rarely see her rushing off to work on a weekend. Her BF just started and he was telling me his boss talked to him about expecting him there at 6:30am to help with something or other. I got home one of the days this week and he came downstairs around 8:15am. I asked him if he was off or sick. He said he didn't sleep well, so he called in that he was going to be a couple hours late. I have come to work and started my shift by throwing up and these babies won't even go to work if they don't feel at least 90% well.
I honestly don't care what they decide to do, I just don't want to hear excuses that I don't have money to pay the rent when I see shenanigans like this going on. Am I a good employee or a well trained dog? Are they the smart ones making sure they are of sound mind and body before going off to work for the man? Or are they shitty employees who should have been let go?
Boy, who works for a small start-up says even if he shows up at 8:00am which he did and does occasionally, that most of the people don't show up until 10:00pm and then work late or work from home. Girlie has told me that her start time is 7:30am, but routinely I get home and she is still asleep or at least sitting in a dark room. She also seems to miss about once every two weeks because she doesn't feel well. Her line is that she can make up the time on the weekends, but I rarely see her rushing off to work on a weekend. Her BF just started and he was telling me his boss talked to him about expecting him there at 6:30am to help with something or other. I got home one of the days this week and he came downstairs around 8:15am. I asked him if he was off or sick. He said he didn't sleep well, so he called in that he was going to be a couple hours late. I have come to work and started my shift by throwing up and these babies won't even go to work if they don't feel at least 90% well.
I honestly don't care what they decide to do, I just don't want to hear excuses that I don't have money to pay the rent when I see shenanigans like this going on. Am I a good employee or a well trained dog? Are they the smart ones making sure they are of sound mind and body before going off to work for the man? Or are they shitty employees who should have been let go?
Wednesday, June 26, 2019
6/26/19 How Stupid Are People?
I hadn't focused on watching "Fail" videos on YouTube, but somehow they have become front and center, it seems to be the only thing it is recommending for me. In these videos, I am just amazed how little people actually think before attempting dumb shit. It is summertime, so there are a lot of videos around water, and the one that totally makes me say "no, Gordita…." are the ones where the 200 pound plus lady attempts to hang from a rope to make it to a body of water. She never makes it, they don't seem to realize you need hand/arm strength to hold up those 200 or 300 pounds. How about the young adults who decide it is a good idea to run at each other at full speed with a ball or two in between them? This is just simple physics, even common sense would save a tooth or the headache when the lighter person gets thrown across the room.
I am always a little scared when it comes to videos where people are using guns and you can tell they don't know what they are doing. I've seen guns flying out of people's hands because the kickback is too strong. I've seen where the wrong ammo is used and the gun basically explodes which is a very scary thought. Of course, there is the old man practicing pulling the gun from a holster and shooting himself in the leg. It is kind of funny as he says it out loud "I shot myself...." but it is also kind of funny because the exact same thing happened to my uncle when he was training to become a cop. He survived it and we still occasionally make fun of him about it.
I've also seen a trend of tall people jumping to touch things with their heads, but then they get carried away and some have taken horrible hits to the face and skull. One kid habitually jumps up in several videos and knocks the shit out of his head. I am unsure of he is just doing it for attention or if he really thinks slamming his head against a metal support structure and then multiple times he challenged the frame around the door with his face. It all just looks painful, and for what?
I only hope these idiots are getting somewhat compensated for their pain, otherwise they are just being very foolish and stupid.
I am always a little scared when it comes to videos where people are using guns and you can tell they don't know what they are doing. I've seen guns flying out of people's hands because the kickback is too strong. I've seen where the wrong ammo is used and the gun basically explodes which is a very scary thought. Of course, there is the old man practicing pulling the gun from a holster and shooting himself in the leg. It is kind of funny as he says it out loud "I shot myself...." but it is also kind of funny because the exact same thing happened to my uncle when he was training to become a cop. He survived it and we still occasionally make fun of him about it.
I've also seen a trend of tall people jumping to touch things with their heads, but then they get carried away and some have taken horrible hits to the face and skull. One kid habitually jumps up in several videos and knocks the shit out of his head. I am unsure of he is just doing it for attention or if he really thinks slamming his head against a metal support structure and then multiple times he challenged the frame around the door with his face. It all just looks painful, and for what?
I only hope these idiots are getting somewhat compensated for their pain, otherwise they are just being very foolish and stupid.
Tuesday, June 25, 2019
6/25/19 He Said/ She Said?
A scenario I was given a while ago: a man gives me information which doesn't necessarily hurt or help me but is given to me with an "I got you" was told to me in private fashion. Another person then comes and tells me that was all false information, I only tell you this because I have your best interest at heart. I say I can take both guys and thank them and not make a big deal either way because I don't really gain anything by what I was told.
The first guy had told me the other guy was an idiot and not to trust him while the second guy told me the first one was only interested in himself, so forget about what he has to say. I maintain that thank you to both is the best position to take. What will I gain by making an enemy of either man? Instead I told the second, it doesn't hurt me to listen to one and all, there could be a nugget of truth to what he says. You could be here to do the same and just be entertaining yourself with my absence during the day when all the information is kicked around.
I then shared with the second guy that he had recently given me what amounted to a bunch of very exciting news that had yet to make it to light, yet you said it was coming. This was my explanation to him as to why I refused to take sides and I would only slightly believe everything I hear. I told him and he ultimately agreed, that we are all whores, just here for the money. I have liked and do like some to most of my coworkers, but we only have a relationship because we work together. I don't think I have visited any of my current coworkers at their respective homes.
There was a time when I tried harder to be "friends" with people, but it doesn't really work. There was the guy I became his best man for. After not talking for about 8-10 years, he contacted me when he was getting a divorce. I tried to keep up with him, going to his house, joining him for a couple BBQs, but after awhile I guess he got another lady friend and he has been non-existent. This is a guy I like, but given our weird shifts, it is just hard to maintain friendships and nurture them.
This is why I just keep to my boys and Wife. Girlie insists on being a part of our lives, so we keep an open spot for her, and then there's family who we love and fight with. I don't know what my point was for writing this, I guess that all the he said/she said is fine, I don't let it get to me unless it gets into the inner layer where my people at home are affected. I don't care if my coworkers think I'm this or that. Everyone knows I carry my fair share and then some.
The first guy had told me the other guy was an idiot and not to trust him while the second guy told me the first one was only interested in himself, so forget about what he has to say. I maintain that thank you to both is the best position to take. What will I gain by making an enemy of either man? Instead I told the second, it doesn't hurt me to listen to one and all, there could be a nugget of truth to what he says. You could be here to do the same and just be entertaining yourself with my absence during the day when all the information is kicked around.
I then shared with the second guy that he had recently given me what amounted to a bunch of very exciting news that had yet to make it to light, yet you said it was coming. This was my explanation to him as to why I refused to take sides and I would only slightly believe everything I hear. I told him and he ultimately agreed, that we are all whores, just here for the money. I have liked and do like some to most of my coworkers, but we only have a relationship because we work together. I don't think I have visited any of my current coworkers at their respective homes.
There was a time when I tried harder to be "friends" with people, but it doesn't really work. There was the guy I became his best man for. After not talking for about 8-10 years, he contacted me when he was getting a divorce. I tried to keep up with him, going to his house, joining him for a couple BBQs, but after awhile I guess he got another lady friend and he has been non-existent. This is a guy I like, but given our weird shifts, it is just hard to maintain friendships and nurture them.
This is why I just keep to my boys and Wife. Girlie insists on being a part of our lives, so we keep an open spot for her, and then there's family who we love and fight with. I don't know what my point was for writing this, I guess that all the he said/she said is fine, I don't let it get to me unless it gets into the inner layer where my people at home are affected. I don't care if my coworkers think I'm this or that. Everyone knows I carry my fair share and then some.
Monday, June 24, 2019
6/24/19 Confused A Bit By Boy?
I am not sure how I go on about Boy. He is technically getting paid what would be a good salary at $23/hr. He is 25 years old, do I keep buying him clothes for school or let him take care of him? He recently got sick again and the tests showed he might have Mono, which is called the kissing disease. By itself, it is not a serious disease that can kill, but Boy is still "recuperating" from having typhus a year ago and because of the meds he was given, he is exposed and his body is not as strong as normal. The medicines killed everything, including stuff that normally protects him.
Of course, Mama Bear don't f**k around when it comes to her baby being sick, but he was very nonchalant this week and ooh man, did that piss her off. He was out enjoying frozen yogurt when he should have been in bed. Then when Wife suggested his GF get checked so she wouldn't be sick and get him sick again or be a carrier or whatever, the GF kind of spazzed out and they all got into it. I was at work, not that I am sure I could have deflated this one before it escalated, but I came home to a fuming, hurt mother. Boy is being a normal "man" and siding with his "girl" and we get it, but Wife was not accusing her of "being a dirty whore or anything like that." She is worried about her son and if the GF could be a carrier, shouldn't they know?
This all happened Thursday evening when I was at work and Wife got home. Boy spent the night at the GF house. He came home the next morning and him and mama talked it out. I guess they cleared things up, but there was no GF and I guess she still isn't happy.
I try not to get into those conversations which Wife has. She can be explosive and of course as with any woman I know, they are never wrong, so finding angles to fix things takes effort. I just keep reminding Wife that he is not a baby anymore and at 25 if he wants to be stupid, we have to let him. If he gets sick sick again, this time, he will pay the $2,000-$3000 in costs we paid a year ago. I don't think it falls on us again. They think it's ok to be out and about for ice cream, then miss a week of work. Them bills are still going to come, including the car and gas payment which my hand will still be waiting for prompt payment on the 30th.
We'll play the clothes by ear, I guess. Last year, we bought him a pant or two, we got him a bunch of shirts, but only because we found a great sale at Dillard's,and I bought him those two pair of Penny shoes because I liked the way they looked at the boat show.
I like buying him clothes, I like him looking sharp. On the other hand, if he is going to constantly side with his GF and go against our thoughts and wishes, then we have to let him grow up and do as he wishes, and pay his way too.
Of course, Mama Bear don't f**k around when it comes to her baby being sick, but he was very nonchalant this week and ooh man, did that piss her off. He was out enjoying frozen yogurt when he should have been in bed. Then when Wife suggested his GF get checked so she wouldn't be sick and get him sick again or be a carrier or whatever, the GF kind of spazzed out and they all got into it. I was at work, not that I am sure I could have deflated this one before it escalated, but I came home to a fuming, hurt mother. Boy is being a normal "man" and siding with his "girl" and we get it, but Wife was not accusing her of "being a dirty whore or anything like that." She is worried about her son and if the GF could be a carrier, shouldn't they know?
This all happened Thursday evening when I was at work and Wife got home. Boy spent the night at the GF house. He came home the next morning and him and mama talked it out. I guess they cleared things up, but there was no GF and I guess she still isn't happy.
I try not to get into those conversations which Wife has. She can be explosive and of course as with any woman I know, they are never wrong, so finding angles to fix things takes effort. I just keep reminding Wife that he is not a baby anymore and at 25 if he wants to be stupid, we have to let him. If he gets sick sick again, this time, he will pay the $2,000-$3000 in costs we paid a year ago. I don't think it falls on us again. They think it's ok to be out and about for ice cream, then miss a week of work. Them bills are still going to come, including the car and gas payment which my hand will still be waiting for prompt payment on the 30th.
We'll play the clothes by ear, I guess. Last year, we bought him a pant or two, we got him a bunch of shirts, but only because we found a great sale at Dillard's,and I bought him those two pair of Penny shoes because I liked the way they looked at the boat show.
I like buying him clothes, I like him looking sharp. On the other hand, if he is going to constantly side with his GF and go against our thoughts and wishes, then we have to let him grow up and do as he wishes, and pay his way too.
Sunday, June 23, 2019
6/23/19 Dressing Javalina For School?
I know it might seem a bit early for school clothes shopping in the summer, but I was afraid of waiting to the last minute and not doing it right. We woke up with nothing really to do, other than enjoy a good breakfast. I had gotten up super early as usual, fell asleep on the table, then went to bed and came back down around 1:00pm. Wife was reading or writing when I came down. We had talked about making potatoes with eggs and SPAM or bacon, in tacos. In the morning, we figured we were short oil to cook the potatoes, so off to target I went.
Breakfast was as good as imagined and afterward I thought of another nap, Wife was still working, but instead, I made myself useful and cleaned up our room. We had baskets of clothes we had washed but not separated so I set off to do that. Once I decided our room was clean enough, then I yelled at Wife that I was going to nap. I was probably out for a couple hours, which is normal for me now. I woke around 6:00pm, Wife was watching one of her crappy shows in the bedroom. One of us said "are we going?" and it's like a fuse was lit, we both got going and headed out the door.
Javalina had been whining about going to Best Buy, he still has money on his Christmas gift cards, and he wanted to buy a couple new games. Since they weren't costing us anything, we said sure. We were there about a good half hour, he got his games while we thought about what to do about replacing our projector TV. I love the size, but buying new bulbs every year at close to $200 kind of sucks. We have a 100 inch screen so I was thinking downsizing to an 85 inch LCD wouldn't be too bad, they have some for as cheap as $3000. We'll see.
This led us to the mall and we only made it as far as Men's Wearhouse, where I asked Javalina if he wanted to look there. I think he likes having a "guy" that helps us. Boy always dealt with David and then Peter when David left. Peter was off yesterday, so Gerald helped us out and he was a younger kid going to Texas State, which I think helped. He took Javalina aside and they had a conversation about what he was thinking of how he wanted to look for the coming school year, then the kid went to work. He brought him over short sleeved button shirts which Boy would never wear and I tried saying no, but Javalina preferred these. I said OK as Wife started "the boys are different, blah blah blah..."
After he put on the right size pants, he is now wearing a size 36, from a husky 44 at the start of last year, I was pretty impressed at how slim and good he looks from my chubby little ham in shorts and hoodies. He got two pants a dressy jean and tan slacks, and a couple short sleeve shirts, a couple of jacket/blazers to replace the hoodies and even a couple of pocket squares for a splash of color and two pair of slightly dressy shoes. When it was all added up, it was almost $800 and I panicked a bit, but he really did look good in everything, so we went ahead and bought everything. He needs more shirts and pants and probably some tennis shoes, but I think this is a good base and I hope we can start easing away from the hoodies
Breakfast was as good as imagined and afterward I thought of another nap, Wife was still working, but instead, I made myself useful and cleaned up our room. We had baskets of clothes we had washed but not separated so I set off to do that. Once I decided our room was clean enough, then I yelled at Wife that I was going to nap. I was probably out for a couple hours, which is normal for me now. I woke around 6:00pm, Wife was watching one of her crappy shows in the bedroom. One of us said "are we going?" and it's like a fuse was lit, we both got going and headed out the door.
Javalina had been whining about going to Best Buy, he still has money on his Christmas gift cards, and he wanted to buy a couple new games. Since they weren't costing us anything, we said sure. We were there about a good half hour, he got his games while we thought about what to do about replacing our projector TV. I love the size, but buying new bulbs every year at close to $200 kind of sucks. We have a 100 inch screen so I was thinking downsizing to an 85 inch LCD wouldn't be too bad, they have some for as cheap as $3000. We'll see.
This led us to the mall and we only made it as far as Men's Wearhouse, where I asked Javalina if he wanted to look there. I think he likes having a "guy" that helps us. Boy always dealt with David and then Peter when David left. Peter was off yesterday, so Gerald helped us out and he was a younger kid going to Texas State, which I think helped. He took Javalina aside and they had a conversation about what he was thinking of how he wanted to look for the coming school year, then the kid went to work. He brought him over short sleeved button shirts which Boy would never wear and I tried saying no, but Javalina preferred these. I said OK as Wife started "the boys are different, blah blah blah..."
After he put on the right size pants, he is now wearing a size 36, from a husky 44 at the start of last year, I was pretty impressed at how slim and good he looks from my chubby little ham in shorts and hoodies. He got two pants a dressy jean and tan slacks, and a couple short sleeve shirts, a couple of jacket/blazers to replace the hoodies and even a couple of pocket squares for a splash of color and two pair of slightly dressy shoes. When it was all added up, it was almost $800 and I panicked a bit, but he really did look good in everything, so we went ahead and bought everything. He needs more shirts and pants and probably some tennis shoes, but I think this is a good base and I hope we can start easing away from the hoodies
Saturday, June 22, 2019
6/22/19 Men In Black: International? (Movie)
I was excited to see the new MIB movie, even knowing it was going to be a whole new cast. I am a fan of Tessa Thompson who has recently played Valkyrie on the Avengers movies with Hemsworth, who has been playing Thor the last few years. Those are two familiar faces from a winning franchise, what could go wrong? Add in a cute character from a literal chess board game (a pawn, so let's name him...Pawny) and wait for the hundreds of millions to come in. I don't know about that!!
Something was missing but I don't know what. It was shot beautifully, every scene was full of color and brilliance, every gun was bigger than the last, the bad guys were almost too cool, working in unison. I think the problem was there was no heart, nothing that made us think these characters were somebody we could care for. As agent M said, I am your perfect candidate, I have no life, no bonds, nothing keeping me attached to anyone.
By now, we know how MIB works. They spot a potential candidate and then go and recruit him to work as an anonymous agent. Thompson plays Molly, who we are shown a flashback to when she was young runs into an alien in her house. The MIB of the day show up and erase the parent's memory of it, but not of hers. She then grows up obsessed with trying to find what organization takes care of aliens. She is working on being a cop, but she wants the job with the highest clearance, marking a box of her own creation on the top of every job application she goes for. Eventually, she finds the headquarters of MIB and seems to break in only to get caught but just as her memory is going to be erased she cries for them not to, that she saw them do it to her parents when she was young.
Of course she gets in after a multitude of tests and we got through with her in awe of the offices in Europe and the same joke of the aliens they keep track of on earth, such as the Kardashians or whoever it was on their screens. At this point I kind of faded, their was a storyline I guess, some alien got killed, others were accused, there was a mole in MIB, and yet, I snored, Javalina glared at me, Wife punched me in the ribs.
Near the end it went full circle, Molly met an alien from her past, you knew she would and that saved them, for a bit, then of course, they saved the world. All the parts to a great summer blockbuster were there, it just wasn't enough to keep me awake, I really wanted to like it, I napped for an hour before, it just wasn't enough, I guess.
Of course she gets in after a multitude of tests and we got through with her in awe of the offices in Europe and the same joke of the aliens they keep track of on earth, such as the Kardashians or whoever it was on their screens. At this point I kind of faded, their was a storyline I guess, some alien got killed, others were accused, there was a mole in MIB, and yet, I snored, Javalina glared at me, Wife punched me in the ribs.
Near the end it went full circle, Molly met an alien from her past, you knew she would and that saved them, for a bit, then of course, they saved the world. All the parts to a great summer blockbuster were there, it just wasn't enough to keep me awake, I really wanted to like it, I napped for an hour before, it just wasn't enough, I guess.
Friday, June 21, 2019
6/21/19 Black Mirror? (Netflix series)
I just saw the pilot for this Black Mirror and it left me a bit confused. The story is simple enough, but a little gross. A family member of the royal house has been taken and the only request by the kidnapper is that he wants the prime minister to have intercourse with a pig, on national television. Does he do it or not? There is no guarantee doing the act will bring back the girl, but not doing it will more than likely get her killed. The PM is having a hard time with this idea and I think the wife is having a harder time.
I know that it is somewhat humiliating, but it isn't the worst thing one can do. I am not saying I would jump at the chance to do this, but for the sake of saving a high profile person, it could somehow be seen as heroic. Videos of things like this exist, if you look hard enough, not that hard even, and I am sure those people are a little nutty, but it's not like doing it makes you an automatic deviant, specially on the conditions as prescribed by the kidnapper.
So the PM is going back and forth in his head and discussing it with his wife. In the end he does it and all the hooting and hollering in the streets and bars, people just made it an emergency and nobody was at work, they were all glued to the TV trying to see if he would do it. When the masses of people see him doing it, there seems to be embarrassment on the peoples faces and suddenly they find themselves not really wanting to watch as the PM goes on for over an hour behind the big pig. Ultimately, it becomes about giving the man who saved the princess his dignity back.
She is freed, the kidnapper kills himself and leaves a note explaining that this was all an experiment and sure enough, the whole of England showed up to watch which shows what depraved ego maniacs we have become. After a year, everything seems to be running smoothly, the PM is more popular than ever in the polls and he seems to be going on normally, but they show him at home with a wife who won't have anything to do with him. I just thought "bitch, this wasn't about you or your husband's penis. The kidnapper put him in a very tough spot and honestly, the PM did the best thing he could (he didn't have to go for it for an hour but let's thank the mighty Viagra or whatever he slips in his mouth.)
Let's face it, if we had something like this happen in real life, I doubt it would catch the world's attention as it did on the show. Half of us would think it was a hoax by the media, the other half a hoax by the PM himself for attention. Even while seeing it live, people would be screaming fake, and the princess probably wouldn't even be saved. I still don't know what the show is about. I watched part of the second episode and it seems to be totally unrelated to the first, but I have to see all of it to comment.
I know that it is somewhat humiliating, but it isn't the worst thing one can do. I am not saying I would jump at the chance to do this, but for the sake of saving a high profile person, it could somehow be seen as heroic. Videos of things like this exist, if you look hard enough, not that hard even, and I am sure those people are a little nutty, but it's not like doing it makes you an automatic deviant, specially on the conditions as prescribed by the kidnapper.
So the PM is going back and forth in his head and discussing it with his wife. In the end he does it and all the hooting and hollering in the streets and bars, people just made it an emergency and nobody was at work, they were all glued to the TV trying to see if he would do it. When the masses of people see him doing it, there seems to be embarrassment on the peoples faces and suddenly they find themselves not really wanting to watch as the PM goes on for over an hour behind the big pig. Ultimately, it becomes about giving the man who saved the princess his dignity back.
She is freed, the kidnapper kills himself and leaves a note explaining that this was all an experiment and sure enough, the whole of England showed up to watch which shows what depraved ego maniacs we have become. After a year, everything seems to be running smoothly, the PM is more popular than ever in the polls and he seems to be going on normally, but they show him at home with a wife who won't have anything to do with him. I just thought "bitch, this wasn't about you or your husband's penis. The kidnapper put him in a very tough spot and honestly, the PM did the best thing he could (he didn't have to go for it for an hour but let's thank the mighty Viagra or whatever he slips in his mouth.)
Let's face it, if we had something like this happen in real life, I doubt it would catch the world's attention as it did on the show. Half of us would think it was a hoax by the media, the other half a hoax by the PM himself for attention. Even while seeing it live, people would be screaming fake, and the princess probably wouldn't even be saved. I still don't know what the show is about. I watched part of the second episode and it seems to be totally unrelated to the first, but I have to see all of it to comment.
Thursday, June 20, 2019
6/20/19 How Does One Tell Between Careless and F*ck You?
I keep getting push back from having people living with us, namely Girlie and her BF. We could easily add Boy's GF to the mix, although everyone will see that as different. The problem comes in the little things. For example, the Girlie's BF had a bad habit of leaving the door unlocked during the day. It took three or four conversations plus a few more with Girlie asking if he was slow before he seemed to get it that we prefer the doors locked at all times. I know this could easily be taken as a "he must be doing it as a sign of disrespect." I just think if you come from a place where you don't normally lock the doors, maybe you don't even run the A/C all the time so even the windows are left open, that it is just something new the person has to learn.
Another one building up is the dishes. They tend to eat in their room, again, I don't really like it, but I get that they want some privacy, but that means that every couple days they bring down a glass with 4-5 forks and spoons and they don't immediately wash them all the time. Wife demands any and all dishes be washed "right now"! I agree but this could easily be a battle we have with any of the humans in the house. If I walk into Javalina's room right now, there are a good 5-10 glasses with varying amounts of mostly water but some might have soda or tea. Boy is actually the worst. He has a table in his room and it is normal for him to leave Wendy's packaging or whatever meal they had recently and both him and his GF have a pact with Jesus that they will never finish a meal, so there is always food laying around. I could battle with the boys and then our tenants, but wow, to carry a torch for every little thing gets tiring. I prefer the slow winds of change.
Since moving in, I have assigned Girlie's BF with vacuuming and he agreed to it, at least once a week, preferably on Thursday or Friday before Wife shows up. He is also to go out and pick up dog pooh before we cut the grass so as not to stink up the mower. There was a mess with oil and we started cleaning it up. I address things slowly. I don't exactly want people that are supposed to be living there by everyone's agreement to feel like they are going to constantly feel attacked. If done right, this could be a cash cow for a good long while, and while Wife is not living up here, it isn't like we are living like a family. Prior to them moving in it felt like 3 dudes living together until the weekend when Wife arrives.
Another one building up is the dishes. They tend to eat in their room, again, I don't really like it, but I get that they want some privacy, but that means that every couple days they bring down a glass with 4-5 forks and spoons and they don't immediately wash them all the time. Wife demands any and all dishes be washed "right now"! I agree but this could easily be a battle we have with any of the humans in the house. If I walk into Javalina's room right now, there are a good 5-10 glasses with varying amounts of mostly water but some might have soda or tea. Boy is actually the worst. He has a table in his room and it is normal for him to leave Wendy's packaging or whatever meal they had recently and both him and his GF have a pact with Jesus that they will never finish a meal, so there is always food laying around. I could battle with the boys and then our tenants, but wow, to carry a torch for every little thing gets tiring. I prefer the slow winds of change.
Since moving in, I have assigned Girlie's BF with vacuuming and he agreed to it, at least once a week, preferably on Thursday or Friday before Wife shows up. He is also to go out and pick up dog pooh before we cut the grass so as not to stink up the mower. There was a mess with oil and we started cleaning it up. I address things slowly. I don't exactly want people that are supposed to be living there by everyone's agreement to feel like they are going to constantly feel attacked. If done right, this could be a cash cow for a good long while, and while Wife is not living up here, it isn't like we are living like a family. Prior to them moving in it felt like 3 dudes living together until the weekend when Wife arrives.
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
6/19/19 Javalina Is Getting It Done?
I have a few goals for Javalina this summer, based on what he keeps saying he wants to do. I would never push him for my benefit, but if he is going to insist that he will make the varsity team and he is one of the strongest kids in school, I at least want him to be able to back his words up. He has been quietly working out, not as aggressively as he could but he is doing bench presses and even squats kind of regularly. It is kind of funny, to me he is just my young kid, but I was talking to my neighbor, he was complaining about our trash cans and stuff, no big deal, but it was Father's Day and he asked how it was going being a father to the two boys. I told him about Javalina lifting and he started that he almost didn't recognize him. He remembers him being a chubby little kid and now he walks around all chest and shoulders out, trying to look big and strong. I thought perfect, that is what we're going for.
The biggest gain this week was I was spotting him on the bench and he was stuck on the 35 pound plates which is fine, but he was doing as many as 15 reps, based on Girlie's BF workout plan. I understand where he is coming from, as he volunteered to help with the workouts. He is lean and strong and tall, so I am sure it makes sense to lift weights focusing on that. I want him to get thicker so that means less reps with more weight. I told him it was time to make the jump to the 45 pound plates, which is just 20 pounds total more, but it also is a new world. To me, this was kind of a must goal, so he could walk into any gym full of highly charged boys and he could do the minimum of what I would call real lifting. He still has about two more months to see how far he can go. If I can help it, I want to see him get to at least 200 pounds. I want him to catch the attention of the older guys so they want to help him along. He has to get halfway there, so they can see he is serious about it.
It shouldn't take long for him to also be squatting with this weight, then go past it a lot quicker since leg muscles respond really well to exercise. We also need to make it outside and mark up where 40 yards are at in the green belt. He wants to run to increase his speed, which I think is the next most important thing, all this is just getting me excited to see what team he ends up on and for football to start, I love the fall.
The biggest gain this week was I was spotting him on the bench and he was stuck on the 35 pound plates which is fine, but he was doing as many as 15 reps, based on Girlie's BF workout plan. I understand where he is coming from, as he volunteered to help with the workouts. He is lean and strong and tall, so I am sure it makes sense to lift weights focusing on that. I want him to get thicker so that means less reps with more weight. I told him it was time to make the jump to the 45 pound plates, which is just 20 pounds total more, but it also is a new world. To me, this was kind of a must goal, so he could walk into any gym full of highly charged boys and he could do the minimum of what I would call real lifting. He still has about two more months to see how far he can go. If I can help it, I want to see him get to at least 200 pounds. I want him to catch the attention of the older guys so they want to help him along. He has to get halfway there, so they can see he is serious about it.
It shouldn't take long for him to also be squatting with this weight, then go past it a lot quicker since leg muscles respond really well to exercise. We also need to make it outside and mark up where 40 yards are at in the green belt. He wants to run to increase his speed, which I think is the next most important thing, all this is just getting me excited to see what team he ends up on and for football to start, I love the fall.
Tuesday, June 18, 2019
6/18/19 Zoey Johnson Defines Shit People?
I keep expecting this beautiful girl to grow and have her persona match her outer beauty, but dammit has she been disappointing. I wanted to jump on early when Black-ish came out, I have always liked Anthony Anderson and as a dad it was just a good fit. Wife claimed we had too many shows to keep up with it, but once we saw it on Hulu we binged on it big time. The older daughter and dad relationship is kind of understood, I get it. Dad considers himself cool and the mom certainly is not, she is actually an annoying mess at times, "I want ten kids waahhh, now I am depressed I have ten kids waah." Nothing in today's society invites assholes having bunches of kids, nobody is working the fields anymore. But that is not for today.
Back to Miss Johnson, her show, Grown-ish is pretty good when it doesn't just focus on her. Her roommates are interesting, I was annoyed by the BF until these last two episodes when he stood up and showed he has a backbone. The show went on a sort of hiatus for a month but it is back and we know she just finished talking to the deans as she was caught and admitted to cheating. I loved the dad showing up and telling her he was disappointed and taking her car with him. Later when she is trying to pay for some drinks, she learns she has been caught off credit card wise too. This should be at her forefront, what else can matter more than damaging the trust with her parents by being labeled a cheater? In the real world, her ass would be home and she would find herself applying at Dairy Queen and any other restaurant where little brains can settle into for long hard lives as they realize looks aren't everything. In TV world, the fact that a guy she maybe might like one day is dating her roommate totally destroys her. Stupid actually goes to her current BF to whine that her best friend has started dating her back-up boyfriend. This goes over as well as you would think it would. He tells her to piss off.
She routinely talks to the camera and she cannot believe he threw her pretty face out, I mean look at her. I think this can only happen when you grow up being told you're so pretty every day, she actually believes that matters. When she attempts to clean things up, she falls flat on her face because she really does not know how to apologize sincerely, her younger brother has to be the voice of reason for her. It takes her a few takes but MAYBE, just maybe Zoe is starting to learn the world does not revolve around her.
Back to Miss Johnson, her show, Grown-ish is pretty good when it doesn't just focus on her. Her roommates are interesting, I was annoyed by the BF until these last two episodes when he stood up and showed he has a backbone. The show went on a sort of hiatus for a month but it is back and we know she just finished talking to the deans as she was caught and admitted to cheating. I loved the dad showing up and telling her he was disappointed and taking her car with him. Later when she is trying to pay for some drinks, she learns she has been caught off credit card wise too. This should be at her forefront, what else can matter more than damaging the trust with her parents by being labeled a cheater? In the real world, her ass would be home and she would find herself applying at Dairy Queen and any other restaurant where little brains can settle into for long hard lives as they realize looks aren't everything. In TV world, the fact that a guy she maybe might like one day is dating her roommate totally destroys her. Stupid actually goes to her current BF to whine that her best friend has started dating her back-up boyfriend. This goes over as well as you would think it would. He tells her to piss off.
She routinely talks to the camera and she cannot believe he threw her pretty face out, I mean look at her. I think this can only happen when you grow up being told you're so pretty every day, she actually believes that matters. When she attempts to clean things up, she falls flat on her face because she really does not know how to apologize sincerely, her younger brother has to be the voice of reason for her. It takes her a few takes but MAYBE, just maybe Zoe is starting to learn the world does not revolve around her.
6/17/19 The Clay Pot?
Earlier in the week, Boy offered the "what do you want to do for Father's Day? Figuring we were just going to BBQ like we do most weekends I said nothing special, unless you want to take us to one of your special places. Him and his GF eat out all the time and I know they are more in tune with fancy places than I am. I stick to the same 5-10 places to eat over and over. Another difference is that Mijo is now making the Medium bucks. He got a healthy promotion so he can afford to pay if he wanted to.
Living it up to him paid off. He made reservations for us and said we would be eating at 7:30pm on Sunday for Father's Day at The Clay Pot. He didn't give us much more than it was an Indian restaurant. We had tried Indian at another place, Tarka over in the Sunset Valley area, but this one was downtown which is currently his domain. It was kind of cool, he has an expensive parking card that allows him access to parking in a secured parking garage anytime. We parked in there and then the restaurant was just catty corner to the garage, so very little walking to complain about. He pointed at his work building which was on the same block as the Indian restaurant, just further down.
The restaurant felt like a cool hipster place to be. It was big but not a giant room and we were sat within five minutes, thanks to the reservation. I decided to try a different drink, coke just doesn't seem Indian. I don't think the mango lemonade was an Indian delicacy, but I went with it and it was alright. We had a few appetizers: plenty of Naan (tortilla) with different add-ons, like the three cheese and the garlic varieties, Batata Cham (potato patty), hummus, and the tandoori broccoli. Everything was quite good, Wife mentioned eating there with an Indian friend and said the food had been "Americanized" so nothing was too spicy or weird, which worked out great for me. For my main meal, I had some skewers with lamb and chicken and I was not disappointed. We all managed to taste each others plates and everything had a very good flavor, except for knuckleheaded Javalina who insists on ordering everything the hottest they have. His meal was not bad, but it definitely filled your mouth with weird spices and sort of hot, but not like peppers.
Boy was going to pay, but Wife coughed up like $50 to help and even Javalina contributed another $20 since we were eating there for me. The meal was still like $150, so he paid the rest. If that wasn't nice enough, his GF made me a German chocolate cake which I ate about half in the morning, and Javalina ate a fourth through out the day. It was a very nice evening which I fell asleep in the car, but we had cut the grass and I did get up way early. Thanks, you all managed to make me feel pretty special just by spending the day with me.
Living it up to him paid off. He made reservations for us and said we would be eating at 7:30pm on Sunday for Father's Day at The Clay Pot. He didn't give us much more than it was an Indian restaurant. We had tried Indian at another place, Tarka over in the Sunset Valley area, but this one was downtown which is currently his domain. It was kind of cool, he has an expensive parking card that allows him access to parking in a secured parking garage anytime. We parked in there and then the restaurant was just catty corner to the garage, so very little walking to complain about. He pointed at his work building which was on the same block as the Indian restaurant, just further down.
The restaurant felt like a cool hipster place to be. It was big but not a giant room and we were sat within five minutes, thanks to the reservation. I decided to try a different drink, coke just doesn't seem Indian. I don't think the mango lemonade was an Indian delicacy, but I went with it and it was alright. We had a few appetizers: plenty of Naan (tortilla) with different add-ons, like the three cheese and the garlic varieties, Batata Cham (potato patty), hummus, and the tandoori broccoli. Everything was quite good, Wife mentioned eating there with an Indian friend and said the food had been "Americanized" so nothing was too spicy or weird, which worked out great for me. For my main meal, I had some skewers with lamb and chicken and I was not disappointed. We all managed to taste each others plates and everything had a very good flavor, except for knuckleheaded Javalina who insists on ordering everything the hottest they have. His meal was not bad, but it definitely filled your mouth with weird spices and sort of hot, but not like peppers.
Boy was going to pay, but Wife coughed up like $50 to help and even Javalina contributed another $20 since we were eating there for me. The meal was still like $150, so he paid the rest. If that wasn't nice enough, his GF made me a German chocolate cake which I ate about half in the morning, and Javalina ate a fourth through out the day. It was a very nice evening which I fell asleep in the car, but we had cut the grass and I did get up way early. Thanks, you all managed to make me feel pretty special just by spending the day with me.
Monday, June 17, 2019
6/16/19 Happy Father's Day?
Happy Father's Day to all you out there who put up with your little shits enough to be called Father/Daddy/Hey You, Fatman. I am writing this at midnight, the day passed by so fast, I never had a chance to sit down and write. I got up at 7:30am, remembering Wife wanted me to get an oil change for her in the morning. The only problem was that Jiffy Lube opens at 9:00am, so, since I also needed to go to Lowe's, I headed that way.
One of Wife's main complaints is the shoes by the doorway, we keep too many of them there and she thinks they look ugly and unmanaged. This just seemed like an easy fix. I had bought Boy a shoe organizer for his closet, but he had yet to open it, so I took it and set it up by the door. This allowed me to put 9 pairs of shoes in a very organized fashion plus the organizer can be added to. I went to Lowe's to buy a second organizer and promptly paired them together. This allowed like 15 pair of shoes to be placed next to each other.
This all happened after sitting at Jiffy Lube for about an hour and a half. Not only did I get her oil done, with the car at 99,640 miles it was time to also do the radiator flush which cost a nice $115. tahis made me feel good, since Wife runs around back and forth to Crystal every week and she has to depend on her little car to keep her going.
I got back home, did the shoe organizer and also organized some more by moving some of Boy's 3D printing stuff which he has all over the house. At this point I started wondering if my peeps were alive at noon, no one had come down yet. I waited awhile, until almost 1:00pm before starting to cook some bacon and start refrying some beans, eventually they all came down. After eating I just needed a short nap, which I went up to bed and took it.
I had told the boys that all I wanted for Father's Day was the yard to look freshly cut, so we went out there with each boy on a mower and me trailing with the trimmer. This works pretty good because I am able to clean up any little areas the boys might miss. This of course, at 5:00-6:00pm, left me feeling like another nap was in order, but Boy had made reservations at a restaurant downtown. The restaurant was Indian and everything went down great, specially at the end when he paid.
One of Wife's main complaints is the shoes by the doorway, we keep too many of them there and she thinks they look ugly and unmanaged. This just seemed like an easy fix. I had bought Boy a shoe organizer for his closet, but he had yet to open it, so I took it and set it up by the door. This allowed me to put 9 pairs of shoes in a very organized fashion plus the organizer can be added to. I went to Lowe's to buy a second organizer and promptly paired them together. This allowed like 15 pair of shoes to be placed next to each other.
This all happened after sitting at Jiffy Lube for about an hour and a half. Not only did I get her oil done, with the car at 99,640 miles it was time to also do the radiator flush which cost a nice $115. tahis made me feel good, since Wife runs around back and forth to Crystal every week and she has to depend on her little car to keep her going.
I got back home, did the shoe organizer and also organized some more by moving some of Boy's 3D printing stuff which he has all over the house. At this point I started wondering if my peeps were alive at noon, no one had come down yet. I waited awhile, until almost 1:00pm before starting to cook some bacon and start refrying some beans, eventually they all came down. After eating I just needed a short nap, which I went up to bed and took it.
I had told the boys that all I wanted for Father's Day was the yard to look freshly cut, so we went out there with each boy on a mower and me trailing with the trimmer. This works pretty good because I am able to clean up any little areas the boys might miss. This of course, at 5:00-6:00pm, left me feeling like another nap was in order, but Boy had made reservations at a restaurant downtown. The restaurant was Indian and everything went down great, specially at the end when he paid.
Saturday, June 15, 2019
6/15/19 Is Javalina Becoming A Social Butterfly?
Usually, this boy does not really care to have friends over, except for maybe once a month. His friends were over two weeks ago and last night he had another sleepover. We don't really mind it, Boy as I have mentioned always had a friend or two over while in his high school days. He kind of started planning this sleep over around Wednesday and yesterday before anyone arrived, he wanted my ok to walk to Target. I was a little hesitant because if something were to happen to any of the 4 kids while under my watch, the first question would be "Why were they walking like common poor people?" Ten minutes after they left Wife called and she was not happy that I let them go. We promptly headed towards Southpark Meadows. I did tell Javalina I would pick him up so he wouldn't have to walk home with cases of sodas, which is what these boys really live on.
We picked them up as they were paying, then came home with one of them in the trunk space of the Soul, if that space behind the 2nd row of seats counts as a trunk. The poor car looked as low rider as it ever has with the 4 boys and Wife and I in the front. As soon as we got home, the boys ran upstairs and we went to order some pizzas from Pizza Hut. Wife and I ate and she had had a long day and was asleep by around midnight. I slept a couple hours then came down around 1:30am and sat in the kitchen trying to write, but nothing came. I gave up around 3:00am and went back to bed.
I slept pretty good and woke up around 8:00am and next thing I heard was screaming from the back. I went and looked to see of the boys were awake or asleep and no one was in the room. I quickly figured it was probably them but I couldn't believe they were in the pool at 8:00am. I offered them breakfast, but Javalina said they had already eaten leftover pizza and not to worry about it. I sat in the kitchen again, trying to write but nada, sometimes the brain just doesn't want to give anything away. It was nice to see the boys in the water until around 9:30am. I think the water put the babies to sleep as it has been very quiet all afternoon.
We picked them up as they were paying, then came home with one of them in the trunk space of the Soul, if that space behind the 2nd row of seats counts as a trunk. The poor car looked as low rider as it ever has with the 4 boys and Wife and I in the front. As soon as we got home, the boys ran upstairs and we went to order some pizzas from Pizza Hut. Wife and I ate and she had had a long day and was asleep by around midnight. I slept a couple hours then came down around 1:30am and sat in the kitchen trying to write, but nothing came. I gave up around 3:00am and went back to bed.
I slept pretty good and woke up around 8:00am and next thing I heard was screaming from the back. I went and looked to see of the boys were awake or asleep and no one was in the room. I quickly figured it was probably them but I couldn't believe they were in the pool at 8:00am. I offered them breakfast, but Javalina said they had already eaten leftover pizza and not to worry about it. I sat in the kitchen again, trying to write but nada, sometimes the brain just doesn't want to give anything away. It was nice to see the boys in the water until around 9:30am. I think the water put the babies to sleep as it has been very quiet all afternoon.
Friday, June 14, 2019
6/14/19 Is My Four Day Weekend Really A Good Deal?
I have thought about it now for awhile about getting off this roller coaster of a lifestyle and go more normal, maybe even doing a shift where I work Monday through Friday. It was coincidental then, that my old lifting partner at work showed up early Wednesday and we talked for a good while. It was like he was reading my mind, and maybe that is because he says he has read these from time to time. Anyways, he was suggesting that I should first fight to become exempt that way my salary won't change no matter what days I work. I hadn't thought of that, because currently I work more hours the long week which gives me a few overtime hours on the long weeks. I had not figured that management would go along with that, which he says management should consider themselves lucky that I still work nights and should be trying to keep me happy since I am able to do more than anybody because I have whole access to the lab and there is nobody from the other company during my shifts.
I was pushing back while talking to him because I keep thinking I enjoy this long weekend I get every other week, but do I? This Thursday that passed was pretty much like this: I got home and insisted I felt great, so I made coffee and sat at the table to watch some YouTube and enjoy some pan dulce which Wife bought the night before. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep on the chair for maybe an hour. I went and laid down at 9:30am in bed. I got up at 1:00pm and offered Javalina lunch which again, Wife was in town the night before and she went to the store. I asked her to get me some meat to cook for lunch and she got some steak strips. I made some frozen bags of broccoli and cheese and some cauliflower rice that smelled like farts when I opened the bag. After eating and determining it was too hot to do anything else, I sat on the chair and probably slept another hour or two. At 5:00pm, I decided I should go lay down awhile which I did in the guest room. I stayed down for an hour or so. I was up again at 6:30 calling Wife to see what time she would get here. She called back at 7:00pm that she had just gotten on I-35. I sat in the kitchen trying to write and looking at bad videos on youtube. I finally got up at 8:40pm, went and mingled with the boys knowing Wife would get here any minute, peed and washed my face and teeth. Wife was coming in hungry, so we had to figure where to go eat dinner.
I felt like some pancakes, so I chose IHOP and luckily, it was fairly empty. Dinner was good and afterwards I was able to complain to them about the blog from the night before about all the homeless on that Shell gas station as they were starting to congregate on the side of the building at 11:00pm. Funny enough, everyone had a "bum" story, from Boy working downtown, to his GF working HEB, to Wife hearing stuff on the radio from San Antonio.
We got home, Wife tried watching some TV and I laid with her for awhile, but she was tired and I don't blame her, she went to the bathroom and I was out before she came back, but as usual, I woke up at 2:30am and here I am still writing this at 3:15am.
I am not sure, but my coworker who was on nights for about 3-4 years says going to an 8 hour M-F shift is nothing. He says I could do an 8 hour shift on 4 hours sleep and have the rest of the day to sleep and have more of a normal life. All I know is that what I am doing right now is not normal, but I don't see a reason to get normal until Wife gets her big butt back to Austin. I might lose Thursday to my zombie feelings, but Friday through Sunday can be more productive, sometimes.
I was pushing back while talking to him because I keep thinking I enjoy this long weekend I get every other week, but do I? This Thursday that passed was pretty much like this: I got home and insisted I felt great, so I made coffee and sat at the table to watch some YouTube and enjoy some pan dulce which Wife bought the night before. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep on the chair for maybe an hour. I went and laid down at 9:30am in bed. I got up at 1:00pm and offered Javalina lunch which again, Wife was in town the night before and she went to the store. I asked her to get me some meat to cook for lunch and she got some steak strips. I made some frozen bags of broccoli and cheese and some cauliflower rice that smelled like farts when I opened the bag. After eating and determining it was too hot to do anything else, I sat on the chair and probably slept another hour or two. At 5:00pm, I decided I should go lay down awhile which I did in the guest room. I stayed down for an hour or so. I was up again at 6:30 calling Wife to see what time she would get here. She called back at 7:00pm that she had just gotten on I-35. I sat in the kitchen trying to write and looking at bad videos on youtube. I finally got up at 8:40pm, went and mingled with the boys knowing Wife would get here any minute, peed and washed my face and teeth. Wife was coming in hungry, so we had to figure where to go eat dinner.
I felt like some pancakes, so I chose IHOP and luckily, it was fairly empty. Dinner was good and afterwards I was able to complain to them about the blog from the night before about all the homeless on that Shell gas station as they were starting to congregate on the side of the building at 11:00pm. Funny enough, everyone had a "bum" story, from Boy working downtown, to his GF working HEB, to Wife hearing stuff on the radio from San Antonio.
We got home, Wife tried watching some TV and I laid with her for awhile, but she was tired and I don't blame her, she went to the bathroom and I was out before she came back, but as usual, I woke up at 2:30am and here I am still writing this at 3:15am.
I am not sure, but my coworker who was on nights for about 3-4 years says going to an 8 hour M-F shift is nothing. He says I could do an 8 hour shift on 4 hours sleep and have the rest of the day to sleep and have more of a normal life. All I know is that what I am doing right now is not normal, but I don't see a reason to get normal until Wife gets her big butt back to Austin. I might lose Thursday to my zombie feelings, but Friday through Sunday can be more productive, sometimes.
Thursday, June 13, 2019
6/13/19 The Homeless Are People, But Gassing Up At Night Is Still Sketchy?
After seeing Sgt Will Gardner on Netflix I was having second thoughts about the homeless population. They may seem a scary bunch but it isn't entirely their fault that they are living in the conditions and manner they are living in. I was even thinking how it might be cool to befriend one of these guys unlike in the movies and treat them compassionately and pay them to cut the lawn or whatever other odd jobs I could come up with, but then I end up running low on gas and deciding I should stop for gas at 2:30am at one of the area gas stations and forget that!
It is slightly intimidating if you have to actually go in the store part of the gas station. Luckily, I can pay at the pump and generally stay by my car in case things get screwy. I stopped at the Shell over by the Home Depot, which is a gas station I never use because I always fill up on the way home, not on the way to work, but since the little light came on and the Excursion is such a gas guzzler, I didn't want to make the ~16 mile trip with the remaining gas. At that hour, the Shell was about the only place open. I pulled in and it is nice that they have a bunch of pumps, so I didn't have to wait, so I parked and scanned the area for anything too scary to get off, then I went for it.
I ran my card and started the gas pumping because I really needed at least a few gallons to get me on my way. Once it started pumping, I scanned the area more slowly and I did not like what I saw. There were at least three bums by the doors not doing much but sitting there. I half expected one of them to come up and do their story of needing gas money, but luckily, they stayed where they were.
There was one guy that looked to be on his last legs and was just kind of waiting to die, maybe in his 60's, maybe younger, he was to the right of the door. To the left was a much younger dude sitting again on the floor and a I would say 20 year old sitting on the trash can just loitering. It was a nice night, unless they are like moths and attracted to the light, I say someone should shoo them away. They were at best loitering, at worst, waiting for a victim to show up and harass.
I know that after seeing the movie and the military men that are left homeless, we should have more compassion, but not at night, and not at the risk of my safety. There are just too many of these homeless guys in this area and at least they should be removed from the premises of businesses, to make it easier to shop there. I know that probably 95% of these bums are harmless, other than their hand sticking out asking for loose change, I still don't like it and in the middle of the night, it is still a little aggressive on their part.
It is slightly intimidating if you have to actually go in the store part of the gas station. Luckily, I can pay at the pump and generally stay by my car in case things get screwy. I stopped at the Shell over by the Home Depot, which is a gas station I never use because I always fill up on the way home, not on the way to work, but since the little light came on and the Excursion is such a gas guzzler, I didn't want to make the ~16 mile trip with the remaining gas. At that hour, the Shell was about the only place open. I pulled in and it is nice that they have a bunch of pumps, so I didn't have to wait, so I parked and scanned the area for anything too scary to get off, then I went for it.
I ran my card and started the gas pumping because I really needed at least a few gallons to get me on my way. Once it started pumping, I scanned the area more slowly and I did not like what I saw. There were at least three bums by the doors not doing much but sitting there. I half expected one of them to come up and do their story of needing gas money, but luckily, they stayed where they were.
There was one guy that looked to be on his last legs and was just kind of waiting to die, maybe in his 60's, maybe younger, he was to the right of the door. To the left was a much younger dude sitting again on the floor and a I would say 20 year old sitting on the trash can just loitering. It was a nice night, unless they are like moths and attracted to the light, I say someone should shoo them away. They were at best loitering, at worst, waiting for a victim to show up and harass.
I know that after seeing the movie and the military men that are left homeless, we should have more compassion, but not at night, and not at the risk of my safety. There are just too many of these homeless guys in this area and at least they should be removed from the premises of businesses, to make it easier to shop there. I know that probably 95% of these bums are harmless, other than their hand sticking out asking for loose change, I still don't like it and in the middle of the night, it is still a little aggressive on their part.
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
6/12/19 We Are Simply Not Machines?
Most of the time I don't mind working in this mind numbing facility alone, doing either the work I do now or even what I used to do, but there are a few times when I think it would be better if we just took a long break, for everyone's betterment. I have been half-assing here at work for a few weeks, specially with the boys at home. I want to stay home, stay up late, eat junk food, and watch bad movies with Wife and them. The truth is that Wife works year round too, so it isn't going to happen, that is just another cold hard fact. The best I can get to that feeling is here in July, Wife is off for two weeks, so I am going to copy her model, almost.
My plan is to take the week of 4th of July off with Wife, then she will be off the following week which she will be up here in Austin and I will work. Then on the third week, she is scheduled to go to Houston for a conference and I am going to take that week off and tag along with her. I love staying in nice hotels and cranking the A/C super cold and hiding under the heavy blankets. This would give us three weeks together, so that also sounds good. Javalina would be joining us, so I have a partner if I decide to leave the room during the day. Boy is working almost like a grown up nowadays, so he can't take the time off. Just writing down the idea of being on vacation makes me say aaahh, it's been since Spring break in March that I missed time off from work.
For the 4th of July week, I believe we are going to be in Corpus with my folks, they just dropped off their RV at a new park that we haven't tried yet, but seems cheaper in price. I am sure we could stay with them, but I don't like being crowded, so we will get a room at a nearby hotel. We have stayed at this hotel before and it was very nice and clean last time. It has been about two years since we were there, I hope everything is still ok. This should be reason enough to go get my fishing license. I would love a kayak or a canoe or something to float on the water and chase some fish but probably not this summer.
My plan is to take the week of 4th of July off with Wife, then she will be off the following week which she will be up here in Austin and I will work. Then on the third week, she is scheduled to go to Houston for a conference and I am going to take that week off and tag along with her. I love staying in nice hotels and cranking the A/C super cold and hiding under the heavy blankets. This would give us three weeks together, so that also sounds good. Javalina would be joining us, so I have a partner if I decide to leave the room during the day. Boy is working almost like a grown up nowadays, so he can't take the time off. Just writing down the idea of being on vacation makes me say aaahh, it's been since Spring break in March that I missed time off from work.
For the 4th of July week, I believe we are going to be in Corpus with my folks, they just dropped off their RV at a new park that we haven't tried yet, but seems cheaper in price. I am sure we could stay with them, but I don't like being crowded, so we will get a room at a nearby hotel. We have stayed at this hotel before and it was very nice and clean last time. It has been about two years since we were there, I hope everything is still ok. This should be reason enough to go get my fishing license. I would love a kayak or a canoe or something to float on the water and chase some fish but probably not this summer.
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
6/11/19 Fast Weekend?
Man, this weekend, came and went, I didn't even have time to write about it until Monday night. Wife, as usual came in from La Pryor Friday evening. I like to clean the house some, so that she doesn't have to stress about it, she still does, but that is on her. This week, I broke down a bunch of boxes of stuff we've been buying. I also helped Boy move all his stuff from his 3D printers into the guest room downstairs. This was nice, specially when he opened the new printer we just ordered and set it on the table in there. I also washed clothes, cleaned the shower stall, and put away boxes and bins of Halloween stuff that ended up all over the house after Girlie moved in.
I had told Wife it would be nice to go out to dinner when she took off from work, but the best we could manage Friday night was Culver's. It isn't horrible, but it isn't great for a sit down dinner with the Wife after not seeing her all week. But Javalina likes it and Wife and I are ok with it. Saturday was all about going to Wife's nephew's birthday party in San Antonio. We would have been early, but Wife went to the wrong one. After talking to her sister again, I guess she finally helped by saying the restaurant was right next to Bass Pro Shops, I mean, I only like going here every time we go down there. The meal was at 6:00pm, and afterwards we headed back home. This pretty much ate up all of Saturday, although I did get about ten minutes to go fart at Bas Pro Shops before heading back, so it was a worthwhile trip. I kid, I enjoy Wife's family, now that we understand each other, we get along very well.
I got up super early Sunday, tried to write and got nowhere. I came back to bed at 8:30am and slept until 10:00am when Wife woke me to see if I wanted to go eat breakfast before she got to work, she has started taking a couple of PhD level classes to see if she is going to enter the program or not. We ended up trying a new place up north, but it was just ok, nothing special. On the way home, we stopped at HEB and got some meat and stuff to grill. I told Wife I wanted to grill earlier than last week, when we were eating at 10:00-11:00pm. We got home, I cleaned the hallways upstairs of a couple of boxes and then came down to turn on the grill.
Surprisingly, we got a call from my sister to keep an eye on the weather and sure enough, by the time we finished grilling, the rain came at us, Hard. It seemed to rain for about an hour which was perfect to get rid of the heat in the air. it had just about gotten too humid to do anything.
I had told Wife it would be nice to go out to dinner when she took off from work, but the best we could manage Friday night was Culver's. It isn't horrible, but it isn't great for a sit down dinner with the Wife after not seeing her all week. But Javalina likes it and Wife and I are ok with it. Saturday was all about going to Wife's nephew's birthday party in San Antonio. We would have been early, but Wife went to the wrong one. After talking to her sister again, I guess she finally helped by saying the restaurant was right next to Bass Pro Shops, I mean, I only like going here every time we go down there. The meal was at 6:00pm, and afterwards we headed back home. This pretty much ate up all of Saturday, although I did get about ten minutes to go fart at Bas Pro Shops before heading back, so it was a worthwhile trip. I kid, I enjoy Wife's family, now that we understand each other, we get along very well.
I got up super early Sunday, tried to write and got nowhere. I came back to bed at 8:30am and slept until 10:00am when Wife woke me to see if I wanted to go eat breakfast before she got to work, she has started taking a couple of PhD level classes to see if she is going to enter the program or not. We ended up trying a new place up north, but it was just ok, nothing special. On the way home, we stopped at HEB and got some meat and stuff to grill. I told Wife I wanted to grill earlier than last week, when we were eating at 10:00-11:00pm. We got home, I cleaned the hallways upstairs of a couple of boxes and then came down to turn on the grill.
Surprisingly, we got a call from my sister to keep an eye on the weather and sure enough, by the time we finished grilling, the rain came at us, Hard. It seemed to rain for about an hour which was perfect to get rid of the heat in the air. it had just about gotten too humid to do anything.
Monday, June 10, 2019
6/10/19 Be Successful So You Can Carry The Weak Ones?
This one is a little weird but as far as I see it, it seems true. The idiots, n'er do wells and even the shit people are going to slowly overtake us (the ones that strive to succeed), just by sheer numbers alone. Not only do stupid and incompetent people reproduce at a higher volume than the "smart" people, we could say well, leave them to their own devices and eventually we would see the "dumb" crowd having higher death rates just from them taking foolish chances and maybe bringing their gene pool under control. The truth of the matter is that we are all interconnected and even when we label and recognize the troublemakers, there is little to be done about it.
This weekend, we met up with Wife's family and one of them had an extra baby. I slowly thought was she pregnant and I hadn't noticed because she almost has a basketball team in her house? No, it seems for the second time in about five years, they are having to help lighten the load for another family member and putting the terrible burden of care for a relative's baby/kid in their house. I am not even sure where this baby comes from, but it always seems to be the same story, right? You have a big house and the resources to help your cousin/nephew/uncle/whatever as he goes through his addiction to (lame story here), so why don't you do the right thing? God will almost surely thank you for it.
Luckily for them, they are financially strong and can take on the burden of a kid and not lose a step. I am honestly happy for them and I guess glad for the child that they are who they are and are willing to do what they do. On the other hand, the shit parents of said child get to go on being the shit people they have always been, if they choose, or if they want to, they could get their collective heads out of their asses and do the right thing. There really is no punishment for the assholes that irresponsibly bring life into this world, only to mistreat it. The really horrible part is that we "good parents/people think these scumbags think like us, that they will feel for the child, that they want what is best for the child. Nope! If that was the case, the state wouldn't be trying to put the kid in foster care or whatever.
The older kid they took care of, was pretty much the same story. It is really shitty to see this, at least in the first case, the father was suitable to take parental ownership, even if most people think a child should be with their mother.
This weekend, we met up with Wife's family and one of them had an extra baby. I slowly thought was she pregnant and I hadn't noticed because she almost has a basketball team in her house? No, it seems for the second time in about five years, they are having to help lighten the load for another family member and putting the terrible burden of care for a relative's baby/kid in their house. I am not even sure where this baby comes from, but it always seems to be the same story, right? You have a big house and the resources to help your cousin/nephew/uncle/whatever as he goes through his addiction to (lame story here), so why don't you do the right thing? God will almost surely thank you for it.
Luckily for them, they are financially strong and can take on the burden of a kid and not lose a step. I am honestly happy for them and I guess glad for the child that they are who they are and are willing to do what they do. On the other hand, the shit parents of said child get to go on being the shit people they have always been, if they choose, or if they want to, they could get their collective heads out of their asses and do the right thing. There really is no punishment for the assholes that irresponsibly bring life into this world, only to mistreat it. The really horrible part is that we "good parents/people think these scumbags think like us, that they will feel for the child, that they want what is best for the child. Nope! If that was the case, the state wouldn't be trying to put the kid in foster care or whatever.
The older kid they took care of, was pretty much the same story. It is really shitty to see this, at least in the first case, the father was suitable to take parental ownership, even if most people think a child should be with their mother.
Sunday, June 9, 2019
6/9/19 Mediocre Restaurant?
I didn't want to use the word shitty because we didn't get sick, but man, nothing about the meal we had yesterday struck us as original or good. We went to Trigo or Traigo or something like that, it was hard to read the sign in the flashy font they used. I use the word mediocre because again, nothing was horrible, but everything seemed off. First off, there are three of them in town and Wife assumed it was the closest one to my in-law's house, but after arriving, we found out there was no one there. Wife then called knucklehead sister and she kept describing it as "it is in the Rim shopping center." Not to be mean, but the young idiot should have said next to Bass Pro Shops, they know I try to go there every time we go down there. We literally parked in the Bass ProShops parking lot amongst the boats in plastic covers since all the parking for the restaurant seemed to be by valet, I'm not paying to park.
That was strike 1, the next one was the heat. The main doors faced the sunset, so the whole entrance area was covered in nothing but 101 degree sun and heat. It wasn't bad enough they sat us with my back to the tortilla makers and their hot stove, but every time the door opened, it was like being greeted by the desert, I half expected a vulture or a snake to roam in. It never felt cool or comfortable to sit there.
Wife had looked at the menu beforehand and mentioned The Works Fajitas came with cheese to dip the chips as an appetizer, then we were to have a mixture of beef and chicken with fried onions and bell peppers, a side plate with rice, beans, guacamole, salsa, and to finish a slice of chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream. This sounded awesome, if the delivery were only so good. The cheese looked like it had too much water and runny. Wife gave up on the beef as they had no flavor. I gave up on the chicken as I thought it was a bit like plastic. The tortillas, even though they seemed to be made onsite were nothing special either.
The best part of our meal was probably the chocolate cake, it was honestly good and then they added some cinnamon to the vanilla ice cream giving it a different taste. Wife said the chocolate cake was made with "abuelita's chocolate" which gives it that different taste as well. I would say maybe I was wrong and influenced by the heat and being uncomfortable, but then the boys both told us in the car that their meals were kind of lame and there was nothing to them.
Maybe going when it wasn't as hot and maybe getting a different plate would/could have made things better, it is hard to find that many things wrong at once. The rest was good. Our waitress kept bringing drinks and chips and stuff. The food came out fast enough and we had more than one person bringing us drinks, so everyone was attended to quickly, it's just the meal itself was very meh.
That was strike 1, the next one was the heat. The main doors faced the sunset, so the whole entrance area was covered in nothing but 101 degree sun and heat. It wasn't bad enough they sat us with my back to the tortilla makers and their hot stove, but every time the door opened, it was like being greeted by the desert, I half expected a vulture or a snake to roam in. It never felt cool or comfortable to sit there.
Wife had looked at the menu beforehand and mentioned The Works Fajitas came with cheese to dip the chips as an appetizer, then we were to have a mixture of beef and chicken with fried onions and bell peppers, a side plate with rice, beans, guacamole, salsa, and to finish a slice of chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream. This sounded awesome, if the delivery were only so good. The cheese looked like it had too much water and runny. Wife gave up on the beef as they had no flavor. I gave up on the chicken as I thought it was a bit like plastic. The tortillas, even though they seemed to be made onsite were nothing special either.
The best part of our meal was probably the chocolate cake, it was honestly good and then they added some cinnamon to the vanilla ice cream giving it a different taste. Wife said the chocolate cake was made with "abuelita's chocolate" which gives it that different taste as well. I would say maybe I was wrong and influenced by the heat and being uncomfortable, but then the boys both told us in the car that their meals were kind of lame and there was nothing to them.
Maybe going when it wasn't as hot and maybe getting a different plate would/could have made things better, it is hard to find that many things wrong at once. The rest was good. Our waitress kept bringing drinks and chips and stuff. The food came out fast enough and we had more than one person bringing us drinks, so everyone was attended to quickly, it's just the meal itself was very meh.
Saturday, June 8, 2019
6/8/19 The Art Of The Thank You Note?
I got a thank you note yesterday from my cousin for going to his graduation and the gifts we gave him. I thought this was very cool of him, nowadays this seems to be something becoming a bit of a rarity. I especially liked that "my words" had stayed with him longer than the meal and I had given him something good to reflect upon. Other than giving him a nice leather bound Holy Bible and a $50 gift card to Best Buy, I also added a personal note on my thoughts of what graduation has meant to me and hopefully it eventually means to him.
I find it interesting that this cousin and the older brother have grown up around us all their lives but have never gotten into the whole competitive "dick-ish" qualities that me and my siblings thrive in. They are both genuinely nice guys if we had to use one word to define them. His plan is to stay in school, and I don't know if that means at UTSA or if he is applying at other schools farther away.
Back to the note, it was better to me that it was a traditional paper and pen. He could've opted for a quickie text, but I wouldn't have thought much of that.
When is a thank you note appropriate? I think one is appropriate if the people coming to your event have to dress nicer than normal, such as graduations and weddings. For me, it meant I had to find my one pant that fits as I rarely even wear pants. I am in shorts 99% of the time. And usually even if we go with our regular pants, we will probably still go get new shirts and my boys will definitely be wearing new clothes since they are my favorite accessories. So, yes, if I am expected to be a cool family member going to your event, and I had to get the whole family into nice new outfits, then yes, I expect and appreciate a hand written letter. Thank you very much.
Friday, June 7, 2019
6/7/19 Magical Shelf And A Little Extra Cash?
For the first time in a long time, I find myself with a little extra cash in my pocket. To get here, has been a bit of careful planning and a little coercion. Girlie and her BF are staying with us and they are paying me rent money. They were only going to stay for a couple of weeks while they found another place, but I told them it would be cheaper for them to stay with us and so far, the extra money has come in perfectly. I don't see that they bother us hardly. I am not even home that much during the week, and most weekends they are out and about doing what young people do.
I had also talked to Boy that because he got a promotion at work, he would be helping pay for his car, at least over the summer. They are really compensating him well and honestly, he has no bills, other than his cell phone and the gas card I make him pay. An extra $457 that he pays me three times over the summer is really going to help me out.
I just moved some furniture around the guest room downstairs and we have this tall-ish shelf unit we bought about fifteen years ago at Pottery Barn. Wife has used it to store the extra candles, soaps, lotions, and things like that that don't necessarily fit in the bathroom. I want to go full bore with the idea, have maybe ten toothpastes, candles to get us through a winter storm, soaps, all the toiletries a house requires. It is much easier if my job is to focus on keeping this thing stocked, then I know that the bathrooms have everything they need. I figure $100 will fill up the shelf pretty easily.
The rest of the money goes back to all our little stashes that we used to have. It had been a pretty rough past year. We have been siphoning every last dollar from everywhere we could. Javalina had a little wallet from last time we had gone to Florida and with Grandma's and aunts and uncles and birthdays, he had about six hundred dollars. Even that was taken by us when we had no choice. I told him I would replace it with an extra hundred by the time we go back to Florida, hopefully by next summer.
I know that my folks and family like the house to be empty and that can be nice, if they visited every other week, but the truth of the matter is that they might come up twice a year, so I refuse to have both bedrooms empty for what amounts to 2-3 busy weekends. I find comfort in having Girlie and the BF here, even after I agreed to let his dog come over. Javalina loves the dog and he does bark when he hears someone at the door, so it makes me feel better when Javalina has to be home alone.
So, overall, my wallet is fatter, my storage supplies of back-up money are filling, we have a pretty good looking guard dog that has not barked at me once, and I like having life in my house, so everything is looking good.
I had also talked to Boy that because he got a promotion at work, he would be helping pay for his car, at least over the summer. They are really compensating him well and honestly, he has no bills, other than his cell phone and the gas card I make him pay. An extra $457 that he pays me three times over the summer is really going to help me out.
I just moved some furniture around the guest room downstairs and we have this tall-ish shelf unit we bought about fifteen years ago at Pottery Barn. Wife has used it to store the extra candles, soaps, lotions, and things like that that don't necessarily fit in the bathroom. I want to go full bore with the idea, have maybe ten toothpastes, candles to get us through a winter storm, soaps, all the toiletries a house requires. It is much easier if my job is to focus on keeping this thing stocked, then I know that the bathrooms have everything they need. I figure $100 will fill up the shelf pretty easily.
The rest of the money goes back to all our little stashes that we used to have. It had been a pretty rough past year. We have been siphoning every last dollar from everywhere we could. Javalina had a little wallet from last time we had gone to Florida and with Grandma's and aunts and uncles and birthdays, he had about six hundred dollars. Even that was taken by us when we had no choice. I told him I would replace it with an extra hundred by the time we go back to Florida, hopefully by next summer.
I know that my folks and family like the house to be empty and that can be nice, if they visited every other week, but the truth of the matter is that they might come up twice a year, so I refuse to have both bedrooms empty for what amounts to 2-3 busy weekends. I find comfort in having Girlie and the BF here, even after I agreed to let his dog come over. Javalina loves the dog and he does bark when he hears someone at the door, so it makes me feel better when Javalina has to be home alone.
So, overall, my wallet is fatter, my storage supplies of back-up money are filling, we have a pretty good looking guard dog that has not barked at me once, and I like having life in my house, so everything is looking good.
Thursday, June 6, 2019
6/6/19 D-Day Thoughts?
While I was driving to work, I heard the chatter from one of the radio DJs about D-Day coming up. I was unaware it was today, but at least I know what it is. It is the day we attacked the Germans in WWII through Normandy, France. A great illustration of the landing was given to us in the movie Saving Private Ryan. They spend about fifteen minutes getting from the boats in the water to attacking and taking out the guys in fortified bunkers. There was a great loss of life on that beach, whole platoons of soldiers were lost in the water as some of the landing vehicles didn't even make it to landfall, but it was necessary and it turned the war in our favor.
I guess in honor of that, I decided to watch a movie about an army guy. I landed on Sgt. Will Gardner just randomly and it certainly wasn't a funny movie. The main character Will is a shell of his former self, living on the streets, trying to get by on booze and really trying to forgive himself for the death of his best friend who died fighting by his side. It takes a while to figure this out as his friend keeps popping up to talk with him throughout the movie, but it is only in his head.
The story is kind of typical. He went all out and did what he was supposed to do and for his efforts, he lost his friend and has no relationship with his ex-wife and Son. He sort of starts coming out of his personal prison towards the end of the movie and he starts realizing he is at his best when he is helping out his brothers. We get to see the night his friend died as he relives it over and over. If he can only get past this roadblock, he might get to a place where he can help others.
He mentions that he has TBI, Traumatic Brain Injury, which because he was not left crippled physically, he gets less compassion than he would or should. I am fortunate in that I have never had to be involved in anything of the sort of military, but I can imagine just be near the concussion of artillery and heavy bombs can rattle one to their core. Throw in the occasional friend getting shredded to pieces with nothing you can do, and I do believe a fair percentage of these men are left forever changed. My dad served in Vietnam, and mom said it took him a while to get back to normal and he walked away without any "injuries" to himself. One of the guys said it best. The military was good to my family and I, it put food on the table and a roof over our head. The VA, though, has a long way to go before it can compare itself, it is sorely lacking in providing proper anything.
I have long had an aversion to the homeless people, realizing this is best where you could find them. I just wish we lived in a better society that took care of the truly sick.
I guess in honor of that, I decided to watch a movie about an army guy. I landed on Sgt. Will Gardner just randomly and it certainly wasn't a funny movie. The main character Will is a shell of his former self, living on the streets, trying to get by on booze and really trying to forgive himself for the death of his best friend who died fighting by his side. It takes a while to figure this out as his friend keeps popping up to talk with him throughout the movie, but it is only in his head.
The story is kind of typical. He went all out and did what he was supposed to do and for his efforts, he lost his friend and has no relationship with his ex-wife and Son. He sort of starts coming out of his personal prison towards the end of the movie and he starts realizing he is at his best when he is helping out his brothers. We get to see the night his friend died as he relives it over and over. If he can only get past this roadblock, he might get to a place where he can help others.
He mentions that he has TBI, Traumatic Brain Injury, which because he was not left crippled physically, he gets less compassion than he would or should. I am fortunate in that I have never had to be involved in anything of the sort of military, but I can imagine just be near the concussion of artillery and heavy bombs can rattle one to their core. Throw in the occasional friend getting shredded to pieces with nothing you can do, and I do believe a fair percentage of these men are left forever changed. My dad served in Vietnam, and mom said it took him a while to get back to normal and he walked away without any "injuries" to himself. One of the guys said it best. The military was good to my family and I, it put food on the table and a roof over our head. The VA, though, has a long way to go before it can compare itself, it is sorely lacking in providing proper anything.
I have long had an aversion to the homeless people, realizing this is best where you could find them. I just wish we lived in a better society that took care of the truly sick.
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
6/5/19 Now To Create The Next Great Plastic Gadget?
If I understand correctly, all these 3D printers are great for making plastic demo parts that can then be mass produced by other techniques. I am slowly getting interested in them because Boy is trying to get a business going in which he makes parts as requested or even to lend out time on his printers by having a customer send him files and he just prints up what the customer needs.
One of the more interesting things the printer has been used for is making a homemade pasta maker. It is fancy enough that there are wooden parts to flatten the pasta, and also hardened plastic parts that do the work of interacting with other parts. This finally kind of made sense. Boy is currently making "boxes" for his company but of course they are for examples and utility practice. If they need 1000 copies, there are cheaper ways to get them done.
This makes me wonder if it is too late? I remember working with my uncle for about three summers and he had an idea for a container which would put mud on the roll that is used to cover the seams where the sheet rock meets. I understood what he meant, but back in 1990, I had no idea how one would go about making something, even as simple as that. Now, I think I could talk with Boy and he could have a prototype done over a weekend, but I am not sure if this thing already exists.
With enough creativity, I guess one can pretty much make anything. I was watching a guy make a real shooting .38cal handgun. It was all plastic, except for the liner tube in the chamber and the pin, which was merely a nail cut to the right size to strike the primer on the bullet when the level is pulled, which was under tension from rubber bands. Boy quickly told me guns are illegal to manufacture in this way.
I have also been introduced to so many other tools, some even work with carbon fiber, which is super strong yet super light, and some of these tools will cut metal as easily as plastic with a variety of cutting devices, from high pressure water, to lasers. I guess we are pretty much living in the future, if lasers really are tools we use on a day to day. I am just excited Boy has gotten us involved, even if just as spectators, for now.
One of the more interesting things the printer has been used for is making a homemade pasta maker. It is fancy enough that there are wooden parts to flatten the pasta, and also hardened plastic parts that do the work of interacting with other parts. This finally kind of made sense. Boy is currently making "boxes" for his company but of course they are for examples and utility practice. If they need 1000 copies, there are cheaper ways to get them done.
This makes me wonder if it is too late? I remember working with my uncle for about three summers and he had an idea for a container which would put mud on the roll that is used to cover the seams where the sheet rock meets. I understood what he meant, but back in 1990, I had no idea how one would go about making something, even as simple as that. Now, I think I could talk with Boy and he could have a prototype done over a weekend, but I am not sure if this thing already exists.
With enough creativity, I guess one can pretty much make anything. I was watching a guy make a real shooting .38cal handgun. It was all plastic, except for the liner tube in the chamber and the pin, which was merely a nail cut to the right size to strike the primer on the bullet when the level is pulled, which was under tension from rubber bands. Boy quickly told me guns are illegal to manufacture in this way.
I have also been introduced to so many other tools, some even work with carbon fiber, which is super strong yet super light, and some of these tools will cut metal as easily as plastic with a variety of cutting devices, from high pressure water, to lasers. I guess we are pretty much living in the future, if lasers really are tools we use on a day to day. I am just excited Boy has gotten us involved, even if just as spectators, for now.
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
6/4/19 Anticipation?
This is a weird one, but here we go. About a month and a half ago, Girlie and her BF moved in. She has already stayed with us 3-4 different times and I figured the BF would not add much to the equation. For the most part, I have been correct. He is conversational, he can be funny, and as a bonus he has taken on the summer training of Javalina, as far as running and even lifting weights while I sleep. Well, the hiccup came when I tried to clear out the room next to Boy, so they could use it. Boy had set up his 2 3D printers in the room and I didn't think it was a big deal to unplug them and move them from upstairs to the bedroom downstairs, but oh man, did I get a bag of shit thrown at me for being irresponsible. Wife talked to me like I was a child for about two weeks. This of course makes me feel bad and I start wondering how I can fix the problem.
My thought was to get them a third printer, but after a few days of fidgeting with it, he was able to clean up his printer so the thought died down, figuring I'd save me some money. Well, he managed to use it and even got a project completed which paid him a nice $1000 commission, which is how he paid me his gas credit card bill with since he skipped a few days of work for his finals exams.
This is where the BF enters the pic. In talking to Girlie, I heard her complaining to the BF that he spends too much time playing games. To me, it just sounded like there is only one TV in their room so if he is gaming, then she is stuck watching him do it. I extended the use of any of the other rooms to watch TV during the evenings, specially when Wife and I aren't even around. I told the BF that he could set up his games and stuff in the guest room downstairs, to give them more room. I mean from what I hear, he plays the same games the boys play, I thought he'll come down with an Xbox or his PS4 and connect to the TV in the room, we have big TVs in all our rooms. Well, for some reason, he decided he needed the table where the smaller 3D printer was and he moved it, but this time it was full of resin, Boy was getting ready to run a project that weekend. The resin spilled and now they have been cleaning it over and over again for two weeks and it seems to want to work, but so far it hasn't.
I finally said F*** it and asked him which printer he wanted, hoping it would be one of the ones in the $1000 range, but he said he really wanted the same one because it has a bigger space it can print in. I put the order in at $2850 for the next generation printer like the one they had and hopefully they can pick up where they were and start doing work again. I did bring up with Boy since this one is more advanced than the one he had and he had only spent $800 on the one we damaged, that when they start getting profitable, I'd like about $1000 paid back. He agreed that sounded reasonable because this would solve a couple of problems so his partner wouldn't have to use the printers he has at work.
I mentioned to the BF that I had ordered a new printer and he did admit it was his fault, so he would pay some part of it which sounds good to me. The anticipation is that it arrives today and I want to see what $2850 buys you. Boy had his GF sleep over so she could be here to answer the door, he doesn't want to take chances the delivery guys just leave it outside.
My thought was to get them a third printer, but after a few days of fidgeting with it, he was able to clean up his printer so the thought died down, figuring I'd save me some money. Well, he managed to use it and even got a project completed which paid him a nice $1000 commission, which is how he paid me his gas credit card bill with since he skipped a few days of work for his finals exams.
This is where the BF enters the pic. In talking to Girlie, I heard her complaining to the BF that he spends too much time playing games. To me, it just sounded like there is only one TV in their room so if he is gaming, then she is stuck watching him do it. I extended the use of any of the other rooms to watch TV during the evenings, specially when Wife and I aren't even around. I told the BF that he could set up his games and stuff in the guest room downstairs, to give them more room. I mean from what I hear, he plays the same games the boys play, I thought he'll come down with an Xbox or his PS4 and connect to the TV in the room, we have big TVs in all our rooms. Well, for some reason, he decided he needed the table where the smaller 3D printer was and he moved it, but this time it was full of resin, Boy was getting ready to run a project that weekend. The resin spilled and now they have been cleaning it over and over again for two weeks and it seems to want to work, but so far it hasn't.
I finally said F*** it and asked him which printer he wanted, hoping it would be one of the ones in the $1000 range, but he said he really wanted the same one because it has a bigger space it can print in. I put the order in at $2850 for the next generation printer like the one they had and hopefully they can pick up where they were and start doing work again. I did bring up with Boy since this one is more advanced than the one he had and he had only spent $800 on the one we damaged, that when they start getting profitable, I'd like about $1000 paid back. He agreed that sounded reasonable because this would solve a couple of problems so his partner wouldn't have to use the printers he has at work.
I mentioned to the BF that I had ordered a new printer and he did admit it was his fault, so he would pay some part of it which sounds good to me. The anticipation is that it arrives today and I want to see what $2850 buys you. Boy had his GF sleep over so she could be here to answer the door, he doesn't want to take chances the delivery guys just leave it outside.
Monday, June 3, 2019
6/3/19 Pyrex Goes Poof?
I had already labeled Sunday a relaxing day and my plan was to do as little as possible. We went to bed a little late and I did manage to sleep until 10:30am, but got up mostly because Wife wanted to feed the kids before they left from the sleepover. I started the bag of hash browns and eventually added the sausage meat all shredded up. While I did all that, Wife started a crock pot full of homemade beans, and then she prepped our small brisket for the evening. She did it like she always does, luckily. She puts a bunch of spices and stuff on the meat, then wraps it with foil. She placed it in our Pyrex glass pan and put it in the oven with about a half inch of water all around. Everything was going great, we ate tacos, the kids got picked up, I was writing and Wife was reading for work and stuff, she is always Miss Busy. I then got the urge to go shower and stuff and about 10 minutes later while I was washing my head, Javalina comes in to say that the dish holding the brisket just broke and that I had to go help clean it. Umm, why do I need to always be involved in clean up? I said I'd be down in a minute, but she better not throw away my brisket.
I came down to the oven being completely cleaned by Wife. She had my shop vacuum and was about halfway inside the oven. It would have been the perfect time to take out a bruja the ole oven way.
The glass shards made it all the way down into the warming tray way below where people normally store pans and crap. Everything had to come out and get washed before Wife would be satisfied with the cleaning. After all the cleaning she looked at the brisket and was thinking about throwing it away. I said nope, I don't think so. I will take the chance with a couple of pieces of glass and eat that big hunk of meat, alone If I have to.
My question is why do we even have a glass pan? I know Pyrex is made specifically for heating but it is still glass and all glass will eventually break. We use Pyrex glass in our lab, but we don't have a choice there because some chemicals react with plastic ware and some will "etch" the glassware. The best way to avoid this problem would be just use a metal pan, which we have some. Wife always buys an extra foil disposable pan for cooking turkeys, so after she was satisfied the foil was not breached by glass, she moved the turkey over and continued cooking.
Dinner was awesome. It had been a long time since she had made homemade beans and they tasted so good, with an almost buttery aftertaste. The brisket with just a hint of BBQ sauce was also melt in your mouth good. I never care for the rice, but man, that was a good dinner and a lesson. I will go hunting for a new deep pan to replace the just broken glass one, but I will be looking for metal.
I came down to the oven being completely cleaned by Wife. She had my shop vacuum and was about halfway inside the oven. It would have been the perfect time to take out a bruja the ole oven way.
The glass shards made it all the way down into the warming tray way below where people normally store pans and crap. Everything had to come out and get washed before Wife would be satisfied with the cleaning. After all the cleaning she looked at the brisket and was thinking about throwing it away. I said nope, I don't think so. I will take the chance with a couple of pieces of glass and eat that big hunk of meat, alone If I have to.
My question is why do we even have a glass pan? I know Pyrex is made specifically for heating but it is still glass and all glass will eventually break. We use Pyrex glass in our lab, but we don't have a choice there because some chemicals react with plastic ware and some will "etch" the glassware. The best way to avoid this problem would be just use a metal pan, which we have some. Wife always buys an extra foil disposable pan for cooking turkeys, so after she was satisfied the foil was not breached by glass, she moved the turkey over and continued cooking.
Dinner was awesome. It had been a long time since she had made homemade beans and they tasted so good, with an almost buttery aftertaste. The brisket with just a hint of BBQ sauce was also melt in your mouth good. I never care for the rice, but man, that was a good dinner and a lesson. I will go hunting for a new deep pan to replace the just broken glass one, but I will be looking for metal.
Sunday, June 2, 2019
6/2/19 Javalina Party?
Our younger boy had an end of year party a week late. He was trying to get it organized for the Saturday right after school ended, but most of his friends had prior plans. No problem. He rescheduled the party and after attending the party for the kid Friday night at Altitude, he even invited that kid over, so he had about 8 boys here last night. I'm not saying one was better than the other, but they are different. Where Boy had a friend here pretty much every weekend and if we didn't say anything, some would stay longer, Javalina has always been more of a once semester as far as sleep overs. He likes hanging with his friends, but that boy needs to decompress by himself for a day after they leave. We found this out on the first or second sleepover he had. We thought it easy to make it a two night event instead of what started out as one night. He had a mild panic attack and cried because he wanted everybody gone.
He is much better now, but his sleepovers are still one night and done. As soon as the last kid left around noon, he took a shower and he has been lounging on the sofa and guest bedroom downstairs. It feels nice, he is close by but not necessarily on our lap. As a matter of fact, Wife got after Boy for starting little projects and he has had small table which he had said he was going to take apart and strip so he could repaint it. Mama jumped on that boy, saying if he didn't finish that project this weekend, she would be throwing the table away next week, when she came back. Boy is about done painting right about now (4:20pm).
As far as Javalina's party, it went about as good as we could have hoped for. Wife and I went to go get meat and supplies for a BBQ at 5:30pm. Javalina stayed here in case the friends started showing up. By the time we came, they were all swimming in the pool. I quickly cut the watermelon we bought and took it out so they could have some while in the pool. I then got to making the jalapeno bombers which actually are a pain in the ass to make. In the meanwhile, I told Boy to get the grill started, which he did. Eventually, we got some chicken wings going, some corn on the cob, burgers, sausages, and some pork pieces. Everything was good last night, other than we were eating around 10:30pm. At the same time all this was going on, Girlie was trying to get us buzzed or drunk. I had a few coolers that I mixed with Jägermeister and that got a buzz going pretty quickly. We were up and in bed by 2:30am.
He is much better now, but his sleepovers are still one night and done. As soon as the last kid left around noon, he took a shower and he has been lounging on the sofa and guest bedroom downstairs. It feels nice, he is close by but not necessarily on our lap. As a matter of fact, Wife got after Boy for starting little projects and he has had small table which he had said he was going to take apart and strip so he could repaint it. Mama jumped on that boy, saying if he didn't finish that project this weekend, she would be throwing the table away next week, when she came back. Boy is about done painting right about now (4:20pm).
As far as Javalina's party, it went about as good as we could have hoped for. Wife and I went to go get meat and supplies for a BBQ at 5:30pm. Javalina stayed here in case the friends started showing up. By the time we came, they were all swimming in the pool. I quickly cut the watermelon we bought and took it out so they could have some while in the pool. I then got to making the jalapeno bombers which actually are a pain in the ass to make. In the meanwhile, I told Boy to get the grill started, which he did. Eventually, we got some chicken wings going, some corn on the cob, burgers, sausages, and some pork pieces. Everything was good last night, other than we were eating around 10:30pm. At the same time all this was going on, Girlie was trying to get us buzzed or drunk. I had a few coolers that I mixed with Jägermeister and that got a buzz going pretty quickly. We were up and in bed by 2:30am.
6/1/19 Bringing Our Backyard Back To Life?
I wasn't sure how far we would get into working on the yard this week. I don't like pushing the boys, specially when we have to be out in the heat. But then I noticed Boy stayed home and he didn't get up until Javalina went and knocked on his door. I was almost thinking they were sick in bed, they were making weird foods the night before with a bunch of loaves of homemade bread and pickled carrots and other vegetables. It turns out he was just taking the day off because he is going from one department to another at work and his current boss, who he has had problems with has had him doing inventory and other work he thinks are just busy work. On Monday, he starts with a new supervisor doing a slightly different task (at the higher salary), so he figures he will make the difference up in a couple days.
That is all I needed. Two lazy boys in the house equals my lawn mowed. I sent the boys out and then I followed with the trimmer. I had already drained the hot tub of its green ugly old water at 9:00 or 10:00am. This was my only plan for the day. The pool has already been clean for a week. I wanted everything clean and ready to entertain because Javalina was having his biggest gathering/sleepover yet. I felt kind of like a vampire as I was finishing on the hot tub and the sun was coming over the house about 11:00am.
The day was super long. After I finished with the hot tub, we cut the grass, and even managed to jump in the water to clean it up of the debris kicked up by the mower. Meanwhile, there was clothes moving through the washer and I even got Girlie's BF involved by having him vacuum and going outside and picking up dog poop. At a certain point, we had to cut the activity because Javalina had a party at Altitude, which is another version of Jumpoline. It was fun to watch him bounce around for a good half hour. The party was for 2 hours, so I figured I'd drop him off, go to Home Depot so I could walk around slowly, then come back and catch the tail end of the party.
I thought it was very interesting that the kid's dad also worked at AMD (now Cypress), started in 1996, worked in Fab14, and had been on night shift for over 20 years. He said he had the same problems I have. His family doesn't even take him to the movies because he will fall asleep every time. He said he barely has friends because everywhere he goes, he tends to fall asleep too. It's like we were carved from the same stone. It was almost scary in how similar our lives were.
We ended the evening by picking up Wendy's and waiting for Wife to get home. She took extra long because it was graduation night, but she eventually got here a few minutes after midnight. I know we sat and talked while she ate, but I was in zombie mode by that time.
That is all I needed. Two lazy boys in the house equals my lawn mowed. I sent the boys out and then I followed with the trimmer. I had already drained the hot tub of its green ugly old water at 9:00 or 10:00am. This was my only plan for the day. The pool has already been clean for a week. I wanted everything clean and ready to entertain because Javalina was having his biggest gathering/sleepover yet. I felt kind of like a vampire as I was finishing on the hot tub and the sun was coming over the house about 11:00am.
The day was super long. After I finished with the hot tub, we cut the grass, and even managed to jump in the water to clean it up of the debris kicked up by the mower. Meanwhile, there was clothes moving through the washer and I even got Girlie's BF involved by having him vacuum and going outside and picking up dog poop. At a certain point, we had to cut the activity because Javalina had a party at Altitude, which is another version of Jumpoline. It was fun to watch him bounce around for a good half hour. The party was for 2 hours, so I figured I'd drop him off, go to Home Depot so I could walk around slowly, then come back and catch the tail end of the party.
I thought it was very interesting that the kid's dad also worked at AMD (now Cypress), started in 1996, worked in Fab14, and had been on night shift for over 20 years. He said he had the same problems I have. His family doesn't even take him to the movies because he will fall asleep every time. He said he barely has friends because everywhere he goes, he tends to fall asleep too. It's like we were carved from the same stone. It was almost scary in how similar our lives were.
We ended the evening by picking up Wendy's and waiting for Wife to get home. She took extra long because it was graduation night, but she eventually got here a few minutes after midnight. I know we sat and talked while she ate, but I was in zombie mode by that time.
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