November 26th, 2006 by Atomictumor
Well, I had a headache until about an hour. I purposefully kept myself from drinking TOO much because, in my doddering old age, I find that I get hung over pretty darn easy.
I wouldn’t say I was hung over today, just had an irritating headache. So yeah, I guess I was kinda hung over. Dammit.
The boys and I hung around, we played with some toys, watched some DVDs, had a Sunday. I used to always get bored on Sundays when I was a kid. All that free time, and nothing to do. I’d get bored on Sundays after I met BJ, but wasn’t quite the same thing. Today almost wandered into the former boredom category.
So, to break it, we went to see Flushed Away at the theater in town. It was a damn good movie, as all the Aardman flicks. I love these kids movies that work in jokes over the kids heads (or sometimes around them).
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What I’ve been wondering today is the whole what next thing. I’m going to need to re-identify myself, to a certain extent, in order to be a viable human being in the world. I could do a Bowie-esq full on transformation (sans makeup, I look too much like my Mom in drag), or just modify myself.
I’m figuring I’ll let the hair grow out. I’ve been playing with the idea, really, since I cut it off, but BJ liked giving me haircuts, and admittedly, I liked getting them from her. It was a fun ritual. She was getting decent at the way I like it, shaggy enough to look slacker, but short enough to clean up if I have to (which I rarely do). Now that I’m working at home (when I start back to work [Superego: Which needs to be tomorrow, you freeloader]) I won’t have to go into the office, so I’ll be able to grow it out without fear of whitey slapping me down like the scum I am.
Now, a lot of folks from my office read this, so its OK. You guys aren’t Whitey, so lets just keep this between us, eh?
Anyway, long hair, I’m finally going to get my bike fixed, and I’m going to spend my lunch hour riding (since, again, working from home, a lunch hour isn’t too important, cuz I can take calls from the kitchen, and if I spill something on the equipment, well, its MY equipment), so hopefully I can get myself into shape, and stave off that heart attack at 35 I was looking forward to.
Gotta take the high road, brother.
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I’ve not missed BJ today. I mean, sure, I’d give all sorts of body parts to have her back, but its not happening. Its not a dream that I’ll wake up from, or some kind of soap opera mistake with a twist ending.
The boys are doing great (considering), I’m doing great (considering), and again, a bystander wouldn’t know that there was a dead matriarch of the house unless they happened to hear somebody make a joke about her being dead. That happens a lot. Like, for example, the fact that she totally screwed me out of the satisfaction of being 28 while she’s 30 for 9 days in January. She completely wormed out of that, and is undoubtedly laughing her ass off about it.
She’s a sweetheart.
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Pictures, pictures, pictures. Daco posted these ones, and those are all I’ve gotten so far. I intended to post a picture of the final product of the canvas art I set up, but I’m lazy. It’ll find its way on here.
Speaking of lazy, I have all sorts of friggin work to do.
I need to get the bike tire fixed.
I need to fix the drain line on the dishwasher, which decided to crap out around the same time BJ died.
I need to clean this dump up.
I need to figure out what we’re keeping, and give away the rest. BJ’s mom wants pretty much everything I’m getting rid of, but there’ll be somethings that I’ll be giving to friends, when appropriate.
Gotta go, hamburger helper is about done. Pigpen is a bull, and is attempting to gore MastaG. They keep stomping, and my Devo record skips when they do. I growl, but I think I may have to beat them up. And by that, I mean wrestle them down and tickle them.
Its brutal.
November 26th, 2006 at 7:37 pm
Stash away a giant ziplock full of stuff to give each of the boys when they get married. A pin, a handkerchief, something to involve her in their weddings.
November 26th, 2006 at 7:45 pm
I have never in my life seen a better mohawk than the guy in the pictures that you linked to. seriously awesome.
November 26th, 2006 at 7:52 pm
J - Not sure if you’ve always been domesticated or not but I have tons of quick / easy recipes….and occasionally I don’t burn one (i.e. cooked new recipe in crockpot last night and forgot to turn off, woke up this a.m. to smell of something cooking uh make that burning).
I know you went to SSI office the other day - but go back when you can, it may be a delay on when the “survivor benefits” will kick in depending on the time but it comes in nice and- oh, oh, oh let’s not forget the parting gift for the “surviving spouse”, the ever so small token award for our trouble.
I know you get the humor…..light, right?
~twh
November 26th, 2006 at 7:58 pm
BJ always could cut hair. When she cut mine I didn’t even have to sneak off to have it straightened and that was 10 years ago. It’s those gifted hands she has. I loved seeing her art work last night. Just let me know if you need help with anything (the house) or what foods you like (so I can cook some freezer meals for you).
November 26th, 2006 at 8:02 pm
Hey, AT. Get a helmet to go with the bike, K?
I’m your dad’s age, so you gotta listen to me.
Heh.
November 26th, 2006 at 8:09 pm
Tonya, thats one of the benefits of our relationship, is that I was the cooker of the family. BJ was a bit more in the cleaning/organization side of things, but the whole keeping food in the belly thing was all me. That won’t change, and its a good thing.
November 26th, 2006 at 8:13 pm
The pictures are great, thanks for letting us in on the festivities.
November 26th, 2006 at 8:14 pm
Lord help - I am ALL of them; didn’t say I was good at ALL of them but I try. I did burn oatmeal in the microwave the other morning - still trying to get that smell out. I digress. Well, social services hasn’t been to see me - yet!
~twh
November 26th, 2006 at 8:17 pm
See, I went to SSI to do this last Friday, and made an appointment for 12/6. By then, I should have the death certificates and whatnot. I’m OK for monies until then, I’m sure.
November 26th, 2006 at 8:35 pm
Cathy, it never would have occurred to me to save little thingys for the boys, but I think that’s an awesome idea. Pay attention to that one, AT. And put that cheesecake in the freezer for me. Or there will be hell to pay.
November 26th, 2006 at 8:37 pm
Dood, its in the freezer, Gosh.
November 26th, 2006 at 8:39 pm
apropos of nothing anyone said: Here is another kindred spirit; I think and wonder - do people who cross over at the *same* time, and are the same level, have a kind of orientation. . .(these are his words last week: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/6180262.stm)
And I think that the goodness of a person defines their level.
November 26th, 2006 at 8:48 pm
Never figured to see GAC hanging out with Russian spies, but stranger things have happened this month, eh?
November 26th, 2006 at 8:49 pm
Cheesecake?
November 26th, 2006 at 9:02 pm
Oh crap. Long hair?
November 26th, 2006 at 9:08 pm
Man, did you see those pictures of me? I was a stone fox, baby.
November 26th, 2006 at 9:12 pm
very nice looking.
November 26th, 2006 at 9:17 pm
They are old pictures brother….
November 26th, 2006 at 9:31 pm
Daco, if you are needin’ some cheesecake, let me know. I’ve been in a baking mood.
November 26th, 2006 at 10:01 pm
Thanks, jen, but I must confess, the mohawk I’m only renting from some guy in NY. Sort of like a time-share thing, it’s a giant wig made of bear fur, I think…but you can have it next for the small price of 24.95 a year.
November 26th, 2006 at 10:40 pm
I just got done cleaning the bathroom. It seems that I just swish the scum around and it resettles where it likes. It is so John Paul Sartre. Are the chemicals killing me or are the killing the critters they are supposed to be killing? Critters be damned — it smells like a lemon lime fruit land in there now — in spite of the spots of drywall compound I have yet to sand, prep, and paint. AT — I don’t have a bike tire — everything else is a possiblility. Although I do have a bike behind me that was supposed to accompany me to work so I could be a healthy sort of guy and ride it around campus. It, huh, did not happen. Just got back from IN. Wonder Girl benifited from a portable DVD player. She is spoiled but my ears felt so much better when we got there. There was no screaming induced blood coming from my ears after 6 hours in the car and I was in a down right cheery mood when we got to my Mom’s place.
tg
November 27th, 2006 at 12:11 am
that was weird. I left a comment. cyberspace snatched it up. oh well.
I think I said something about hamburger helper sounding really good right now (Turkey overload is really gettin’ to me) and…um, I make sure the house it “clean” but organized and tidy? not so much. I have to choose my battles, and why organize toys when they’ll be strewn all over again in 10 minutes? No thanks, I’d rather preserve some of my sanity for other issues…like blogging?!
November 27th, 2006 at 12:44 am
It was very nice to meet you and yours at the Tap Room last night. I am thinking good thoughts your way and sorry I could not stay. Big hamburger helper fan here too!
November 27th, 2006 at 6:07 am
“I was the cooker of the family”
Do you have many of them left? I bet those young ones taste good on the grill.
November 27th, 2006 at 6:56 am
Just glancing over those pictures–good grief AT, your parents do not at all look old enough to have a kid in his late 20s. I guess I just pictured them older-looking. Maybe aging well runs your family; if so, you’re lucky!
November 27th, 2006 at 7:11 am
Actually, geneticly speaking, I come from mighty good stock. Good teeth, generally good eyes, ages well, no cancer or other weird diseases.
Good stuff.
November 27th, 2006 at 7:34 pm
youre a good dad