Craptastic [Warning BIG Rant Ahead]
Yeah, it's me, back again with another amazing-o-BS-Report about my freakin' life.
Whoop de frickin' do.
Not that I'm bitter.
Yeah.
Anyhoo, the s--- continues to roll downhill over here, per usual. Skulde13 has been sick all weekend, and today. I've been dealing with sinus headaches all weekend, and I think Skulde13 may have passed on some of what she had to me, as I haven't been feeling too well. We had to cancel our plans for Saturday with some friends down in the city; the thing is, this is the second Saturday in a row we've had to cancel with them (see below). They're going to think we hate them or something.
I tried to get to work today only to find my car had the check engine light and the Overheating light on. Just what I wanted to see when I'm doing expressway driving. I pulled off the nearest ramp, parked at the nearest parking lot I could find, popped the hood, and saw the smoke rising out of it. Not good
I noticed a trail of fluid from whence I had came. Also not good. I have some sort of hole in my coolant line. Hopefully, it's only the hose, and not the whole radiator, although with my luck, I wouldn't bet on it.
I'm really just thrilled that I'm going to have ended up spending up over a third of my goddamned income from the last three months on different, unrelated car repairs - and these are things that just go over time - they just all happen to be hitting at the same time, relatively.
Let me also tell you how thrilled I am that my mechanic, who was supposed to have called me today, per usual hasn't, so I'm going to have to call him every three minutes, or my car gets put back to when he finally gets around to it.
This is coming off of last week, where my father was admitted to the hospital due to having a hard time breathing. We found out it was Pneumonia, which, coupled with his heart condition and emphysema, resulted in him getting in a fabulous weekend stay at Elmhurst Hospital. Saturday, I was reminded that it was grandparents day, so we went to buy some flowers and candy, only to find out we were shorter on funds than we thought, as we had forgotten to take into account $70.00 Skulde13 had spent on Antibiotics for an ear infection which was so severe she left work to go to the doctor's in a n emergency appointment. the week before, thus we had just enough money for gas to and from work that week.
After visting my grandmother, I have to call and explain to my friend we just can't afford to come down to the city for her Torchwood get together during the day. (I later had to call davimye and B. and let them know I wouldn't be able to make the cult T.V. night either,as I was just wiped by the time I got home). As soon as I hang up, my phone rings; it's my Grandmother telling me that as my father was being discharged, he blacked out and they don't know why.
Thus, I pick her up, and we all hustle to the hospital. They did a brain scan, which came back negative. We found out the next day, that while it was not a heart attack, his heart had just stopped. It most likely would have killed him had he not had the internal defibrillator which was implanted in his chest during a heart surgery. It kicked off and roused him. Scary in an after the fact sort of way.
This was all happening, I should mention, while skulde13 and I had left Bobgenghiskhan at REI for a job seminar. We ended up leaving a message for him, and he ended up having to wait for an hour and a half until we could get over to pick him up.
All in all, on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the worst week ever, and 10 being the best, I give these weeks a 2.7.
There are other things going on, as well, which are putting stress on Skulde13 and myself, which I do not wish to discuss over LJ (I may have discussed with some of you, otherwise feel free to email me if you really want to know). We've had a few really nasty fights resulting either directly or indirectly from this, so we've both been on edge because of it.
Plus, I haven't had a chance to really finish getting the house together, so that's been grating on both our nerves as well. I have a day off at the end of the month, and maybe I'll use that day to finish the house.
A few good things have happened though. I finally(!) had time this weekend to organize my Jyhad / Vampire: The Eternal Struggle Cards that aren't in the forty or so decks I have together. I now have three well organized Accounting binders full of cards. It only took about sixteen hours to do. (No joke - I was organizing literally from nine to eight on Saturday, and eight to noon on Sunday). Now to finish with Rage (I had organized mine Sunday afternoon, but I'm probably going to put Skulde13's with mine), and Magic. I'd really like to get a once a month or so card game day going. We also found a copy of vintage 1960's Mille Borne for a buck at Goodwill, which has all the cards! Woo Hoo!
Other than that, not much has been going on. I've been feeling very isolated and what not, but I've been so tired I sit down and just look at the computer, and the thought of even typing something is tiring. I've barely been to Aikido over the past couple of weeks, and Sensei's not going to be happy I missed Kenchusei tonight because of the car situation. (Although, the good news is that my parents are going to loan me their other car for a couple of days).
I miss my friends; it's just like over the past few months I'm moving from task to task, and when I'm not, some one is bitching me out for not being on some other task right that minute. I'm sure a lot of how I'm feeling right now is just the fact that I'm both physically and emotionally tired, as well as slightly under the weather, but damn, it would help if life stopped repeatedly kicking me in the balls long enough to at least get my breath back.
I need to find a new job. I'm also toying with the idea of picking up a second job, just bring in some more money. Skulde13 is also thinking about it. Some of the stress would disappear with a little more money coming in. It wouldn't take care of all of it, but damn, it sure would help with a lot of it. I worry it's affecting our marriage.
Don't get me wrong, we have a strong marriage, but the fights we've had recently seem to be a little worse in a couple of cases, and I don't want a small crack turning into something that lets the water behind the dam loose.
And one other thing that just has been gnawing at me. This is not aimed at most people, so forgive me if you are not them, but-
Live journal is somebody's journal. As such, it means they can post what ever they damn well please in it. They also have the right to write it as they see fit. What this means is . . . If they do not want to use punctuation, they have every goddamned right to write their journal that way. If they want to write in ALL CAPS THEY CAN DO THAT TOO. If they wish to misspell words, they also can do that. In short, when you are reading someone's journal they are allowing you to share part of their life. If they did not wish to extend that invitation, they would lock it to private or custom. Therefore, DO NOT dare to presume to tell them how they should or shouldn't write their journal, nor what they can put in it. They don't do it to you; you DO NOT have the right to do it to them. If you don't wish to read their posts, fine, don't. You have every right to skip it, just as they have every right to skip yours. Just scroll past it and move on. But quite frankly, I don't need your opinions on what people are or aren't allowed to put in their goddamned journals.
Once again, if you were not the intended recipient of that particular part of the entry, I apologize.
Well, that seems to be the end of this journal entry. I have a few other unrelated things to suggest, but they seem to be more appropriate in another entry, where people are not required to read all of my bitching to get to them.
Later,
Scott
"Every Artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief. All kill their inspiration, and sing about the grief."
-U2, The Fly
Whoop de frickin' do.
Not that I'm bitter.
Yeah.
Anyhoo, the s--- continues to roll downhill over here, per usual. Skulde13 has been sick all weekend, and today. I've been dealing with sinus headaches all weekend, and I think Skulde13 may have passed on some of what she had to me, as I haven't been feeling too well. We had to cancel our plans for Saturday with some friends down in the city; the thing is, this is the second Saturday in a row we've had to cancel with them (see below). They're going to think we hate them or something.
I tried to get to work today only to find my car had the check engine light and the Overheating light on. Just what I wanted to see when I'm doing expressway driving. I pulled off the nearest ramp, parked at the nearest parking lot I could find, popped the hood, and saw the smoke rising out of it. Not good
I noticed a trail of fluid from whence I had came. Also not good. I have some sort of hole in my coolant line. Hopefully, it's only the hose, and not the whole radiator, although with my luck, I wouldn't bet on it.
I'm really just thrilled that I'm going to have ended up spending up over a third of my goddamned income from the last three months on different, unrelated car repairs - and these are things that just go over time - they just all happen to be hitting at the same time, relatively.
Let me also tell you how thrilled I am that my mechanic, who was supposed to have called me today, per usual hasn't, so I'm going to have to call him every three minutes, or my car gets put back to when he finally gets around to it.
This is coming off of last week, where my father was admitted to the hospital due to having a hard time breathing. We found out it was Pneumonia, which, coupled with his heart condition and emphysema, resulted in him getting in a fabulous weekend stay at Elmhurst Hospital. Saturday, I was reminded that it was grandparents day, so we went to buy some flowers and candy, only to find out we were shorter on funds than we thought, as we had forgotten to take into account $70.00 Skulde13 had spent on Antibiotics for an ear infection which was so severe she left work to go to the doctor's in a n emergency appointment. the week before, thus we had just enough money for gas to and from work that week.
After visting my grandmother, I have to call and explain to my friend we just can't afford to come down to the city for her Torchwood get together during the day. (I later had to call davimye and B. and let them know I wouldn't be able to make the cult T.V. night either,as I was just wiped by the time I got home). As soon as I hang up, my phone rings; it's my Grandmother telling me that as my father was being discharged, he blacked out and they don't know why.
Thus, I pick her up, and we all hustle to the hospital. They did a brain scan, which came back negative. We found out the next day, that while it was not a heart attack, his heart had just stopped. It most likely would have killed him had he not had the internal defibrillator which was implanted in his chest during a heart surgery. It kicked off and roused him. Scary in an after the fact sort of way.
This was all happening, I should mention, while skulde13 and I had left Bobgenghiskhan at REI for a job seminar. We ended up leaving a message for him, and he ended up having to wait for an hour and a half until we could get over to pick him up.
All in all, on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the worst week ever, and 10 being the best, I give these weeks a 2.7.
There are other things going on, as well, which are putting stress on Skulde13 and myself, which I do not wish to discuss over LJ (I may have discussed with some of you, otherwise feel free to email me if you really want to know). We've had a few really nasty fights resulting either directly or indirectly from this, so we've both been on edge because of it.
Plus, I haven't had a chance to really finish getting the house together, so that's been grating on both our nerves as well. I have a day off at the end of the month, and maybe I'll use that day to finish the house.
A few good things have happened though. I finally(!) had time this weekend to organize my Jyhad / Vampire: The Eternal Struggle Cards that aren't in the forty or so decks I have together. I now have three well organized Accounting binders full of cards. It only took about sixteen hours to do. (No joke - I was organizing literally from nine to eight on Saturday, and eight to noon on Sunday). Now to finish with Rage (I had organized mine Sunday afternoon, but I'm probably going to put Skulde13's with mine), and Magic. I'd really like to get a once a month or so card game day going. We also found a copy of vintage 1960's Mille Borne for a buck at Goodwill, which has all the cards! Woo Hoo!
Other than that, not much has been going on. I've been feeling very isolated and what not, but I've been so tired I sit down and just look at the computer, and the thought of even typing something is tiring. I've barely been to Aikido over the past couple of weeks, and Sensei's not going to be happy I missed Kenchusei tonight because of the car situation. (Although, the good news is that my parents are going to loan me their other car for a couple of days).
I miss my friends; it's just like over the past few months I'm moving from task to task, and when I'm not, some one is bitching me out for not being on some other task right that minute. I'm sure a lot of how I'm feeling right now is just the fact that I'm both physically and emotionally tired, as well as slightly under the weather, but damn, it would help if life stopped repeatedly kicking me in the balls long enough to at least get my breath back.
I need to find a new job. I'm also toying with the idea of picking up a second job, just bring in some more money. Skulde13 is also thinking about it. Some of the stress would disappear with a little more money coming in. It wouldn't take care of all of it, but damn, it sure would help with a lot of it. I worry it's affecting our marriage.
Don't get me wrong, we have a strong marriage, but the fights we've had recently seem to be a little worse in a couple of cases, and I don't want a small crack turning into something that lets the water behind the dam loose.
And one other thing that just has been gnawing at me. This is not aimed at most people, so forgive me if you are not them, but-
Live journal is somebody's journal. As such, it means they can post what ever they damn well please in it. They also have the right to write it as they see fit. What this means is . . . If they do not want to use punctuation, they have every goddamned right to write their journal that way. If they want to write in ALL CAPS THEY CAN DO THAT TOO. If they wish to misspell words, they also can do that. In short, when you are reading someone's journal they are allowing you to share part of their life. If they did not wish to extend that invitation, they would lock it to private or custom. Therefore, DO NOT dare to presume to tell them how they should or shouldn't write their journal, nor what they can put in it. They don't do it to you; you DO NOT have the right to do it to them. If you don't wish to read their posts, fine, don't. You have every right to skip it, just as they have every right to skip yours. Just scroll past it and move on. But quite frankly, I don't need your opinions on what people are or aren't allowed to put in their goddamned journals.
Once again, if you were not the intended recipient of that particular part of the entry, I apologize.
Well, that seems to be the end of this journal entry. I have a few other unrelated things to suggest, but they seem to be more appropriate in another entry, where people are not required to read all of my bitching to get to them.
Later,
Scott
"Every Artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief. All kill their inspiration, and sing about the grief."
-U2, The Fly