Saturday, May 24, 2008

Stress, Drunks, and Stone Temple Pilots!

Stress sucks.

The job search isn't going well. The only place that has responded to my resume asked some crazy, and possibly illegal stuff on the application. Stuff that makes me not even remotely interested in working there. But, they called for an interview, and I'm going to go, because recent events have moved me into the DESPERATE category as far as needing a job.

Habitat for Humanity has been doing a bit of harassment lately. Mostly it consists of begging Adam and I to go to counseling. We have both explained, that it wasn't a sudden decision, that we have had problems for a long time, and finally decided we just couldn't make it work. They don't listen though. They think that it is based upon temporary hiccups in life.

So now their thing is, that they think that I can't afford to keep the house on my own. With the child support, alone, it will be tight, but I can do it. But they won't consider the fact that I will (hopefully) have a job soon, and that I have family to help in the meantime. So they are threatening to take my house. They say even though I have enough to make all the payments, if I hit one speed bump, I wouldn't be able to handle it.

I'd say 90% of the people in the US are living paycheck to paycheck just like that.

So yesterday I got to go to Carb Day. It was pretty cool. I only got to see the cars run for 11 minutes, because of the rain, but seeing Stone Temple Pilots was worth being in the rain all day! The concert was full of more assholes than usually found in a concert crowd, but I think that was directly proportionate to the fact that you were allowed to bring beer or whatever into the track, so 75% of the crowd was smashed.

The cops were standing over the crowd with paintball guns that had like pepper balls in it. Little balls filled with pepper spray or mace. Whenever someone got out of control, or a fight started, they were pepper balled. Someone near us was shot, and that sucked. My eyes burned, I couldn't stop coughing, and my nose wouldn't stop itching. I also got a wicked headache.

I've always been surprised at the helpful group mentality at a concert. My first concert was like Spin Doctors and Gin Blossoms, I think, and I got in the pit, it wasn't a brutal pit, but I was always surprised at how when someone fell down, those nearest to the faller would stop and make sort of a blockade to protect the fallen from being trampled until they were up again. Even though the crowd was mostly composed of drunk and/or stoned assholes, that attitude was still there.

A girl trying to force her way to the front, tried to get by me. I was trying to hold the spot I was in, so I lied and told her I couldn't move. So she just sort of threw her drunken whore ass between me and the couple I was near, she succeeded in knocking over about 7 people. When the couple got up, the guy started yelling at her, and a fight almost broke out. But everyone around us, who saw what happened, started yelling "Push this bitch to the back." and they all pushed in front of her until she was way back in the back. They passed the word along with her about what she did.

My oldest, Morgan was at the concert, and my brother and Step-Dad hung out with her, so Alex and I could push to the front, so they took Morgan over by the State Police post near the crowd so that it would be mostly safe for her, and she wouldn't be subjected to the usual concert goer behavior (drugs, insanity, and boobie flashing). Morgan stood on a cooler to get a better view, cause she's just short, and at one point a drunk girl knocked her off the cooler stumble/dancing as drunk girls do. Another random drunk girl witnessed this, and apparently ripped her a new ass over knocking over a little girl.

The only part I didn't enjoy about the concert, was that Scott Weiland's constant preaching at the crowd about not drinking too much and not getting out of control. I get that he's all clean now, and I wasn't drinking or anything else, but honestly, it's a bit insulting coming from him. My brother saw him once. He said a group of guys carried him passed out into a bar, the guys all had a bunch of drinks, then carried the still unconscious Scott back out of the bar.

After the concert, there were massive lines at the portable toilets. It was a good 15 or 20 minute wait. Just when Alex got to the front of that potty line, a drunk guy wandered in front of him. Alex said something to him, and the guy said "Look, you are just going to have to kick my ass, because I'm going next." It continued like that for a minute or so, and I was a bit worried, but then the line behind Alex got involved and began getting in the guy's face too, and he just stumbled off.

All in all it was just a great day.

Until Morgan heard something bad and asked me what a blow job was. But that's a story for another time.

Thanks for reading! Sorry I rambled so long!


Saturday, May 17, 2008

Catching up, and friendly advice

Things have been a bit busy for me lately. I've been applying for jobs all over, being harassed by well meaning community organizations, and running all over town wasting my $4 a gallon gas.

Fun right?

I still have a blog to write, one of those "You've been tagged" things. I think they sound fun, but I've never actually sat and thought about 10 interesting things about me, or whatever the requirement is. I'm not so sure that I have that many points of interest to tell the truth.

I've had the itch to go camping lately. I really really want to, but I have no idea if I have poles for my giant tent, and for something so primitive, it ends up costing a hellavalotta money.

I was just looking over there in the corner and it informs me that this will be the 97th blog I've posted since joining Myspace 3 years ago. Maybe I'll go insane for my 100th and do something unexpected. I'll have to think on that for a bit.

I don't have much else to say, I have a funny thing to post at the end, but, I will leave you with the knowledge that earlier this week, one of my younger children kissed the cat directly on it's butthole. I won't tell you witch one though, it will make it more exciting for you the next time you visit and one wants a kiss...

On to the funny. This was credited to Dennis Miller when I found it, but you know how things on the internet work.

Dennis Miller's Advice to Men About What Women Want

1 - Foreplay is not a privilege; it is a birthright.

2 - If you take her out to a fancy restaurant, don't try to
subtly steer her away from the lobster, Diamond Jim.

3 - Quit blowing smoke up women's asses about the sanctity
and power they possess as lifegivers and come up with some
decent, affordable childcare. That way, maybe poor single
mothers can go to work and get off welfare and we won't have
to listen to any more idiots in Congress blathering about

4 - Equal work for equal pay. Look around you at work, guys.
Look at... say Carl, the brain-dead jack-off in the cubicle
next to you. You could kill Carl, couldn't you, because he's
a slacking, worthless, toady idiot. Now, imagine making 30
percent less than Carl. Hellooo ...

5 - This is very important: during lovemaking, don't ask,
"Who's your daddy?" Even as a joke. All right? It's not

6 - When her mouth moves, pay attention, words could be
coming out. Words are kind of important.

7 - Pass a law that makes it compulsory for all over-the-
hill rock stars to have women their own age in their videos.

8 - Don't ask her if she came. You're a big boy now,
Clouseau, you should *know* if she came.

9 - Don't tell her how to merge and she won't tell you to
ask for directions.

10 - When she catches you cheating on her and she cuts off
your dick in your sleep, take it like a man.

Thanks so much for reading!


Monday, May 5, 2008

Birthday Weekend

It's been a busy birthday weekend, but all in all pretty good. I woke up Friday morning morning, and after the usual routine, decided that what I REALLY needed to start my birthday right, was some food from IHOP. My hope was to get the Whocakes I had before that were in the picture that was my default for a long time, but alas, they were gone. So upon arrival and menu perusal I decided upon Caramel Banana Stuffed French Toast. Yum, right?! French Toast stuffed with banana cream topped with bananas pecans and caramel.

That my friends is a multiple foodgasmic breakfast right there...

Only, they didn't have it. :( So I got plain boring normal french toast. It made me sad.

So then I went home.

The rest of my afternoon was fun. I got some good gifts, two lilac bushes, some tv shows i like on dvd, and a 2 gig card for my phone, a grill, and a gift card to Buffalo Wild Wings!

On my birthday, I did something symbolic. I planted a tree. This seems like a new chapter of my life, so many changes, so much behind me, and so much ahead of me, I felt like I should plant a tree, so that over the years I can look back and see how far I've come, visually.

Friday night my daughter threw me a party. Saturday, I dropped the kids off at my mothers and went traipsing through the woods to find mushrooms. Then I went to dinner, and came home and made dessert.

I got to sleep in the next day, and then went to watch Alex fly his remote control plane, that he won't let me touch, and then took a nap. I picked my kids up at 5 then made use of my new grill with hamburgers, hot dogs, and corn on the grill.

School for the triplets ends NEXT WEEK! omg. What am I going to do?!? lol I'll go crazy. Morgan is in school until the 28th.

Thanks for reading!


(2010 Commentary)

The symbolic tree I planted died. The grill didn't last a year, and Alex still won't let me touch his planes.