August 22
From my brain
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2008
Me 12:38, 22 August 2008 (EDT)
So, for almost every weekday this summer, if TheBoy was up, he'd follow me out when I left work. And by follow, that doesn't mean he'd just wave at me from the door, oh no. He'd get on his bike, and race me down the lane that leads up to the apartment. Then, at the end of the lane, I'd give my usual, Be good for Mommy! speech, and pull off.
Now, there's this little ridge right there along the lane as a buffer between the road and the complex. Every day he'd ride out, as I pulled from the end of the lane and to the entrance to our complex, I look over and there he'd be standing, waving like I was departing on an ocean voyage. He'd wave until I turned, blowing the occasional kiss.
This morning was little different, save for the fact that Princess came out with us (granted, she was still in her PJs). We rode the end (I slowed down so Princess could keep up), they both hopped off, reached in through the window and gave me a hug. I gave the morning speech, got to the exit onto the street, and there they were, waving like mad. Even as I pulled away, they were still there, and I waved again. I saw TheBoy nudge her and she started to wave again.
Seriously, it does a dad's heart good to see that in the morning.
Me 12:38, 22 August 2008 (EDT)
It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of 5HE that thoughts acquire speed, the eyes become glazed, the glazed eyes send everyone laughing. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.
2007
Me 21:46, 22 August 2007 (EDT)
Three days in on my working vacation and my head is still spinning.
Monday: Meet the teacher day. I like his teacher LOADS better than his Kindergarten teacher.
Tuesday: Furniture moving day. Moved out a crapton of furniture that we weren't going to be keeping in the house as we sell it.
Today: TheBoy's first day of 1st grade. Had a ball, likes his classmates.
Also, tonight I'm nearly-officially a Tiger Cub Den Leader. I have to be out of my mind to do this with all the other stuff going on in my life, but if there is something I know I can do with my son that we'll both enjoy, Scouts has to be it.
The only problem: The "new guy" (Me) has ten boys to corral. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 and 10 six year old boys.
Waiter! Check Please! :)
2006
Me 09:28, 22 August 2006 (EDT)
So, TheBoy had his kindergarten open house yesterday. Got to meet his teacher for the first time, walk around his classroom, and even met a couple kids he'll be in class with. He smiled a lot, introduced himself, and seemed to be adjusting well.
Mommy? Not so much. She's freaked out. Most of this is to do with the rednecks in our neighborhood and their a fuedin'.
I knew that TheBoy's best friend in the neighborhood (the grandson of our neighbor who spends a LOT of time there) had issues with the two little girls at the end of the cul de sac. They're like seven or eight and TheBoy and the neighbor's grandson (who I will henceforth call ShortRound as he's six months older than TheBoy, but the boy passes his outgrown clothes DOWN to him) have had issues in the past few months. There have been arguements, there have been a few slaps/shoves traded. Ugly, ugly, ugly for kids all under 10.
Now, Wifey is freaked out because she's afraid that SkinnyTramp (I know, that's wrong to refer to a 8 year old like that; sue me) and Chesterette (see Chester reference here) are going to transfer their anger onto TheBoy because he's a friend of ShortRound.
Well, while relating this story to another mother from the neighborhood, the mother let us know that the bus that the boy rides is known as 'The Bus from Hell'. Now THAT'S comforting, isn't it? Oh yeah, calmed the wife right down.
- Yeah, the only thing you can do is write letters. Bob {or whatever his name was} can't do much on his own because the school board and the transporation department are separate. Like take for instance last year, on the way home, I found out my daughter {six? sevenish?} was asked by a couple of the fifth grade boys to take off her clothes. ...so they could pee on her. These were fifth graders. A few letters later and the boys eventually got kicked off the bus, but you really gotta beat the hell out of them to get things done sometimes.
You see, the wife never rode a bus to school. She lived five houses away from the elementary school, and by the time she went to jr. high (which was close enough as well), her brother got a car within a year or two and she rode with him. No daily bus experience == paranoia.
So, the boy is excited to go, but she's freaked out. /shakeshead
2005
Me 18:59, 22, August 2005 (EDT)
Moving to the main page.
I never updated the main page, so I moved my blog up there.
Might as well have something CURRENT as the front door. :)
2003
Me 17:33, 22, August 2003 (EDT)
I seek my happy place...
Unfortunately, my happy place looks like that scene from the Maaxx where he's surrounded by the corpses of a thousand Izzes.
My Izzes are the heads of the executives in this company. Cuz apparently, our team doesn't do any work. We sit here all day long with our thumbs up our asses and talking about the weather.
Well FUCK YOU. You have NO GODDAMNED CLUE WHAT I DO! What the fuck am I supposed to do when I've got three databases running reports? I open email and it'll cause this fucking POS computer to just blow up.
So now? We've been - and i shit you not - given a forced vow of silence. This is to "corrent the impression" we're putting out. Apparently, we've been "chatting it up" too much for the Overlords liking, so our boss has said - litterall - there is to be no more (open) talking within the group.
Basically, our boss is so fucking scared that he's going to loose our group - without which he would probably be for shit within the company - that he's making sure we're good little lapdogs.
Cocksucking, motherfucking, goddamned son of a bitch.
