A picture of a full moon, taken with a cellphone. Not the best picture I’ve ever taken.
Anyhow, tonight is the beginning of a new phase of my life for now. I’ve deactivated the Book of Face as well as various other social connection type sites for the sake of marital harmony… I am not sure at this point what to do . It’s late, I”m tired, and tomorrow is going to start in like six hours, so following my own advice here, I think it’s time for me to go to bed, even if I don’t feel welcome there right now. I’m so tired of being her default target, and so tired of living this life like nobody gives a shit if I’m still breathing, so long as the money’s flowing and the chores get done.
Anyhow, just for sake of simplicity, if you’ve noted me missing on Tumblr, Book of Face, or Fitocracy, well, I”m no there anymore. Cheers. now to go drown my sorrows in a vat of Meade. Goodnight moon.
Today is one of those days, when it’s maddening to even crawl out from under my rock, and be forewarned, this is not a productive post, it’s a ramble that I need to get out before I can start actually getting some work done today.
First, a picture,
See the pretty truck? Disregard the camper, I gave it away, three kids (coming up on 4) and two adults, not enough space in said camper. anybody know of a good 20′ camping trailer for sale for cheap?
Anyhow, now for a number $2,500.00<<<<<< that’s how much it will cost to fix what’s actually wrong with said truck. This is in addition to the other bills we’re slogging through getting paid down … so yeah.. urg… gah! The bearings in the front wheels are shot (260/per unit) and all the u-joints are gone ($50/each) and the track bars and the break assembly’s and the … yeah the list goes on. and without another option it’s a given that it all needs cleared up. so guess what? I need to get it fixed and figure out how to pay for it all. The joys of living in the mountains and actually living ‘up the side of one of said mountains’ is needing the truck, for firewood, and other such issues.
Anyhow, I’ve got a speech to write, so that it’s ready for this evening, and my lady wife is handling the children today, it’s going to be one of those days where I feel that the effort of crawling out from under the rock wasn’t worth it.
But tomorrow will be amazing, right?!? RIGHT! Until tomorrow my awesome people, if people you be, or aliens, or ethereal spirits, or quasi-sentient self aware replicating machines, or whatever… Until tomorrow.
Oh, and DFTBA.
This is a loaded question, naturally. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t out of the norm, and maybe interesting, but again, why do I ask at all? Mostly because talking to myself seems vain, so I blog instead.
Yestereday’s post, with pictures was accurate, up until about three in the afternoon. I did the run thing, the juice thing, the coming to terms with having a pregnant wife again, and then I took her out to lunch after she was done work. Everything’s normal so far right?
But this morning I wake up with the hangover from hell, thinking to myself, ‘what the hell did I do last night?’ Turns out it’s not as exciting as you might think. See when we ended up at my mother’s last night with all the kids, it was because she had an emergency piano moving to be done. Some backstory is in order here.
See, about a year ago now, my mom was asked if she knew anybody who wanted an ‘upright grand piano’ since it was supposed to be going to the granddaughter but said young lady wasn’t interested in moving such a behemoth, and it had been sitting in ‘the basement’ for years at this point. Short version of this story is that mom decided she’d love to have a piano in her house, she’d get it restored and play it and life would be good.
Then the other daughter who’d moved across the country decided that the piano had been wrongfully disposed of, and made a big stink, so my mom, being who she is, said simply, ‘fine, you want it back, come and get it…’ Then she proceeded to locate a new piano since she’d come to enjoy it’s presence. She found one at the church just around the corner from her, and it is to be delivered this morning. The claimants of the previous piano were supposed to have moved the previous one out by this point.
Yeah, that didn’t happen. It still sat in the living room, and time was not only running out, but had fled completely. Yesterday afternoon, for two hours with one piano dolly (big heavy wheeled platform built for moving piano’s) and one middle aged guy (me) a piano was moved. Damn it hurt, but I managed it without more than a good sweat as a result.
Then, in payment, I snagged a beer from the fridge, got the kids home and fed and into bed where I proceeded to sip half a beer while reading Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire to them. Half a beer. Remember that part. I am 260 lbs, give or take, and reasonably healthy, and after half a beer, I woke the next morning with the hangover from hell, reminiscent of when I last went on a tequila bender… Damn it sucks getting older. But on the bright side, I can still drink whiskey like it’s water… so life’s not all bad, just have to buy better booze. Cheers for now, have to go feed Chaos, Mayhem and Disorder, then supervise the installation of mom’s new piano. See y’all later. Dan.
Wow. Dead around here isn’t it?
Anyhow, here’s a bit of an update, quickly and simply, with pictures, if I can find them…
First I couldn’t sleep last night, and ended up tossing and turning until about midnight, when I finally gave up and got up, pulled up netflix and started looking for something to watch… I ended up watching this…
Then I get up this morning to this news…
Then with the kids over a grandmas and my beautiful wife gone to work I’m staring at an empty screen, and empty house and generally just feeling empty…
so I went for a run, the first one in a very long time, and it felt good, I felt like crap but the run went good. Here’s the runkeeper screenshot
Then came back and had one of these
Cucumber, with 1 apple, and 1 carrot, need to add some spinach or kale to round out the flavour tho’.
Anyhow, now I’m off to sand some drywall, and R&R the dishwasher, by which time my lovely wife should be home and I should probably go get my kids….
but for now, take care friends and God Bless you, all of you.
Holy crap, it’s been how long since I posted last? I’m sitting here, it’s Sunday morning, and I’m nursing a caffeine withdrawal and hangover type feeling. Which is stupid because I had ONE beer, at about three yesterday afternoon.
Anyhow just finished the e-book I was reading, and man, it rocked. Not quite the same story as I was looking at from the prequel but… Still, fast paced, with interwoven humor and lots of action written in Cordova’s signature smooth and easy style. Here’s the Canadian Amazon link to it and the additional one as well…
And the US Version Murder World : Kaiju Dawn
And here’s the second one, the one I just finished…
And the US Version Murder World : Kaiju Apocalypse
Enjoy, and gotta run, too much to do today, starting with the danged grass needing cut. Even though the world’s ending (in a book) I still have to wash the dishes, fold laundry and cut the grass.
Cheers humans, and keep on being more awesome.
I’m feeling like a cat, wanting to curl back up and stay warm under the blanket.
What’s I got’s to do?
Oh, filework, bookkeeping, tech repairs, that kind of stuff, and naturally, it’s all due yesterday.
Ah screw it. I guess it’s just life, so here’s a video to that effect. If it’s not playing, just paste it to the browserbar, I’m too tired today to figure it out.
Heya, been a while since I tried to blog most anything anywhere. Oh, I get started on a good daily streak, or even a regular weekly streak, and it all runs sideways, then it crashes entirely while I go off on another manic and capricious tangent. Lately I can either sit and blog or head out and exercise… guess what I’ve been doing?
So as I sit here waiting for a connection to show up and drop of the materials I need in order to do the work I have to do for said connection I thought I’d try to lay out the thoughts that were bugging me as I tried to peel the sticky sweat soaked clothing off my rather overly large body and climb into a blessedly cool shower to sluice off some of the unpleasantness that I was feeling after my attempted run last night.
See, as I came back into range, my Samsung Galaxy Note re-linked to the home wireless (not going to have it connected to cell data net here, waaayyy too expensive!), and started uploading the Runkeeper data to their servers where it linked over to the Fitocracy site.. and then updated everything and sent the workout link to my tumblr log…
The exasperating part of all this is that while I’m totally out of the zone and just feeling hot, yucky and uncomfortable, my smartphone starts pinging like crazy with notifications of new emails and new notifications… in the time it took me to peel a tee-shirt off I had apparently gained a couple dozen new followers? So Hi! and thanks for following….. but…. why?
To set the record absolutely straight, here’s a picture of me last night,
That’s it. that’s as good as it gets, and for all the angels in heaven I can’t figure out what my wife see’s in me but I appreciate like hell that she sees it. I’m not old yet, but I can see the gates. At 37 years old, the top of the hill is only a few years off. But back to the topic I was actually trying to make a point on. I got through with my shower despite the phone going haywire, and then took this picture, because hey, vanity, and I suppose tracking of some sort. Then I started to look into what all the notifications were about. Ok, new tumblr followers… cool. wait? 25+ huh? what the hell? ok, look deeper… umm.. uncomfortable… and feeling confused as crap..
Was a Fitblr.. not only that, but every single one of them was a twenty something (or maybe younger) female fitblr…
Question. Why the hell are 20 something women following my tumblr blog that is basically nothing more than a feed from Fitocracy?
That was the First question. The second question was why wasn’t I thrilled by this? It scared the hell outta me, and make me uncomfortable. Like maybe I was coming across as something other than an older fat guy trying to fight the uphill battle of the bulge…
In reviewing what’s already up in various places, nope, I’m still who I think I am, a solidly (usually happily) married guy approaching forty, with three kids at home and a fourth child living with my ex-wife, who’s literally two steps above the most boring job in the world (to most, I find it fascinating, but I’m odd). So, why the discomfort? I realized I don’t want to be the focus of many who are at least ten years my junior and of the opposite sex. I’m basically an introvert looking to be noticed and appreciated by the one I am married to, and to be a superhero of the everyday variety to my kids, role-modeling what it is to be a good man and a good father… (man do I have a long way to go on that front, but I’m trying).
Anyhow, this has rambled on long enough, so I’ll leave off and get back to work here.
DFTBA and God Bless. I’ve got a playgroup to get to with my youngest and then home to work.