So I go out to the grocery store and buy over 200 bucks worth of groceries yesterday afternoon. I have my tent set up do my son and I can camp out in the back yard, and I a m grilling chicken and having a beer.
Basically, and idyllic saturday afternoon.
Until the very loud explosion. The transformer that supplies power to 6 houses on my block, and is located in my back yard exploded.
Long story short, it took nine hours for it to get replaced. I had to throw out all the food I bought, and then some. Also, since work crews were in my back yard all night, my son didn't even get to sleep in the tent.
And did I mention it isl the hottest day and night in twenty years.
Oh joy.
Basically, and idyllic saturday afternoon.
Until the very loud explosion. The transformer that supplies power to 6 houses on my block, and is located in my back yard exploded.
Long story short, it took nine hours for it to get replaced. I had to throw out all the food I bought, and then some. Also, since work crews were in my back yard all night, my son didn't even get to sleep in the tent.
And did I mention it isl the hottest day and night in twenty years.
Oh joy.
Christ on a cracker! It has been way to long since I have been around here. The past two weeks have been nucking futs!
I have had 4 members of my family staying with me for the past two weeks. I love them, and I love having family stay, but I could not be more ready for them to get the flock out of my house!
Is that mean to say? Probably, but god dammit! you gotta go!
After this weekend my life returns somewhat to normal....which is still a chaotic mess....but at least it is MY chaotic mess....
It is about to get worse, as I am enrolling my son in hapkido classes twice a week...which means more time for me to drive him around....lol. He will love it though...i hope.
Fun times.
I have had 4 members of my family staying with me for the past two weeks. I love them, and I love having family stay, but I could not be more ready for them to get the flock out of my house!
Is that mean to say? Probably, but god dammit! you gotta go!
After this weekend my life returns somewhat to normal....which is still a chaotic mess....but at least it is MY chaotic mess....
It is about to get worse, as I am enrolling my son in hapkido classes twice a week...which means more time for me to drive him around....lol. He will love it though...i hope.
Fun times.
So, I have never had a problem paying my bills, but I finally decided to write out a table showing what comes in, and what goes out. I am now physically ill realizing just how much money I blow every month on fuck knows what.
I have been making extra payments on debt, and thinking I am doing the right thing, but to see that I have been literally pissing away obscene amounts of money on going out to eat, clothes and other shit I don't need, is just disheartening.
Looking at the numbers now, I could have been out of debt except for my house and car by now if I had exercised a little fucking restraint.
Ugh. So, if I did my math correctly, and no big emergencies come up, and I punch myself in the penis every time I consider buying something frivolous, I can get my house in order in a very short amount of time.
The good news is my debt picture is pretty good, but to get it off my plate and soon will be a major load off my mind. I retire in 10 years, and hope to enter a more relaxed second career, and debt free would make the entire transition easier on so many levels.
I just can't believe it has taken this amount of time for me to wise up and take a look at it.
I feel like an idiot. An idiot that wastes money.
I have been making extra payments on debt, and thinking I am doing the right thing, but to see that I have been literally pissing away obscene amounts of money on going out to eat, clothes and other shit I don't need, is just disheartening.
Looking at the numbers now, I could have been out of debt except for my house and car by now if I had exercised a little fucking restraint.
Ugh. So, if I did my math correctly, and no big emergencies come up, and I punch myself in the penis every time I consider buying something frivolous, I can get my house in order in a very short amount of time.
The good news is my debt picture is pretty good, but to get it off my plate and soon will be a major load off my mind. I retire in 10 years, and hope to enter a more relaxed second career, and debt free would make the entire transition easier on so many levels.
I just can't believe it has taken this amount of time for me to wise up and take a look at it.
I feel like an idiot. An idiot that wastes money.
So my sons 4th birthday party was yesterday. It was awesome. A dozen cake fueled 4 year olds with eye patches, bandanas, and inflatable pirate swords at the community pool getting nuckin futs! It was so much fun.
Especially the discovery of a particularly large contingent of MILFs from my sons day care. Sweet jesus! Two showed up in the skimpiest bikinis they could find, Wash board abs, belly rings, and very expensive looking boob jobs.
I tried very hard to not take pictures so as to not appear like the perv I am......
Heh. I said "hard."
Any way, it was lots of fun, and I can't wait to make his favorite breakfast on saturday. Plattor, bacon, blueberries, scrambled eggs, and orange juice.
For anyone curious, Plattor is basically a swedish recipe for crepes. Tradition calls for them to be served with lingon berries, but we just use organic pure maple syrup.
Especially the discovery of a particularly large contingent of MILFs from my sons day care. Sweet jesus! Two showed up in the skimpiest bikinis they could find, Wash board abs, belly rings, and very expensive looking boob jobs.
I tried very hard to not take pictures so as to not appear like the perv I am......
Heh. I said "hard."
Any way, it was lots of fun, and I can't wait to make his favorite breakfast on saturday. Plattor, bacon, blueberries, scrambled eggs, and orange juice.
For anyone curious, Plattor is basically a swedish recipe for crepes. Tradition calls for them to be served with lingon berries, but we just use organic pure maple syrup.
Todays blog is brought to you by creepy folks......otherwise known affectionately as psycho's, freaks, weirdos, and etc.
In general, I am very leery of Craigs List, Ebay, and etc... I am not a fan of having strangers come to my house do they can see the shit in my house, and then decide to come back and rob me. Paranoid? Probably. I prefer to think of it as an abundance of caution, but to each his own.
Anyway. I recently moved nearly 2500 miles across country. With that came a lot of furniture I really didn't need anymore. So for the first time in my life, I find myself on Craigs list, trying to sell some stuff. And what happens? I got a creeper on the hook. He sends me an e mail at 3 am and all it says is "you may want to call me." Then he lists his phone number.....but doesn't include the area code. So now, apparently, I need to play a guessing game. I have to guess whether he is actually interested in buying the furniture or just wants a friend for long walks on the beach in the moonlight, and what his area code is.
What the fuck happened to polite conversation? Maybe saying he would like to talk to me about buying the furniture? Saying his name? Something. What about his terse and cryptic message does he think is giving me a warm and fuzzy for sending him my address? Ugh.
Which brings me to suicide girls. Kemper posted a blog the other day that really made me scratch my head. Her in box had over 600 messages in out from a single day! She talked about how inappropriate much of the content was. What special brand of creeper randomly send women they only see in pictures on the internet creepy shit like marriage proposals, pictures of your crank ***cough***Congressman Weiner***cough*** to random chicks.
Sometimes I think I am the only normal dude on earth. Then I wake up and realize I am a creepy fuck. If you will all excuse me, I need to snap some pics of my dick, do some searches, and send them to the first chick that I find hot. There is no question that once she sees my penis, she is getting on a plane and going to fuck me on the floor in front of TSA.
Right?
What could go wrong?
Hang on. I think I have Congressman Weiners number some where. I will ask him.
In general, I am very leery of Craigs List, Ebay, and etc... I am not a fan of having strangers come to my house do they can see the shit in my house, and then decide to come back and rob me. Paranoid? Probably. I prefer to think of it as an abundance of caution, but to each his own.
Anyway. I recently moved nearly 2500 miles across country. With that came a lot of furniture I really didn't need anymore. So for the first time in my life, I find myself on Craigs list, trying to sell some stuff. And what happens? I got a creeper on the hook. He sends me an e mail at 3 am and all it says is "you may want to call me." Then he lists his phone number.....but doesn't include the area code. So now, apparently, I need to play a guessing game. I have to guess whether he is actually interested in buying the furniture or just wants a friend for long walks on the beach in the moonlight, and what his area code is.
What the fuck happened to polite conversation? Maybe saying he would like to talk to me about buying the furniture? Saying his name? Something. What about his terse and cryptic message does he think is giving me a warm and fuzzy for sending him my address? Ugh.
Which brings me to suicide girls. Kemper posted a blog the other day that really made me scratch my head. Her in box had over 600 messages in out from a single day! She talked about how inappropriate much of the content was. What special brand of creeper randomly send women they only see in pictures on the internet creepy shit like marriage proposals, pictures of your crank ***cough***Congressman Weiner***cough*** to random chicks.
Sometimes I think I am the only normal dude on earth. Then I wake up and realize I am a creepy fuck. If you will all excuse me, I need to snap some pics of my dick, do some searches, and send them to the first chick that I find hot. There is no question that once she sees my penis, she is getting on a plane and going to fuck me on the floor in front of TSA.
Right?
What could go wrong?
Hang on. I think I have Congressman Weiners number some where. I will ask him.
The entire house has some form of stomach bug...
except me... SO spent the weekend taking care of everybody, doing the laundry, the dishes, going to the store, cooking, and etc...
And now I can feel my stomach starting to cramp up.
Awesome. Not.
except me... SO spent the weekend taking care of everybody, doing the laundry, the dishes, going to the store, cooking, and etc...
And now I can feel my stomach starting to cramp up.
Awesome. Not.
