chefdaddy

I am starting to feel a bit better about work. I am still working too many hours but I have won a couple small battles that will make things more tolerable. The next six days are going to suck hours wise but because the exec and the owner are both going to some two day seminar it should be tolerable mentally.

Ms. Sun is off with my mom on a trip to visit all of the childhood homes of the chick that wrote the Little House on the Prairie books. Tell me that is not a retired librarians vacation. She took her on a trip this time last year too. It is good for her to be out of town so she is not reminded that this would have been their wedding anniversary and three days later dad died. Plus this year she has a boyfriend and he is at Sturgis. My mom rode a motorcycle the other day. My mom who is totally freaked out by motorcycles and has forbidden all of us to get one rode on the back of a motorcycle with an American flag helmet on. These are the last days I am sure of it now. All hopes of returning to the fair were dashed when I awoke Saturday morning to "Daddy I puked in my bed" so the Ziz and I stayed home on the big chair and watched Olympics. The illness did get me out of having to join the wife at the school cleaning day which she hadn't asked me to go to yet but I was about to get guilted into doing. Ziz' school is a coop school so the parents are required to put in so many hours a year in volunteer time. The wife does our time by working lunch and I don't do shit because I work all the time and because when they are having something that I could actually do they never ask me. They have a little kitchen and they are always talking about having a fund raiser wine dinner or a teacher appreciation lunch yet they never call and say "Chefdaddy would you be interested in helping out with this? You don't make money fundraising if you book a room a food at the most expensive hotel in town. Even when the wife has volunteered me for things they haven't worked with her on it. It was the same thing at Ms. Suns private school. Every time they had an teacher lunch or a big feast for the kids they would sign us up to bring plastic cups and they knew what I did and where because I picked her up in my work clothes all the time. It was not until their plan for the teacher appreciation lunch fell through and I showed up at noon with a full bad ass meal for free that they appreciated what I had to offer. But fuck em I suppose if they want to waste their money that's fine except I guess that some of it is mine.

So my damn children have been giving me more gray hair here lately especially in my facial hair and I have been feeling a little old at 36. It doesn't help that I am the oldest person in my kitchen by 6 years. I will bitch about this in the geezer group I'm sure but today I was talking to the next oldest guy about movies and I mentioned The Chase. He had never seen the Chase obviously I was surprised because I have seen it hundreds of times(that is not an exaggeration, I missed a lot of very expensive college to spend my afternoons watching the Chase). So I started asking around, no one had seen it and one chick said " oh, I think I saw it with my grandma on time" are you fucking kidding me, your grandma must be super fucking awesome if she watched a two hour car chase movie with Charlie Sheen and Christie Swanson and then people started saying "who is Christie Swanson?" Seriously, one dude knew who Christie Swanson was. I could have populated a small dessert island with the kids I could have made jerking off to the thought of Christie Swanson and I never liked blondes. It makes me want to go buy the Chase right now and make them all watch it but then I would have to explain who Henry Rollins was and why him playing a cop was so cool and that might just pop my tiny little brain.

Enough rant about that I suppose. I shall enjoy my home made left overs and my last ten minutes of peace before the girls get home from the store. Peace out SG.