Bagel Bread and more!

Seen it yet? Try it? I have. Love it. It's a loaf of bread, but it's bagel! Last night for lunch time (since lunch time is 1:30am ish for me here does that mean it's breakfast?) had a bagel bread ham and cheese sandwich. Delicious. That morning I had bagel bread toast with cream cheese. Simply amazing! The thing I noticed most, the shit fills you up. Run out and buy yourself a loaf today. Many flavors available. "This has not been a paid advertisement for bagel bread."

Each night it gets harder and harder to find any reason to get up out of bed and go to work. I can remember a conversation I had quite sometime ago with G. Working is sort of like being a prostitute. I essentially put a price on my services and "skillz". How much will I take to whore myself out? Unfortunately I'm a dirty little slut that works for cheap. "Five dollars G.I." A paycheck is the reason. I'm sure I'm not the only person in the world that feels like I do. Doing whatever it takes to make some clams. I'm also sure I'm not the only person out there trying to find better. I'll keep on reporting for duty until I find something else. Daddy needs a change.

I feel like I need to pick myself up out of the dumpster. I'm beginning to smell bad...

Later.

I love you Julie.

Thoughts

You know it's time to go when you hate it don't you? I am speaking of my wonderful j.o.b. I'm sure I would be much more content if I was about 20 years older, but as it is I'm 28 and sitting around is just driving me fucking crazy. Night after night I go to work to find little to do. Some bitch that is eh? "Boy I went to work last night and didn't do shit". I have a problem with that. I have a problem that the company thinks that that is okay. Granted, an easy day here and there is great but every day? Remember a ways back I said I'd sit here and rub my finger over my lips and make a crazy sound? Well I'm typing this with one hand and doing just that... There has been a mass exit here as of late. There is always a high turn over rate here but some of the "lifers" are leaving. I can only hope to hop on the exit train. Not to be confused with the Whaaaaa train.

During the week working third shift take a toll on "sissypants" and myself. We can't seem to come to a sleep schedule that sticks. For a while it was going to be I'd come home and go right to bed. That doesn't work because "J" either doesn't get much rest at night or decides to sleep until 11 or so. Then there's the idea of me going to sleep when she gets up then I get up around 4 and hang out for awhile, eat supper then lay back down. That doesn't work either because we don't get much time together. What's the solution? First shift...

How's the Shape up or Ship out blog entry going? Not well. Lets just say I should have bought a weight bench instead of this piece of shit punching bag. You see I had one real good work out on it and the thing hasn't been the same. I doctored it up and I can just tell that it will not hold up. I'll test my patch job sometime today. At least a weight bench would still be useful. I think I feel a hate email coming for Everlast. Basically this bag is free standing on a base that is made of plastic. There is a shaft that screws to the base. These screws just grab into the plastic base. After I beat the piss out of it, the plastic gets worn away and the bag gets loose and wobbly. AKA=$100 junk.

My ex is not fulfilling her obligation according to our divorce agreement. All this does is piss me off and make me very glad I am where I am. I am not pissing around with this. A lawyer will be contacted if this is not resolved by the end of next week. Pure, simple, and true.

Julie is officially divorced. I think that happened on the 8th or 9th. Now it's time to ring shop. Garrett says to avoid diamonds. Julie says to buy a ring out of the quarter machines in front of the grocery stores. Maybe I'll compromise. Get a plastic ring with a glass shaped diamond or maybe a gold ring with a plastic diamond? No matter what I decide I hope Julie likes it and most importantly accepts.

You know what? It's time for more noises.

Later.

I love you Julie.

Passing

In time, the road ends for us all. My "sissypant's" uncle passed away a couple of hours ago. To anyone that has followed this blog throughout time they know of his battle. He held on for a very long time. I wonder how long he would have held on if the people that "loved" him were less selfish and more considerate of his feelings. Not that I'm being heartless, because I'm not. Situations like this make it all too clear that someone's last wishes need to be known to everyone and not to just a certain few. I am sad for my loves loss. For her uncle, I'm relieved that his pain has finally ended. He can now be at peace and to me that is a much better place to be than where he's been the last 5 months or so.

To change the tune: We had ourselves a get together. A party to a degree. It was great fun. I hope everyone that was there had as much fun as I did. Seeing everyone having a good time is such a good feeling. We laugh a great deal when we get together. For the get togethers at our place it's been me, Julie, Jamie, Rachel, Garrett and Kelley. Three couples. I've known Garrett and Jamie for years. Went to school with them and all. If I were to have brothers in life, they would be the two. I could not do justice to either one of them in written words. Perhaps someday, I will try. Rachel and Julie became good friends when we started our "adventure" around 3 years ago. I'm glad to see K is gelling well with us all. Everyone in the world is different and I can say the same thing about everyone that was sitting at our table. However, when you all sit together with a deck of cards and a game called asshole, little cups full of jell-o, and other "things" we all have lots in common. A love for a good time and good stories. They say laughter is the best medicine. I think we all overdosed on Saturday night. I can not wait to do it again!

A shout out: Thanks to my mom and dad for watching Connor and Shaina.

Speaking of Connor: 17.8lbs. 2.2 more pounds and he gets to sit facing forward in the car. He's just about got crawling down. He has all the motions, but he just hasn't laid it down right. I imagine in another week or so I'll be posting about how he's putting forks in outlets...

The WBC (world baseball classic). I've been reading and my attention has been gotten. The feeling I'm getting though that it's team USA vs. the world. I'm not quite sure if the WBC will see action again. Too many owners bitching about players getting hurt, which I can see their point. Too many players bitching because the owners want them in spring training, which I can see the players point wanting to represent their country. I'll read about. I hope to see game 3 of the US first series. Roger Clemens is on the mound for maybe the last time.

As for now, back to work.

Later.

I love you Julie.