Imogen Heap me to my bed.

INSOMNIA, LITTLE HOUSE CHORES DANCING IN MY HEAD
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Weeeeeeeeeeeeell shit bloglles long time no see. I've been thinking about you blog I even started two or three posts but between work and house and my complete inability to sleep and the nagging feeling that I am somehow wasting my life I have been completely unable to finish a post. For the last two or three weeks I think that the average time that I have gone to bed is somewhere around 2am and when one has a 9-5ish, or in my case nearly 10-7, it makes for a rough morning. Every morning for the last three weeks I wake up around 8am struggle with the concept of getting up and then go right back to sleep continuing this process until a little after 9am when I finally get up shower and attempt to get to work by 9:30am. If it wasn't for the fact that I could probably throw a baseball and hit work I would probably have been fired for my inability to show up at a normal time. SG get's so pissed when I can't get up in the morning or when I can't fall asleep at night, well pissed isn't the right term but she gets irritated and for SG irritated might as well be pissed. I wish I could say that my mind is pondering some deep life question but really all I keep thinking about is about all the house work that I need to get done and how I neither have the time nor the money to get it done NOW! Like what you ask? How about finishing my breakfast nook, sanding, priming and re-painting my kitchen, refinishing three exterior doors one of which I did previously and poorly, finish the back fence, build a low stone wall next to the drive way, sand, paint and re-prime some exterior trim, re-plant grass, WHEEEEEZ. Oh and I think I'm going to see about getting a motrocycle license. Why? Gas is expensive and motorcycles are cool. Soon I'll be getting a tatoo of a heart on my shoulder and SG in binary across it. 1010101010101.


MR. DAD
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Ugh. Tuesday I called in sick mainly because I couldn't fall asleep and partly because I didn't want to go in. Instead I did all the things that a stay at home parent does except that I didn't cook dinner so they one upped me there. I lightly sanded the first coat of primer on the drawer fronts and cabinet doors and then applied another coat of primer on everything. Let's see I vacuumed the entire house with the help of Roomba, cleaned the bathroom, did two loads of laundry, bought the cat some of her "I'm a giant lard ass expensive cat food", went to Target, went to the grocery store, helped make dinner, and finished off my day ironing shirts. I'll say this much hat's off to you stay at home parents the jobs you do are much harder and 1,000,001 times more thankless than any job I can think off. I almost wanted to go back to work just so that I could sit in my chair for eight hours and do nothing more than type the occassional word on my screen, sip my coffee and try to stay awake as they slowly lower the temperature a degree every fifteen minutes.

My day of drudgery was made all that much worse because I HATE going to the grocery store as it doesn't matter which grocery store I go to I get 90% of the things I need in the first 10% of the time I'm there and then spend the next 90% of my time looking for the last 10%. Ask SG, I'm worthless I called her 5 times on Tuesday to tell her that I couldn't find something as if she could somehow log into the grocery store and determine where the item was I needed. That would be a thought though if grocery stores had terminals where you could type in a search to determine what isle an item instead of wondering around aimlessly hoping that sardines actually are with the fish instead of hidden behind a box of manwich.

What makes this whole thing that much more pathetic is that the grocery store I go to is more the size of a local neighborhood grocery store with no more than 8 isles of food. Part of the problem is that the grocery store is reorganizing their stock due to the fact that they now sell hard liquor so even if I had the slightest idea where something like say dried mushrooms were I really have no idea now. I did finally break down and ask someone after the third call to SG and felt vindicated when it took him 15 minutes to finally find them on the end of an isle on the top shelf in three tiny little whicker baskets. Dried mushrooms, who uses those anyway? Apparently I do when making a mushroom broth to go into SG's tomato and goat cheese soup. Listen close though if you ever want to do this yourself, take the mushrooms and put them in a bowl then pour steaming hot water and let them steep with a plate over the bowl for about 20 minutes. Then take a strainer and put a coffee filter into it and then pour the mushroom broth and mushrooms into it so as to filter any dirt that was among the mushrooms. I have NO IDEA if it was necessary but SG told me to do it so I did, effing leeming.

On a side and sort of intersting note did you ever wonder where that whole rock star peace sign done flipped came from? You know index finger and middle finger making a piece sign however instead of having your palm faced out from you it's facing in towards your body. Well so sayeth Globe Trekker it was back during the Hundred Years Wars when Britain and England were squabbling over territory and the rights to rule each others kingdoms. When the French would capture English archers they would cut off their index and middle fingers as those were used to fire an arrow. So when the English were taunting the English in battle they would hold up those two fingers as if to say "eat it we still have are fingers cock suckers", or some such. The whole Hundred Years Wars is actually really interesting if you choose to read up about it as apparently warefare went from chivalry and knights and what not to a muskets, cannons and a ends justify the means sort of mentality.

Cedar Me Point AR
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SG and I are off to Cedar Point today (Friday) to do a little evening roller coaster riding until they close followed by a over night at a state campground followed by another full day of coaster riding. I'm probably more excited about this than I should be mainly as I've never actually been to Cedar Point till they closed that I remember and I've never been there multiple days and especially for only $10 a hit. $10, yup that's not Pesos or Lira either. Olaf was kind enough to purchase a couple more free passes from a coworker at his job that were given out if you couldn't make it to his companies Cedar Point event. I was telling my Dad about my excitement about being at Cedar Point till they close on Friday and then all day again on Saturday and how I have never done this before. Apparently I do have the memory of a goldfish because my family did do it once one weekend many a year ago when we stayed at a friends condominium. I remember none of the Cedar Point trip though I do remember being very bored sitting next to a really brown lake wishing I was anywhere else. So the next time you have kids and are thinking about doing a real nice family vacation to an exotic locale remember this when I tell you that your children won't remember. You're just wasting your money, they don't care, they won't appreciate it and they won't remember it and all you'll get in the end are grumpy children and money wasted.

Seriously something that would have been highly memorable but I don't remember was that my brother was so ill that he couldn't walk more than 20 feet before he had to chuck into a trash can. That's the stuff of family legends talked about over dinner at Thanksgiving and I somehow don't even remmber it. Then again when he was younger a car ride anywhere with pot holes after a meal was taking the puking fate into your own hands.