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Sorry I didn't post yesterday. I had a ton of anecdotes, but no time. Then when I did get on to post I read a comment to my
Rooster post (below) that just pissed me off. Read the comments to see.
Deep breath
Weekend in Review
Thursday I was late getting the kids home do The Ex could pick them up. She never told me a time, but was pissed because they weren't there. I tried calling and leaving messages but she didn't look at her answering machine. I called her work and they said she got off at 4:00 so I left work early to get the chillins from
Robin's and get them home by 4:30. She calls at 4:02 and asks where they are. I tell her they are coming (I was running late) but she told me she "couldn't fucking wait" that long as Pegleg expected her home at 4:30. ("Are you saying there's eggshells to walk on with the
new husband too?" Go figure).
I was so pissed by the time I got to Rob's that I wrote her a legal notice to remove the rest of her shit from my house in fourteen days or I'd sell it. She gave me a
WEEK to get my stuff out when she kicked me out, but it's been seven months for her. Needless to say, she's pissed at me. Oh fucking well.
I ended up driving the kids out there and giving her the notice. On the way back, I dropped by my parent's house to wish them a happy anniversary, but they were out! Whodathunkit? I left a note.
So she had the kids for the long weekend. Thursday night I went to the Princess's house and drank a half-dozen double Bloody Marys with her husband (who wasn't really drinking). I actually blacked out. That's a rarity for me as 1) I don't drink and 2) I generally have full recall when I do. But they said I was a very nice and complimentary drunk.
Friday I came home and napped again. I awoke to a phone call from Mom thanking me for dropping by and letting me know they were out.
Friday night I was supposed to run sound for a 4th party/outdoor concert thrown by my old bandleader, but it got rained out so--after schlepping a schload of soggy band equipment into his garage--I went and saw SKB and went to her Aunt's party. A bunch of Good Old Boys in a horse barn, with a stranger that insisted on arguing the size of his penis with SKB. Not really my bunch of people, but it was okay.
Saturday I went home to get some stuff done without the interruption of my kids, but mostly napped.
At midnight, I heard an explosion outside. I was thinking somebody had blown up a car in my cul-de-sac with fireworks, but it was just the neighbor shooting up 3" skyrocket balls from a sturdy plastic tube sitting in the middle of the court.
I decided to watch. Then a cop came to tell us it was too late at night to be doing that, and to get that tube out of the street. As he pulled away, I yelled to the guy grabbing the tube "Hey! Wait! We can make a BONG out of that!" Luckily Mr. Cop had a sense of humor and just laughed as he pulled away.
Sunday brought a speeding ticket on my way to church. 72 in a 55. Two more weeks and I'm done. I'm just training new sound people.
I stopped by work (it's near church) and got locked into debugging a Web Server installation until 3:00 a.m. Monday morning.
When I got home I was having a smoke in the backyard and accidently beat myself at tetherball,then I went bed. Well. I set my alarm first for 8:30. And I turned it on so I wouldn't oversleep.
I woke up at 1:00 p.m. on Monday.
But I didn't know it was 1:00 p.m. as all the clocks in my house were off due to near-tornado weather and the battery in my pager was dead. Finally I located my watch and stared at it in disbelief.
It's not 1:00 is it? I turned the watch over.
Maybe it's only 7:30. Nope. the set handle is on the wrong side. Yep. It's 1:00.
I rushed back to work and had a rather uneventful day till I read that comment.
I'm still pissed.