Holy old draft post!

Thursday, March 26, 2009
4:19pm: Left work to go home, change, poo



4:57pm: Hop back in the car and drive out to get my x-mas gift (1 hour massage) This is going to be great, my back has been killing me.



5:06pm: arrive 24 minutes early, call old friend and catch up. Ask why he hasn't made an effort to see my offspring.



5:18pm: Decide to walk in early.



5:19pm: Walk in and the masseuse is waiting.



5:19.30: Massage Therapist tells me she'll only have time for a 30 minute massage, she has another appointment at 6:15. Okay I guess.



5:30-6:oopm: Relaxation at about 80%, can't stop being pissed off that it's going to be cut short.



6:00pm: It's over, My back still hurts.



6:15pm: Get home and talk to the Prof., tell the Monkey to go do homework...at least 5 times, tell her to bring her cell phone up...10 times.



6:30ish?: Suki needs food and nipple guards, Professor needs vitamins and diapers. Rather than have to get everyone ready and loaded...We decide that I'll go run the errands.



List in hand I hit the usual suspects, Babies R Us, Giant and Walmart. Spend around $140 bucks, and include a little $4 pack of baseball cards.



9:00pm ish:Get home and unpack, eat leftover pizza, try to relax and get the "He's eating, no tv now" (for the record, the stinker is a PITA when it comes to feeding time-fusses, easily distracted and treats Suki's boobs like a Pirhana attacking a piece of flesh).



I dunno know what time it is, Tell Suki about the BS massage therapist and ask her to deal with it since she made the transaction. (It was a trade of goods, we gave her over $100 in baby clothing and I got a $25 massage).



10pm last night: ready for bed. realized the grocery getter needs to be dropped off for (overdue) inspection. awesome.



10:10: Monkey asleep on the sofa, she's not gonna be any help watching the Prof.



10:30: back from dropping off the car. eat one last slice of Pizza



10:32: Stupid nipple guards are worthless. Suki is in pain.





10:50: sit on couch to relax before bed. eat bowl of rice cereal with rice milk. I hate rice.



11:00ish: Totally ready for bed. we go up. I'm asleep before Suki finishes peeing.



6:16am: Alarms start.



6:58: Suki comes in pissed off. The Prof. is being snarky.



7:00am: Hit the shower, try to wake up.



7:15am: have to remind Monkey for the 5th time not to use the front door..."I forgot".





7:20: return from shower, Suki still awake, get clothes out, iron them and get dressed.



7:55am: Head out to go to work.





9:20: Get text. car needs tires. $550. ready tomorrow.



9:21: Call Suki, she says it just had tires put on. I asked her to check, cause if it did, then we can save $200. She says I'm trying to sleep. That's would be a $200 nap. To put this in perspective...I would need to work roughly 10 hours to take home $200. Ask her to check again. Get hung up on.



9:30: Get angry text. Now I'm pissed off too.



9:35: Call mechanic to find out more. He has to order the tires, Pirelli's. The last thing he had to order took him a week to get....

What was that?

I don't listen.

It may have something to do with the "Y" chromosome, it may be due to excessive concert attendance (can you still hear the same after a Skid Row and Guns n Roses show from 1991?).

Maybe it was the 6 summers I spent landscaping, running tillers, weed whackers and other large motorized equipment. Maybe it can be traced back to the days of waiting at the bus stop, trusty Sony Walkman blaring Ozzy or Metallica. Ask the kids three seats behind me and they could sing along.

Or is it due to the vocal chords of one 4 month old with allergy issues and a bum stomach?

Regardless of the actual physical reasoning behind it, I'll need to resolve this.

Speaking of din. I wish to envelop myself in a cloak of white noise, actually brown noise is more appealing.

I am frustrated with the lack of accuracy amongst my professional brethren. Not implying that I'm perfect, just that I am constantly fixing things over and over again that I've already pointed out. This would be slightly less annoying if my attempts at learning these folks about how to do something correctly wasn't received with a pissed off attitude. Sorry to put you off jackhole, but if you'd done it correctly the first or hell even the third time, you wouldn't have all these "changes", as you like to call them.

Ooops, it's lunch, I guess I didn't hear the alarm.