I would love to give ya'll an update on what's been going on in my life lately, but currently, I'm too drained to try to be vague. And if I'm too specific, well then, it will be easier for you to figure out my superhero identity, and we can't have that happening, can we?
Suffice to say that I will get back to regularly scheduled postings once pigs fly. Or at least when their diseases have flow from our area.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
The inevitable end
Death seems to be a theme this week. Two of the folks I read on a regular basis, Dave and Mox lost folks they work with. Folks that were much too young to go to the great beyond.
I was listening to This American Life yesterday, and there was a whole story about a woman who was trying to reconcile the loss of a friend to cancer.
My boss's father passed away early Monday morning. It was expected, but still hard on the family.
And the Captain lost a cousin to colon cancer last week.
Fiesta ain't feeling so joyful this year.
I was listening to This American Life yesterday, and there was a whole story about a woman who was trying to reconcile the loss of a friend to cancer.
My boss's father passed away early Monday morning. It was expected, but still hard on the family.
And the Captain lost a cousin to colon cancer last week.
Fiesta ain't feeling so joyful this year.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
What do you say?
My best friend, the Captain, has had one hell of a month.
A few weeks ago, he had an overnight in Austin and as is the case whenever he has 24 hours off, he went out with part of his crew. Around 2 AM, he and the first officer were walking back to their hotel from 6th Street when a car came out of nowhere, hit the Captain, knocking him unconscious. Adding insult to injury (and injury to injury), three guys get out of the car and start beating the living shit out of his unconscious body.
The FO, a short distance back, fought off two of the men, getting injured himself. He didn't have a description of the men, the car, or anything, which still sounds a bit fishy to me, but I wasn't there.
The Captain woke up in the ER a few hours later with a fractured skull, a dislocated shoulder, and a couple of hellacious black eyes. The wonderful docs in the ER (do no harm) loaded him up with morphine, got him to sign his credit card receipt, and loaded him in a cab back to his hotel.
Upon returning home to Indy, he had to deal with all of the workman's comp issues, and not being able to return to work for a couple of weeks. In the interim, he came across a text message from his live in girlfriend (I decided not to chastise him for looking through her phone) bitching about having to take care of him and not being able to go on a cruise they had planned later this month (they just returned from a week in Hawaii last month). This led to a fight, which led to her deciding to move out.
The next day, he found out that a cousin, who had colon cancer, had passed away.
The Captain and I talk a lot anyway, but I've been on the phone with him several times over the past few days, just to make sure that he's staying sane. Today was especially hard because it was the day his girlfriend moved her stuff out of his house.
It's enough to drive a guy to drink. Since he's got next week off (it was the week they were supposed to go on the cruise), I'm trying to convince him to come to San Antonio and drink with me during Fiesta.
A few weeks ago, he had an overnight in Austin and as is the case whenever he has 24 hours off, he went out with part of his crew. Around 2 AM, he and the first officer were walking back to their hotel from 6th Street when a car came out of nowhere, hit the Captain, knocking him unconscious. Adding insult to injury (and injury to injury), three guys get out of the car and start beating the living shit out of his unconscious body.
The FO, a short distance back, fought off two of the men, getting injured himself. He didn't have a description of the men, the car, or anything, which still sounds a bit fishy to me, but I wasn't there.
The Captain woke up in the ER a few hours later with a fractured skull, a dislocated shoulder, and a couple of hellacious black eyes. The wonderful docs in the ER (do no harm) loaded him up with morphine, got him to sign his credit card receipt, and loaded him in a cab back to his hotel.
Upon returning home to Indy, he had to deal with all of the workman's comp issues, and not being able to return to work for a couple of weeks. In the interim, he came across a text message from his live in girlfriend (I decided not to chastise him for looking through her phone) bitching about having to take care of him and not being able to go on a cruise they had planned later this month (they just returned from a week in Hawaii last month). This led to a fight, which led to her deciding to move out.
The next day, he found out that a cousin, who had colon cancer, had passed away.
The Captain and I talk a lot anyway, but I've been on the phone with him several times over the past few days, just to make sure that he's staying sane. Today was especially hard because it was the day his girlfriend moved her stuff out of his house.
It's enough to drive a guy to drink. Since he's got next week off (it was the week they were supposed to go on the cruise), I'm trying to convince him to come to San Antonio and drink with me during Fiesta.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
A slippery slope
Juice is reading my text messages.
Not that there's anything incriminating in my text messages, mind you, but it's the principle of the thing. And I have a very jealous, hormonal wife, who looks at everything in the worst possible light.
I had suspected that she was looking at my texts a couple of weeks ago, but I got confirmation late last week.
I had a couple of texts back and forth with my female boss early last week letting her know what I was doing for the day. She asked if I had talked to a certain teacher and I sent her a text back that said "No, I haven't heard from her thong"
The last word of that text caused quite a laugh, and a bit of embarrassment on my part. I had sent a text to the Captain a couple of weeks ago teasing him about his twentysomething girlfriend and I asked if he had taken to wearing her thong.
Enter this text message. Word prediction can be a really cool thing, or it can be a complete pain in the ass. I see it as the latter in this case.
So, anyway, I get done giving Peanut a bath that same night, and Juice has gone from happy to pissy. I figure maybe she saw that I had four texts from my female boss and I delete the two that talk about the thong.
Next morning, Juice comes in while I'm taking a shower, asking if she can get a number or two off my phone. While she's punching around, she makes a face, then says "what the hell was that about a thong?"
Now, I haven't said anything else to her about it but I did explain very politely what had happened. I'm just wondering how to approach this subject. I know she was reading my texts because she brought up the ones I had deleted, so it was no accident...she didn't just "stumble" across them like she claimed. But I also deleted them, which makes me look guilty. She just didn't look when she pretended to find it the next morning.
Things are better around our house now, but I'm still a little angry about it. It's probably better to just let it go, though, rather than starting another fight.
Not that there's anything incriminating in my text messages, mind you, but it's the principle of the thing. And I have a very jealous, hormonal wife, who looks at everything in the worst possible light.
I had suspected that she was looking at my texts a couple of weeks ago, but I got confirmation late last week.
I had a couple of texts back and forth with my female boss early last week letting her know what I was doing for the day. She asked if I had talked to a certain teacher and I sent her a text back that said "No, I haven't heard from her thong"
The last word of that text caused quite a laugh, and a bit of embarrassment on my part. I had sent a text to the Captain a couple of weeks ago teasing him about his twentysomething girlfriend and I asked if he had taken to wearing her thong.
Enter this text message. Word prediction can be a really cool thing, or it can be a complete pain in the ass. I see it as the latter in this case.
So, anyway, I get done giving Peanut a bath that same night, and Juice has gone from happy to pissy. I figure maybe she saw that I had four texts from my female boss and I delete the two that talk about the thong.
Next morning, Juice comes in while I'm taking a shower, asking if she can get a number or two off my phone. While she's punching around, she makes a face, then says "what the hell was that about a thong?"
Now, I haven't said anything else to her about it but I did explain very politely what had happened. I'm just wondering how to approach this subject. I know she was reading my texts because she brought up the ones I had deleted, so it was no accident...she didn't just "stumble" across them like she claimed. But I also deleted them, which makes me look guilty. She just didn't look when she pretended to find it the next morning.
Things are better around our house now, but I'm still a little angry about it. It's probably better to just let it go, though, rather than starting another fight.
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