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So, I know I’m not supposed to have done this, but I slowed my roll on my blog/wiki a bit. I’ve just had alot of stuff happening emotionally and I didn’t know how to get it out correctly. Read the rest of this entry »
So, for the longest time I’ve had this thing for Redheads. They are just attractive to me. Not that I’d lump them into a category by themselves or anything like that. I mean, I like Brunettes, and on rare occasions I’ve enjoyed Blonde; but I simply cannot even refuse a good-looking Red. I was watching TV with my my son, Luciene, and I think I finally realized why.
I was a HUGE cartoon attic growing up. Xmen, Spiderman, Iron Man, and pretty much any other garbage that came on TV. The girl, in the TV, she was always Red. Mary-Jane Watson, Jean Grey, Poison Ivy, Mystique, and pretty much any other fiend with the same mannerisms (IE: Harlequin). It was the compassion they always showed, their ability to embrace mistakes and make them seem less dubious. When you combine that with stunning looks, and on occasion, their ability to harness their anger into something wickedly powerful and awe-inspiring created in me a desire for a woman that treats me that way.
In my men, I don’t like that. Talk about strange, but I prefer a toned man more like you’d find in Cirque that what you’d find in a comic.
What brought this on? Luciene said that he thought MJ was pretty. He’s only four. He’s really digging on the Blondes, and usually heads toward them like a moth to the flame. It makes me wonder if he feels a lack of compassion. But nevermind that, I’m just over-analyzing.
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Well, last night I had a flat tire when I went to pickup my kids. Naturally, I got out of my vehicle and inspected the tire: which now had a shredded hole where it had worn through and blown out. It was off of the 60 and Val Vista, in Mesa. Because I’ve been saving for the move, my spare is SOL. So I called the Tow Company. He towed me to Big O tires, where I told him the issue, and he took my information. I paid the tow truck driver about $86 as he unloaded my car, handed my keys to the guy at the counter, and called Sara to let her know I wouldn’t be able to pickup the kids. After that, I sat down and waited for my car to be fixed. I sat and waited for about an hour before they even had a chance to go out and look at my car, they were just that busy.
When they finally did, he immediately came back in an double checked which tire I had reported as flat. He went back out, then came back in, and told me that everything was fine, and the tire wasn’t flat at all. He said there was no damage to any of the tires, but that my rears could use replacement. He asked me why I was towed, to which I just pretended that I didn’t hear.
The worst part? I called to speak to my kids, and my son and I talked for about 20 minutes. At the end of the call, he said he loved me; and then he asked when I was “coming home.”
I cried myself to sleep. It wasn’t my normal sleep. I woke up over and over, sobbing until I went back to sleep. Later on that evening, Kayla came home, and my mind just sort of reset.
This has made me seriously doubt my ability to be a parent, or to even function in society. I am considering commiting myself, before I hurt anyone, or damage my kids and make them like I am: or worse.
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This period I’ve made sales, and I’m considering using tactics that are agains my morals, just to get the higher bonus. I’ve done thins that I harshly against in the past, what makes now so different? These are people I will never have to see, much less watch them suffer because they believe that they will have a successful internet business. I don’t know. Im really looking forward to applying for a different job, and having an entirely different shift.
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Gasp. I have to go check in with the VA. Not something that I’m looking forward to, but hey – they are the ones behind everything, right?
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This morning, I went out with Kayla to Scottsdale to get the hay and pellets for the piggehs. It was the most fun I’ve had since I went dragon-slaying in the artic cirlce. .grin. Thank you, Beautiful.
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I’m supposed to be sleeping right now, but I’m playing with kitty. Miss my kids. All this crap is almost over. Almost there.
That’s it for today, good night, kids.
Today was a fun day. I got off work after making a little over my quota. I’m right on track for the week. My boss called in sick last night, and I’m a couple of tests away from all my certifications. Read the rest of this entry »
The other day, at work, I finally did one of my needed certifications. So now I’m OS and H3 certified. YAY! Going to be doing my D3 and W3 next week, and any others that come up. These are job-specific certifications, so they won’t mean a thing to anyone who doesn’t work where I do. What it does mean, though, is that on July 3rd, when my last Final Written Warning falls down to just a Written Warning, I will be applying for a different department! Woo-Hoo! No more inbound calls/sales.
I might go back to OS (Webboards), but I’m also debating waiting in line for HoC or Advanced Tech. My highest hope is to get into Fraud, but because of my credit score, I doubt that this will occur. Anyways, things at work are doing alright, and I have motivation to stay there so far.I will miss the people I work with when I change departments.
Not that it matters – I’m seeming a bit of a douche to them. I keep trying to make plans with them, and they have team functions, but something always comes up and I can never go. It saddens me. And then, this girl I work with, and I consider a really close friend, keeps inviting me out, but I always have to be somewhere else. She think’s it’s just excuses, and I wish it were: At least then I would feel like I was letting her down all the time. .sigh.
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My phone is getting slower and slower by the day, So I think I’m about to pull a ![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
deadcherries on it and Backup, Wipe, Reload, Update. Hopefully that will fix it.
Almost have a laptop up and running for my children. My (ex)Wife had left it on, overnight, in the shower with one of those wonderful overheating fans that came on the Dell’s awhile back. It actually charred the interior of the laptop. I took out the motherboard, detached all the salvageable pieces, went into the garage and repaired it. That was a blast. It seems to work fine…. everything except the WiFi card, that is. No biggie on that though. I’m just going to load some toddler and 1st grade games on there for them. Luciene said that he can’t wait to use it. Amaris wanted a cookie. 
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Damnit. Phone went into 1x again. Cannot WAIT until I am no longer traveling out to Queen Creek to watch the kiddos. The countdown is on! (Sorry about the slow responses, honey)
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Other than the afore mentioned, life is good. Getting in contact with lost friends and relatives; making money to move and get furniture with my kiddos; (slowly) progressing to making my SO happy; not fighting with the (ex)Wife anymore; noticing my (proficient) use of parenthesis; setting up meetings with my friends; and looking forward to the next step in my life:
School.
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Yep, I said it: School. I am intending to go back to school. I haven’t made a full-set gameplan yet, but the idea is to eventually get my Master’s in Library Sciences. No – not liberal sciences. Library Sciences. Look it up. Jeesh.
So, to get a start, I’m probably going to be doing general studies; but I was wondering if I should just hit up some programming classes on the side to make some quick money? A quick class in advanced .php scripting wouldn’t kill me, and Gods-willing, I may actually be able to make some money doing it. Thoughts? Ideas? Donations? .grin. Ok, just thoughts and ideas for now….
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Alrighty then, I guess that’s that in the world of Dismal Moron. If I have time later on, I’ll be updating some information in the wiki portion of my site. When I do, I will, indubitably, post an entry regarding what was changed.
Peace!
Yesterday, Leo came over. We started work on the website, howtobrowse.com. It’s all about how to browse and utilize the internet. We brainstormed catagories, first articles, site layout, design, and made the google adsense bar work correctly. I still have some basic formatting to do on the left sidebar, and the logo needs to be designed and implemented. Aside from those things, it is ready to go with posts.
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Let me start off by saying that last night went exceptionally well at work. I made up for all the sales I missed and hit my goal! Anything I hit from here on out is bonus! Woot!
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Next thing on the agenda…. I am broke. Thanks to a certain check that was written and forgotten about by a certain someone, I was almost prosecuted for fraud. HOLY SHIT! Thankfully, everything was taken care of, draining my bank account to zero. Thank god for the woman in my life, she really knows how to make things better in that way.
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Now, for the other end: I am sexually frustrated to the point where anyone with a hole and a pulse is an options.. Wait.. No Pulse is fine, too. PULSE OPTIONAL! Jeesus Christ, Buddah, Allah, Dagda, Ganesh, and any other gods out there willing to listen: I NEED SEX!
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Not that anyone out there listening wanted to know that, but Hey – It’s my damned blog, right?
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Due to the… ahem.. unusual amounts of …. tension.. I have been getting a bit more on the non-lucid side of my brains talents. Things I’ve learned over the past week:
1.) My son is not in school yet, no matter how many of his ‘friends’ I see.
2.) My (ex)Wife is not an undead zombie out to eat my brains (that one was fun for a quick minute)
3.) Amaris has not had Chicken Pox yet
4.) Killashandra is not pregnant. (Yet)<-It’s locked, so you have to be her friend to read it, dummy. 
Anyways, that’s a quick update for now on the hallucinations. The other one’s I’ve left out weren’t nearly as interesting, just the usuals: Dinosaurs, Dead things, Imaginary People, etc…
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I still want my cookies!!!! I’m counting down, Bfuldisaster. I will come out to get them from you if I have them not by October. Muhahahaha! Oh Yes, I will hit up the East Coast, and raid every house, one by one, until I find you, and then I will procede to pin you down and tap your forehead at a rate of one *thunk* per *thunk* second *thunk* until *thunk* you *thunk* tell *thunk* me *thunk* where *thunk* the *thunk* cookies *thunk* are! *thunk*
(Or I’ll just email you and ask )
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My son cuddled with me today, and so did my daughter. In my mind, it was a very good day. I will be headed back in to Kayla’s after the kids go to bed, and mebbe play with the kitteh.
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Anyways, That will be all for now. Exit Stage Left.
Well, it’s been five days since my last post. That sucks. I’m not supposed to blog from work, and The Think Tank is down. I need to pay the bills today, pickup my kiddos from daycare, and I have to go to work tonight. I soooooo don’t want to go to work tonight.
I acutally slept last night, with no drinking beforehand. I completely regret that. I hate these fucking dreams. Five more months to go, and I can go get help from a shrink. Can’t wait to get properly medicated – hallucinations are taking over everything else, and I can’t even get relief when I’m sleeping. It’s a bit much.
Speaking of which, I spoke with my (biological) sister the other day. She says she’s doing well, although there are two sides to every story. I’m just going to go with her side today. She divorced her husband, Rommel, and moved to Mass. with the guy she fell in love with. She was also diagnosed with Schizophrenia, and is on about seven medications for it now. They’ve got a support group out there, and she goes to it all the time.
It was difficult to have a conversation with her, because you could tell she was easily distracted. Sometimes her words would come out quick and harsh, when we were just talking, and othertimes you could barely hear or understand her. I know that’s the way the medications work. They try to slowdown, or althogether stop certain brainfunctions, and because of that, it inhibits communications and your ability to process things. … … She’s 50 years old. Holy crap. I’m only 24. That a difference of 26 years – Can you imagine that? Being 26 when your “little brother” was born.. Phew. That would be a lot to take.
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We have a kitteh now. She still has no name. She won’t tell me, and I don’t know why. She listens to me, tells me when she needs things, but refuses to share her name. I’ve never had an animal (domesticated canines excluded) that won’t share it’s true name with me. I don’t want to make up a name, as I’ve never felt that a nice thing to do, but the kitteh seems to want us to, so I guess we shall.
She sleeps in the Guinea Pig Cage, on the hammock almost all day, and rarely goes after the piggies anymore. It’s an amusing picture, though; and the cages stink a little. Makes me curious as to why she likes it there so much. … .. .. It must just be a really comfy hammock.
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Sales has been coming up at work lately. Phedrespaz can attest to that one. Made 115% bonus for two periods in a row, looking like it might be three here pretty soon. My boss keeps nagging me to perform better because he think’s I’d be great management material. I told him that I’d rather stuff my head in a box and light it on fire than become an inbound/outbound call center manager. We went over my options, and discussed different carrer paths. I’d really like fraud, Advanced Technical Support, or Hosting Operations Center; so we’re working on geting my certifications for those positions.
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Kayla and I were really sick for the past few days. Yuck. It was miserable, couldn’t keep anything down, and she was expelling fluids like Niagara *freaking* Falls. Thank the Gods we’re over that. It was no fun. No fun, No fun, No fun…
She received this nifty game console thingy from BzzAgent. It’s alright. Not super, but passes for entertainment most of the time.
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Ivy (Sara) went on an interview and was hired same day last week. She starts this Thursday, which puts a slight wrench in my schedule, but is good because she will be getting the back bills paid off. This will also let me save a bit more money for the move. Finally, things are coming together.Sucks for her though, because now she’s the one working 80 hour weeks. At least, for her, it will only be short-term.
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Luciene has been having dreams that Kayla and I were in a Car Accident. He says it’s a bad dream, and it keeps happening. Last night, before I left, Luciene told me not to go, because it was going to blow up. When I asked him what was going to blow up, he said that it was work, that work was going to blow up.
I’ve been having the same dreams lately, which is why I’ve ben drinking myself to sleep. Not restful sleep, but sleep, nonetheless. I hope he’s not plagued wih the same stuff I am. If he is, at least I can identify it now and get him help early on.
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Anyways, that’s my rant for the day. Will try to post more laters.