OUCHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
So, back @ Toxichouse yesterday pm, after fielding yet MORE crises @ the job, then having to return to the unit to nail it down.
Stoney takes off. As in, without telling me he was going out!!!!! I flipped. First, tried calling him, to no avail. Then, texted, again, to no avail. THEN, he has the balls to respond like a wiseass! AND, takes exception to being told he needs to keep me abreast of his whereabouts! Fucking amazing. What a friggin' punk! I'd have NEVER responded to a parent in that fashion. REEEEEEALLY hurt. More than I can possibly describe. THEN, he has the stones to say "just wait 'til I show mom your texts." Really amazing. As if that weren't enough, he bogarts the tv in the living room-as in-he waltzes in from wherever he was, and takes over the tv...as I was watching. basic friggin' respect. Ok, no prob. First bank of Dad is closed.
Thank GOD for this am. Beautiful temps, got my miles in. Again, life is worth living.
But last night was dicey, realllllly dicey.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
day 954
more gooder
COLD this am, actually contemplated taking a day off...but....
Initially, was 27 degs. Normally, this wouldn't be so bad. BUT, with this amazing winter, it felt colder. Thankfully, no winds. Got TOO used to running in shorts, in winter.
So, laced 'em up, got my butt out there. Glad I did. After a few mins, felt ok.
Yesterday pm, dropped by Pedrito's. Went well. As long as HIS wife shuts up, meaning doesn't offer her almighty opinion when not requested, the visit goes well. He was napping on the couch...mid-afternoon. I'll NEVER be able to be that placid.
Summer will be here before we know it. How can I tell? Ordered Nick Lowe tix (yay!!!) AND Cheap Trick tix, on the same day. The Cheap Trick thing is actually following a Mets game. So, in my mind, I paid $100 for Cheap Trick tix. Seriously contemplating showing up for the game 'round the 7th inning. Who needs to sit there for 5 hours????? Alas, anything for Cheap Trick. Remember LAST year's concert?
life is good.
COLD this am, actually contemplated taking a day off...but....
Initially, was 27 degs. Normally, this wouldn't be so bad. BUT, with this amazing winter, it felt colder. Thankfully, no winds. Got TOO used to running in shorts, in winter.
So, laced 'em up, got my butt out there. Glad I did. After a few mins, felt ok.
Yesterday pm, dropped by Pedrito's. Went well. As long as HIS wife shuts up, meaning doesn't offer her almighty opinion when not requested, the visit goes well. He was napping on the couch...mid-afternoon. I'll NEVER be able to be that placid.
Summer will be here before we know it. How can I tell? Ordered Nick Lowe tix (yay!!!) AND Cheap Trick tix, on the same day. The Cheap Trick thing is actually following a Mets game. So, in my mind, I paid $100 for Cheap Trick tix. Seriously contemplating showing up for the game 'round the 7th inning. Who needs to sit there for 5 hours????? Alas, anything for Cheap Trick. Remember LAST year's concert?
life is good.
Monday, March 5, 2012
day 953
Busy weekend.
Did the 4m race Saturday. Was seriously contemplating ditching it-rain grrrrrr. But, can't be a wuss. Did that one, then hid from Toxichouse.
Sunday was fun. Anita parked in Hicksville, we took the train to Manhattan, mta to race site, hooked up with brotherfromanothermother, did the run. That was alotta fun. The down side, he's increasingly disillusioned with the $$$ the NYRR want, so this is pretty much the end of his NYRR involvement. He said the obvious, we'll miss each other. Life goes on.
DID have a great time hangin' with Anita-my counterpart. She's also a single parent. We bond well, each recognizing the need for the other's independence-while enjoying the other's company. We did the run, hit a limited release flick (she's one of, like, 2 people on earth who'd heard of the movie).
Unfortunately, everyone turns into a pumpkin. Got back to Toxichouse, tub STILL clogged. Pedrito called, needs some attention. I'll stop over this pm on the way home.
Would be so nice to be able to chill @ home, rather than avoid it like the plague.
Did the 4m race Saturday. Was seriously contemplating ditching it-rain grrrrrr. But, can't be a wuss. Did that one, then hid from Toxichouse.
Sunday was fun. Anita parked in Hicksville, we took the train to Manhattan, mta to race site, hooked up with brotherfromanothermother, did the run. That was alotta fun. The down side, he's increasingly disillusioned with the $$$ the NYRR want, so this is pretty much the end of his NYRR involvement. He said the obvious, we'll miss each other. Life goes on.
DID have a great time hangin' with Anita-my counterpart. She's also a single parent. We bond well, each recognizing the need for the other's independence-while enjoying the other's company. We did the run, hit a limited release flick (she's one of, like, 2 people on earth who'd heard of the movie).
Unfortunately, everyone turns into a pumpkin. Got back to Toxichouse, tub STILL clogged. Pedrito called, needs some attention. I'll stop over this pm on the way home.
Would be so nice to be able to chill @ home, rather than avoid it like the plague.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
day 952
yin yang
Yin: had alotta fun @ the race, and got some good miles in. Nothing to write home about (better than last week, but, Prospect Park vs. Long Island...no wonder last week sucked). Was interesting; ran off and on-you can guess when the "on" was.
Yang: Toxichouse. of course came "home" and the tub was AGAIN clogged, Shebitch-naturally-on a tear. Had violated every remaining boundary by AGAIN going through all my shit, lovely. THEN, adding insult to injury, starts raging. Got back in the veeeeeeehicle, trotted off to the gym, showed, hooked up with Richie (funny God, again you take care of me), then back to angry twat.
If it wasn't for meeting Anita there @ 6am, and knowing she's asleep now, would'a called her, told her to meet me @ Alley Pond, and stayed A the Flushing Y.
Don Cornelius, dead. Davy Jones, dead. Angry twat, lives. Wrong, just wrong.
Yin: had alotta fun @ the race, and got some good miles in. Nothing to write home about (better than last week, but, Prospect Park vs. Long Island...no wonder last week sucked). Was interesting; ran off and on-you can guess when the "on" was.
Yang: Toxichouse. of course came "home" and the tub was AGAIN clogged, Shebitch-naturally-on a tear. Had violated every remaining boundary by AGAIN going through all my shit, lovely. THEN, adding insult to injury, starts raging. Got back in the veeeeeeehicle, trotted off to the gym, showed, hooked up with Richie (funny God, again you take care of me), then back to angry twat.
If it wasn't for meeting Anita there @ 6am, and knowing she's asleep now, would'a called her, told her to meet me @ Alley Pond, and stayed A the Flushing Y.
Don Cornelius, dead. Davy Jones, dead. Angry twat, lives. Wrong, just wrong.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
day 951
whew!!!
Actually made it through another day with Shebitch quiet. Good.
It got the tub unclogged, after Stoney took a shower in standing water (surprised the Drano didn't eat the flesh from his feet). War is hell, it really is. Hadda do my run in Alley Pond, shower @ the gym, then come home. Kind'a circuitous n'est pas? Fortunately, when I got back It wasn't there. Had a chance to speak with Stoney unfettered. Good. Cleared the air.
Last night was the pasta dinner for this am's race. Why drive all the way to Huntington for $.27 worth of pasta? 1)It VERY good 2)beats cooking 3)GREAT return on your race investment 4)fun people. As I parked who parks DIRECTLY across from me? Anita and her son. They're so like me it's frightening. They'd stopped to reg for today, he was changing (they had another dinner to attend) and, being cognizant of boundaries, didn't wanna disturb me. When I texted, they returned saying "why didn't you say 'hi?' " Cool.
Since GLIRC was having it's dinner, no peeps I knew. BUT, leaving God's work to God, some extrovert woman makes my acquaintance, turns out we know alot of the same people, spent the time chatting and eating. Amazing. No degrees of seperation! Had been feeling bad that no peeps were there, seems as I age I become more social, but again, God took matters in hand.
Lovely.
***And, a new fave place: Cinema Arts Center in Huntington. $10 -such a deal- easy parking, GREAT flicks-the kind I go into Manhattan for. Nice.
Actually made it through another day with Shebitch quiet. Good.
It got the tub unclogged, after Stoney took a shower in standing water (surprised the Drano didn't eat the flesh from his feet). War is hell, it really is. Hadda do my run in Alley Pond, shower @ the gym, then come home. Kind'a circuitous n'est pas? Fortunately, when I got back It wasn't there. Had a chance to speak with Stoney unfettered. Good. Cleared the air.
Last night was the pasta dinner for this am's race. Why drive all the way to Huntington for $.27 worth of pasta? 1)It VERY good 2)beats cooking 3)GREAT return on your race investment 4)fun people. As I parked who parks DIRECTLY across from me? Anita and her son. They're so like me it's frightening. They'd stopped to reg for today, he was changing (they had another dinner to attend) and, being cognizant of boundaries, didn't wanna disturb me. When I texted, they returned saying "why didn't you say 'hi?' " Cool.
Since GLIRC was having it's dinner, no peeps I knew. BUT, leaving God's work to God, some extrovert woman makes my acquaintance, turns out we know alot of the same people, spent the time chatting and eating. Amazing. No degrees of seperation! Had been feeling bad that no peeps were there, seems as I age I become more social, but again, God took matters in hand.
Lovely.
***And, a new fave place: Cinema Arts Center in Huntington. $10 -such a deal- easy parking, GREAT flicks-the kind I go into Manhattan for. Nice.
Friday, March 2, 2012
day 950
yep, been a looong time (4 years!!!).
So, last night, Toxichouse lived up to its name. Why? Remember the clogged toilet? That morphed into clogged bathtub (this is what happens when you care more for your "friends" than your home). So, the bathtub wasn't draining...for 2 days. When I saw Shebitch mopping, I asked if the toilet overflowed? It responded "no, just cleaning." Right. Turns out the bathtub wasn't draining FOR TWO FUCKING DAYS. Thank God I have the gym.
So, last night, of course as I was sleeping (10:30) Stoney and Shebitch are screaming @ each other. He, appropriately, responding "fuck you" when It tried blaming him! THEN, blaming him for doing nothing around Toxichouse. Faithful readers will recall It takes NO responsibility for ANYTHING. Amazing. KNEW It'd attempt to shirk responsibility for this as well (the driveway asphalt that's pitched TOWARD the house rather than away? While It was sitting there, while the guys did the job, sunning Itself????? The carpet that buckled one week after installation, while It was there to monitor installation????? It's answer to that: cheap carpet. Right. CANNOT do a goddamned thing.).
Why didn't I do anything? I'm Satan remember? I have o.c.d. remember? Fuck 'em. (AND, in my mind I remember when I DID intercede a year ago when the toilet clogged. Am I the ONLY motherfucker who remembers $49.99 24 hours unclogger guy? Remember when he came? On the bill, for problem, he wrote "tampon city." Stoney don't use 'em. I don't. Hulk don't. Guess who?
So, this am, pleasantly surprised. After last night's rain, was ready for either a day off or a gym day. But no!!! Yay!!!!!!! Got my miles! Did well.
This served my psyche well as manana is a 4m run, Sunday a 5k. So, needed the miles.
Again, life is good.
...got a shower I can borrow?
So, last night, Toxichouse lived up to its name. Why? Remember the clogged toilet? That morphed into clogged bathtub (this is what happens when you care more for your "friends" than your home). So, the bathtub wasn't draining...for 2 days. When I saw Shebitch mopping, I asked if the toilet overflowed? It responded "no, just cleaning." Right. Turns out the bathtub wasn't draining FOR TWO FUCKING DAYS. Thank God I have the gym.
So, last night, of course as I was sleeping (10:30) Stoney and Shebitch are screaming @ each other. He, appropriately, responding "fuck you" when It tried blaming him! THEN, blaming him for doing nothing around Toxichouse. Faithful readers will recall It takes NO responsibility for ANYTHING. Amazing. KNEW It'd attempt to shirk responsibility for this as well (the driveway asphalt that's pitched TOWARD the house rather than away? While It was sitting there, while the guys did the job, sunning Itself????? The carpet that buckled one week after installation, while It was there to monitor installation????? It's answer to that: cheap carpet. Right. CANNOT do a goddamned thing.).
Why didn't I do anything? I'm Satan remember? I have o.c.d. remember? Fuck 'em. (AND, in my mind I remember when I DID intercede a year ago when the toilet clogged. Am I the ONLY motherfucker who remembers $49.99 24 hours unclogger guy? Remember when he came? On the bill, for problem, he wrote "tampon city." Stoney don't use 'em. I don't. Hulk don't. Guess who?
So, this am, pleasantly surprised. After last night's rain, was ready for either a day off or a gym day. But no!!! Yay!!!!!!! Got my miles! Did well.
This served my psyche well as manana is a 4m run, Sunday a 5k. So, needed the miles.
Again, life is good.
...got a shower I can borrow?
Thursday, March 1, 2012
day 949
:)
Y'know, sometimes...soooooometimes the right thing happens.
Thought I'd get stuck ellipin' this am. When I got up, my stuff had been fucked with (again), and it was raining. Ok, I'm feeling not so good. Fortunately, figured "business as usual, stick to the plan" (THE PLAN never fails, WE fail the plan).
Got to the job...misting. YAY!!!!!!! Laced 'em up, good to go!!! Got my miles yo!!!!!
Suddenly, life is good again. Funny how that worked.
Though Davy Jones' death hurts. We're not getting any younger.
Y'know, sometimes...soooooometimes the right thing happens.
Thought I'd get stuck ellipin' this am. When I got up, my stuff had been fucked with (again), and it was raining. Ok, I'm feeling not so good. Fortunately, figured "business as usual, stick to the plan" (THE PLAN never fails, WE fail the plan).
Got to the job...misting. YAY!!!!!!! Laced 'em up, good to go!!! Got my miles yo!!!!!
Suddenly, life is good again. Funny how that worked.
Though Davy Jones' death hurts. We're not getting any younger.
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