day 158

Happy new Year's Eve!!!

Went to The Paekhouse yesterday to give Andie her bib and crap for tonight's run. ANOTHER "maybe" run, as in: maybe the weather will suck, maybe not. As of right now, about freezing temps, either rain or snow showers. FUCK. But, gotta do this one. Whether or not to isn't on the radar.

THEN, head to The Parkhouse, run with the club.

THEN head over to Republic Airport for their 3pm New Year's Day Run.

:).

All the while, hoping my peeps (who helped make last year doable) have God smile upon the for their random acts of kindness-performed with the greatest humility-they didn't even know their importance. Wonderful. Thanks.

day 157

YAYYY!!!

Does it get any better than this??? I'm off tomorrow (new year's eve, gotta sleep in, to head into NYC and get my shit together for the run), and today, the boss takes off!!! YAY!!! Again I ask you, does it get any better than this????? It's like a holiday!

Did a 5k on the ellip last night, after doing 86th ave. Hadda come in as stalagtites were forming on my nuts. It was COLD! With wind chill, it felt like 9 degs. So, rather than St.Francis, stick to 86th. I'd have done the spin class, but there are none during this week. SHIT!!! What about us, the few/theproud/thehardcore/the wacked, who don't do resolutions, but rather, do that voodoo that we do on a daily basis regardless of the time of year???

This am, another 30 mins on the ellip, then into CATC, home base. Nice to be back.

day 156

another year over.....a new one just begun.

Now we begin the mulling over of the year that was.

I'm quite satisfied with the way it went. Did I do everything I could to make each day a day of value? Yes. Did I somehow leave each environment I entered, better than I found it? Yes. Well done. Did I do everything I could to provide what Stoney needed despite overwhelming interference from Shebitch? Yes. Could I have done more? Yes, but with a non-Satanic spouse. My one source of guilt is all the father/son shit you see in normal families is displaced by the need for survival in ours. It is what it is.

My one source of pride, besides Stoney's avoiding prison, is the club. We've come light years from what it was. I know Deb will take the ball and run with it, knowing I gave it my all. Still, there are those who never get it, i.e. the assholes who didn't vote for Tom, or Vince. He actually uttered "another slow runner as president," to which I uttered "another finisher as President." The guy's a dick, what can you do. I DO wish some members would remove their heads from their butts. Lee, looking over every scene he encounters with a critical eye, just gets my goat. What a truly unhappy person. The problem is, people listen to him. They deserve what they get.

My other concern re: the year that was: love. Too little going around. People thought more of their selfish agendas than the big picture, that's sad. Love SHOULD triumph, people are fond of claiming love is forever, yet selfish crap takes precedence. Silly. Somewhere, someone is watching all this and cracking up, or shaking their head.

Saw Nine the other day, really brought alot into focus. There have been many I loved: Mom, Deb, Julia, Linda, Susan, Marcy, Li. Like the character, there were various "love relationships," maternal, physical, emotional, my muse.....each had their effect on me. If I hadda do it all over again, it'd be the same. Love happened, one had to give oneself to it. Unlike the character in the movie, I know bloody well the world doesn't revolve around me, and know my purpose here isn't to pursue my agenda. If this were the case, we should all erupt into flames, what hubris. On the other hand, also saw It's Complicated. It is indeed. Not going there, suffice to say, the title is very true.

day 155

so, It hasn't been here since the day after Christmas morning. YAYYY!!! A nice peaceful house. Yummm.

This am, exercisus interruptus. Went to the gym to do Boot Camp, was there early, 'natch, so a 5k on the ellip, a 5k on the recumbent bike. Then, went to the front desk, no class today. YAY!!! Nice break there eh wot?

Manana back to the boogie down Bronx.

REALLY wished I'd'a run today, but every other at most-or risk the need for surgery.

Spoke with Tom, STILL can't believe he lost, to JOHN for chrissakes. Reaffirms my belief that half the club are raisins who need to go to Florida. But then again, I'll be a raisin too one day.

day 154

that sucked.

The good news: I'm not president anymore. YAY!!! Good to be free. No more boring meetings, no more tolerating assholes who should be the subject of retroactive abortion.

The bad news: Tom lost the vice presidency election. Dunno how THAT happened. Actually yes, I DO know. The walkers elected him. I voted 6 times for him, he lost 30something to 20 something. I should'a voted more. How the FUCK he lost, someone who is reliable and a genuinely nice guy, to someone who has no sense of responsibility nor sense of self (he was gonna run for president for chrissakes!!!), I just don't get it. friggin' old farts.

The good news: Deb invited me and guest to the hockey game. WAY cool.

The better news: ran 10 with no pain. Wanna push it and run again manana, but no, do boot camp/cross train.

...can't beLIEVE Tom lost. Fucking amazing. Democracy is bullshit.

day 153

THAT was fast!!!

Actually had a tolerable afternoon @ my brothers (DMV bro, the one who gave It $$$ for a divorce). Priestbrother was there also, claimed to have done The Big One in 2:56. Dave Miles time. I, of course, told him his name was nowhere to be found in the results. He shrugged. Later for him.

So, Christmas is a wrap. We came back to Toxichouse after DMV brother's, they lied down @ 8 pm and crashed big time. Amazing. Glad I run marathons. The backstory, It tried picking fights all day, to the point that even Stoney uttered "do you HAVE to be in a bad mood today???" Ho.

This am, rain, and more rain. Good, above freezing temps and rain, wash away the shmutz. Ellip this am, then spin class.

Manana, St.Francis, Club Holiday party and elections.

ho ho.

day 152

So, ho, here is goes:

Priestbrother has been tagged as a waste of flesh per my sister in law. Like I didn't know this 49 years ago. She pointed out to Shebitch: "he didn't even send a card???" Now, those of you who are faithful readers well know earth, much less I, has no use for this waste, he's TOTALLY self-involved-AND a Priest to boot!!! Apparently it took her a while to get this factoid.

So, this am, St.Francis. Priest claims to be running, right. Remember last year, he claimed to be doing The Big One, yet his name was nowhere to be found. So, I got motivation. Knee be damned.

Stoney? Didn't value any of his loot. Fuck him, we did the best Christmas ever gift wise. Unappreciative little shit.

ho

day 151

GREAT Christmas eve. Ran 86th ave, wasn't planning to-was gonna ellip, but got texted and didn't boycott it. Felt good. Couldn't do Boston pace, but then again, few can.

Ran into the peeps @ the gym. Wonderful, really felt good. Richie, Dennis, and the usual cast of characters. Funniest of all-Dennis hasn't surfaced in ages-today he shows. Richie calling us "the hardcore" (he said the same last year). VERY cool.

Ducked into CATC to check up on things, while I was there, the Bronx called. Amazing. I really was where I needed to be. See how long this feeling lasts.

It has been surprisingly well-behaved. Must be the oxycodone.

Ho.

day 150

and so this is Christmas...and what have you done?

THAT song wraps up our party here, and never fails to satisfy! Sums it all up n'est pas?

So...It finally got oil, after spiraling out of control again last night-ho ho ho. Can't shutthefuckup, regardless of the time of year ho ho ho. The usual "I can't live like this..." of course I responded by "please, use a SHARP knife." Amazing.
Boss was too cheap to send cards (he just bought new golf clubs yet...), so he sent out a message with what he values next to your name. For mine "For his strength in trying times," guess that's as close as I'll get to a positive evaluation.

Holiday party/elections reset for Sunday 12-27. Tried getting input from the peeps, to little or no avail, so, made a decision. We'll prolly get locusts-but at least no snow.

Weird being @ the Bronx for the past 2 days with the peeps I groomed @ Manhattan. Sorta like being raised in a family, given to foster care, then rejoining them. NICE to be with them again-we haven't missed a step.

This time of year really makes you think. Christmas we'll go to my brother's, at least that's the plan. Priest will be there-I'll make it a point to wear my marathon shirt-he made such a big deal of his intent to run it, we'll see his excuse this time. Never had much of a stomach for bullshit.

day 149

Ho?

Got called by Stoney this am, "mommy wants to know if you ordered oil." Amazing isn't it? You KNEW it'd come to this. 3 days before Christmas, and It can't manage a freakin' house.

Yesterday I came home with a tub in which to position the tree. Both of them were in all day, He: sick day from school(no, It didn't call the school to notify them, of course the school called me, Mr.Cleanup), It home because it lacks a life. Ok, I put the tree in the tub, of course I get second, third, fourth guessed. FUCK!!! I'm the only shmuck to do anything, and I get this crap. And no, "thank you" wasn't forthcoming. Add to this, this am's "mommy asked," utterly amazing. It really IS incapable of accomplishing anything. Though I GUARANTEE It did a shitload of Christmas shopping,. as our house lacks heat. Now, remind me, why DOES social security send It disability $$$?

Worked @ the Bronx facility today, again. Manana CATC. Be nice to be home, but here is home as well. 4 staff are MATC spanish speaking staff-my original peeps. Wonderful being back with them. We have the sort of history/relationship that only those who served in foxholes understand. We truly go back.

day 148

*** Christmas party pix posted below.

A good day. Did the Bronx AND CATC things. Would be nice to have more $$$ in the check, but it's a bit of a compliment to be asked to run 2 ships. The staff there were glad, we go back to the first time I did this 2 years ago. The more things change, the more.....

DID miss Boot Camp today, originally was s'posed to be off. So much for that.

day 147

The good news: the snow came...and came...and came; STILL got my St.Francis on!!!

The bad news: Holiday Party??? Club elections???

2 of us showed, Eric and I. That's it. So I guess our club elections happen...dunno. This never happened before. Typical Alley Pond.

LOTS of fucking snow, and Douglaston got the worst (in the city that is, Hicksville got close to 2 feet). STILL made it to run 7, and in the mini van no less!!! Gotta have balls!

Woke up @ the crack of dawn, shoveled, piled it all in front of It's car, made sure the sidewalk was clear (Satan doesn't dig out his woman's car, but DOES care for pedestrians-and tickets from the town for not doing his duty).

Got the Christmas tree!!! I'm actually proud of me! NO ONE had trees left, Loews, Home Depot, Ikea, nuttin'. So...(this is why I get the big bucks, problem solving 101), got a REAL tree-as in, after the holidays, plant it. Nice eh? Talk about outta the box thinking.

Oh, and it was 23 of us there for the Ho Ho Ho, not 22. WOW!!!!! Guess we didn't boycott it.

day 146

WOW!!!

SHITLOAD of Striders made it to the Ho Ho Ho. Amazing. For some reason, this race always draws a mess of us. Nice. We do it year after year, sort of a means of marking another year under the belt. REALLY heartening to see so many of us still vertical. THAT was the good news. The bad news: Quantum didn't even represent, not at all. So much for that whole Brickwell bullshit. Frightening when you become that insulated.

Hank, Howie, John And Judi, Laughlin, Debbie Pantano, Debbie Pesa, John Sassone, Lori, Vince and Sue, Jonathan and his mom, Helen, Fran, Marlon, Lynn, Sara and Ken and Bill, Tom n' Gerry. AT LEAST 22 of us!!! AND, Marlon and Laughlin won!!!! Bullshit awards: fucking note pads (made the travel mugs from O 2 S look worthy), but, they placed. Ken passed me in the last mile. It's ok, for some reason, between my knee and this year, I lost the edge. Bottom line: knee hurts, I have NO motivation to speed up, but I'm in the game nontheless. Nice to be there, actually stayed to hang with the peeps.

Now the fun: will we have the elections manana? Drama drama. Tom is running for VP, good, SOMEONE will run opposed. Otherwise, it's nolo contendere for all positions on the bored. God bless my people, they are very cool.

Ho.

day 145

Ho?

Had the patients' Christmas party last night. IT was a roaring success. Prepped everyone for a 7pm start, on time. EVERYONE got into it, people climbing on stage to sing who got caught in the reverie. Nice. VERY nice indeed. Ended @ 8 pm. Right n sched. Kuiller guitarist as well as keyboard player this year. Well done. Per usual, Mr.All talk, no action no showed-Bob, useless mass of flesh (typical Social Worker).

THAT was the good news.

Other news: Not ONE of the peeps showed. Poop on them! Missed out on alotta fun.

Come back to Toxichouse, Shebitch GONE!!! YAYYY (ho ho ho). Turns out It went to do laundry and decided to stay @ that friends house. Yes, you read that right. Amazing. Come home, get the child used to your return, then leave. Wow. Just wow. Come home for one night, dont shop, take the easy way out via takeout, plead poverty though your account is replenished thanks to you and me-the taxpayers-dump everything into Hub's lap, then disappear. I was glad to have a peaceful home for yet another night.

Ho ho ho.

Today, off. I start doing that Bronx AND CATC bullshit again. The Bronx location lost their A.D., so I'm called to run 2 ships again. I was s'posed to take Monday off, but we have a big meeting there, so off today. Thus, hit the gym.

Got a wake-up call from Tom. Bless him, was feeling bad about the peeps no-showing yesterday, he calls. Told me about the snow predicted for manana. SHIT. The Ho Ho Ho always gets crapped on. AND, Sunday they have the club elections. Funny if they lack a quorum. Hee hee, drama drama.

Did the gym thing, 30 mins on the ellip, 30 mins stationary bike, 60 minute Boot Camp. Terrific workout, saving the knees.

Shebitch? Again, spent the night...ummm...wherever, NOT here, ahhhhhh-peace. Dysfunctional as a motherfucker, but peaceful. Imagine being trained in Social Work (It was, until that too became another unfinished item), yet thinking nothing of appearing for one night, then disappearing. Whatever, I have quiet in my home until It reappears.

day 144

The Day After

...and did I mention, my Marathon poster conveniently torn from the door? Psycho bitch.

So, Core Training last night, hadda. Then, St.Francis this am, again hadda. If you read yesterday, you'd know why.

Tonight, Christmas party, the only one that to me matters. Bless their lil' ol' junkie hearts. THEY have the spirit.

day 143

D Day.

Amazing how one can revert to type. The gym is no longer the gym, but a safe haven, a refuge, a hiding place where I cannot be emotionally abused. It is what it is.

Since the week before Halloween (49 days for those who count)the house has been a home, has been clean, emotionally nurturing, with nary a harsh word uttered. No screaming, no threats of lawyers, no psychotic breaks. Lovely. The kind of place you WANT to be in, not be AWAY from. To0day, all this changes.

Last night It called, had the balls to ask if I got an oil contract. Bear in mind, It receives a disability check, to white currently $1600 resides in its bank account. AND, best of all, It asks Stoney which video games he wants for Christmas. Take a moment, ponder with incredulity. That's right, It pleads poverty, supposedly lacks $5 daily to give him for lunch money, yet spends profligately. Amazing. Come back to Toxichouse yesterday evening, Chinese food. Don't go shopping, do this instead. A fucking child.

day 142

tomorrow, It comes back to Toxichouse. God help us all.

Today, thank you God, Christmas party practice. There's NOTHING like our unit party to give you the spirit of the season. Dunno why, but something about Christmas in rehab (odd, but true), is UBERCOOL.

And thank God for that as well. If it weren't for the patients, dunno where my spirit'd be. DREADING It's return. It was here yesterday, took Keith out to dinner. Today, did a driveby-leaving the back door WIDE open. Amazing. I truly dread this.

day 141

the end is in sight!!!

The good news: It's outta the hospital.
The bad news: It's outta the hospital.
Fuck me.

On the other hand, got my workout in. Thank God things turned out as they did (needing to use my "use or lose" hours, gave me Mondays to work out stress).

30 on the ellip, 30 on the bike, 60 mins boot camp. Nice. STILL not the same as a run, but I got my shit done.

Manana, St.Francis, I hope.

day 140

THANK YOU GOD!!!

Started the day a lil' disappointed. Wanted to do the Taconic Relays, but things-in typical AP fashion, fell through. Never mind, you are where you should be. So, found myself back where I belonged, @ The Parkhouse. No Pret, didn't see any of their crew @ the Mulcahy's run either. Oh well, gotta be in it to win it-yet don't show @ their event and all kinds of drama develops, funny (AND, they forgot, when they had their short lived Cross Country series-who went to both???), anyway, again, they no showed. Sucks for them.

So, there I was weighing my options, almost went to Suffolk for the Greenbelt run, but wanted to see Pret. Didn't show, getting to be a usual thing. So, did St.Francis. Hence, the title of today's entry. I needed it. First time since The Big One I was actually able to run St.Francis, no breaks, no walking. Time sucked, but I'm actually back. AND, as an added bonus, the rain actually started AFTER. Nice.

If I could've been @ 2 places @ once, would've gone to Peekskill, Helen DID ask if I wanted to come along. Would'a been awkward. Nice to be invited. Hope they did well.

REALLY glad to have my knee back. Was genuinely worried.

day 139

I need a miracle every day!!!

JUUUUUUUUST as you think the weight of the world is on your shoulders, the miracle happens. Had spontaneous contact with my 2 main peeps @ juuuuust the right time. Thanks God!!! AND, Tom, you'll never know how close I came to going over the edge when a random act of kindness manifested itself. Nice. Alot to be said for merely putting one foot in front of the other and hanging in there.

Took Stoney to see Invictus, he was underwhelmed. I could kill him. The sting of no gratitude for getting his XBox fixed still is there, then, he'd prefer sitting around doing nothing to seeing history in a film. Shmuck. Spoiled shmuck.

day 138

teachable moments.

Ok, the DISASTER that was yesterday evening ended on a good note. Hadda be a parent, after tearing the spoiled little shit a new one, emotionally freezing him, then rewound the tape, told him the script, told him to follow it, and all was well. Finally got my "thank you" albeit at great personal cost. He really has to learn. Having no respect for a dollar, tried explaining it in terms of slightly less than a month's cable, 2 christmas trees, a third of the truck payment.......he doesn't get it, and really-when you think about it-shouldn't. When's he hadda work for anything? How do you value things? Work for them. He has NO responsibilities. Thought I was being tough when I called him a spoiled little shit? No, accurate.

Parenting: what you do to promote ulcers/premature death.

this just in

Stoney's XBox had the Red Ring of Death. Been asking him to call his brotherfromanothermother (he had the same prob, mailed his unit for repair) to get the details re: where to send it.....Of course, nothing. So, one of the work peeps' sons does this crap, he looked at it, pronounced it indeed dead, and said repair: $150, new unit: $300+. Of course, I paid to have it sent for repair. I tell Stoney this, and...a word of thanks? No, disappointment. "I could'a called and...." and what, do the same he's done since it broke (over a month ago?) ...nothing. So, again, the good guy gets fucked. I tried to make him happy, I should've known better than to write a script. This was exactly the feeling I had when Shebitch first went off on me: there I was, expecting to get motherfucking father of the decade for taking care of literally everything/single parenting, instead, all my friends (and family!!!) are turned against me.

Amazing.

day 137

I just don't get it.

I SHOULD know better by now, but never quite learn. Stoney, home from school, sick...usual reasons: he claims to have thrown up (I believe it) and feeling runny (yes, THAT kind) and nauseous. No fever. Do the math...he's run down. Again, the cumulative effects of no exercise and no veggies. I come home, he's ok. Just needed a day off. Amazing, utterly amazing. And...when I look 'round the house, Shebitch's mail is gone. It did a driveby. Good, pay your bills bitch. Getting tired of the calls from It's debtors.

Last night Core Training, would've given my eyeteeth (what exactly ARE "eyeteeth" anyway???) to stay for Boot Camp, but I felt horrible as it was, leaving Stoney all alone. Hadda get home asap. Then, after class, in the truck, check the crackberry, text from Stoney "quiero Taco Bell," funny bastard.

day 136

DAMN!!!

Stoney's sick. THIS rips my heart out. He's all alone, it's raining and cold. Damn.

day 135

niiiiice!!!

A beautiful morning, not TOO cold, not TOO breezy, THIS is ok. Knees hurt, but not killing me...yet. STILL miss running every day, but 3x a week beats the crap outta surgery.

So, after St.Francis, head for 30 mins on the ellip, then a quick shower. Funny, the world seems a better place. Hmmmm.

this just in

an "aha" moment.

Stoney and I watching "Run, Fatboy, Run," when it hit me. THAT was me @ The Big One. The moment when he hit the wall (unfortunately, with 9m to go for him, too early for The Wall, but, whatever).

The look on his face, the drama of "will he or won't he," the reaction of the spectators, even his gait. THAT was me @ The Big One. Wow. Amazing. No WONDER we watched that flick 5 or 6 times.

day 134

NOT the way to start your day.

So...Monday, day off ("use 'em or lose 'em hours," ), Stoney: "If you wanna drive me to school..." give him the "4 blocks isn't even worth discussion, get dressed you lazy shit" talk, off he went. Got outta bed @ 7:30-midday for me, 1/2 the electricity is off. Whatthefuck??? Isn't a matter of bills(if it was that, why would half the house have power?)-the bill comes directly out of my account, called LIPA, transformer out. They guesstimate 10:30. We'll see. Nuked hot water for instant coffee, off to the gym.

Boot camp was great-really a workout. But you can tell I'm getting used to it when I didn't break a sweat. (of course, boot camp was preceded by 30 mins on the ellip).

After the weekend 5k's, the knees are ok. Time to up the count. See how much I can take.

Since I didn't break a sweat, packed, figured I'd shower @ home-see if the power DID in fact return. I pull into my block.....(JAWS theme), SHEBITCH!!!!! Headed for the hills, composed myself, entered the house. Jeeeez. More than this you don't wanna know.

Thank GOD I got my workout in.

day 133

Got my Yin on!

(as in Yin/Yang).

Yesterday, did the Hot Chocolate Run, today the Pancake Run. They kind'a go together.

Yesterday, DP won the raffle, today I did. Yin/Yang.

Ran better, getting there, but not quiiiiiite yet, have yet to again break 9 minutes, but I'm improving.

Stoney surprised the shit outta me: Shebitch had called, saying my bro was gonna hijack him today. Stoney tells It "thanks, but no thanks," he'd prefer hangin' here. YAY!!!!! Major victory.

day 132

pleasant surprise.

Did the Hot Chocolate 5k, 1/2 of the "breakfast weekend," today the Hot Chocolate, manana the pancake run. Walked into the auditorium to plut my stuff aside for changing post-race, Prez Pesa is there. Nice. Always fun to be with a peep. Not so fun trying to keep up with her, but nice indeed! And, @ least one Wearer of the Green won a raffle-though I was there in stealth mode-no green on me today. Didn't wanna embarass the club until the leg repairs. If I hadn't preregged, wouldn't a' gone. Shitty weather, great for running, not good for anything else. A good day to be indoors.

Glad I went to the Christmas party last night. A true measure of a friend is how long you know each other, and we've known each other for 2 1/2 decades. WOW. There was a nice mix of guests as well-drinkers, AA peeps, young, old. Well done.

day 131

It's over!!!!!

Had the last meeting of the Wearers of the Green last night with me as prez. Nice. Got some bidness taken care off, then the membership meeting...and then...FREEDOM!
Love the peeps, hate the meeting. I can honestly say I've never been in a meeting I liked. Ever. Of any sort. They aren't a meeting of the minds, but rather, an example of using the most complicated means possible to achieve a goal. But LOVED seeing the peeps. Be nice to not have interrupted Thursdays.

Did we do good? Let's say with the help of each and every member-both present and not, the group has grown. Of that I'm proud to be associated with them. We got good people who keep their eyes on what's important. It DOES absolutely SLAY me when I reflect on other local clubs. Their hubris was their downfall. They lost sight of what it's all about. This summer we'll celebrate our 30th anniv. 'Nuff said. :)

Gave it my best and it worked. Well done.

day 130

Rain rain go aWAY!!!

Wow. Helluva season n'est pas? BUT, the good news: these aren't 'zactly December temps. AND, adding to the fugly, rain AND heavy winds. Shit. You can iamgine the smell @ home: damp, + damp dawg, yeccccch.

Core training last night. After 2 weeks of boot camp, core was easy. Wanted to go to boot camp, but when your son asks when you'll be home, hoping it's sooner rather than later, you gotta boogie. Sucks for me, but it's not a me thing. Got home JUST @ the time I'd told him, thank G. Lil bastard was doing his h/w, he decided to take a nap when he came home (he's in a nap phase) following a game of handball. At least he got off his ass. Napping makes me crazy, napping from????? BUT, @ least I know where he is.

Tonight, last bored, then membership meeting. THANK YOU GOD. NOW I can get home on time and be with Stoney, rather than further the latch key kid syndrome. Will I miss my peeps, def. In the beginning, Pret meeting me in the parking lot, one stalking the other, now asking "haven't heard from you in so long" (I'm STILL doing exactly the same things, in the same places), the members being themselves-bless their lil dysfunctional hearts.

The two things I'm proudest of: no more fucking diner bored meetings, those were sooooo played out; and actually getting things accomplished. Nice. Thanks guys.

Thanks Tom, Deb, Ken, Laughlin, Gillian, Helen, Rob, Joe, Lynn, Stoney, et Al (who the fuck's "Al???" ).

day 129

...and people think I make this shit up?

Still can't get over Shebitch's drive-by yesterday. Amazing. Utterly amazing. And best of all, It drove away in It's car. Now...do the math..."germ free/sterile environment?" That car is a sewer, filthier than Toxichouse was. Amazing.

Only thing keeping me sane is the fact that the house is now a home rather than an area to be trashed.

It DID ask "where's all my stuff," to which I answered "in a germ free environment." hee heeeee.

And...just when you thought the bleakness of being left high and dry on Thanksgiving was @ it's worst???G gave me what I needed. Bill e mails asking "long time no hear, wassup witchu?" He's undergoing the same shit I am, though not as severe. His ex sent his son to live with him (funny, men are pigs, we're this and we're that, yet when it comes time to DO something........ Sensing a pattern here?) What'd I say about women after 40?

Tonight Core Training, maybe Boot Camp. We'll see.

day 128

close call!!!

Sitting w/Stoney, eating dinner when.....what do I see with my one green eye.....Shebitch!!! Enters the house with a surgical mask on, did a drive-by to pick up clothes. Totally disrupted everything, set the dog into a tizzy-yes, I said 'tizzy." He gets all excited, only to have It tell him It'll see him "soon." Typical absentee parent line n'est pas? Stoney didn't blink an eye-smart child, we continued eating. Priorities.