I am back. Life has become somewhat strange again. It is as if my past is becoming my present. It is all the fault of damn social networking sites. I am finding myself connecting with people that I have not really seen since my teen years or early 20s.
In some ways, it is kind of cool. I have come to understand that people drift in and out of our lives continuously. Being a bit of a solipsist, I have often believed that I conjured them up and then let them go. They have no existence apart from me. It is a fantasy. It puts me in total control, which is nice, but wholly fictitious. I do not control that sort of thing (looks like I am trying to deflect some blame).
It is really strange to contact these people and see them all grown up. It is nice to know that some people have grown (not sure that I have). They are heavier and many have less hair (male and female), so it is not just me. The funniest part is sometimes I do not recall why I lost contact.
Oh yeah, they may have been sort of friends, at a certain point time in my life, limited to a certain location or locations. Once I was done with that part of my life, I lost contact. I guess the common bond we shared ceased to be for me, so onwards I moved and they too.
It has been interesting to see and hear from these folks as they all provided some enjoyment to me 25 or 30 years ago. Now, we tell similar stories of raising children and just trying to live our lives.
It is funny how things work and how social networking can bring you back to your roots. It ain't too bad (notwithstanding I can be found and that puts me back on the grid, so I may have to do something about that). Anyway, still do not know where "Pete" is, though. He may be out on manoeuvres with his cans of meat. Anybody know what became of any of the dudes that lived in the frat house? Those would be some obscure stories and names.
Have a great weekend one and all! Ciao!
Friday, January 29, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Chemical Ali is now a real swinger
I am back. It has only been a week since my last post. Nothing real new to report in the past week. I did read where they executed Chemical Ali in Iraq today. He was the one that took such glee in gassing the Shiites and Kurds in Iraq in the early 1990s. He was also a trusted cousin of Saddam Hussein.
Given that Saddam's sons were psychopathic, like their father, and the cousin fell into this category, it is no surprise that these assholes took great pleasure in torturing, maiming and killing their subjects. Sad, but they died like they lived....violently.
The great irony is that somebody, a Sunni insurgent, detonated a bomb that killed 37 in Baghdad at about the time Chemical Ali was to be hanged (like Saddam, that genius military strategist). He is now a real swinger. It all makes sense to me. Kill each other, so there are less of you to kill anybody else. I like the logic.
I heard that Chemical Ali was sentenced to death four times. I was really curious to know how they were going to carry out that sentence. It is not as if they could kill him and then bring him back to life three times. That would be a tremendous waste of valuable resources, all for the sake of vengeance.
I have no problem with vendetta and revenge is a dish best served cold. Even I think that would be going too far. Bringing a guy back to life, after you executed him, well, may just as well cause him as much pain possible. Let him beg for his life or to be finished off quickly. Make the bastard suffer and then end it. Nothing else to do. His wiring is bad, so just junk that machine.
Around these parts we, by that I mean I, had a pretty mellow weekend. We had an early basketball game (8:30 am) on Saturday. We only had five players, so my guys gutted it out and were out of gas by the end. We did lose and I am proud of the 5 guys that played. It really was more like 4, as our 5th guy is just sort of there. He is like a pylon on defence and offence. He did score a basket but was otherwise a complete non-entity. Oh well, that is house league basketball for you.
That is all for now. Ciao!
Given that Saddam's sons were psychopathic, like their father, and the cousin fell into this category, it is no surprise that these assholes took great pleasure in torturing, maiming and killing their subjects. Sad, but they died like they lived....violently.
The great irony is that somebody, a Sunni insurgent, detonated a bomb that killed 37 in Baghdad at about the time Chemical Ali was to be hanged (like Saddam, that genius military strategist). He is now a real swinger. It all makes sense to me. Kill each other, so there are less of you to kill anybody else. I like the logic.
I heard that Chemical Ali was sentenced to death four times. I was really curious to know how they were going to carry out that sentence. It is not as if they could kill him and then bring him back to life three times. That would be a tremendous waste of valuable resources, all for the sake of vengeance.
I have no problem with vendetta and revenge is a dish best served cold. Even I think that would be going too far. Bringing a guy back to life, after you executed him, well, may just as well cause him as much pain possible. Let him beg for his life or to be finished off quickly. Make the bastard suffer and then end it. Nothing else to do. His wiring is bad, so just junk that machine.
Around these parts we, by that I mean I, had a pretty mellow weekend. We had an early basketball game (8:30 am) on Saturday. We only had five players, so my guys gutted it out and were out of gas by the end. We did lose and I am proud of the 5 guys that played. It really was more like 4, as our 5th guy is just sort of there. He is like a pylon on defence and offence. He did score a basket but was otherwise a complete non-entity. Oh well, that is house league basketball for you.
That is all for now. Ciao!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Happy 13th, Lad!
I am back. I am having a strange feeling today. It dawns on me that it is official. I am officially the father of a teenager. Yes, the Lad turned 13 today. He is now, and for 7 more years, a teenager. Where the fuck has the time gone?
I have recounted in these posts the day of his arrival in as much detail as I can recall. It has been 13 years after all, not to mention all the alcohol I needed to "wash" down those years. Like all periods of life, this one has had some good times (watching him play and grow) and some sad times (loss of the Outlaws).
He has grown into a tall, sensitive, bright young man. Again, I am struck by how he looks like a boy sometimes and sometimes looks like a young teenager. It is those awkward, sort of gawky, years that he has entered. I went through them and so will he.
The Wife says that I cannot comment on his growing teen moustache. "It would embarrass him". Commenting would embarrass him? What about the catepillar starting to grow under his nose, that does not embarrass him? Look, I kept mine (you should see my grade 9 photo, all of 14 with my curly, permed hair, and cheesy teen moustache) until one of my best friend's older brother told me that I looked like Ringo Starr. He was so correct (think of the picture of Ringo from the White Album) so the next day, I took a razor from my father and shaved the fucking thing off. I would shave whenever I had to from there.
At the time, it did seem embarrassing and most of my good friends were in the same cheesy, lip-hairy boat. Most of us had done the shaving thing by the end of 1978 and had a smooth upper lip to show for it. I did have one friend, idiot that he was and may still very well be, who would tweeze the stray chin and lip hairs. Give up the ghost, motherfucker, and just shave....who do you think you were fooling? Of course, this dude was quite the sun-worshipper and would ask doctors opinions on his tan and the damage he was doing. He finally settled on the one doctor who did not think it was a problem. There is no accounting for searching out somebody who will let you "keep" your delusions.
Anyway, I guess my shaving his moustache (I can see him having me do it for him, out of fear of cutting himself, as I did it for my brother at about that age) will be a post for another day, when it, of course, occurs.
I am still unclear how I can be the father of a teenager. In fact, that means that I could be a grandfather at any time. I mean, he may be able to knock up some chick. Thankfully, I do not have a daughter, let alone a slutty one. This is bad enough and driving becomes the next great fear frontier for me, apparently.
For now, I am going to have to remember that hormones rule and that long term, rational thought is going to be his sworn, mortal enemy for a time. If he is anything like I was/am, it may not be too bad as he will have a sensible side that will continue to rear its head most times.
I know I went through puberty and the insane teen years without too much trouble. Of course, I was never afraid to march to the tune of my own drummer. Peer pressure was not that great influence on me. Sadly, I have long taken a hard look at my peer group and would always have to question motives and such. One of the greatest cartoons that I had clipped from the Wall Street Journal (the Wife has long since thrown it out, because she just does not understand) had a guy in court. He turns to his lawyer and says, "I hardly consider 12 people who could not get out of jury duty as MY peers." Those were and are my sentiments about my teen years, too.
With that, I will say happy 13th birthday, Lad. I love you more and more each day and I can barely express in words how proud you have me feel and I can see that feeling increasing (until December 2012, then the world goes kablooey and it is survival mode and dammit we Well Adjusted Madmen types will have to survive, I will WILL that to occur). Nice to end on a happy thought, Ciao!
I have recounted in these posts the day of his arrival in as much detail as I can recall. It has been 13 years after all, not to mention all the alcohol I needed to "wash" down those years. Like all periods of life, this one has had some good times (watching him play and grow) and some sad times (loss of the Outlaws).
He has grown into a tall, sensitive, bright young man. Again, I am struck by how he looks like a boy sometimes and sometimes looks like a young teenager. It is those awkward, sort of gawky, years that he has entered. I went through them and so will he.
The Wife says that I cannot comment on his growing teen moustache. "It would embarrass him". Commenting would embarrass him? What about the catepillar starting to grow under his nose, that does not embarrass him? Look, I kept mine (you should see my grade 9 photo, all of 14 with my curly, permed hair, and cheesy teen moustache) until one of my best friend's older brother told me that I looked like Ringo Starr. He was so correct (think of the picture of Ringo from the White Album) so the next day, I took a razor from my father and shaved the fucking thing off. I would shave whenever I had to from there.
At the time, it did seem embarrassing and most of my good friends were in the same cheesy, lip-hairy boat. Most of us had done the shaving thing by the end of 1978 and had a smooth upper lip to show for it. I did have one friend, idiot that he was and may still very well be, who would tweeze the stray chin and lip hairs. Give up the ghost, motherfucker, and just shave....who do you think you were fooling? Of course, this dude was quite the sun-worshipper and would ask doctors opinions on his tan and the damage he was doing. He finally settled on the one doctor who did not think it was a problem. There is no accounting for searching out somebody who will let you "keep" your delusions.
Anyway, I guess my shaving his moustache (I can see him having me do it for him, out of fear of cutting himself, as I did it for my brother at about that age) will be a post for another day, when it, of course, occurs.
I am still unclear how I can be the father of a teenager. In fact, that means that I could be a grandfather at any time. I mean, he may be able to knock up some chick. Thankfully, I do not have a daughter, let alone a slutty one. This is bad enough and driving becomes the next great fear frontier for me, apparently.
For now, I am going to have to remember that hormones rule and that long term, rational thought is going to be his sworn, mortal enemy for a time. If he is anything like I was/am, it may not be too bad as he will have a sensible side that will continue to rear its head most times.
I know I went through puberty and the insane teen years without too much trouble. Of course, I was never afraid to march to the tune of my own drummer. Peer pressure was not that great influence on me. Sadly, I have long taken a hard look at my peer group and would always have to question motives and such. One of the greatest cartoons that I had clipped from the Wall Street Journal (the Wife has long since thrown it out, because she just does not understand) had a guy in court. He turns to his lawyer and says, "I hardly consider 12 people who could not get out of jury duty as MY peers." Those were and are my sentiments about my teen years, too.
With that, I will say happy 13th birthday, Lad. I love you more and more each day and I can barely express in words how proud you have me feel and I can see that feeling increasing (until December 2012, then the world goes kablooey and it is survival mode and dammit we Well Adjusted Madmen types will have to survive, I will WILL that to occur). Nice to end on a happy thought, Ciao!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
A simple question that needs to be answered
I am back. This will be short and sweet. Well, actually, not sweet at all. I am going to ask a question. Given the responses to the other questions that I have posed, I know not to expect any answers. In this matter of having my questions answered (I do not care if the answer is correct, I just want a fucking answer, dammit!), I know from the past that there will be no answers forthcoming. That is inductive reasoning and you are all a bunch of Jeremy Benthams.
For your own knowledge, this is the story of Jeremy Bentham and what that reference means. It was brought up to me close to 30 years ago (fuck, I am getting old, though I do not notice it....until the 18 year old server girls call me "Sir"....then again, that would not be a bad thing in certain situations) by my Chemistry/Physics teacher in high school. The man, who had his PhD. in one of those two disciplines but preferred teaching high school students and not post-secondary students, was brilliant and a little "whacked out" or "out there".
He would often start class with this line, "test today?". Then he would be talking and walking, walk out of the room in mid sentence and come back into the room as he completed what he was saying. You could never get the full story.
Anyway, he would ask a question and nobody would put their hand up to answer it. He would then say that he had a bunch of Jeremy Benthams.
Jeremy Bentham was an English philosopher and proponent of utilitarianism. He lived in the late 1700s and died in 1832. His work greatly influenced Scottish philosopher John Stuart Mill, who gave us the concept of Liberty and libertarianism (absent harm to somebody, you should pursue your own happiness). Upon Bentham's death, he came from wealth, he bequeathed a large sum to University College in London. As stipulated, he had given his body to science but his head, etc. was preserved and placed on another body and encased in a glass "tomb"(auto-icon). He was to present at all meetings, so he would be wheeled in to sit at all meetings. When it came time to vote, the votes would be counted and Jeremy Bentham would, of course, abstain. Actually, they called it "present but not voting". And that is the reference that my old Chemistry teacher would use.
Anyway, here is my question....why does shit smell like shit?
I will await the replies (let's see what arrives quicker, the replies, the coming of the Messiah, the return of the Great Pumpkin or Godot). Ciao!
PS, I am counting on y'all (am I a dope or what?)
For your own knowledge, this is the story of Jeremy Bentham and what that reference means. It was brought up to me close to 30 years ago (fuck, I am getting old, though I do not notice it....until the 18 year old server girls call me "Sir"....then again, that would not be a bad thing in certain situations) by my Chemistry/Physics teacher in high school. The man, who had his PhD. in one of those two disciplines but preferred teaching high school students and not post-secondary students, was brilliant and a little "whacked out" or "out there".
He would often start class with this line, "test today?". Then he would be talking and walking, walk out of the room in mid sentence and come back into the room as he completed what he was saying. You could never get the full story.
Anyway, he would ask a question and nobody would put their hand up to answer it. He would then say that he had a bunch of Jeremy Benthams.
Jeremy Bentham was an English philosopher and proponent of utilitarianism. He lived in the late 1700s and died in 1832. His work greatly influenced Scottish philosopher John Stuart Mill, who gave us the concept of Liberty and libertarianism (absent harm to somebody, you should pursue your own happiness). Upon Bentham's death, he came from wealth, he bequeathed a large sum to University College in London. As stipulated, he had given his body to science but his head, etc. was preserved and placed on another body and encased in a glass "tomb"(auto-icon). He was to present at all meetings, so he would be wheeled in to sit at all meetings. When it came time to vote, the votes would be counted and Jeremy Bentham would, of course, abstain. Actually, they called it "present but not voting". And that is the reference that my old Chemistry teacher would use.
Anyway, here is my question....why does shit smell like shit?
I will await the replies (let's see what arrives quicker, the replies, the coming of the Messiah, the return of the Great Pumpkin or Godot). Ciao!
PS, I am counting on y'all (am I a dope or what?)
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Baseball Hall of Fame Rant
I am back. This is one "off the wall" post. I just have to vent. The inductees to the Baseball Hall of Fame were just announced and I am pissed. Roberto Alomar came up short (10 votes short) of induction in his first year of eligibility.
Shame on you, BBWA. You vote in Ryne Sandburg early? This guy is not half the player that Alomar was (they were both 2nd basemen). Look at the offensive and defensive stats! Most importantly, how many World Series rings did Sandburg win/earn? NADA. Alomar has 2, both with the Blue Jays, AND he was an integral part of those teams.
It was his home run off of Dennis Eckersley in the American League Championship Series that turned the tide. For the first time, the Blue Jays were not intimidated by the A's. Defeating their closer meant that the "bully" had been vanquished. Roberto Alomar did that with one swing of the bat.
I will not piss on the Hall for inducting Andre Dawson (we share a birthday and he was my favorite player growing up in the late 70s and early 80s when he was an Expo). Then again, he did have to wait for induction and his numbers were not nearly as good as Alomar's. Roberto Alomar was the best position player in Toronto Blue Jays history....hands down, nobody else comes close.
Jack Morris should also be in the Hall. He was a prick and he was simply the best and most consistent pitcher in the 1980s (not to mention 4 World Series titles-Detroit in 1984, Minnesota in 1991 and Toronto in 1992 and 1993).
Shame on the BBWA for missing those! Ciao!
Shame on you, BBWA. You vote in Ryne Sandburg early? This guy is not half the player that Alomar was (they were both 2nd basemen). Look at the offensive and defensive stats! Most importantly, how many World Series rings did Sandburg win/earn? NADA. Alomar has 2, both with the Blue Jays, AND he was an integral part of those teams.
It was his home run off of Dennis Eckersley in the American League Championship Series that turned the tide. For the first time, the Blue Jays were not intimidated by the A's. Defeating their closer meant that the "bully" had been vanquished. Roberto Alomar did that with one swing of the bat.
I will not piss on the Hall for inducting Andre Dawson (we share a birthday and he was my favorite player growing up in the late 70s and early 80s when he was an Expo). Then again, he did have to wait for induction and his numbers were not nearly as good as Alomar's. Roberto Alomar was the best position player in Toronto Blue Jays history....hands down, nobody else comes close.
Jack Morris should also be in the Hall. He was a prick and he was simply the best and most consistent pitcher in the 1980s (not to mention 4 World Series titles-Detroit in 1984, Minnesota in 1991 and Toronto in 1992 and 1993).
Shame on the BBWA for missing those! Ciao!
Monday, January 04, 2010
Are ties to be severed?
I am back. Pretty soon after, huh? I was going to rant about the Wife's sister (and brother). It is just too easy a subject and I could go on forever. They are walking illustrations of the hazards of smoking while pregnant. The reality is that I sized this "woman" up 22 years ago and she keeps proving me correct. The dirty "bitch" is just toxic.
This woman comes with her 8 year old daughter from Dayton. Presumably, she is here to see some family that came in from LA. Whether the cousin from LA wanted to see her is open for debate. Of course, SIL does not stay at a hotel, she stays with us. Keep in mind, as I know I have mentioned many times earlier, she is a P - I - G, pig. That is so damn ironic as she keeps kosher and has become more observant than her husband, who was raised in an Orthodox home.
The other funny part is that she has bastardized the religion. She is vapid and empty. Yet, she seems to think that going to synagogue regularly absolves her of that crap and makes up for her proclivity to judge all people. Of course, she judges using her standards, which also she does not measure up to (then again, she would be loathe to admit that...or anything else for that matter).
Long story short, but she treats the Wife with the same sense of disrespect she treated her own parents. Keep in mind, the cunt, man I should not have said that but if the tampon fits...., was MAD that her parents sold their home and bought their condominium, short lived that it was, because they did not see fit to consult with her and her husband. Imagine, adults, who raised these fucking losers (and they are, trust me you would not have been friends with either of these nebbishkites in high school or university, at least I know that I would not have and my standards are the ONLY ones that count around here)(if you do not like that, get your own fucking blog) cannot be trusted to live their own lives without consulting their addle minded daughter who lives in Dayton, Ohio.
It seemed to me then and now, their only objection was that they lost a free place to stay that provided them with free childcare and meals, too. It would appear that being a neurologist in the US does not provide with enough class or wealth to stay in a hotel. In fact, his parents, who still have a home of their own, will NOT have them stay there (very telling). They chose the place where the people were compliant and willing to suck back on the shit sandwiches served.
The best part is that they left the place like it was their own home...a shit house. Of course, the woman in whose home they were a GUEST was a fastidious cleaner. This disarray in her home was visibly disconcerting for her and her demented husband. And of course, this look was ignored by both "adult" children. I guess if they cannot shit on you and have you take it, you are of no use to them.
Anyway, she stays with us. She had been staying with us a bit while she came in alone when her mother was ill and father was much the same way. Yet, she seems to complain about the heat, the food (as she rifles through our pantry and leaves half eaten bananas on the counter). In fact, April of 2008, they were in for Passover, and like an idiot, we (the Wife/doormat, really) allow her to borrow our car. I get the car back with a banana peel in it. I confront her about that and she has the temerity to go on the attack. That does not play with me (you will find a bit more humor as I get to the end of the present story, too). Like I have said, she is a fucking pig.
Keep in mind, too, that in all these "visits" and stays in our basement, she has NEVER taken a shower. She will go and run, but has never showered. I sit in wonder how my brother in law, her husband, could have fucked that dirty cunt at least 7 times. Then again, one look at him, and without flashing his wallet, though his balls are in her purse, I understand. It was the only way he could get laid.
Anyway, we get to this weekend. The Wife, looking for some support from her sister, gets the usual put downs. Funny, but if it were me, I would have thrown her dirty ass on the cold porch, but I am family asshole. The daughter was complaining about blue light from the Wii bothering her while she tried to sleep and the cold. Her dipshit mother decides to further impose by asking if her daughter could sleep with the Lad. That was rebuffed. It was then asked that we put the blow up mattress in our bedroom and she sleep with us. Again, the Wife knew to say "no". The Wife suggested they sleep on our main level with greater heat but that was rebuffed as there is no television in that area or room.
Then, it began, the bitch, in a snit, says she will stay in a hotel. The bluff was called. She packed up and took all their shit as they went to visit their aunt (I have mentioned her here, and not in a positive manner, too) and see her in laws. She was to return the car (our car that she borrowed, not my car, but the Wife's car). She leaves with "she cannot take the yelling, the anger" from my Wife. Then she says that the Wife needs help and that she lost her parents, too. The best line was that she was the most non-judgemental person.
The Wife cried (I was laughing at how moronic her sister sounds and is). I put it to the Wife this way, and she seems to have agreed, ask yourself this question "if she were not related to you, would you be friends with her?" Her answer was a resounding "NO". I said that was that, so stop trying to get something/attention from her as it will never happen. She is a cold fish and cannot provide you with any emotional enjoyment. She is all talk and no action.
The best part is the day goes on. The Wife emails her to tell her to pick up her running shoes that she left in the house (I would say on purpose but that would be too intelligent for her). The email reply is that her in laws won't have her, so can they spend the night at our place. Then she texts the Wife wondering if we could come home earlier from my mother's house (Sunday night dinner with my family). The bitch has no shame....no pride either as it turns out.
I am laughing so hard thinking about it. I have absolutely NO respect for her. The damn toothless dog. All bark, unintelligent bark at that, but no bite.
It has taken the Wife 22 years to come around to my way of thinking. I have been proven correct, not that I ever doubted it. As a follow up, I did not say goodbye to her as the sound of her voice and her presence now makes my skin crawl.
The only downside is that I have to see her in about 6 or 7 weeks but she will NOT be staying in MY home for a long, long, long time.
Ciao! Thanks for letting me vent!
This woman comes with her 8 year old daughter from Dayton. Presumably, she is here to see some family that came in from LA. Whether the cousin from LA wanted to see her is open for debate. Of course, SIL does not stay at a hotel, she stays with us. Keep in mind, as I know I have mentioned many times earlier, she is a P - I - G, pig. That is so damn ironic as she keeps kosher and has become more observant than her husband, who was raised in an Orthodox home.
The other funny part is that she has bastardized the religion. She is vapid and empty. Yet, she seems to think that going to synagogue regularly absolves her of that crap and makes up for her proclivity to judge all people. Of course, she judges using her standards, which also she does not measure up to (then again, she would be loathe to admit that...or anything else for that matter).
Long story short, but she treats the Wife with the same sense of disrespect she treated her own parents. Keep in mind, the cunt, man I should not have said that but if the tampon fits...., was MAD that her parents sold their home and bought their condominium, short lived that it was, because they did not see fit to consult with her and her husband. Imagine, adults, who raised these fucking losers (and they are, trust me you would not have been friends with either of these nebbishkites in high school or university, at least I know that I would not have and my standards are the ONLY ones that count around here)(if you do not like that, get your own fucking blog) cannot be trusted to live their own lives without consulting their addle minded daughter who lives in Dayton, Ohio.
It seemed to me then and now, their only objection was that they lost a free place to stay that provided them with free childcare and meals, too. It would appear that being a neurologist in the US does not provide with enough class or wealth to stay in a hotel. In fact, his parents, who still have a home of their own, will NOT have them stay there (very telling). They chose the place where the people were compliant and willing to suck back on the shit sandwiches served.
The best part is that they left the place like it was their own home...a shit house. Of course, the woman in whose home they were a GUEST was a fastidious cleaner. This disarray in her home was visibly disconcerting for her and her demented husband. And of course, this look was ignored by both "adult" children. I guess if they cannot shit on you and have you take it, you are of no use to them.
Anyway, she stays with us. She had been staying with us a bit while she came in alone when her mother was ill and father was much the same way. Yet, she seems to complain about the heat, the food (as she rifles through our pantry and leaves half eaten bananas on the counter). In fact, April of 2008, they were in for Passover, and like an idiot, we (the Wife/doormat, really) allow her to borrow our car. I get the car back with a banana peel in it. I confront her about that and she has the temerity to go on the attack. That does not play with me (you will find a bit more humor as I get to the end of the present story, too). Like I have said, she is a fucking pig.
Keep in mind, too, that in all these "visits" and stays in our basement, she has NEVER taken a shower. She will go and run, but has never showered. I sit in wonder how my brother in law, her husband, could have fucked that dirty cunt at least 7 times. Then again, one look at him, and without flashing his wallet, though his balls are in her purse, I understand. It was the only way he could get laid.
Anyway, we get to this weekend. The Wife, looking for some support from her sister, gets the usual put downs. Funny, but if it were me, I would have thrown her dirty ass on the cold porch, but I am family asshole. The daughter was complaining about blue light from the Wii bothering her while she tried to sleep and the cold. Her dipshit mother decides to further impose by asking if her daughter could sleep with the Lad. That was rebuffed. It was then asked that we put the blow up mattress in our bedroom and she sleep with us. Again, the Wife knew to say "no". The Wife suggested they sleep on our main level with greater heat but that was rebuffed as there is no television in that area or room.
Then, it began, the bitch, in a snit, says she will stay in a hotel. The bluff was called. She packed up and took all their shit as they went to visit their aunt (I have mentioned her here, and not in a positive manner, too) and see her in laws. She was to return the car (our car that she borrowed, not my car, but the Wife's car). She leaves with "she cannot take the yelling, the anger" from my Wife. Then she says that the Wife needs help and that she lost her parents, too. The best line was that she was the most non-judgemental person.
The Wife cried (I was laughing at how moronic her sister sounds and is). I put it to the Wife this way, and she seems to have agreed, ask yourself this question "if she were not related to you, would you be friends with her?" Her answer was a resounding "NO". I said that was that, so stop trying to get something/attention from her as it will never happen. She is a cold fish and cannot provide you with any emotional enjoyment. She is all talk and no action.
The best part is the day goes on. The Wife emails her to tell her to pick up her running shoes that she left in the house (I would say on purpose but that would be too intelligent for her). The email reply is that her in laws won't have her, so can they spend the night at our place. Then she texts the Wife wondering if we could come home earlier from my mother's house (Sunday night dinner with my family). The bitch has no shame....no pride either as it turns out.
I am laughing so hard thinking about it. I have absolutely NO respect for her. The damn toothless dog. All bark, unintelligent bark at that, but no bite.
It has taken the Wife 22 years to come around to my way of thinking. I have been proven correct, not that I ever doubted it. As a follow up, I did not say goodbye to her as the sound of her voice and her presence now makes my skin crawl.
The only downside is that I have to see her in about 6 or 7 weeks but she will NOT be staying in MY home for a long, long, long time.
Ciao! Thanks for letting me vent!
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Happy New Year
I am back. Happy New Year, one and all. Perhaps, not ALL. I am not going to write or speak in anger. I will not be consumed by negativity. I am too strong for that, so I will not succumb to anybody else's negativity. I am impervious to that shit.
That sounds like a good way to be for 2010. I mean, we only have about three years left anyway (December 20, 2012). We are not here for a long time so why not make it a good time? That is how I resolve to be. I figure that only good can come from that and that is in ALL areas of life.
Now, I have been rather remiss in posting lately, well for a long while. I have had some interesting thoughts and never got around to writing or posting them. Some funny stuff....gone.
Well, in any event, I plan to be back more often this year with some good stuff.
That sounds like a good way to be for 2010. I mean, we only have about three years left anyway (December 20, 2012). We are not here for a long time so why not make it a good time? That is how I resolve to be. I figure that only good can come from that and that is in ALL areas of life.
Now, I have been rather remiss in posting lately, well for a long while. I have had some interesting thoughts and never got around to writing or posting them. Some funny stuff....gone.
Well, in any event, I plan to be back more often this year with some good stuff.
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