I've had quite the string of expletives today... my son slept for 30 minutes, which gave me enough time to write out a single eBay item --and then lose it.
The boy's screaming. Again. My daughter insists on watching Sleeping Beauty for the 3rd time this week.
I've changed my email address connected to Blogger becuase Google's too busy taking over the world to help me access my email account again. Bastards.
And now my fish has died.
Geez... is it Saturday yet?
Friday, September 16, 2005
Angry Today
I have had very, VERY little sleep since I got up Tuesday morning to head into my last week of school.... 136 hours of work into my 4 final projects for the semester. A lot of damn, hard, friggin' work. the one class I saw as a "breeze" netted me a C+ after I received all my assignments AFTER submitting my final project. What's that mean? Any mistakes I'd unwittingly made on previous assignments were all present on my final becuase I didn't KNOW I'd made any mistakes.
Jerk.
I tried sleeping at campus on Wednesday night/Thursday morning atfer already being up for an all-nighter Tuesday into Wednesday. Got almost 90 minutes' sleep in my car before all the shipping trucks showed up (and drove over the series of double-speedbumps set up in the lot. So, I just got back to work and somehow made it through Thursday and came home. I was supposed to go to a meeting last night, but... no way was I going. They usually go to 11pm or later and I wasn't putting up with that. I'd rather go home and sleep.
Only I had to pick up the kids and take care of them until they fell asleep. My daughter at 9 and my son at 10:30. So, I got into the Coca Cola to keep me awake until the kids were asleep.
Only that kept me up 'til about 1am.... From 9am Tuesday to 1am Friday: 90 minutes' sleep. At least my wife's home all day today to take care of the kids.
Except she forgot to write down she's working again today. At least that means I'm only taking care of my son until 2pm when we got to pick my daughter from school.
Except she's sick today. And my son's screaming for his Mommy. (I feel so loved).
So, hopefully my son goes for a nap this afternoon. Then maybe I can get to work on eBay stuff downstairs. and check my email.
Except suddenly my gmail account was in Russian, so I reset the language and now I can't login anymore.
And my son is still screaming 45 minutes later. And I barely had any sleep because of the screaming.
And I can't get help from Google for my f-cking gmail account because I used my old work email address as a secondary address (shit!).
AND I can't do any eBay stuff today because I'm using our upstairs ancient computer (a Celeron 300) which seems to be more vegetative on a daily basis. My typing may be horrendous in this message simply becuase the keys are getting tight on the keyboard.
AND it won't recognize the optical mouse so I have an old mouse attached which literally bounces aroundthe screen when you move it.
AND I need to get in touch with my parents as we need a co-signor for a home-equity loan in order to survive the next 12 months.
AND I really, really need this kid to stop screaming!
And, Dreama, what is it that everyone on the planet is doing at the same time? The optimists (you saw the messages) say 'breathing.'
I say dying.
Jerk.
I tried sleeping at campus on Wednesday night/Thursday morning atfer already being up for an all-nighter Tuesday into Wednesday. Got almost 90 minutes' sleep in my car before all the shipping trucks showed up (and drove over the series of double-speedbumps set up in the lot. So, I just got back to work and somehow made it through Thursday and came home. I was supposed to go to a meeting last night, but... no way was I going. They usually go to 11pm or later and I wasn't putting up with that. I'd rather go home and sleep.
Only I had to pick up the kids and take care of them until they fell asleep. My daughter at 9 and my son at 10:30. So, I got into the Coca Cola to keep me awake until the kids were asleep.
Only that kept me up 'til about 1am.... From 9am Tuesday to 1am Friday: 90 minutes' sleep. At least my wife's home all day today to take care of the kids.
Except she forgot to write down she's working again today. At least that means I'm only taking care of my son until 2pm when we got to pick my daughter from school.
Except she's sick today. And my son's screaming for his Mommy. (I feel so loved).
So, hopefully my son goes for a nap this afternoon. Then maybe I can get to work on eBay stuff downstairs. and check my email.
Except suddenly my gmail account was in Russian, so I reset the language and now I can't login anymore.
And my son is still screaming 45 minutes later. And I barely had any sleep because of the screaming.
And I can't get help from Google for my f-cking gmail account because I used my old work email address as a secondary address (shit!).
AND I can't do any eBay stuff today because I'm using our upstairs ancient computer (a Celeron 300) which seems to be more vegetative on a daily basis. My typing may be horrendous in this message simply becuase the keys are getting tight on the keyboard.
AND it won't recognize the optical mouse so I have an old mouse attached which literally bounces aroundthe screen when you move it.
AND I need to get in touch with my parents as we need a co-signor for a home-equity loan in order to survive the next 12 months.
AND I really, really need this kid to stop screaming!
And, Dreama, what is it that everyone on the planet is doing at the same time? The optimists (you saw the messages) say 'breathing.'
I say dying.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Hello Time Bomb
Had another long bout with the kids today/tonight. It's coming on 10:30 and I'm finally getting away from them.
Phew!
I'm also drinking. Have I mentioned the drinking? Not only back on coffee, but tonight's mug also has a bit of Kahlua and Bailey's mixed in for good (goooood) measure.
I feel warm.
The bottle of Kahlua (to give you an idea how often I drink it) is the leftovers from my 27th birthday (good thing I'm only 29, dammit!). It was an office cake. Yep, with Kahlua. There were only 5 of us in the department that summer. There had been 30+, but most people had been laid off in the springtime and somehow we'd survived. Most of us were on temporary contracts and they couldn't be bothered buying us out. So, we screwed around instead. I think 1 person from that party still works at the university. My friend Bean was one of the ones laid off, but she had enough seniority to stick around until last week. Anyway, the guy who does all the bad news stuff (there's always one and I can pick 'em out faster than I can with my oddly built in gaydar) decided to drop by the office that day tos ee how we were coping. I'm sure the bottlew of Kahlua at the reception desk was pretty much a dead giveaway.
And, yes, he's the one I had my meeting with back in October...
I'm really digressing right now, you have no idea.
Anyway, to sum up: Drinking.
Don't know if you've had a chance to play Sims 2, but I noticed something the other day on my "mental break" from my projects. I haven't played in quite some time, but it's the type of game where I can sit down and play for just a few minutes and then move on. Even though I'm going through a majorly complicated plot with all my characters --one guy's impregnating the entire female population.
Hehe.
Anyway, one of the women who is really showing right now was dealing with her other 3 kids and was looking pretty weak and tired. As I was playing, I thought something had happened with my speakers as there was a weird noise continually humming along. Within moments, I noticed that the woman had just laid down on the floor like Sims do when they're so exhausted and can no longer hike to their beds (the timing's off in sims games and if your house is too big, it could literally take all morning for your Sim to wake up, shower, and cook breakfast --the walk to the kitchen being in excess of 1 hour).
And then Death walked into the house and claimed her soul.
Aside from the one really bad housefire, it was my first experience with Sim-death. I'm not sure if the noise was part of it or not, but it definitely added a level of spookiness to it.
Even worse, as I tried desperately last night to get some sleep, I found myself both awake --and hearing a similar noise.
Finally fell asleep just before 5 this morning. And then up and helping take care of my little terrorist by 8:30.
Yes, my son's definitely a terrorist. Screw this "terrible two's" B.S. Nope, it's the "terrorist two's." Think of it this way: "Terrible" means 'bad.' Therefore, to be "terrible" means to be bad, or misbehave. Name a 2-year old who merely misbehaves.
Now, can you think of a 2-year old who creates havoc wherever he goes, lays down senseless and utter destruction anywhere at anytime and AND has no regard for his own life or anyone else's?
I can. He's in his crib sleeping peacefully right now. He's kind of a cute terrorist too.
Phew!
I'm also drinking. Have I mentioned the drinking? Not only back on coffee, but tonight's mug also has a bit of Kahlua and Bailey's mixed in for good (goooood) measure.
I feel warm.
The bottle of Kahlua (to give you an idea how often I drink it) is the leftovers from my 27th birthday (good thing I'm only 29, dammit!). It was an office cake. Yep, with Kahlua. There were only 5 of us in the department that summer. There had been 30+, but most people had been laid off in the springtime and somehow we'd survived. Most of us were on temporary contracts and they couldn't be bothered buying us out. So, we screwed around instead. I think 1 person from that party still works at the university. My friend Bean was one of the ones laid off, but she had enough seniority to stick around until last week. Anyway, the guy who does all the bad news stuff (there's always one and I can pick 'em out faster than I can with my oddly built in gaydar) decided to drop by the office that day tos ee how we were coping. I'm sure the bottlew of Kahlua at the reception desk was pretty much a dead giveaway.
And, yes, he's the one I had my meeting with back in October...
I'm really digressing right now, you have no idea.
Anyway, to sum up: Drinking.
Don't know if you've had a chance to play Sims 2, but I noticed something the other day on my "mental break" from my projects. I haven't played in quite some time, but it's the type of game where I can sit down and play for just a few minutes and then move on. Even though I'm going through a majorly complicated plot with all my characters --one guy's impregnating the entire female population.
Hehe.
Anyway, one of the women who is really showing right now was dealing with her other 3 kids and was looking pretty weak and tired. As I was playing, I thought something had happened with my speakers as there was a weird noise continually humming along. Within moments, I noticed that the woman had just laid down on the floor like Sims do when they're so exhausted and can no longer hike to their beds (the timing's off in sims games and if your house is too big, it could literally take all morning for your Sim to wake up, shower, and cook breakfast --the walk to the kitchen being in excess of 1 hour).
And then Death walked into the house and claimed her soul.
Aside from the one really bad housefire, it was my first experience with Sim-death. I'm not sure if the noise was part of it or not, but it definitely added a level of spookiness to it.
Even worse, as I tried desperately last night to get some sleep, I found myself both awake --and hearing a similar noise.
Finally fell asleep just before 5 this morning. And then up and helping take care of my little terrorist by 8:30.
Yes, my son's definitely a terrorist. Screw this "terrible two's" B.S. Nope, it's the "terrorist two's." Think of it this way: "Terrible" means 'bad.' Therefore, to be "terrible" means to be bad, or misbehave. Name a 2-year old who merely misbehaves.
Now, can you think of a 2-year old who creates havoc wherever he goes, lays down senseless and utter destruction anywhere at anytime and AND has no regard for his own life or anyone else's?
I can. He's in his crib sleeping peacefully right now. He's kind of a cute terrorist too.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
College Town
Tuesday was the first day of school for the 2005-06 academic year.
It's also coming up on the 1-year anniversary since I left my job. And I don't think I ever made it official in these posts that I worked at a university. There, now I have. And, yes, I've gone from full-time university employee to full-time student in the past year.
Not really sure if I have a point to this post, just reflecting on the thought that Tuesday was the first "first day of school" I've missed at the university since 1990.
And that feels pretty damn strange right now. I was in high school in 1990.
I have time to reflect because I'm taking care of the kids right now. My wife's at work and while I'd like to be downstairs hard at work on my final projects (my semester ends September 15th), I'm taking care of the children. So, they're fully distracted by toys & cartoons (God bless Saturday mornings), and I have time to surf the 'Net a bit more than I should be able to right now.
So, to the "fans" I know are reading this:
Mad, I get the feeling your blog has become an intimate part of your life. You're sharing, venting, and healing all at once. I think I've learned more about you in the past month or so of posts than I have through your lists of 100 things...
Jules, good to hear from you again. Miss your blog, but it's somewhat totally understandable why you stopped.
Dreama, congrats on the job! Don't know if you've posted it yet on your own blog, but I saw your IM byline. And, no, I wasn't still up at 5am when you sent that note. I had long since gone to sleep (around 3:30...)
Oh, and one more thing. The coffee embargo stopped today. 36 days without a drop. I've been up since 8:30 and I'm on my 3rd cup and getting up now for my 4th.
And now I'm onto #4.
On September 22nd I have a lunch date with Bean, one of my first friends from working at the university. She & I worked together from August 1997 - June 2002. I had a couple of stops along the way, but somehow continued to work in the same department with her at the same time. She's moving north in October and I have to admit I'm still shocked to see her go. I thought she'd be there 'til the day she died (and knowing that place, it could be soon). Actually, she'd acknowledge that too and that's probably one of the reasons she's going. She was smart enough to request a 1-year leave of absence, "just in case," but most people don't come back after that year. I know one person who did and she lasted 6 weeks before she told everyone in her department to burn in Hell. And she was the director!
Bean was the one who owned a horse who shared my name. She's also the one who started the whole womanizer title for me. She'd talk about having sore thighs from "riding [the horse] all night" and a few people never clued in she wasn't referring to me. She stopped even trying to explain that it was actually a horse because people assumed she referred to me as the horse.
My horse noises in the hallways weren't helping with that either.
Ah, the good memories. Thet seem few and far between with the bad ones, but I'm starting to block those out on purpose. I might explain in a later post just where each co-worker (from Hell and not from Hell) fit in to my old university life.
Just not quite yet.
It's also coming up on the 1-year anniversary since I left my job. And I don't think I ever made it official in these posts that I worked at a university. There, now I have. And, yes, I've gone from full-time university employee to full-time student in the past year.
Not really sure if I have a point to this post, just reflecting on the thought that Tuesday was the first "first day of school" I've missed at the university since 1990.
And that feels pretty damn strange right now. I was in high school in 1990.
I have time to reflect because I'm taking care of the kids right now. My wife's at work and while I'd like to be downstairs hard at work on my final projects (my semester ends September 15th), I'm taking care of the children. So, they're fully distracted by toys & cartoons (God bless Saturday mornings), and I have time to surf the 'Net a bit more than I should be able to right now.
So, to the "fans" I know are reading this:
Mad, I get the feeling your blog has become an intimate part of your life. You're sharing, venting, and healing all at once. I think I've learned more about you in the past month or so of posts than I have through your lists of 100 things...
Jules, good to hear from you again. Miss your blog, but it's somewhat totally understandable why you stopped.
Dreama, congrats on the job! Don't know if you've posted it yet on your own blog, but I saw your IM byline. And, no, I wasn't still up at 5am when you sent that note. I had long since gone to sleep (around 3:30...)
Oh, and one more thing. The coffee embargo stopped today. 36 days without a drop. I've been up since 8:30 and I'm on my 3rd cup and getting up now for my 4th.
And now I'm onto #4.
On September 22nd I have a lunch date with Bean, one of my first friends from working at the university. She & I worked together from August 1997 - June 2002. I had a couple of stops along the way, but somehow continued to work in the same department with her at the same time. She's moving north in October and I have to admit I'm still shocked to see her go. I thought she'd be there 'til the day she died (and knowing that place, it could be soon). Actually, she'd acknowledge that too and that's probably one of the reasons she's going. She was smart enough to request a 1-year leave of absence, "just in case," but most people don't come back after that year. I know one person who did and she lasted 6 weeks before she told everyone in her department to burn in Hell. And she was the director!
Bean was the one who owned a horse who shared my name. She's also the one who started the whole womanizer title for me. She'd talk about having sore thighs from "riding [the horse] all night" and a few people never clued in she wasn't referring to me. She stopped even trying to explain that it was actually a horse because people assumed she referred to me as the horse.
My horse noises in the hallways weren't helping with that either.
Ah, the good memories. Thet seem few and far between with the bad ones, but I'm starting to block those out on purpose. I might explain in a later post just where each co-worker (from Hell and not from Hell) fit in to my old university life.
Just not quite yet.
Friday, September 02, 2005
All Kinds of Time
Oh-kay, it's 11:31pm and I've finally *finally* had 30 minutes to myself.
It's coming up on deadline time --scratch that, it is deadline time right now. I have one project due on Tuesday and 3 more within a week.
The first assignment is to be between 10 and 25 pages of storyboard art. Right now, I'm sitting at 8 pages, but may end up redoing the entire thing.
Well, CLOSE to the entire thing. It's a Sesame Street piece based on the letter 'S' and I've been doing a beach scene (sailboat, surfer, shark, shells, sand castle, sunset, starfish... Snuffalufagus).
Y'know... even a Google search doesn't really tell you how it's spelled. Hmm.
Anyway, my other assignments include a dozen Photoshop manipulation images (could actually be difficult to finish --I've only done one so far); a entire video game concept right down to the product box itself; and a character design from geometric construction to product presentation (public speaking, yay!).
Naturally, since this is my busiest time of the semester, you know what happens in the home...
Yep, my wife's schedule changed so drastically that now she only has 4 days off in September.
What happened? Faith is a fickle thing....
Anyway, I'm Captain Childcare on my "days off" which basically means over the next 2 weeks I'm taking care of kids, eating, stressing, and doing my schoolwork when the kids are sleeping...
Notice I didn't mention sleeping. I've invested in energy drinks to get me throught the next few weeks.
All kinds of time...
It's coming up on deadline time --scratch that, it is deadline time right now. I have one project due on Tuesday and 3 more within a week.
The first assignment is to be between 10 and 25 pages of storyboard art. Right now, I'm sitting at 8 pages, but may end up redoing the entire thing.
Well, CLOSE to the entire thing. It's a Sesame Street piece based on the letter 'S' and I've been doing a beach scene (sailboat, surfer, shark, shells, sand castle, sunset, starfish... Snuffalufagus).
Y'know... even a Google search doesn't really tell you how it's spelled. Hmm.
Anyway, my other assignments include a dozen Photoshop manipulation images (could actually be difficult to finish --I've only done one so far); a entire video game concept right down to the product box itself; and a character design from geometric construction to product presentation (public speaking, yay!).
Naturally, since this is my busiest time of the semester, you know what happens in the home...
Yep, my wife's schedule changed so drastically that now she only has 4 days off in September.
What happened? Faith is a fickle thing....
Anyway, I'm Captain Childcare on my "days off" which basically means over the next 2 weeks I'm taking care of kids, eating, stressing, and doing my schoolwork when the kids are sleeping...
Notice I didn't mention sleeping. I've invested in energy drinks to get me throught the next few weeks.
All kinds of time...
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