Table 14
The last two mornings have been so pleasant outside, though yesterday and now today you can feel the summer heat creeping in. We've had more "Spring" weather this year than most though. No immediate transition from cold to blazing hot like usual.
It's Monday and I've walked almost 4000 steps already before lunchtime "working at home". I feel like I have more tasks to do on Mondays than any other day. Laundry being added to the usual chores indoor and out. It's funny because yesterday we were severely hungover and wanted nothing more than to stay home and enjoy just sitting outside in the morning, which we never do. And I think we only wanted to do it because we couldn't due to Mother's Day obligations. On days when I can sit for a few, I simply don't want to.
As far as the wedding Saturday, they are a nice couple and I am happy for them. There were some bizarre things that happened that I was confused about. They had a very quick ceremony, which was fine. But, they introduced them as married and they bolted down the aisle. No one stood and clapped for them, which I thought was just a standard wedding thing when the new couple departs the altar. Not to mention the ceremony was outside and they always seem to place the witnesses in the blazing sun. It happened at Lezzo's wedding too.
They also did their first dance BEFORE dinner, which I found confusing. The best man and matron of honor speeches were subpar at best. I still think my speech for Agent Smith was the ultimate best man speech. There was one bar in the venue, and the line for it was ridiculous half the night. Also, it was one of these barn places and the sound was just bouncing off the walls and you could barely hold a conversation with the music playing early on. The Sparrow's throat was all sore yesterday from having to talk so loud just to maintain a convo.
The DJ sucked, of course. It seemed towards the end of the evening he was playing what *HE* wanted to hear and not anything anyone had asked him to play. Not to mention the couple asked for music suggestions beforehand. Several times the guy lost the crowd, but I am sure he chalked it up to the crowd not being "hip" enough... and not that the music he was playing was boring, modern trash.
There was another former coworker of the Sparrow's there who is getting married in August and he was talking about "taking notes" with this wedding and I told him he needs a DJ to play the usual, classic 70s, 80s and 90s hits mixed with a light sprinkle of modern stuff. You want to appeal to the widest range of folks at a wedding to get them all to dance. Justin Bieber and Taylor Swift are not going to work the entire night (or at all with someone like me).
One other thing that happened which annoyed us. We were assigned to table 14. We were to be sitting with the aforementioned ex-coworker and his fiance, Miss Science and her husband (who is actually trans and I'd have had no clue had I not been told) and then this beast of a woman and her husband (she was also a former coworker of his).
There was this chick there named Jess and her wet blanket fiance, and they both hate each other. She's got all kinds of social anxieties and her life hinges on the validation she gets from other people. And then this other former coworker who actually was in the Sparrow's sister's wedding, Michelle, and her even wetter, duller, anti-social husband. These two cunts and their husbands were supposed to be at table 15.
Well, they took it upon themselves to take our seats at table 14, staking them out almost immediately after the ceremony. So the Sparrow, Miss Science, her partner and I all had to sit at table 15. The four people there were fine, but it was just fucking rude. No one said anything directly, though I did comment to the beast woman about it, knowing she is a gossip and she might say something. We figured it wasn't as big of a deal to make a stink at someone else's wedding, but that it was just absolutely fucking ignorant.
We assume Jess probably didn't want to sit at a table with strangers, no clue what the Michelle bitch's excuse would be. I think they definitely knew what they were doing too by how they were guarding the seats from the minute we walked up. Fucking cunts.
The Michelle woman was crazy though. I'd met her at some Christmas party 3 years or more ago. She's ex-baptist and 100% suburban white woman. From the minute she walked up, she was gushing all over me. SO HAPPY to meet me again. It was "SO COOL" that the Sparrow and I were together. I was "SO FUN AND FUNNY". She was just so desperately trying to ingratiate herself with me (and us) or something. Like she wanted to make sure I knew she was totally cool with "the gay thing" and she loved us for it.
Bitch, I don't need your approval or validation. This is why I hate being even accidentally associated with the Rainbow Cult. We don't need you fawning all over us like a couple of fucking retards. We don't even generally talk about being gay in these kinds of settings. A liberal would never shut up about it because they want constant validation for themselves. We simple do NOT care. We want to be treated normally, not "special" like we are missing some chromosomes.
In a way, Miss Science and her partner don't have to deal with this because her partner, Mr. Sister is so convincing as a man... like legitimately. Shockingly. Like, if I wasn't told it was once a girl, I would never have known. So they somewhat don't have to deal with these pride flag waving suburban white bitches who want to "take up the cause" when they were never asked to.
It got to the point, in the few times we engaged with them because we were pissed about the table thing, where she almost came across as condescending. In the way that my mom talks to me when she is infantilizing me. The Sparrow thought she might be trying to make up for the fact she used to be a baptist or something. I guess her husband was in an ever stricter, cultish church which she mentioned a few times she demeaned him for being "no fun" and not knowing how to dance.
I talked a bit with Mr. Sister one on one while the Sparrow and Miss Science were dancing. We talked about family and such. He did at one point ask if I knew he was trans, which I did. It's funny that I am saying "he" when writing about "him", but one on one he seems like a nice person. And I've not seen any of the militant crazy Rainbow Cult B,S, from either of them in any of the exchanges we've had. He was just a person, and that's fine.
It does fly into the face of my feelings that people who are trans are suffering from dysmorphia and it is more of a mental issue than nature "making a mistake" and putting them in "the wrong body". I suppose if he just did what he wanted to do and wanted to be left alone after that, it doesn't bother me. I know they talked about potentially having kids, which I do take issue with. Do I think "he" is happier as a man? I am not sure.
He seems to not like being in social situations, which doesn't necessarily mean anything. He was a she who was a lesbian, and Miss Science married her under that stipulation. So I guess I am confused on how this all works as far as Miss Science goes. She wanted a woman, now her woman is a "man"... we are talking stubble and all. Like absolutely looks like a chubby, slightly balding man. How does Miss Science resolve all that in her own mind?! It's a fascinating question.
We both like them and had a good time hanging out with them all night. The Sparrow always talks about enjoying working with Miss Science, though the political stuff is barely ever discussed. I am sure they saw the Trump and anti-vax stickers on the back of the Jeep. Because liberals are so crazy now, I never know how ones we are friends with (which are few) might react to such things. I mean, in 2016 people I knew were calling for my death and I don't think they were joking. Young folks I think are even crazier than the old queens I am referencing above.
Definitely the whole topic is something that could be analyzed further.
I am starting to notice an uptick in people wanting to make more plans as the summer approaches. It's difficult because we only have the weekends to really focus on anything and something like a wedding or a Mother's Day completely wipes out entire days we could be using to get stuff done. The vegetable garden thing cannot be put off much longer. We need to get the dirt and get the beds assembled and positioned NOW in order to get stuff growing. Not to mention the laundry list of other projects I am constantly going on and on about that don't get done.
And I think people think we are being anti-social when we don't make plans or meet them out. The Bro-In-Law just bought a new grill and commented about us coming over "soon" to cook out. I remember apartment living and I remember not having any responsibilities as far as my living situation goes. As long as the rent was paid, I could pretty much do whatever I wanted with my days and weekends. There simply was nothing to do. Here the list never ends. I got up at 5:14 this morning. From that time until 7:45 AM I was literally on the move, with a shower in the middle, doing stuff. Laundry, making breakfast juice, washing dishes, feeding the birds, replacing the hummingbird feeders, washing the old feeders, starting two loads of laundry, folding towels, watering a few plants on my trips back and forth.
It never ends and there's never enough time. It's not that I don't enjoy a lot of it. But juggling it all while I'm also supposed to be working is a pain. Not to mention sitting at my desk working at home I am left to look around inside and out and CONSTANTLY see all these things I wish I could be doing and things that absolutely NEED to get done... none of which are getting done. I don't know how my dad did it back in the day, working five and sometimes six days a week and then his one day or two days off would be spent working on massive house projects or fixing cars or who knows what else. I am sure he LOVED the occasional holiday or wedding to give himself a break.
The real problem, for both of us, is that at the end of the work day during the week neither of us wants to or generally has the energy to do anything. When it hits 4:00 (and sometimes earlier) I am just wiped out. I mean today I am still physically exhausted from the wedding, the driving, the drinking and the lack of sleep.
That's the other thing people don't understand. When someone asks us out on a week night or on the weekend and we don't go to bed at our usual time, we are both completely exhausted the next day. Just because we stay up late and have a good time doesn't mean I get to sleep in the next morning. The Sparrow, he will sometimes do so and he has no issue because the cats aren't in *his* face, climbing all over him and generally abusing him until they are fed.
And once I am out of bed, I feel little reason ever to get back into bed. I can't fall back asleep. I'll just be sitting there awake thinking of all the things I could be doing if I wasn't laying in bed.
Work/life balance... life/life balance. I don't know how to find it. I don't know where to find the motivation half the time. If I can't start out on something first thing in the morning it drops down to about a 5% chance I can motivate myself to do it later in the day. I am a morning person through and through. I have all my energy in the AM. I have all my drive then. By 4:00 in the afternoon I am already thinking about bed. It doesn't help that I am getting older. I feel it. I have no clue how to combat it and I am not sure one can.
It's Monday and I've walked almost 4000 steps already before lunchtime "working at home". I feel like I have more tasks to do on Mondays than any other day. Laundry being added to the usual chores indoor and out. It's funny because yesterday we were severely hungover and wanted nothing more than to stay home and enjoy just sitting outside in the morning, which we never do. And I think we only wanted to do it because we couldn't due to Mother's Day obligations. On days when I can sit for a few, I simply don't want to.
As far as the wedding Saturday, they are a nice couple and I am happy for them. There were some bizarre things that happened that I was confused about. They had a very quick ceremony, which was fine. But, they introduced them as married and they bolted down the aisle. No one stood and clapped for them, which I thought was just a standard wedding thing when the new couple departs the altar. Not to mention the ceremony was outside and they always seem to place the witnesses in the blazing sun. It happened at Lezzo's wedding too.
They also did their first dance BEFORE dinner, which I found confusing. The best man and matron of honor speeches were subpar at best. I still think my speech for Agent Smith was the ultimate best man speech. There was one bar in the venue, and the line for it was ridiculous half the night. Also, it was one of these barn places and the sound was just bouncing off the walls and you could barely hold a conversation with the music playing early on. The Sparrow's throat was all sore yesterday from having to talk so loud just to maintain a convo.
The DJ sucked, of course. It seemed towards the end of the evening he was playing what *HE* wanted to hear and not anything anyone had asked him to play. Not to mention the couple asked for music suggestions beforehand. Several times the guy lost the crowd, but I am sure he chalked it up to the crowd not being "hip" enough... and not that the music he was playing was boring, modern trash.
There was another former coworker of the Sparrow's there who is getting married in August and he was talking about "taking notes" with this wedding and I told him he needs a DJ to play the usual, classic 70s, 80s and 90s hits mixed with a light sprinkle of modern stuff. You want to appeal to the widest range of folks at a wedding to get them all to dance. Justin Bieber and Taylor Swift are not going to work the entire night (or at all with someone like me).
One other thing that happened which annoyed us. We were assigned to table 14. We were to be sitting with the aforementioned ex-coworker and his fiance, Miss Science and her husband (who is actually trans and I'd have had no clue had I not been told) and then this beast of a woman and her husband (she was also a former coworker of his).
There was this chick there named Jess and her wet blanket fiance, and they both hate each other. She's got all kinds of social anxieties and her life hinges on the validation she gets from other people. And then this other former coworker who actually was in the Sparrow's sister's wedding, Michelle, and her even wetter, duller, anti-social husband. These two cunts and their husbands were supposed to be at table 15.
Well, they took it upon themselves to take our seats at table 14, staking them out almost immediately after the ceremony. So the Sparrow, Miss Science, her partner and I all had to sit at table 15. The four people there were fine, but it was just fucking rude. No one said anything directly, though I did comment to the beast woman about it, knowing she is a gossip and she might say something. We figured it wasn't as big of a deal to make a stink at someone else's wedding, but that it was just absolutely fucking ignorant.
We assume Jess probably didn't want to sit at a table with strangers, no clue what the Michelle bitch's excuse would be. I think they definitely knew what they were doing too by how they were guarding the seats from the minute we walked up. Fucking cunts.
The Michelle woman was crazy though. I'd met her at some Christmas party 3 years or more ago. She's ex-baptist and 100% suburban white woman. From the minute she walked up, she was gushing all over me. SO HAPPY to meet me again. It was "SO COOL" that the Sparrow and I were together. I was "SO FUN AND FUNNY". She was just so desperately trying to ingratiate herself with me (and us) or something. Like she wanted to make sure I knew she was totally cool with "the gay thing" and she loved us for it.
Bitch, I don't need your approval or validation. This is why I hate being even accidentally associated with the Rainbow Cult. We don't need you fawning all over us like a couple of fucking retards. We don't even generally talk about being gay in these kinds of settings. A liberal would never shut up about it because they want constant validation for themselves. We simple do NOT care. We want to be treated normally, not "special" like we are missing some chromosomes.
In a way, Miss Science and her partner don't have to deal with this because her partner, Mr. Sister is so convincing as a man... like legitimately. Shockingly. Like, if I wasn't told it was once a girl, I would never have known. So they somewhat don't have to deal with these pride flag waving suburban white bitches who want to "take up the cause" when they were never asked to.
It got to the point, in the few times we engaged with them because we were pissed about the table thing, where she almost came across as condescending. In the way that my mom talks to me when she is infantilizing me. The Sparrow thought she might be trying to make up for the fact she used to be a baptist or something. I guess her husband was in an ever stricter, cultish church which she mentioned a few times she demeaned him for being "no fun" and not knowing how to dance.
I talked a bit with Mr. Sister one on one while the Sparrow and Miss Science were dancing. We talked about family and such. He did at one point ask if I knew he was trans, which I did. It's funny that I am saying "he" when writing about "him", but one on one he seems like a nice person. And I've not seen any of the militant crazy Rainbow Cult B,S, from either of them in any of the exchanges we've had. He was just a person, and that's fine.
It does fly into the face of my feelings that people who are trans are suffering from dysmorphia and it is more of a mental issue than nature "making a mistake" and putting them in "the wrong body". I suppose if he just did what he wanted to do and wanted to be left alone after that, it doesn't bother me. I know they talked about potentially having kids, which I do take issue with. Do I think "he" is happier as a man? I am not sure.
He seems to not like being in social situations, which doesn't necessarily mean anything. He was a she who was a lesbian, and Miss Science married her under that stipulation. So I guess I am confused on how this all works as far as Miss Science goes. She wanted a woman, now her woman is a "man"... we are talking stubble and all. Like absolutely looks like a chubby, slightly balding man. How does Miss Science resolve all that in her own mind?! It's a fascinating question.
We both like them and had a good time hanging out with them all night. The Sparrow always talks about enjoying working with Miss Science, though the political stuff is barely ever discussed. I am sure they saw the Trump and anti-vax stickers on the back of the Jeep. Because liberals are so crazy now, I never know how ones we are friends with (which are few) might react to such things. I mean, in 2016 people I knew were calling for my death and I don't think they were joking. Young folks I think are even crazier than the old queens I am referencing above.
Definitely the whole topic is something that could be analyzed further.
I am starting to notice an uptick in people wanting to make more plans as the summer approaches. It's difficult because we only have the weekends to really focus on anything and something like a wedding or a Mother's Day completely wipes out entire days we could be using to get stuff done. The vegetable garden thing cannot be put off much longer. We need to get the dirt and get the beds assembled and positioned NOW in order to get stuff growing. Not to mention the laundry list of other projects I am constantly going on and on about that don't get done.
And I think people think we are being anti-social when we don't make plans or meet them out. The Bro-In-Law just bought a new grill and commented about us coming over "soon" to cook out. I remember apartment living and I remember not having any responsibilities as far as my living situation goes. As long as the rent was paid, I could pretty much do whatever I wanted with my days and weekends. There simply was nothing to do. Here the list never ends. I got up at 5:14 this morning. From that time until 7:45 AM I was literally on the move, with a shower in the middle, doing stuff. Laundry, making breakfast juice, washing dishes, feeding the birds, replacing the hummingbird feeders, washing the old feeders, starting two loads of laundry, folding towels, watering a few plants on my trips back and forth.
It never ends and there's never enough time. It's not that I don't enjoy a lot of it. But juggling it all while I'm also supposed to be working is a pain. Not to mention sitting at my desk working at home I am left to look around inside and out and CONSTANTLY see all these things I wish I could be doing and things that absolutely NEED to get done... none of which are getting done. I don't know how my dad did it back in the day, working five and sometimes six days a week and then his one day or two days off would be spent working on massive house projects or fixing cars or who knows what else. I am sure he LOVED the occasional holiday or wedding to give himself a break.
The real problem, for both of us, is that at the end of the work day during the week neither of us wants to or generally has the energy to do anything. When it hits 4:00 (and sometimes earlier) I am just wiped out. I mean today I am still physically exhausted from the wedding, the driving, the drinking and the lack of sleep.
That's the other thing people don't understand. When someone asks us out on a week night or on the weekend and we don't go to bed at our usual time, we are both completely exhausted the next day. Just because we stay up late and have a good time doesn't mean I get to sleep in the next morning. The Sparrow, he will sometimes do so and he has no issue because the cats aren't in *his* face, climbing all over him and generally abusing him until they are fed.
And once I am out of bed, I feel little reason ever to get back into bed. I can't fall back asleep. I'll just be sitting there awake thinking of all the things I could be doing if I wasn't laying in bed.
Work/life balance... life/life balance. I don't know how to find it. I don't know where to find the motivation half the time. If I can't start out on something first thing in the morning it drops down to about a 5% chance I can motivate myself to do it later in the day. I am a morning person through and through. I have all my energy in the AM. I have all my drive then. By 4:00 in the afternoon I am already thinking about bed. It doesn't help that I am getting older. I feel it. I have no clue how to combat it and I am not sure one can.