January 31st, 2006 -- End of January 2006
That's another month gone. I spent the month sick in bed with another damned absess. Two and a half weeks of intense pain and misery. Fun.
Health Problems...Again
I went to Dr. Tomlinson at Middlefort Urgent Care and he did the same thing as last time -- nothing. But he did manage to bitch me out about my high blood pressure and not having a doctor picked out. Right now, I could care less about doctors and all that crap. Kris and the kids are nearly obsessed with it and all it gives them is pain and misery.
Last time I went into Urgent Care, Dr. Tomlinson put me on sick leave and told me to wait and come back in a week. Because of that, I lost my job at HTI. So, this time, he gripes at me and has me set up a second appointment. He puts me on antibiotics, which was what I needed anyway. He refused to do anything about the absess, again. He could have lanced it so that I wasn't in such intense pain. But he didn't do anything.
That evening, it burst on its own. I cleaned it back up and bandaged it. The pain is just about gone. My blood pressure went back down. Wow. I cancelled my follow-up appointment and the next time I have one of these damned things, I'm just gonna go to the ER. Urgent Care is a total waste of time and I'mnot going back to them any more.
Fury of Wife
Today Kris came home in a bad mood. She decided to take a gander at the blog and was furious with me over the Christmas Entry. She didn't want to talk about it, which suits me fine. This isn't exactly news, as I have spoken to her many times about this stuff and she pretty much ignores it.
Why the hell shouldn't I be griping about it? She has an entire support system to bitch about stuff. I have just about nothing. Talking to her doesn't solve anything, it just makes her angry and defensive. Talking to her parents and family doesn't solve anything, either. They just bitch at her about it all, which makes her extra angry and defensive.
Talking to the kids doesn't solve anything because they don't pay attention to anything. It goes in one ear and out the other. Then they promise to do better just to shut us up. Five second after we turn our backs, they're right back to doing it again. Then they bitch at the grandparents they are being horribly mistreated and Kris gets a call bitching about the kids...making her extra extra angry and defensive.
Nothing will change. Everyone will promise to try harder. Everyone will forget about it and be right back to the same old crap ten seconds later.
Januray 2006 in Retropect:
I frickin' hate the word "retrospect," mostly because dumb-ass, numb nut sports commentators use it every frickin' other word when describing an athlete's contributions to their team. Holy Fuck! In retropect, sports commentators are all a bunch of dumb fucks, totally unqualified to voice their commentary on a real TV program, but bartely smart enough to form a complete sentence needed to describe the replay.
In retrospect, my colon was cleaner today, than it has been in five years, mostly because of an abrasive diet of fiber and the consumption of roughage needed to maintain a clean colon. And let me just say that the more greens you shit, the cleaner your colon will be. But only if you get a helathy dosage of cheese to keep your shit runny and drippy. A well-rounded diet softens your shit, whicle helping it clean you out.
In retrospect, the only thing I have accomplished this month was reinforce my desire to get as far away from these people as possible. It turns out that my impression the step-children had intelligence was a gross oversight. These two kids are dumb as a box of rocks. And they seem to only get less and less intelligent as they mature.
By the time Andrea is 15, I fully expect her to have de-evolved back into a hunched, hominid, totally devoid of the ability to use tools, and living in the tree in the back yard flinging her own shit at us as we pass by. She already flings her own shit allover 1/3 of the house. I'm sure the rest is to follow soon.
By the time Jacob turns 15, he will be chasing Andrea around the yard, screeching and flinging handfuls of shit at her. They both screech at each other like rabid babboons. I find it necessary to lock them both in their cages, away from each other to prevent excessive screeching from the alpha female.
Kris becomes enraged and drags her knuckles on the ground. SHe then shakes both arms in the air screeching at the top of her smoke-filled lungs. Afterwards, she snarls at everyone and anyone who come near here. The only thing she will allow near her is her dog, Lily.
I have decided to live a life of solitude away fromt he Alpha Female and her wretched spawn. I have studied them from afar, with an ever watchful eye looking for the tranquilizer gun and wishing to god I had brought the double barrel shotgun instead. This crotchedy trio generally make me long for the warm embrace of a stiff glass of Bourbon.
Job Hunt
I have a follow-up interview with Discover Net. The company is a DSL and soon-to-be wireless ISP - Internet Service Provider. My first interview was somewhat awkward, but supposedly, I was a better choice than the other that had applied - at least according to Scott, my potential supervisor.
My job will be working as a Help Desk/Customer Support person to help people with their connection problems. I'm hoping there is some good training as I would really like to make a good job out of this position.
Discover Net is located in a buidling, downtown. SOmething nice about the job, apart from the benefits and hours is it is located in the same building as RCU - my Credit Union. So, I could do my banking immediately after getting off work. The work hours would be something along the lines of 9-5, M-F and possibly some additional on-call stuff as needed.
I also look at this as a good opportunity to gain some additional Customer Service Experience. Should I need another job down the road, this experience might be very helpful.
Other Crap
Hey, I know alot of readers don't much care for some of the stuff they read on here, but its all me, baby. I started this blog as a way to vent a few things. No, life isn't all roses and apples in the Smith House. ANd to be quite honest, there are many times that I would love nothing more than to pack a small bag and head back to West Texas. Things would certainly be less complicated and I would have a hell lot less crap to deal with.
I don't know what else to say to people who don't like what they read. This is part of me that comes out in most of what I write about. And its through this blog and several other medium that I develop material for what I do write.
If you don't like what you're reading, don't read it.
Health Problems...Again
I went to Dr. Tomlinson at Middlefort Urgent Care and he did the same thing as last time -- nothing. But he did manage to bitch me out about my high blood pressure and not having a doctor picked out. Right now, I could care less about doctors and all that crap. Kris and the kids are nearly obsessed with it and all it gives them is pain and misery.
Last time I went into Urgent Care, Dr. Tomlinson put me on sick leave and told me to wait and come back in a week. Because of that, I lost my job at HTI. So, this time, he gripes at me and has me set up a second appointment. He puts me on antibiotics, which was what I needed anyway. He refused to do anything about the absess, again. He could have lanced it so that I wasn't in such intense pain. But he didn't do anything.
That evening, it burst on its own. I cleaned it back up and bandaged it. The pain is just about gone. My blood pressure went back down. Wow. I cancelled my follow-up appointment and the next time I have one of these damned things, I'm just gonna go to the ER. Urgent Care is a total waste of time and I'mnot going back to them any more.
Fury of Wife
Today Kris came home in a bad mood. She decided to take a gander at the blog and was furious with me over the Christmas Entry. She didn't want to talk about it, which suits me fine. This isn't exactly news, as I have spoken to her many times about this stuff and she pretty much ignores it.
Why the hell shouldn't I be griping about it? She has an entire support system to bitch about stuff. I have just about nothing. Talking to her doesn't solve anything, it just makes her angry and defensive. Talking to her parents and family doesn't solve anything, either. They just bitch at her about it all, which makes her extra angry and defensive.
Talking to the kids doesn't solve anything because they don't pay attention to anything. It goes in one ear and out the other. Then they promise to do better just to shut us up. Five second after we turn our backs, they're right back to doing it again. Then they bitch at the grandparents they are being horribly mistreated and Kris gets a call bitching about the kids...making her extra extra angry and defensive.
Nothing will change. Everyone will promise to try harder. Everyone will forget about it and be right back to the same old crap ten seconds later.
Januray 2006 in Retropect:
I frickin' hate the word "retrospect," mostly because dumb-ass, numb nut sports commentators use it every frickin' other word when describing an athlete's contributions to their team. Holy Fuck! In retropect, sports commentators are all a bunch of dumb fucks, totally unqualified to voice their commentary on a real TV program, but bartely smart enough to form a complete sentence needed to describe the replay.
In retrospect, my colon was cleaner today, than it has been in five years, mostly because of an abrasive diet of fiber and the consumption of roughage needed to maintain a clean colon. And let me just say that the more greens you shit, the cleaner your colon will be. But only if you get a helathy dosage of cheese to keep your shit runny and drippy. A well-rounded diet softens your shit, whicle helping it clean you out.
In retrospect, the only thing I have accomplished this month was reinforce my desire to get as far away from these people as possible. It turns out that my impression the step-children had intelligence was a gross oversight. These two kids are dumb as a box of rocks. And they seem to only get less and less intelligent as they mature.
By the time Andrea is 15, I fully expect her to have de-evolved back into a hunched, hominid, totally devoid of the ability to use tools, and living in the tree in the back yard flinging her own shit at us as we pass by. She already flings her own shit allover 1/3 of the house. I'm sure the rest is to follow soon.
By the time Jacob turns 15, he will be chasing Andrea around the yard, screeching and flinging handfuls of shit at her. They both screech at each other like rabid babboons. I find it necessary to lock them both in their cages, away from each other to prevent excessive screeching from the alpha female.
Kris becomes enraged and drags her knuckles on the ground. SHe then shakes both arms in the air screeching at the top of her smoke-filled lungs. Afterwards, she snarls at everyone and anyone who come near here. The only thing she will allow near her is her dog, Lily.
I have decided to live a life of solitude away fromt he Alpha Female and her wretched spawn. I have studied them from afar, with an ever watchful eye looking for the tranquilizer gun and wishing to god I had brought the double barrel shotgun instead. This crotchedy trio generally make me long for the warm embrace of a stiff glass of Bourbon.
Job Hunt
I have a follow-up interview with Discover Net. The company is a DSL and soon-to-be wireless ISP - Internet Service Provider. My first interview was somewhat awkward, but supposedly, I was a better choice than the other that had applied - at least according to Scott, my potential supervisor.
My job will be working as a Help Desk/Customer Support person to help people with their connection problems. I'm hoping there is some good training as I would really like to make a good job out of this position.
Discover Net is located in a buidling, downtown. SOmething nice about the job, apart from the benefits and hours is it is located in the same building as RCU - my Credit Union. So, I could do my banking immediately after getting off work. The work hours would be something along the lines of 9-5, M-F and possibly some additional on-call stuff as needed.
I also look at this as a good opportunity to gain some additional Customer Service Experience. Should I need another job down the road, this experience might be very helpful.
Other Crap
Hey, I know alot of readers don't much care for some of the stuff they read on here, but its all me, baby. I started this blog as a way to vent a few things. No, life isn't all roses and apples in the Smith House. ANd to be quite honest, there are many times that I would love nothing more than to pack a small bag and head back to West Texas. Things would certainly be less complicated and I would have a hell lot less crap to deal with.
I don't know what else to say to people who don't like what they read. This is part of me that comes out in most of what I write about. And its through this blog and several other medium that I develop material for what I do write.
If you don't like what you're reading, don't read it.



