ARGH....PTII

So, I didn't get the job, fine, whatever. I'll get over that one ok. Because now I have an even larger issue to deal with.

My GD computer shit it's power supply. Now how in the hell am I going to read all those blogs, listen to my favorite baseball team, surf porn, and all the other neat things that I do?

ARGH!

I didn't get the new job..........................I could've swore I had it, I had the 'feeling'. I'm a little pissy now, because of the news.

I'll be back around soon, when I can get my thoughts together.

$$$$$

Since the rocket left the pad, my paycheck has gone down drasticaly. I never realized how dependent we had become on the overtime I worked. I guess it was to be expected, what with all the time spent actually working the overtime, your bank account becomes accustomed to being padded with the 'extra' cash. We'll get by though, I actually like Top Ramen and Macaroni and Cheese. ;)

I have interviewed for another position here within the company. Basically it is a technical writing job, converting Engineer speak into Technician speak. I would be a translator of sorts, because everyone knows engineers don't speak english. The job pays more, is inside, and looks to be challenging. I am one of twenty-four people applying for the job. Wish me luck......

Gas Money

Last night the oldest used my gas money to buy his baseball gear for the camp he's in. It's ok, if I say so myself the kid is pretty damn good-looking in a uniform. He has taken to the classic 'high sock' look. Since he's a Red Sox fan, he looks the part. I would compare him to Trot Nixon in his look in a uniform.

Wednesday the Family and I are headed to another Manatee game. Our Health Insurance company is sponsoring a free night of Baseball with a flash of your insurance cards.
More money for beer....................

I have a Optometrist's appointment earlier that day, I hope my eyes aren't all dialated during the game. I'll be looking like a movie star with dark shades under the stadium lights.

Still haven't found my cat, but I'm getting rid of the kitten. He keeps pissing on my clothes. He was locked in a bathroom with a litter box, and still decided to use my shirt as a potty. I had a huge puddle of piss all over my shirt. Little bastard is lucky I wasn't moving too quick that morning.

I want MY cat back!

Guilty Pleasure

I just rediscovered an old guilty pleasure of mine from my youth..............disco.

I realize a guy with my background (stoner/rocker) is supposed to shun all disco. But today Fernando by ABBA and Donna Summer's Hot Stuff made it on the radio for a Father's Day weekend Disco two-fer.

And I was grooving in my seat, totally embarassing the kids.

Ladies and Gentlemen.........................................ABBA RULES!

Nothing

Haven't found Cat yet, but Mrs. Molly did find one on the local pound's website that looks similar to her.

Cat's going to be pissed, since she left, we took in a kitten. I named him after a new Japanese baseball player that joined my team.

Cat doesn't like strangers, people or cats, so if the cat at the pound is her, we may have a very awkward homecoming for her.

Nothing much more to say, still alive, just having dificulties trying to post, Blogger hates me........

J

I heard from an old friend today. She helped through a tough time in my marriage, right around the time when things were going really rough for us. She too was having some issues, and although her problems were irrepairable, she did help me with my marriage.

So thank you J, you came out of nowhere really and helped me out a great deal.

Cat

My damn cat ran away.

I loved that cat, she was just as anti-social as I am. She HATED people, unless you were in the kitchen. Then she LOVED you, it's the only time that damn cat ever showed any love.

The coolest part of that cat was everynight as soon as everyone settled in for the evening she would go batshit and attack invisible mice running across the floor.


If anyone sees an anti-social black and white cat, that answers to........well nothing. Please tell her to come home, I miss her. (Her name was Cat.)

Streetball

C1 (my oldest) has been playing streetball with the neighbor kids for the past week. He was really embarrassed at first because he couldn't hit, or catch the ball very well. The thing is, for safety's sake, and my car's sake the kids have been using tennis balls, instead of baseballs or T-balls. Tennis balls are much harder to catch, according to him, because they are so light.

I poked my head outside last night, and it wasn't necessarily the ball's fault, as it was the guy throwing to C1. The kid was throwing really crappy. Besides, I play catch with C1 all the time, and he does really good with a regular baseball.

C1 did get a couple of hits in, he even hit a double.

Been taking my boys to the Little League fields everyday after work. Been practicing with them, for next season, and or the Fall league. They love it, so I don't mind doing it.

Baby is still grumpy.......but she does smile now!

More Time

I wish I had more time in the day to do the things I like to do. Sometimes it feels like I have no time for myself. I realize that having a big family and working so damn much is the reason why, but man it would be nice to be able to dig out my old Konica 35 mm SLR and take some nice photos again. There is so much natural beauty around here in Central Florida, not like back home in Washington, but it's still very pretty in the natural un-developed areas around here, of which are disappearing at a rapid rate, thanks to a housing boom that seems endless.

I guess I should just take the young'uns with me and just do it, as the old Nike slogan went. (or still does, I'm so out of touch.)

Even now back to working eight hours a day it just doesn't seem like there is a whole lot of time left to do anything. Yesterday I got home from work took the kids out to the park to fart around at the baseball field and the playground. Before I knew it, my watch was reading six P.M.
I still had to drive home, put the little guys in the bath and get them all to bed. I had not even fed them yet at this point.

The kicker though, was my daughter yelling to me that my youngest, C3, had something wrong with him. I figured he fell off the equipment or something. So, I find him under the play structure crying. He had an accident in his shorts. I figured everyone has accidents no problem, we'll get this solved in a hurry. As I walk, and he waddles, to the car, I tell my other kids let's go. They ask why, and not wanting to embarrass him (C3) I said don't worry about it, let's go.

We get to the van, and I realize I'm in a bit of a pickle. No wipes, no old T-shirt, nothing to wipe his butt with. This particular park does not have a restroom neat the playground, just porta-potties (WTF?) I find one of MY socks in my Sunday-going-to-meeting shoes. So I wet the sock down with ice water (it's all I had) and proceed to pull down his underwear, and wipe away the greenest poo, that only a three y/o little boy could manufacture, off his ass.

C3 had to ride home wearing nothing but his shirt, and I had to listen to the other kids bitch the whole way home because C3 was stinky. I guess they don't remember the accidents they had. Like peeing inside McDonald's playground tubes. Or pooping at the pool at an Orlando resort. (I will have to write about this one.)


Nobody was in bed before nine last night, I didn't get in bed before ten, and four A.M. came really early this morning, when the alarm went off.