WorkFarce Wizard

Saturday, September 01, 2001

 
Took the boys to see Moulin Rouge today. As expected, Troy was the most appreciative, followed by Trystan. While Shannon seemed to enjoy it, he was constantly bothering me.

"This song wasn't on the CD!"
"Yes, it was honey. Hush."
"Can I go buy some popcorn?"
"No. Be quiet."
"Was this song on the CD?"
"Yes. Shut up."
"I have to go to the bathroom."
"Fine, let's go."

This last, of course, had to occur just before one of the parts I most wanted to see again, the "Like A Virgin" scene. And he continued to bug me throughout the whole thing. Both before and after the movie, of course, he was straggling behind, looking at bubbles and toys. Love him dearly, have wanted to strangle him all day.

10:06 PM

 
Well, it's morning, and I feel a bit better about everything. I realised that I don't care what anyone really thinks about this thing, it's a cathartic experience for me, is all, really. So, I might decide to tell stories, or bitch about something that means nothing, or whatever. Doesn't matter. What matters, AFAIC, is what it feels like for me. And, right now, considering that I'm not, nor will I ever be, in the public eye, It's just a means of tracking my internal monologue.

Also, I have always been convinced that saying things (and, by extension, typing them and publishing them on the web) makes them more real. If I leave it all inside, that doesn't do me any good - there is no absolute proof that it really happened, or that I really thought it, or whatever. This way, it's there, in stark black-and-kindof-cream-lime-green, for everyone (mostly me) to see. I know it's there, and that makes it more, I dunno, precise.

Going to do two things today: Go visit the new house, show the kids around, let them pick their rooms, etc. Then we're going to take them to see Moulin Rouge, one of the most brilliantly entertaining movies I've ever seen. Also, we have to pick up some scrips for Ree, and probably get some lunch. SO, three things. No, wait, 4. Whatever. I have things to do.

12:21 PM

Friday, August 31, 2001

 
Blah, blah, blah.

God, I feel so fucking insipid. Why the hell would I think that this is any better than just writing it in my journal? Why on earth would I think that ANYONE would care what I have to say?

Ah, well. I'm sure this isn't much worse than many of the other blogs out there.

11:51 PM

 
So, here's my question: When the hell did Wil Wheaton become so fucking cool? I mean, his cousin (or was it brother? Anyway, Eric) was a complete dickhead. But, judging from the shit on his website, Wil seems pretty cool. Which is weird.

10:53 PM

 
Soooooooo . . . .

Still no house. We're obviously not going to get it this weekend. Which kind of pisses me off, since we picked this weekend for very specific reasons, including the fact that it's a long weekend, and that we wanted to get moved the beginning of the month, so we'd have to pay less on this fucking trailer. Also, it'll be MUCH easier for all the boys to get to school once we get moved.

Ah, well. Everyone says the first house is the hardest.

9:48 PM

 
Oh, yeah, and my mother-in-law is absolutely fucking crazy. She got it into her head to get married, all-of-a-sudden, at the beginning of this month. The major consequences of this action thus far, at least as far as I'm concerned, are as follows:

A) One of her children is not talking to her, or, indeed, anyone else in the family. This is because Marie had to tell her about it, because Pat didn't bother. Pretty fucking rude, if you ask me.
B) I had to spend 8+ hrs moving her stuff into her new house, because the movers she hired didn't do their fucking jobs. She now expects me to pay T&T the money she promised them, while she'll pay the movers for the paltry 30 minutes they spent delivering stuff here. HAH!
C) We now have a new cat with a stupid name. Her new (and very annoyingly religious) husband "doesn't like cats" and threw her cat outside the other day, so, guess what? Sweetness (I told you the name was annoying) is now living with us. At least she'll get brushed once in a while.

9:27 AM

 
Well, I still don't know what's going on with my house. The loan person I've been working with has gone on vacation and passed me over to someone else. My Realtor has still not had those repairs done, AFAIK.

9:07 AM

Thursday, August 30, 2001

 
Oh, Jesus. Turns out my company is having MORE troubles approving my expense reports. Last time, they waited so long that my corporate card was actually cut off . . . . Fuck it. They don't pay my expenses, I can't travel. That's the way it goes.

9:41 PM

 
It's a turtle massager!

Not, may I clarify, a device intended for massaging turtles, but a massager in the shape of a turtle.

I SO have needed a massage.

7:13 PM

 
Marie's home now, with some sort of surprise.

7:04 PM

 
Shitfiregoddamn! I don't want to sit around anymore, I want to get moving! I want to sign all the papers and get into my new house, with 2 bathrooms, more space for the boys, TREES, and everything . . . . C'mon, I want it and I want it now! Haven't I put up with enough????

AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

7:02 PM

 
Currently working to update my Live365 station - I'm all about the free web stuff, it appears!

6:20 PM

 
So, anyway, here's the thing . . . .

There are a few pieces that my realtor was supposed to take care of - getting the eaves repainted, getting handrails put up, that sort of thing. Minor stuff. She didn't, and now it looks like I'm going to have to wait until next week to close. I specifically wanted to close this week, so that we could move in over the Labor Day weekend. I'm fairly pissed off about the situation, since I have done everything I could to get this taken care of, and, in fact, everything on my side is good.

Grump, grump, grump.

5:36 PM

 
OK, yes it is.

Anyway . . . .

I think I might just enjoy this, particularly the annonymity of it. If I take my name out. Which I might. Or not, I don't know. But this would be a wonderful means to bitch and whine.

3:20 PM

 
Is this thing working?

3:17 PM

 
Well, today was the day I was supposed to close on my first house, but, due to a couple of problems with the house (minor stuff, but it doesn't pass FHA), I'm not. Hopefully tomorrow, but my realtor hasn't worked on getting the stuff done yet, so who knows??

I've decided that, given some of the shit I'm going to say on here, I'm not going to post my real name.

3:13 PM