It was a long day with plenty of ups and downs. It started with a big ole down because Boy is not a cool and relaxed fellow. Maybe I am the one that isn't a cool fellow, but this was a very important day for Wife and the last thing I wanted was Boy showing up late because of something on the road, like an accident. After exchanging a couple of unpleasantries, Wife told me to leave it at that, she would have a talk with him later, so I did.
We got there just in time to get involved bringing in all the heavy slow cookers full of brisket and rice and beans and everything in between to make a meal away from home a success. It was nice to find out that my sister in law's coworkers wanted to donate their assistance serving the food. Basically, we just got it inside to the tables set up for serving and the rest was taken care of by them. We left the house at 9:00am and got there probably by 10:40am. Boy then showed up an hour later, mostly because of us being annoying in the first place, around 11:30am. He still wanted to show how it wasn't a big deal and that he was still early. I told him we got lucky that there wasn't much to do, thanks to those ladies taking care of all the stuff with the food. They were still useful in getting chips and salsa to all the tables.
My in-laws were scheduled to arrive at 12:30pm, and luckily, my parents arrived at 12:27pm. My parents came into the room as we were gathered by the door to scream "surprise!", which I was just glad my parents made it in time. My brother had gotten there 20 minutes earlier with his family and even my niece's new BF.
I don't know how they managed it, but between Wife and her two sisters and brother, they turned this big white room into a beautiful tribute to their parents, complete with as many friends and family as they could motivate to travel. The actual decorations were mostly from my brother in law's family as they do some professional hosting, they had all this stuff for free use and they even showed up to help decorate the night before. I believe the cakes, which were two 3 level cakes in german chocolate and white wedding cake, were free/donated by another aunt of my brother in law's wife.
I labeled this the laughing and the crying because those were the two main reactions to the various little speeches we all attempted. After yelling surprise and eating a real good meal of brisket and all the sides, we saw a 20-30 minute video of my in-laws through the years as more and more kids, then grandkids were added in. My older sister in law's husband started the speeches and he kept it very broad and focused to the 50 years of celebration. I was next and after an initial small panic attack, where I almost lost it to crying, it is hard to tell people you genuinely love them and appreciate them and then try to come up with the words of why you feel this. I prepared by writing my speech, and after hearing some laughter to the jokes I had added in, I felt more emboldened and was able to get through my commitment. I felt like the weight of the world was off me as I walked to the back of the room where I prefer to lurk.
Other people kept getting called up to talk and my two boys were caught unprepared. Javalina was even joking he would read my speech, but only on the condition he would call me a "little bitch" for chickening out. It was funny that Wife talks all the time in all sorts of capacities and rooms full of as many as 300-400 people and never has a problem, but she was crying and being emotional the whole time she said her piece. She stood holding the mike as both boys went up there and Javalina took the mike stumbled for a second but came back with a thank you for having him over every summer and his grandma making him his favorite pan of chicken embueltos, which was funny and in line with the other boys mentioning nuggets and other foods. Boy, on the other hand, was like the little robot that ran out of oil. He froze hard and boom, Niagara Falls. He fell into a heap in his mama's arms crying out loud and that turned the room into a crying beautiful mess. It was a very rare moment of seeing Boy reacting with real raw emotions. This was the highs and lows for me. After the various other people saying thank you and I Love You to my in-laws, the party wound down, we cleaned up and headed to their house around 4-5pm. I sat in the car and immediately fell asleep. We got there and all I did was run over to their bed and laid down and slept until about 7:30pm. I woke, ate some more brisket, heard a bunch more stories, saw them open their gifts and we left around 10:00pm.
It was really a perfect and beautiful event. I tried to be on my best behavior, and did not argue or complain to Wife about my normal shit. Her parents were over the moon, caught by surprise at the effort the kids put on for them. I want to grumble, but we are going back in the morning for brunch. I woke up at 2:30am to write this and it is now almost 4:00am as I keep zoning out and coming to. I guess it is a significant celebration to get to 50 years, my folks will be there in two more years, hopefully, shoot, we are halfway there, we celebrate 25 years this December. Time flies when you are living life.
Sunday, March 31, 2019
Saturday, March 30, 2019
3/30/19 Prepping For The Big Party?
I can't say what is going on this weekend, but we have been busy. I am personally using it to introduce the family formally to the grown up version of Javalina. We took him shopping at Men's Wearhouse for the first time and got him a jacket, shirts, ties, and he had already chosen a new pair of boots and a real nice two tone pair of dress shoes. This, with his loss of almost 40 pounds from the start of the year and that crazy hair, has him looking very much like a young adult instead of a child in shorts and a t-shirt.
Boy has always had a flair for dressing up, but we also bought him a new jacket, shirts and ties for the occasion, so he too will be looking like a sharp dressed man. I don't think the extended family has met his girlfriend, so this will be again, a great opportunity to show him off a bit in the best light.
I am writing this at work at the end of my Thursday night shift because I have a feeling the next 40 hours are going to be a blur. Wife isn't getting home until late, she is helping to get the place ready tonight, so I will have to contend with getting any last minute things, such as I am thinking I want a new pair of shoes for myself. Although we did choose a cool jacket for Javalina, they were supposed to send it to the store close to the house, but after calling Wednesday and raising hell over the handling of what they told me would take a couple of days to get there, I don't know. They have told me it is on the truck for delivery today, so I have to wait until today to see if he is going to have that nice look put together.
Wife also mentioned if I could stop and get some Mexican sweet bread for after the occasion, so I will have to run around a bit too. I would like for Boy to wash his SUV, so it looks clean for Saturday, but man, he is some kind of lazy for doing stuff outside.
I have to do a small speech which is the main thing making me not just sit back and enjoy this. I did already write something that I think is funny and heartwarming, we'll see how it goes over. I am mostly sarcastic and this will be an older crowd, I think. Oh well, the people who want me to talk know me, so it is on them.
It is now 7:30am, Saturday morning, it came too fast. Last night, at 1:00am, we asked Javalina to try on his crispy new black dress shirt and although the measurements for the neck and arms are right, it is a slim fit and fits him way too snug. He is going to have to wear his older black shirt which pisses me off, but the party has to go on. He also spent half an hour finding his new belt, had no idea about his dress socks, and his dressy jeans were balled up on the floor. That handsome young man is still very much a husky ball of clay that needs a lot of teaching on how to care for his clothes. At least Boy had everything at the ready and had tried on everything earlier. Here we go, long ass day starts right now.
Boy has always had a flair for dressing up, but we also bought him a new jacket, shirts and ties for the occasion, so he too will be looking like a sharp dressed man. I don't think the extended family has met his girlfriend, so this will be again, a great opportunity to show him off a bit in the best light.
I am writing this at work at the end of my Thursday night shift because I have a feeling the next 40 hours are going to be a blur. Wife isn't getting home until late, she is helping to get the place ready tonight, so I will have to contend with getting any last minute things, such as I am thinking I want a new pair of shoes for myself. Although we did choose a cool jacket for Javalina, they were supposed to send it to the store close to the house, but after calling Wednesday and raising hell over the handling of what they told me would take a couple of days to get there, I don't know. They have told me it is on the truck for delivery today, so I have to wait until today to see if he is going to have that nice look put together.
Wife also mentioned if I could stop and get some Mexican sweet bread for after the occasion, so I will have to run around a bit too. I would like for Boy to wash his SUV, so it looks clean for Saturday, but man, he is some kind of lazy for doing stuff outside.
I have to do a small speech which is the main thing making me not just sit back and enjoy this. I did already write something that I think is funny and heartwarming, we'll see how it goes over. I am mostly sarcastic and this will be an older crowd, I think. Oh well, the people who want me to talk know me, so it is on them.
It is now 7:30am, Saturday morning, it came too fast. Last night, at 1:00am, we asked Javalina to try on his crispy new black dress shirt and although the measurements for the neck and arms are right, it is a slim fit and fits him way too snug. He is going to have to wear his older black shirt which pisses me off, but the party has to go on. He also spent half an hour finding his new belt, had no idea about his dress socks, and his dressy jeans were balled up on the floor. That handsome young man is still very much a husky ball of clay that needs a lot of teaching on how to care for his clothes. At least Boy had everything at the ready and had tried on everything earlier. Here we go, long ass day starts right now.
Friday, March 29, 2019
3/29/19 Javalina's First Track Meet?
I have to say that I really liked the first track meet of the season. I got a chance to watch my boy in his environment. He seems to be having fun all the time and seems to get along with everyone. We could not have asked for a prettier day, as far as weather to be outside. There was a slight wind that kept things cool and enough cloud cover to keep the sun at bay. I got there probably at 5:15pm by the time I found a parking spot and walked all the way across the track to where the pads for shotput and discus are located. By the way, those are the only sports Javalina competes in and that is fine by me.
There were only three schools competing, I guess this is a tune up meet. I think it was Gorzycki which is the upper middle class, mostly white kids, Ann Richards which is an all girls school, and Bedichek which is about 90% Hispanic. Right off the bat, I was bothered by the fact that each kid from Gorzycki seemed to have their own shotput in their hands to warm-up. The Bedichek kids are all sharing the one shotput and if we are going to go there. I don't like their practices when I show up. All the boys and girls are lined up, the coach is about 20 feet away and the kids are mostly playing grab-ass in the line. I say grab-ass because Javalina has come home and said the girls are wanting to braid his hair, one likes to poke him in the stomach, and then there is the girl he mentioned that told him he is thick and she liked his butt enough to give it a squeeze. How much learning is going to happen in this scenario?
Anyways, he has a lot of room for improvement. His coach had just told me the day before that he could throw the discus about 80 feet, but he scratched to both sides and the third throw was just a scared throw that didn't go 30 feet. He really leans to the shotput more and his best was near 27 feet, so I was expecting something closer to 30 feet but I didn't think about all the relearning since this is something they only do a couple of weeks a year. His best throw was only 25ft 4in. This was from a standing position, barely any rotation and hardly any legs involved. A short, small guy came in and just smoked everybody, throwing something like 35 feet, but his technique was very refined. I wouldn't be surprised if he has a private coach.
Overall, I am going to say Javalina has a ways to go if he wants to place, but his mouthy confidence is telling us he will be throwing over 40 feet by the end of the season. I need his extra efforts and spare time go to making sure his body catches up to that big mouth. I was the same way, always talking shit about how great I was, but I backed it up with extra hours of practicing by myself on the saxophone. This boy sells himself as a demi-god and his alter ego walks with a bald eagle at the ready within striking distance. I love his confidence, now we need his actions to match.
There were only three schools competing, I guess this is a tune up meet. I think it was Gorzycki which is the upper middle class, mostly white kids, Ann Richards which is an all girls school, and Bedichek which is about 90% Hispanic. Right off the bat, I was bothered by the fact that each kid from Gorzycki seemed to have their own shotput in their hands to warm-up. The Bedichek kids are all sharing the one shotput and if we are going to go there. I don't like their practices when I show up. All the boys and girls are lined up, the coach is about 20 feet away and the kids are mostly playing grab-ass in the line. I say grab-ass because Javalina has come home and said the girls are wanting to braid his hair, one likes to poke him in the stomach, and then there is the girl he mentioned that told him he is thick and she liked his butt enough to give it a squeeze. How much learning is going to happen in this scenario?
Anyways, he has a lot of room for improvement. His coach had just told me the day before that he could throw the discus about 80 feet, but he scratched to both sides and the third throw was just a scared throw that didn't go 30 feet. He really leans to the shotput more and his best was near 27 feet, so I was expecting something closer to 30 feet but I didn't think about all the relearning since this is something they only do a couple of weeks a year. His best throw was only 25ft 4in. This was from a standing position, barely any rotation and hardly any legs involved. A short, small guy came in and just smoked everybody, throwing something like 35 feet, but his technique was very refined. I wouldn't be surprised if he has a private coach.
Overall, I am going to say Javalina has a ways to go if he wants to place, but his mouthy confidence is telling us he will be throwing over 40 feet by the end of the season. I need his extra efforts and spare time go to making sure his body catches up to that big mouth. I was the same way, always talking shit about how great I was, but I backed it up with extra hours of practicing by myself on the saxophone. This boy sells himself as a demi-god and his alter ego walks with a bald eagle at the ready within striking distance. I love his confidence, now we need his actions to match.
Thursday, March 28, 2019
3/28/19 Bend Over Panera Bread?
Panera Bread is a hip, cool, little restaurant that popped up on my radar about two years ago. We first went to try it while I was recovering from my leg injury almost two years ago. The food was something akin to making your own sandwich at home but with nicer bread, I guess. I thought overall, it was clean but a little pricey for a sandwich place. We were lucky in that the one we go to is on Slaughter but way west, I think into Circle C so the "rich" to "poor" ratio has to be 1000 to 1. I just don't see the poor and/or homeless walking their HEB carts all the way over there, even for a free sandwich. Why should they? Plenty of "nice" (I really mean stupid) people will bring them money and food if they just stand on a street corner. I am still contemplating moving because you can't go anywhere in Southpark Meadows without seeing a handful of them meandering like zombies on the Walking Dead.
It seems that Panera Bread is now in trouble because maybe their heart was in the right place, they just didn't realize that moochers are never ending and just as I realized a couple years ago that helping the poor is like thinking that cutting your grass once will make your lawn look great all year. The poor are one group and they can be alright as long as they are trying and still have a roof over their head, I kind of respect them. The section 8 group is different, they are mooching off the government and again, if there is a goal maybe some schooling and there are some goals to get out of the situation, I say cool. The homeless and the rest of the section 8 people that are happy to just take and take without giving back, they are what is bringing society down. Panera Bread found this out in places like Portland where people have almost given up and are just looking to get by even if that means living on the street.
The ridiculous part is that Panera Bread thought it would be a good experience for the haves and have-nots to mingle in line together. This line of thinking is just stupid. If I approach a restaurant and it looks full of stinky bums, I am not going to eat there and I might not ever go back. The last time I tolerated sitting next to a bum was at Whataburger a few years ago with my family and for my efforts, the bum dropped his beer can which exploded and gave me a nice refreshing shower of what would have been his afternoon drink all over my back. The only good thing is that I am so fat and wide that I shielded my Wife and boys from getting beer on them, and the manager came over and gave us our meal for free and kicked out the bum.
I don't think Panera really meant to help the homeless, they set up shop only in upper middle class areas, like Circle C. If they were interested in reaching for the poor, build on the east side I-35 anywhere here in Austin. But then your parking lots wouldn't be filled with BMWs, Mini Coopers, Volvos, and Jags. They would be filled with old Fords and Dodges and guys named Jose using tape to keep their cars together while they picked up a free sandwich on the way home.
It seems that Panera Bread is now in trouble because maybe their heart was in the right place, they just didn't realize that moochers are never ending and just as I realized a couple years ago that helping the poor is like thinking that cutting your grass once will make your lawn look great all year. The poor are one group and they can be alright as long as they are trying and still have a roof over their head, I kind of respect them. The section 8 group is different, they are mooching off the government and again, if there is a goal maybe some schooling and there are some goals to get out of the situation, I say cool. The homeless and the rest of the section 8 people that are happy to just take and take without giving back, they are what is bringing society down. Panera Bread found this out in places like Portland where people have almost given up and are just looking to get by even if that means living on the street.
The ridiculous part is that Panera Bread thought it would be a good experience for the haves and have-nots to mingle in line together. This line of thinking is just stupid. If I approach a restaurant and it looks full of stinky bums, I am not going to eat there and I might not ever go back. The last time I tolerated sitting next to a bum was at Whataburger a few years ago with my family and for my efforts, the bum dropped his beer can which exploded and gave me a nice refreshing shower of what would have been his afternoon drink all over my back. The only good thing is that I am so fat and wide that I shielded my Wife and boys from getting beer on them, and the manager came over and gave us our meal for free and kicked out the bum.
I don't think Panera really meant to help the homeless, they set up shop only in upper middle class areas, like Circle C. If they were interested in reaching for the poor, build on the east side I-35 anywhere here in Austin. But then your parking lots wouldn't be filled with BMWs, Mini Coopers, Volvos, and Jags. They would be filled with old Fords and Dodges and guys named Jose using tape to keep their cars together while they picked up a free sandwich on the way home.
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
3/27/19 This Is When I Get Called An Asshole?
I honestly don't like to argue but stuff comes up and when pushed into a corner, I tend to snap back curt and to the point. Wife just called and had an argument with me that did not need to happen. It was already 10:30pm, she is driving to La Pryor in the morning and I was so busy until about a half hour ago that I never called or texted. I figured since she didn't either she was busy or maybe fell asleep early as she sometimes does. Why should I wake her just to say "uhh, I love you, goodnight." We aren't freaking 12 year olds that need constant attention.
But she does one of these manic calls, specially when she is tired. She texted and called within a minute apart. Here in the lab, the phone rarely rings, but texts come in pretty good as we have text chats all the time. I was sitting watching a Netflix movie and running the tool with my phone propped up right next to the computer so I can see the light if I get text. She called me and I returned the call within a few seconds. She picks up but in those few seconds she has managed to get in the shower and now she can't hear me. Her message was "I am going to sleep", so she should have been in bed. Of course, I am on her speaker phone and it's a lot of "I can't hear you" and "what?" and me getting louder and louder. Basically, earlier in the week the shower door started getting weird and loose. "She has to tell me I can't close it, I am going to leave it open." This is where I get mad because what are your choices? Of course, leave it open. It's not like you are going to break out a screw driver and knife and reseal the door, that is my job. It was just a lot of yelling at me for no reason.
Then to show she is frustrated because Boy "NEEDED TO DO HIS TAXES RIGHT NOW!!!!", she spent hours looking for paperwork. This isn't my fault, but it tired her out. I understand that, I said "go to bed, you're tired, that shit should have waited until the weekend." That falls on deaf ears because she is like a paper shredder, once she starts, she can't stop until she finishes. It is great until she runs out of energy, then she lashes out, but not at her babies.
Just to give me one more kick for not being there when she wanted me there, Javalina asks if I am going to attend his track meet on Thursday and she does this formal fucking bullshit like she doesn't know "Oh, I don't know, your father works at night, I have no idea what he is going to do, maybe if we pray to the gods we can get an answer." This truly pisses me off because I have NEVER missed an event that either of my boys have done that a parent should attend. Plus, we had just asked the coach after practice where the event was going to be and at what time and if it was OK for me to take him home after he is done with his events since I work nights and have to get going as soon as possible. She was standing right next to me when I talked to the coach, I don't know why the vague "oh, it's a mystery what your father does but I do hope he can at least pick you up during his lunch break maybe at midnight." This is when I feel like kicking Wife in the butt because I find this insulting. I have been training him during the off season lifting weights, I bought him his own shotputs (plural) and disci (plural), you don't think I want to see the fruits of my labor. I want to see my beast take charge out there. Wondering if I am going makes me sound like a shit dad and then to top it off asking "Are you going to feed him?" Look at us, we don't look like the kind of people that skip meals.
I know this call was just wanting to unleash on someone as you are way past your tiredness, but fuck, all I do is work and tend to the house, don't shit on me. You know I will fix the shower door as soon as I have time. Javalina will have me out there watching him and I will feed him one way or another.
But she does one of these manic calls, specially when she is tired. She texted and called within a minute apart. Here in the lab, the phone rarely rings, but texts come in pretty good as we have text chats all the time. I was sitting watching a Netflix movie and running the tool with my phone propped up right next to the computer so I can see the light if I get text. She called me and I returned the call within a few seconds. She picks up but in those few seconds she has managed to get in the shower and now she can't hear me. Her message was "I am going to sleep", so she should have been in bed. Of course, I am on her speaker phone and it's a lot of "I can't hear you" and "what?" and me getting louder and louder. Basically, earlier in the week the shower door started getting weird and loose. "She has to tell me I can't close it, I am going to leave it open." This is where I get mad because what are your choices? Of course, leave it open. It's not like you are going to break out a screw driver and knife and reseal the door, that is my job. It was just a lot of yelling at me for no reason.
Then to show she is frustrated because Boy "NEEDED TO DO HIS TAXES RIGHT NOW!!!!", she spent hours looking for paperwork. This isn't my fault, but it tired her out. I understand that, I said "go to bed, you're tired, that shit should have waited until the weekend." That falls on deaf ears because she is like a paper shredder, once she starts, she can't stop until she finishes. It is great until she runs out of energy, then she lashes out, but not at her babies.
Just to give me one more kick for not being there when she wanted me there, Javalina asks if I am going to attend his track meet on Thursday and she does this formal fucking bullshit like she doesn't know "Oh, I don't know, your father works at night, I have no idea what he is going to do, maybe if we pray to the gods we can get an answer." This truly pisses me off because I have NEVER missed an event that either of my boys have done that a parent should attend. Plus, we had just asked the coach after practice where the event was going to be and at what time and if it was OK for me to take him home after he is done with his events since I work nights and have to get going as soon as possible. She was standing right next to me when I talked to the coach, I don't know why the vague "oh, it's a mystery what your father does but I do hope he can at least pick you up during his lunch break maybe at midnight." This is when I feel like kicking Wife in the butt because I find this insulting. I have been training him during the off season lifting weights, I bought him his own shotputs (plural) and disci (plural), you don't think I want to see the fruits of my labor. I want to see my beast take charge out there. Wondering if I am going makes me sound like a shit dad and then to top it off asking "Are you going to feed him?" Look at us, we don't look like the kind of people that skip meals.
I know this call was just wanting to unleash on someone as you are way past your tiredness, but fuck, all I do is work and tend to the house, don't shit on me. You know I will fix the shower door as soon as I have time. Javalina will have me out there watching him and I will feed him one way or another.
Tuesday, March 26, 2019
3/26/19 Shitty Start Outside?
If there is one thing I like about the mornings it is that Javalina does not need to be yelled and shaken and threatened to wake up like Boy used to need. He sets his own alarm and gets up at 6:00am. I don't take him to school until 7:50am, but he insists on getting up that early so he can shower, eat breakfast and hang out watching videos on YouTube or whatever else strikes his fancy. Monday mornings are kind of a wasted time for me. I almost have to stay up late on Sunday night, which is when I do the last of the washing and ironing and what not. When I do like Wife likes and go to sleep with her, I wake up early Monday and have a hard time staying in bed during the morning. Anyway, I was up until 5:00am last night, napped for an hour, woke up to make sure Javalina was up, then slept until 7:45am, took him to school, which is where our story picks up.
I understand a 25 year old idiot making bad decisions on a weekend night, passing on the shoulder, not stopping at an intersection, but what about a mom in her late 30's, shouldn't that asshole know better than to take chances on the road? Coming out of our community, I saw a mom in a Hyundai SUV on a side road to mine and I thought "Sorry, I beat you, line up behind me." It is a real pain in the ass in the mornings to make a left turn out of our community because Akins High School is tot he right and people just drive a little aggressively down 1st Street. I was waiting for my shot, but a car stopped in the middle lane to turn across the street from us into the apartment complex on the other side. I know full well that that sumbitch has the right of way, but Ahole mama was having none of it. She went on my right side and put her left turn blinker which made me almost short circuit because I can't handle shit like that. The last thing I want to do is be involved in a ridiculous accident. I didn't even have a chance to react, she blasted out into the middle of the road almost getting hit by cars going to the right and she cut in front of the sumbitch still waiting in the middle to turn into the apartments. The really funny part is that I took off a couple of seconds later and without speeding still caught up to her by the next light, so what was her point? That is one of the stupidest things I have seen on the road.
Not to be outdone, another moron in the school parking lot came in all aggressive on my lane, jumped over as Javalina made it across and jumped over back in front of me like the cops were chasing him. Ask anyone, I am not a lazy or slow driver, I am pretty aggressive myself, but I don't know what these people were on. When I brought it up to Wife, she had a very smart answer. She told me it was the end of Spring Break, parents were rushing to get rid of their shitty kids and drop them off so they could get back to being themselves. I am paraphrasing because Wife believes people are inherently good.
I was just glad to get to Target which is very close to the house and then finally home to get out of all that idiot traffic.
I understand a 25 year old idiot making bad decisions on a weekend night, passing on the shoulder, not stopping at an intersection, but what about a mom in her late 30's, shouldn't that asshole know better than to take chances on the road? Coming out of our community, I saw a mom in a Hyundai SUV on a side road to mine and I thought "Sorry, I beat you, line up behind me." It is a real pain in the ass in the mornings to make a left turn out of our community because Akins High School is tot he right and people just drive a little aggressively down 1st Street. I was waiting for my shot, but a car stopped in the middle lane to turn across the street from us into the apartment complex on the other side. I know full well that that sumbitch has the right of way, but Ahole mama was having none of it. She went on my right side and put her left turn blinker which made me almost short circuit because I can't handle shit like that. The last thing I want to do is be involved in a ridiculous accident. I didn't even have a chance to react, she blasted out into the middle of the road almost getting hit by cars going to the right and she cut in front of the sumbitch still waiting in the middle to turn into the apartments. The really funny part is that I took off a couple of seconds later and without speeding still caught up to her by the next light, so what was her point? That is one of the stupidest things I have seen on the road.
Not to be outdone, another moron in the school parking lot came in all aggressive on my lane, jumped over as Javalina made it across and jumped over back in front of me like the cops were chasing him. Ask anyone, I am not a lazy or slow driver, I am pretty aggressive myself, but I don't know what these people were on. When I brought it up to Wife, she had a very smart answer. She told me it was the end of Spring Break, parents were rushing to get rid of their shitty kids and drop them off so they could get back to being themselves. I am paraphrasing because Wife believes people are inherently good.
I was just glad to get to Target which is very close to the house and then finally home to get out of all that idiot traffic.
Monday, March 25, 2019
3/25/19 End Of Spring Break?
Well, we celebrated Boy's birthday for two weekends and we went out of town more than we usually do, but in the end, Wife ran off to get more learning for work and the boys and I finally cleaned the yard the way we should have on our first day off. It was a rough ending to a pretty good time off.
Spring Break this year was a mixed bag and it really felt like it lasted almost two weeks. I honestly don't know where Wife kept pulling $100s from, but we managed to eat all over the place and isn't that about half the fun anyway? Her spring break was off by a week, as compared to the boys here in central Texas. I don't know if that was done on purpose by the schools so that not everybody is off at the same time in a state as big as ours, or if the small towns didn't get the memo and move and re-align to what was going on over here. We ended up taking it in stride and since Wife was off while the boys were still going to school, she came up and maybe saw a sick kid and licked him before she got to the house as she was pretty much sick for the first 4-5 days she was sick and mostly stayed in bed. I was still working, so that was fine by me. She goes at 100% all the time, driving back and forth that we all figured she needed the break and the chance to sleep extra.
She started feeling better by Thursday and into Friday which is when I started my week off, so we were able to run around enjoying morning breakfasts after dropping off Javalina on his final days before his spring break started. She had to go back to work on Monday and I managed to make lemonade by going with her and making it seem like that was our vacation getaway. Javalina and I went to my folk's house while she worked Monday and Tuesday. Boy had stayed in Austin because he worked most of the week even though he was off. We came back on Wednesday, Wife had to attend one more conference thing in San Antonio but we were back home and we slept in the rest of the week and I did what I am doing now all week, wake up in the middle of the night and come down to write and goof around on the computer all night, like the night shifter I am. After a couple of days off that Wife took to hang out with us, she found herself having to go to Dallas on what was supposed to be our last day off together. We all got up at 8:30am as we had decided we would eat breakfast together before she left, and we did at Luby's. It felt more like a punishment because we had kind of stayed up the night before and none of us really wanted to be up that early.
After Wife left around 11:00am, I went back to sleep and the boys went to their rooms to nap/hangout, but I eventually woke at 3:00pm and we hit the yard hard. Both boys got on the two lawn mowers and I took out the electric trimmer I bought a while back. We cut the grass as it really needed it. It went great with both boys cutting grass at the same time. Boy cut the front and Javalina started on the back. When Boy finished the front, he went and helped his younger bro with the back which was overgrown and pretty much up to our knees. It was Boy's actual birthday and he already had extra friends here by the time we finished, so he took off as fast as he could. Luckily, Javalina does not have a social life yet, and he stayed behind to help me. I trimmed most of the yard along the fence which they did not do the greatest job. Both of them seemed scared to get the mower too close to the fence. so I had a fat part of the yard to get through. Eventually I did and then we fixed about 15-20 slats on the fence that were loose or had fallen. I had bought about 6 new slats like two months ago and finally installed them.
I finished my day of cleaning by filling the trash cans with crap from the garage, mostly boxes from Boy's out of control Amazon buying. There were about ten tubes from different times he has ordered posters and it felt great to finally throw all those stupid things away. Javalina and I celebrated by getting Panda for him and Jack in the Box for me. We talked to Wife while we were in line ordering our food in the car, she was in her room by 8:30-9:00pm. We ate and I finished washing clothes and here I am at almost 5:00am. The yard is as clean and nice as it gets, all the clothes is washed and I even ironed all the shirts the boys wear and we are ready to start the last leg of the school year. Next big rest is at the end of May for the boys. I won't take another week off until the week of 4th of July.
Spring Break this year was a mixed bag and it really felt like it lasted almost two weeks. I honestly don't know where Wife kept pulling $100s from, but we managed to eat all over the place and isn't that about half the fun anyway? Her spring break was off by a week, as compared to the boys here in central Texas. I don't know if that was done on purpose by the schools so that not everybody is off at the same time in a state as big as ours, or if the small towns didn't get the memo and move and re-align to what was going on over here. We ended up taking it in stride and since Wife was off while the boys were still going to school, she came up and maybe saw a sick kid and licked him before she got to the house as she was pretty much sick for the first 4-5 days she was sick and mostly stayed in bed. I was still working, so that was fine by me. She goes at 100% all the time, driving back and forth that we all figured she needed the break and the chance to sleep extra.
She started feeling better by Thursday and into Friday which is when I started my week off, so we were able to run around enjoying morning breakfasts after dropping off Javalina on his final days before his spring break started. She had to go back to work on Monday and I managed to make lemonade by going with her and making it seem like that was our vacation getaway. Javalina and I went to my folk's house while she worked Monday and Tuesday. Boy had stayed in Austin because he worked most of the week even though he was off. We came back on Wednesday, Wife had to attend one more conference thing in San Antonio but we were back home and we slept in the rest of the week and I did what I am doing now all week, wake up in the middle of the night and come down to write and goof around on the computer all night, like the night shifter I am. After a couple of days off that Wife took to hang out with us, she found herself having to go to Dallas on what was supposed to be our last day off together. We all got up at 8:30am as we had decided we would eat breakfast together before she left, and we did at Luby's. It felt more like a punishment because we had kind of stayed up the night before and none of us really wanted to be up that early.
After Wife left around 11:00am, I went back to sleep and the boys went to their rooms to nap/hangout, but I eventually woke at 3:00pm and we hit the yard hard. Both boys got on the two lawn mowers and I took out the electric trimmer I bought a while back. We cut the grass as it really needed it. It went great with both boys cutting grass at the same time. Boy cut the front and Javalina started on the back. When Boy finished the front, he went and helped his younger bro with the back which was overgrown and pretty much up to our knees. It was Boy's actual birthday and he already had extra friends here by the time we finished, so he took off as fast as he could. Luckily, Javalina does not have a social life yet, and he stayed behind to help me. I trimmed most of the yard along the fence which they did not do the greatest job. Both of them seemed scared to get the mower too close to the fence. so I had a fat part of the yard to get through. Eventually I did and then we fixed about 15-20 slats on the fence that were loose or had fallen. I had bought about 6 new slats like two months ago and finally installed them.
I finished my day of cleaning by filling the trash cans with crap from the garage, mostly boxes from Boy's out of control Amazon buying. There were about ten tubes from different times he has ordered posters and it felt great to finally throw all those stupid things away. Javalina and I celebrated by getting Panda for him and Jack in the Box for me. We talked to Wife while we were in line ordering our food in the car, she was in her room by 8:30-9:00pm. We ate and I finished washing clothes and here I am at almost 5:00am. The yard is as clean and nice as it gets, all the clothes is washed and I even ironed all the shirts the boys wear and we are ready to start the last leg of the school year. Next big rest is at the end of May for the boys. I won't take another week off until the week of 4th of July.
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