My body and mind finally gave out last night, sorry for no blog with your morning coffee. I worked my butt off this weekend for a customer who has now a couple times sent these big jobs which they are willing to pay twice as much as our regular rates so we get them done over the weekend. I was only one willing to work (there were graduations and surgeries stopping other peeps).
I ended up working 13 hours Friday night and 13 hours Saturday night. It's funny, when you're doing the work staring at the tool doing most of the work, it's like time is standing still. I was alone for half the night, so I do the work standing, kneeling on the chair, sitting like a human, walking away for fifteen minutes at a time (some parts run for 25-30min by themselves), kneeling on the floor, laying on the floor, music gets boring after awhile, even Netflix gets boring after awhile. But as soon as the normal time to leave approaches, the body knows. Like a dog that needs to walk, my legs want to leave, but I had to stay a little longer both days, as work needed to be finished. As soon as I finished, I was running out the door.
It did not help that Boy was in an accident this past week and the Bimbo (as he called her) that hit him took all week to talk to her insurance. Nationwide (her insurance) would not listen to Boy or Wife, even with a police report. I figured there was no reason for me to get involved yelling, Wife already threatened with lawyers and everything else civil humans can do. If only we were apes, then we could fling poo, and it would be perfectly acceptable. I got off track, but he took Wife's car for work and Wife took my Excursion since her family was here and she needed the extra seating capacity. I was dropped off like a child at work, then had to wait until almost 11pm to get picked up for dinner. Like a dog, I got takeout, although I do love Whataburger, Wife had eaten dinner with her family.
Sunday was much nicer, I slowed down enough to get a lay of the land, about half of the stuff in the pantry is still in bags on the floor, apparently, most of what we had was expired. My in-laws are doing an awesome job of trimming the fat off this house. Most of the old toys in Chub's room were also taken out, I don't even want to know where they went to. He keeps a bin full of "Build a Bears" and all his little Halo action figures and Lego stuff. That is really all he "plays" with, although the bears are more decorations in his room.
Speaking of, Chubs is vacationing for a week at my Mom's, he likes it. They run on a slower schedule, don't really go anywhere, just chill at home... my fingers are getting bored... (sorry mom) :)
Boy, Wife and I then decided to go to the movies Sunday night, for a 10pm movie, saw Entourage, it was great. Sure, the guys are kinda douch-y, but it is all tongue-in-cheek fun, plus the cars, the homes, the girls, the locations, all stuff of fantasy. I loved that Cadillac convertible, I would like to see more full sized convertibles offered for sale, that market is just tiny cars, fat asses like convertibles too.
Monday, June 8, 2015
Saturday, June 6, 2015
6/7/15 My House Is Slowly Coming Unraveled?
They say by hook or crook, Wife says by her or her folks. When we started idea of moving, she said if it is too hard for you, just decide we're moving and I'll make it happen. I went along with this premise, figuring I'll get with the program, and pitch in at some point. It almost seems on purpose, but I have never been busier at work.
This week I was even asked if I could work Friday and Saturday, a customer had a bunch of work and nobody else was available to help. I am expected to be the muscle around the house, but I am also the wallet, so any overtime that gets offered to me, I take.
Today, I wake up and it finally looks real. My in laws came in early, I guess, and they have packed a significant amount. Most of the house has been hit. The pantry looks like it vomited into the kitchen, the table and island full of boxes, and cans of food. I know it's first world problems, but we had about 16 feet of pantry, we will be down to 4 feet. Some stuff has got to go. For now, we can remove all the fancy party stuff. I had about 3 tackle boxes full of fun party elements, like crazy straws, temporary tattoos, sugars for rimming glasses in any color.
One of my plans is to build one of those two story "storage sheds" next to a huge shady spot and a hot tub in the old house. This "shed" will be the party room, maybe a full kitchen with a garage door that rolls up so we can cook everything outside. Should be easy, we'll have three fridges once we move. All we need is a stove top, run some electricity, plumbing for water waste is only issue.
My folks are partially interested in one of our extra bedroom sets, it is too big to use in Chubs' room, if they buy it, I can use that money to buy him a queen bedroom set, only a little smaller, but it will fit a lot easier in their smaller rooms. Add to that, my father in law just bought my old F250. It started giving me transmission problems, I don't know if it is serious, but I just put a new fuel pump and I am still paying a ~$2000 bill on Ford credit card. I cannot keep putting money into the truck. My father in law knows the problems, buyer beware.
This week I was even asked if I could work Friday and Saturday, a customer had a bunch of work and nobody else was available to help. I am expected to be the muscle around the house, but I am also the wallet, so any overtime that gets offered to me, I take.
Today, I wake up and it finally looks real. My in laws came in early, I guess, and they have packed a significant amount. Most of the house has been hit. The pantry looks like it vomited into the kitchen, the table and island full of boxes, and cans of food. I know it's first world problems, but we had about 16 feet of pantry, we will be down to 4 feet. Some stuff has got to go. For now, we can remove all the fancy party stuff. I had about 3 tackle boxes full of fun party elements, like crazy straws, temporary tattoos, sugars for rimming glasses in any color.
One of my plans is to build one of those two story "storage sheds" next to a huge shady spot and a hot tub in the old house. This "shed" will be the party room, maybe a full kitchen with a garage door that rolls up so we can cook everything outside. Should be easy, we'll have three fridges once we move. All we need is a stove top, run some electricity, plumbing for water waste is only issue.
My folks are partially interested in one of our extra bedroom sets, it is too big to use in Chubs' room, if they buy it, I can use that money to buy him a queen bedroom set, only a little smaller, but it will fit a lot easier in their smaller rooms. Add to that, my father in law just bought my old F250. It started giving me transmission problems, I don't know if it is serious, but I just put a new fuel pump and I am still paying a ~$2000 bill on Ford credit card. I cannot keep putting money into the truck. My father in law knows the problems, buyer beware.
Friday, June 5, 2015
6/6/15 What's Another Name For Pain In The Ass? (poem)
I was challenged to write a poem on those painful little reminders that sprout from our butts to remind us how delicate we really are...
A hemorrhoid by any other name is still a pain in the ass,
simply composed of veins that swell in that hole where you pass gas.
You can cry and beg your god, while you sit there in mass
most everybody will get them, they're not from lack of class.
They are itchy, painful, and can ruin your day
maybe you can learn to shift from cheek to cheek, a gentle sway
if you do it right, this will gently massage
but if you get too agressive one will develop an entourage
Once you get a bunch, they are referred to as "piles"
if avoiding military service was a goal back in days of the draft, this was enough for smiles.
But seriously, they can be avoided by learning a couple of tricks,
the easiest one, in your backdoor no more cornholing or dicks.
Another easy solution is to eat more fiber
this allows the poop to move along and not attack like a colon tiger.
And no more of that ridiculous sitting and pushing with all your might
your stinky brown goo will move out when the time is right.
Drink plenty of water, it'll help keep things moving
or your sphincter a hard crap will find disapproving.
And of course, reduce your stress
with your colon you are playing a game of chess
Treat it right and the god's may even bless
but be an idiot, ignore my advice, and end up a bloody mess.
6/5/15 I Ain't Got Time For Tools Down?
In a rare move that pisses me off more than anything, I was sent home early tonight. We have an arrangement in which I work 48 hours the first week (4-12 hr shifts) and then 40 hours the second week (4-10 hr shifts) or however I see fit to do my schedule. We have been so busy the last two months that I've been working close to 70 hours every week. They of course don't like paying me all the overtime, but there are only three of us left that run the toolset I run and I make myself available almost any night, for the benefit of the customer (and my wallet).
Well, tonight was technically the fourth night of the second week and what I normally do is work 12 hours mon-wed, and assume that their will be work needing to keep me at work on the fourth night. This works most of the time, I knew I had at least three different jobs to work on tonight, and was basically wondering whether I would be doing something I enjoy or something I tolerate. Some of the work seems like busy work, we are even doing some "pro bono" (free) work for a customer who is going to do a book with our images. I do not enjoy doing this customer's work at all because it doesn't add any money to our bottom line, but we get paid, so we do it when told.
Anyways, the problem was that our tool went down. We have one tool that we use normally. When we know it is going to be down, we can borrow another one, but this did not happen tonight, the other company there was also busy and they've had a guy working nights. He was only going to do six weeks of nights but is not wanting to let go of the extra 15 percent now. I like the guy but I think I like having access to that tool more, as coming home affected my wallet.
It was easy for my supervisor to send me home as she is scheduling me to work Friday and Saturday, some customer is waiting until Friday afternoon to send a bunch of HOT work to get done over the weekend. The other two ladies have commitments (a kid graduating, and a hubby getting a little surgery), so the OT is mine, all mine.... at least for the weekend, plus I had 78 hours last week. I am an ass, because I was driving home pissed that I was sent home this way, thinking these are my time and a half hours, and I have to go home now?!?!
Oh well, I can still get to 65 hours for the week, but I don't generally like working Saturday nights. But again, I have two mortgages, so I gotta be a big boy and just work my ass off. Plus Disney is in a couple weeks now, and I want all the extra cash I can muster, my boys are expensive to entertain.
Thursday, June 4, 2015
6/4/15 Finally, Our Competition Has Sold?
I was honestly waiting to put our house on the market due to an identical one to ours being listed until today. This house looked like a show home, every room perfect and with just the right amount of furniture. Our house is nice, but it will never be magazine caliber. We have kids and they don't believe in keeping things tidy. I had seen their pictures online and even the patio upstairs was tiled and had some sort of curtain element. Ours is still bare concrete with an old raggedy table,
Originally, they were priced at $459,000, they came down and possibly sold around $425,000. I would have loved to sell for that price, but as long as we are around $400,000. It sucks, but realtor is taking close to $30,000, so we need to make about that much if I am going to walk away with a hefty amount.
This weekend I would like to move the equivalent of half the stuff in our house, but Wife is stuck again with "pack", "pack", we need to "pack". We have like 40 boxes laying around the house right now we could take and start making big house look less cumbersome. "Pack"!! Maybe she's turning into a parrot....
I'm still finding myself going over to other house almost every day, and of course, she's getting on me because I haven't had time to clean pool. Tomorrow, I am meeting a guy who may or may not cut trees back. This kind of stuff can't wait?!!!
Today I had to go pick up Boy, he spent the day over there to open the door for the water heater and the maid service. Sucks that he crashed his vehicle. He has to go open the house tomorrow for the alarm people to fix one of the zones, it keeps going off intermittently. What is the use of an alarm if it is going to go off by itself?
We need to just get ourselves moved at this point, tomorrow is Chub's last day of school, so now will be the perfect time to get to stepping and move. Once we move, then I can decide what to do to new house, I am really leaning to new carpets, but not until my two animals are out.
Originally, they were priced at $459,000, they came down and possibly sold around $425,000. I would have loved to sell for that price, but as long as we are around $400,000. It sucks, but realtor is taking close to $30,000, so we need to make about that much if I am going to walk away with a hefty amount.
This weekend I would like to move the equivalent of half the stuff in our house, but Wife is stuck again with "pack", "pack", we need to "pack". We have like 40 boxes laying around the house right now we could take and start making big house look less cumbersome. "Pack"!! Maybe she's turning into a parrot....
I'm still finding myself going over to other house almost every day, and of course, she's getting on me because I haven't had time to clean pool. Tomorrow, I am meeting a guy who may or may not cut trees back. This kind of stuff can't wait?!!!
Today I had to go pick up Boy, he spent the day over there to open the door for the water heater and the maid service. Sucks that he crashed his vehicle. He has to go open the house tomorrow for the alarm people to fix one of the zones, it keeps going off intermittently. What is the use of an alarm if it is going to go off by itself?
We need to just get ourselves moved at this point, tomorrow is Chub's last day of school, so now will be the perfect time to get to stepping and move. Once we move, then I can decide what to do to new house, I am really leaning to new carpets, but not until my two animals are out.
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
6/3/15 I Thought Boy Was Gonna Be Helpful Over The Summer?
Boy has been off from school for a couple weeks. First week off he stayed in his apartment until we yelled at him to come home and start packing his room. Then of course he was gone the last nine days to Florida for a trip they planned all year long. Of course, he gets back Sunday night and Monday he needs to go to San Marcos to go help pick out a new apartment for the coming school year. He used to at least watch Chubs so I could leave early to work.
Today was a "shitty" day. It started for me around 11am, I was trying to sleep as much as possible as I have been filling run down from all the OT. The alarm company called that the sensor in the kitchen window had been activated. When we were there Saturday afternoon we saw the same thing. I thought we had set the alarm and disabled that sensor but it is a new system, maybe not. He asked for the secret word, I guessed right, and he hung up. In the next five minutes I got another call and a message from another person at alarm place that they might send an officer to the house, then Boy left me two missed calls about the same thing, and finally I had to yell at Wife as all this is supposed to go through her while I sleep, and it does but she left her phone on her desk while she went to make copies. Awesome!!
While I am over there checking nothing happening of course, Wife calls me that she has hired a maid service to come and clean so would I please clean so it doesn't look like we're dirty when they come. My first reaction is "fuck no", isn't that what you are paying them for? But she is stuck like a stuttering fool "paint cans" "paint cans" "paint cans" OMG, maids have never in their lives moved a paint can, can you just please get all the paint cans to the garage. Paint cans paint cans paint cans..... I finally said goddammit fine, I don't have anything better to do.
As soon as I hang up, Boy calls trying to seem real interested in what I am doing, knowing he never cares about what I am doing, I said "cut the crap, what happened" (I felt it was perfect day for a car accident), "some white Bimbo was texting in the HEB parking lot and hit me, it's not my fault". Goddammit again!! I don't have time for this crap, do I have to go get you, are you OK? "I'm fine, Daddy!! Never mind, I knew you were gonna yell, he had no real business other than fart around up there. He got his friend to pick him up and Jeep was towed to local Jeep place.
He then called Wife as he thought his plans were going to continue unscathed, "umm, tomorrow, I have a thing at UT, I'll just take the Excursion." No, you will not. Your butt will settle down and be at the house now. You're not going to leave us all disabled without vehicles, some of us need to leave the house to make money, not go to the comic book shop.
Wednesday he's going to be dropped off at old house at 730ish and he can wait for new water heater install and the maids who never have seen paint cans in a newly painted house and he is going to keep them company until I get up and go pick up Chubs and then swing by to pick him up. Maybe Donkey should've hung out with Dad today instead of running around.
Today was a "shitty" day. It started for me around 11am, I was trying to sleep as much as possible as I have been filling run down from all the OT. The alarm company called that the sensor in the kitchen window had been activated. When we were there Saturday afternoon we saw the same thing. I thought we had set the alarm and disabled that sensor but it is a new system, maybe not. He asked for the secret word, I guessed right, and he hung up. In the next five minutes I got another call and a message from another person at alarm place that they might send an officer to the house, then Boy left me two missed calls about the same thing, and finally I had to yell at Wife as all this is supposed to go through her while I sleep, and it does but she left her phone on her desk while she went to make copies. Awesome!!
While I am over there checking nothing happening of course, Wife calls me that she has hired a maid service to come and clean so would I please clean so it doesn't look like we're dirty when they come. My first reaction is "fuck no", isn't that what you are paying them for? But she is stuck like a stuttering fool "paint cans" "paint cans" "paint cans" OMG, maids have never in their lives moved a paint can, can you just please get all the paint cans to the garage. Paint cans paint cans paint cans..... I finally said goddammit fine, I don't have anything better to do.
As soon as I hang up, Boy calls trying to seem real interested in what I am doing, knowing he never cares about what I am doing, I said "cut the crap, what happened" (I felt it was perfect day for a car accident), "some white Bimbo was texting in the HEB parking lot and hit me, it's not my fault". Goddammit again!! I don't have time for this crap, do I have to go get you, are you OK? "I'm fine, Daddy!! Never mind, I knew you were gonna yell, he had no real business other than fart around up there. He got his friend to pick him up and Jeep was towed to local Jeep place.
He then called Wife as he thought his plans were going to continue unscathed, "umm, tomorrow, I have a thing at UT, I'll just take the Excursion." No, you will not. Your butt will settle down and be at the house now. You're not going to leave us all disabled without vehicles, some of us need to leave the house to make money, not go to the comic book shop.
Wednesday he's going to be dropped off at old house at 730ish and he can wait for new water heater install and the maids who never have seen paint cans in a newly painted house and he is going to keep them company until I get up and go pick up Chubs and then swing by to pick him up. Maybe Donkey should've hung out with Dad today instead of running around.
6/2/15 Sunday Was A Good Day?
Sunday was a very nice day. My folks came in for the weekend and were gonna leave early as they usually do, but decided to hang out and wait for Boy to arrive back from Florida. He was scheduled to get here about 6:30-7:00pm.
My day started by me trying to get up early because my folks are here, I went downstairs at 10:00am and everyone was still asleep. I promptly came back up and laid down for another hour or so. I finally decided to get up at noon and although they were in the guest room, they had made coffee, so I drank a cup, whilst I caught up with my healthy serving of porn, just boobs, nothing too dirty. My mom finally came out and we talked a bit, we didn't have an agenda, but after a few minutes I said I'd go shower. Wife had just gotten up and a wave hit me, I told her to wake me after she showered. I ended up sleeping for an hour, I haven't been able to really rest, and won't until we move and sell the house.
My buddy who is building a house finally signed papers this week. He texted to see what we were up to and I said we'd go over. Girlie texted right before we left, haven't seen much of her as she has a new bf and of course is now too busy to visit. She also has a new job, which she keeps saying is the real reason she hasn't come over, but still. She was going to swing by, but we were headed out the door. My buddy's house is a beautiful new 5 bedroom monster of a house, complete with game room and media room. I took my folks and Wife and Chubs.
After checking out the house, I decided to go to Cooper's BBQ in New Braunfels, we were already in Buda. This is a BBQ place we've gone to meet my in-laws a couple times and it is just delicious. I treated my folks since it's weird how you order by the family size. My folks said they loved it, and afterwards we were on our way. My mom had one more stop at the outlet malls in San Marcos because my brother had given her a $200 gift cetificate to Michael Khors and she wanted a new purse or watch. While she bought her stuff, I took Chubs to the Swiss Army knife store and bought him a new pocket knife.
We then drove home right at 5:45pm and were home to greet Ditto as he arrived with his buddies at 6:45pm. All that was left to do was take out the trash and kiss everyone else goodbye.
My day started by me trying to get up early because my folks are here, I went downstairs at 10:00am and everyone was still asleep. I promptly came back up and laid down for another hour or so. I finally decided to get up at noon and although they were in the guest room, they had made coffee, so I drank a cup, whilst I caught up with my healthy serving of porn, just boobs, nothing too dirty. My mom finally came out and we talked a bit, we didn't have an agenda, but after a few minutes I said I'd go shower. Wife had just gotten up and a wave hit me, I told her to wake me after she showered. I ended up sleeping for an hour, I haven't been able to really rest, and won't until we move and sell the house.
My buddy who is building a house finally signed papers this week. He texted to see what we were up to and I said we'd go over. Girlie texted right before we left, haven't seen much of her as she has a new bf and of course is now too busy to visit. She also has a new job, which she keeps saying is the real reason she hasn't come over, but still. She was going to swing by, but we were headed out the door. My buddy's house is a beautiful new 5 bedroom monster of a house, complete with game room and media room. I took my folks and Wife and Chubs.
After checking out the house, I decided to go to Cooper's BBQ in New Braunfels, we were already in Buda. This is a BBQ place we've gone to meet my in-laws a couple times and it is just delicious. I treated my folks since it's weird how you order by the family size. My folks said they loved it, and afterwards we were on our way. My mom had one more stop at the outlet malls in San Marcos because my brother had given her a $200 gift cetificate to Michael Khors and she wanted a new purse or watch. While she bought her stuff, I took Chubs to the Swiss Army knife store and bought him a new pocket knife.
We then drove home right at 5:45pm and were home to greet Ditto as he arrived with his buddies at 6:45pm. All that was left to do was take out the trash and kiss everyone else goodbye.
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