My first Halloween
This will be my first Halloween as a parental unit. (well, as a sort of parental unit)
I must say that I'm pretty excited about it. Easter was cool, I picked out Spiderman baskets and played Easter bunny that night, hiding eggs and the like. I'm thinking that Halloween will be even better. Seeing the kiddo's all dressed up, cruising from house to house, snagging all the candy they (and Ace and I) can possibly eat. Fun stuff for sure.
I'll let you all know how it goes.
The rock and the windshield
Ok... yesterday I'm driving home from work. I'm rounding the bend... almost home. WHAM! A huge freaking rock, probably the size of my fist smacks my windshield, right in front of my face. I hit the brakes and look to the right (where it came from) and two kids haul ass up the hill back to the parking lot of the apartment complex.
Oh bastards, you're in for it. I whip around just in time to find momma coming out of her apartment. I walk up to her... she no habla english. Fuck.
Good thing the youngest kid she has in tow does. "Um, lady, your kid just hit my car with a rock"
The smallest boy tells her what I just said. She says something, and Tiny Taco runs up to the apartment and down comes Uncle. I talk to him for a second, he goes and whips the kids' butts, then asks to look at my car.
No cracks... thank gawd. Then Uncle asks if there's anything more he needs to do. Nah, I'm satisfied. No harm, no foul. Unless of course you ask the boys' butts.
I'll bet they don't throw any more rocks at passing cars.
Oktoberfest Pt. 2
Mmmm.... Oktoberfest food.
I've discovered a new favorite food of mine. Ingredients are:
1. Sub sandwich bun
2. Grilled italian sausage
3. Sauted peppers and onions (in canola oil)
4. Marinara sauce
(and for good measure)
5. Black olives
6. Parmesan cheese
Pile it all together, and grab a fork. This bad boy is too large to hold in your hand. It's fantastic.
Styrofoam hell
Saturday afternoon Ace's boys were over. He and I both happened to fall asleep while watching tv, and the kiddos were playing in their bedroom. I wake up to the glorious sound of 'GODDAMMM ITTTT!!!!!
I jump up, and go over to Ace. The youngest had ripped open his Sonic toy he had gotten from the fair a few weeks earlier, and the bedroom was COVERED in a few million little specs of styrofoam.
oh my gawd
The pieces were everywhere. On the bed, under the bed. On the couch, under the couch. Stuck to the tv, under the tv. In the bathroom, in the sink, in the tub, behind (and inside) the toilet. I've never seen such a mess. So out comes the vacuum.
4 empties, and more than an hour later, we're done. Sort of. It's amazing where we're still finding styrofoam. Like inside the kitchen cabinets. And in the cat litter box. And in my freakin bed!
Oh... and I think one of the stuffed animals ended up in the toilet also, but I'm not positive. He's being washed today just in case.
Just so you know
I stepped outside to find someone while he was on a smoke break. It's freakin cold people! The goddang wind has shifted, and BRRR!
Last night while at Oktoberfest the storm front rolled through and now it's downright chilly. I guess I should expect it, I mean hell, it's Mid-October.
Gone are the days of 75 lovely degrees.
Oktoberfest
Tonight is the official kickoff for Oktoberfest. Well, at least for companies that sponsor the event.
Luckily, I happen to have a vendor who is a sponsor. They're schmoozing us by offering up free tickets. Ace and I are headed there tonight after work.
Oh, not only do we get to have free entrance tickets, but free beer tickets as well. I'd like to have all the food I can eat also, but that's just being greedy I suppose. I plan on cruising out of work at a decent hour, going to the west bank of the riverparks, and getting my drunk on. Then I'll drag my hungover heiney into work tomorrow and suffer all the day long.
I can't freakin wait!!!
For my darlin
Here's the Friday night story:
So Ace and I go out with friends Friday night after work. We're out pretty late and pull into the apartments around 2.
We get out, and some dude is walking up to my car. He comes right up to Ace and stops. Ace turns, says 'hey', and the guy hauls balls across the street. Weird, huh?
So this gets Ace and I to thinking. We've never seen this guy before, it's 2 AM, and why did he run? We call the cops. (everyone local I'm sure has heard of the serial rapist, we thought it might be him)
Anyhow, cops swarm the place in 5 minutes. I give them a description of the guy, and I might add it was an awesome description. About 20 minutes later the dispatcher calls from the police department and tells me they have arrested the guy.
Ace and I were glued to the tv when the news came on to see if we helped catch some REALLY bad guy, but nothing as of yet.
The latest:
Nothing has really changed for me over the last few days. I'm still not sleeping that great because I'm listening for the phone, dreading 'that call'.
Grandpa went to the neurologist yesterday. I'm not so sure why, because nobody will treat him for anything. (and rightly so) Why run expensive tests, do the poking and prodding, and run him all over town if it won't help? Leave him alone and let him rest.
Dad bought a new car last night. A 2006 baby blue mustang convertable. I got to drive it... it's fuggin sweet.
Today's payday... which is cool. I'm excited about that.
Right now I'm pretty hungry.... I should eat, but I'll wait until lunch.
Ok... that's my latest. Have a good day folks.
Not so bad
After re-reading my blog I realized how depressed it sounded. I guess I just see my blog as a way to vent, and once I get started it's hard to stop.
But seriously everything's just fine. Grandpa's sick, but he's old. He isn't expected to go out and run a marathon.
My apartment is finally like I want. The bugs are all but gone, everything's arranged neatly, and I'm comfortable there.
Ace and I get along very well. We were both very weary at first about moving together, but I must say I'm pleasantly surprised.
The car's good. No major mechanical problems, which is nice because I still owe a shit load of money on it.
Pets are great. Healthy, cuddly, and playful. Except that they like to wake me up. I could do without that.
I'm fine, I'd love to have a facial or massage... something indulgent and girly like that.
Boys are funny, rowdy, and cute. They get cooler and cooler every day.
Ok... guess that's it.
My weekend
Friday when I left work I was actually in the mood to go out all night. It doesn't happen very often, especially after a long week at work. I'm more of a Saturday night out type of girl.
Anyhow, on with the story. I go with Ace to happy hour and he and his buddy and I go home to get cleaned up to go clubbing with some more of his coworkers. I get all spiffy, and we head out the door. Before I even get to the car my dad calls. Grandpa's bad, Grandma called an ambulance and he's on his way to the hospital. My Dad's on his way, and said he'd call me if he thought it was bad (i.e. death's door) and I needed to get there. I told him if not, I'd go first thing Saturday morning.
Dad never called, so I got up with Ace around 8 and went to the hospital.
Grandpa had a stroke or two (or 3 or 4, nobody knows), too many seizures to count, and also possibly a heart attack. My Dad signed the DNR (grandma just couldn't do it) and held grandpa down because the tremors were so bad. He had to be given a lot of morphene to keep him still.
I sat with my grandma until around noon when my dad came back. I took her home to get cleaned up and get some food, then I went back. He and I stayed until she returned.
I went home and went to bed.
Sunday I spent the day cleaning house, doing laundry, and hanging out with the boys. Pretty much just trying to keep my mind off of things.
Company basketball team
Last night was our company's first basketball game.
It all started about 8 months ago. A guy from work had a basketball goal. He lives way out in the boonies, and has no pavement. Because of that, he brought the goal to work and put it in the back loading dock.
Every day at lunch and on breaks the boys are out there hooping it up. It's pretty fun for us all to watch, and gives everyone a nice touch of exercise and stress relief in the middle of the afternoon.
Anyhow, they got the bright idea to join a men's league, and last night was the first game. It was pretty sad.
See, our boys don't have a court to play on. They play less than a half-court, on concrete. There is no referee, no markings for out of bounds. Everyone gets out there, plays a quick round of HORSE to decide teams, and gets going.
Last night was foul city. The other team whooped up on them really badly, and we lost 71-35.
Oh well.... they did look cute in their jerseys though. Some even had matching shoes.
Manders Grandpa
I found out my Grandpa has congestive heart failure. He's my dad's dad, and one of the greatest guys that ever was.
He and my grandmother have been married for 63 years, which is a record at their doctor's office. The doctor said he'll do whatever he could to get them to #64.
I went over there Saturday for a visit. My grandmother told me how they met.
Grandpa had some geese for sale, and sold 3 of them to my Great-Grandmother. After about a week one died. My great-grandmother was making dinner, so she sent my grandma to go find my grandpa and take back the dead goose for a live one.
She did, and thought my grandpa was the ugliest boy she had ever seen. He was short, had a big head, and was covered in freckles.
Anyhow, he didn't have any more geese. He had spent the money so he couldn't return that. Instead he did small chores for my great-grandmother to repay the $2.00 she spent for a dead goose.
After being there for a few days, he and my grandma became friends. And the rest, as they say, is history. 5 kids and countless grandkids and greatgrandkids have come, all from a dead goose.
Oh, and grandpa said many years later that he did have another goose, but opted to work back the money to get closer to grandma.
We've all been calling and checking in with Grandma since Friday. Making sure they have groceries in the house and that grandpa's ok. He's a hard headed ol fart, and might be too much for ol granny to handle.
I love him so very very much, and the world will be worse off when he's gone. They just don't make Grandpa's like they used to.
