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I've spent hours trying to write 'about me' so I just gave up and you'll have to figure this out for yourself. Thanks for stopping in anyway!

Thursday, March 27, 2008

And behold...

My room is finally clean and ready for my parents visit this weekend.

Yes...I'm one of those guys. Years of living on my own without visitors (other than my kidlings) has spoiled me from the chore of keeping my room well maintained.

I will say it's a therapeutic task, one that I need to make more of a habit.

Somewhat on the same subject, this is one step toward my goal of self-improvement. It's just one step, but it's a whole lot easier changing one thing at a time rather than overwhelm myself by doing it all at once. There's just too many things to change without wanting to hide my head in the proverbial sand.

Moving on, the room overhaul was therapeutic in that I had the opportunity to condense some boxes and finally use my bookshelf for something other than displaying random junk. I actually have books on my bookshelf now! Who knew Toby liked to read?...y'know...other than me. When I have more time this weekend, i'll organize them by genre...then it'll look like a real bookshelf (I'm just a poser right now).

Speaking of which, here's a question to my reader(s), how do you organize your bookshelf? Title? Genre? Author? Size/shape?

Sadly, I have been living in said place for 2 years now and I never really unpacked. I guess I thought i'd be outta here by then. Like so many other things in my life, I should've known better and just unpacked.


Here's a list of junk/keepsakes from my recent 'room maintenance' project;
  • Spongebob Mug and Shaving kit - I'm listing these together because they're gifts my children gave to me. Although I doubt I'll use either one of them, I still keep them simply because my kids got them for me.
  • All of my old journals - When/if I ever get a bird, I have plenty of material to line the cage. Maybe one day, i'll transcribe them into electronic format (after considerable editing of course).
  • Globes - I'm a big fan of globes and pictures of our planet. From Space, it looks so peaceful and quiet. Even if I can't be an Astronaut when I grow up, I still want to see Earth from Space. My life will be complete when this happens.
  • Kid toys - how they ended up in my possession, I have no idea, but there they are!
  • Old Clothes - My only motivation for keeping these is that one day, I'll be slim enough to wear them again.
  • More fucking books - Not books on fucking mind you...just books I will likely never read...ever. My favorite book I will never read; 'The Idiot's Guide to Prayer'. The only reason I picked up this book is because I was so amused that anyone would even think of writing it. Okay, so maybe I'm the idiot for contributing to another idiot's salary. I can live with that.
  • Photos - What can I say about old photographs other than I should probably ask for albums in which to place said photos?
  • Random Womens' email addresses and contact numbers - Why I held onto these for so long is an utter mystery to me. I blame the fact that I didn't allow myself very long to pack before I had to leave my last residence.
Note to self...throw away my ugly history with women before I have to look through it again.
  • Drug paraphernalia - I know I'll never use my 18" bong ever again. Maybe I'll keep it around as a Vase? Hah, maybe after Mom and Dad leave.
  • Old CDs/Mixed MP3 CDs - I must've spent half my time reminiscing over music I haven't listened to in years. It's time to start ripping CDs again!
  • My former roommate's junk: A painting of a Buffalo (i'm thinking of letting my daughter paint on it to give it some character), a Camo colored Camel pack, and a bag of weed that looks to be older than my kids.
  • Paperwork - Let's just say I'm as unorganized as I am lazy...maybe these two are somehow related?
That concludes the cleanup operation. Now I just have a significant amount of laundry to do in the next few days. Fortunately, I took care of ensuring my room doesn't have that strange herbal smell any longer, so I don't think my parents will be too disappointed in my living situation.

Suggestions?

Anyone have any suggestions on where to visit here in the Bay Area?

I was thinking of taking them to the Chabot Space & Science Center, but I'm not sure if my kids will like it. Also, I thought they might like a visit to Japan Town. Unfortunately, I haven't done a lot of touring around yet even though I've lived in the area for a few years now.

Thanks in advance for your suggestions.

And that's all I have for you today. Cheers!

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

She's 10 today...

but she will always be my baby girl no matter how old I allow her to become.

It's been 10 years since I paced while chain smoking cigarettes outside the Hospital waiting for her to arrive. I have never known the feeling of utter devotion to another human being since my son and daughter were born, but when my little girl arrived, I felt complete.

I have two children; one boy and one girl. How could you get more complete other than having them at the same time?

Happy Birthday to my baby girl...I'm going to go cry now.

Friday, March 07, 2008

Effing Crazy

Now and then something happens to make me appreciate just how easy I have it (being separated from my wife). Yesterday was one of those days in fact.

It all started a few weeks ago when I received a phone call from one of my closest friends. He was going out of town and asked me if I could help him out by picking up his little girl from her Elementary School. I totally adore her so, it really wasn't a big deal for me to do this. 'No problem' was what I said and I even went as far as to give myself a reminder a few days in advance.

Fast forward to yesterday where I had met up with friend's current wife (also a close friend of mine). She gave me directions, the booster seat, and a hug, then went back to her place of business.

So it comes time for me to leave and just to make sure I'd be there when her school day ended, I left a tad early. Unfortunately, I had never been to the area, which is also why I gave myself such a wide time buffer. Also unfortunate was that the directions I had were a tad mis-informed, so I ended up driving around for about 30 minutes before I stopped to ask someone where the hell the Elementary school was.

To make matters worse, my cellphone died. Yeah...my bad for not charging the damn thing before leaving that day. This is where I am at fault, I acknowledge this, totally my bad.

When I finally arrive at the Elementary School, I am now 45 minutes late. I go inside the School, speak with the administrator, and she tells me that they put the little girl on the bus. Why? I have no freaking idea. Anyway, shortly thereafter, the girls mother shows up (my buddy's ex-wife) totally and completely ape-shit crazy.

She sees me and proceeds to scream at me at the top of her lungs. Not only is she hysterical, she's totally incommunicable. From what I know of her so far, I think she's unstable and illogical. So far, this is exactly what she's demonstrating.

Her only reasonable point is that, yes, her little girl was not picked up in time. Point taken, I would've been rather upset too, but not on the verge of screaming at someone.

Needless to say, said cunt-whore ex-wife of my friend calls everyone she knows screaming at them for me being late, etc, etc. Totally...over...the...top. I feel really bad for my friend that he has to deal with this woman for the next 10+years. Wow...I've got it easy. So yeah, that's why I'm happy that my ex isn't a raging irrational cunt.

The End (thanks for not being an irrational cunt!).