So I haven't written on here in a while; I've picked up most of my daily ranting and raving and moved it to Facebook (where this also feeds to). Unfortunately, that means those of you whom I don't know personally aren't getting to interact with me (unfortunately for me...god knows what you are thinking).
So lets see where I left off (In no particular order)
I went back to school, yes....again. This time it's fully-online and full-time in the evenings. I'm going for my MBA and as of Wednesday night, I will be 1/4th of the way through the program. It's going fast. I take 1 class at a time for 5.5 weeks, then the next day start a new class. Doesn't leave time for much of anything else.
I started laser hair removal on my neck. I got sick of getting heinous razor burn every time I decided to shave...and really do not look good with a full beard. BTW, if you are thinking of doing it, apparently the neck is the second worse place to get it...the first being inside the nostrils. Hurts like a M*ther F*cker.
I sold Reba. Yes, she served me well, but ultimately I wanted to get something a bit more me (and a bit more flashy). So I got myself a loaded up Altima (still without a name). He/She looks like this:(Any thoughts on a name?)
Charlie is doing well. Keeps me on my toes...Though, he's been on his toes a lot this last week...
So we got hit with Snowmageddon last week and got about 2.5 feet of snow dropped on us over the course of a week. Now it's snowing again. Well, this snow has managed to collect on the roof and is causing an ice dam which is leaking into the: Master Bedroom, Spare Bedroom, and Living Room. Fun, huh? Disaster recovery folks were here tonight and will be back later to rip some walls out, let them dry, and then put up new walls. Yeah, I am SO not looking forward to that.
I went to B&K's nuptuals in July and November (I love them dearly, but don't ask).
Work has (been great / sucked ass), depending on the week. I had a project that I worked very hard on, make it all the way to the CEO and Board of Directors, but I have a feeling my bosses are going to put their name all over it.
I got my wisdom teeth removed last summer. Yeah. That's right up there with water-boarding and wearing a chastity belt.
Yeah. Um..so that was totally random...but I think it gets you caught up. ;-)
I can't believe how bad Snowmageddon was. I wasn't there, but both parents of mine were in DC for some reason or another and were stranded. I uh, wanted to be your Facebook friend but I wasn't sure which Scott Patrick you were.
So I'm lying here on the couch, staring out the back window/door into the beautiful winter scene which is laid out on my back yard and the woods beyond. White and clean (not that the two are mutually exclusive), and yet I'm not thinking of the beauty of the snow...I'm imagining my car flipping 3 times end-over-end again as I hit an icy patch in the road.
Can't happen, you say? Well, it did. About 11 years, 11 months, and 11 days ago (don't make me count the days, because I know that's not right, but just go along with me). I was driving home from an LGBA meeting at school (that's the 'mo group on campus) and had just dropped off 3 militant dykes at their dorm (at 20-something they aren't bulldykes yet...). One had just commented on how much she loved my car, little Pedro the brand-new Neon (yep..."Hi!"). I said thank you and went on my way down the back roads between campus and mom's house.
I was listening to some Tori and getting a bit nervous about the ice when suddenly I hit a patch and skidded off the road. I tried to pull it back on and almost managed to when the tire hit the edge of the road and decided, "now's a good time to explode." This caused my car to take a nose dive into the ditch after which it proceeded to roll like a weasel ball into the marsh (wetlands for the Politically Correct).
I don't remember actually rolling. I've been told that this is a self-defense mechanism of the brain; that in times of great stress, it decides to change the channel for a bit. I remember the CD starting back up (it had started skipping when the car rolled) with a lyric from Mr. Zebra that sang brightly, "...Too bad the burial was premature she said and smiled." I turned off the car, which had dutifully popped out of gear mid-roll, and got out of the car.
Here's the scary part for me; when I was young, around 12, I started having nightmares. Well one nightmare. I was always alone in a snowy field and calling for help. There was a road beside me and a street light above me and I was scared and alone. That dream always left me feeling cold and totally freaked. So when I got out of the car this chilly January evening...I was right there living that dream. At the time, I didn't quite understand what was going on and didn't relate the dream to this situation. I was too scared to put those pieces together yet, but figured it out a few days later.
Anyway, the nightmare stopped, I guess it was premature or was it premonition? And no, I can't listen to that song anymore.
So now I stare out and look at that lovely snow the way that a child may stare at a shark at the aquarium and thank whoever will listen that there is a thick piece of glass separating us.
So a lot has been going on the past week. After returning from the wedding I have been going non-stop. Monday night I did the week's grocery shopping (usually my Sunday afternoon thing, but was out of town), Tuesday was my usual shopping evening (I bought some books mostly...be looking for them on my Good Reads update as I finish them), Wednesday chilled, Thursday went and saw my first regular season NFL football game, Friday went to my best friend's for dinner, and last night went to a dear friend's for her birthday, and today I did the grocery shopping, cleaned house and made dinner (Ok, I didn't make it...I rocked it. Yeah, that's right.)
I've been fighting off serious headaches for the past couple of days and have had a general feeling of malaise. It could be all the activity of the past couple of weeks, or the seasons changing, or PMS, or all of the above. It could just be that time of year that always gets me down...because a lot of sad memories for me are from things that took place around this time of year. I just feel like doo doo.
Anywho, just wanted to let y'all know what I've been up to. I'll check back with you later (whoever some of you are). Oh and don't worry about me; I'm just venting.
So one of my best friends' dog died this morning. I was at loss for what to do, so I looked online to check out the eCards for a simple greeting. One even had ones for loss of a pet, so I looked at the cards and there was one that was really nicely worded and drawn. I thought "ok, let's do this one." Then it played this interestingly sad church music.
I thought, "no...not right." So I looked down and noticed that it had options for different songs:
First option: jaunty little walk in the park -- Not appropriate.
Second option: jaunty day at the beach with dog barking -- Nope, not appropriate.
Third option: jaunty version of "How much is that doggie in the window?" -- What the fuck?!?
Fourth option: jaunty version of "Where has my little dog gone?" -- You have got to be FUCKING JOKING ME!?!?
Ok, there are some SICK FUCKS at a place that rhymes with Poo Mountain. I mean SERIOUSLY?!? Seriously.
Trust me, the irony is not lost on me. I send out ironic cards for birthdays, engagements, bar mitzvahs, Christmas, and others.
I'm quite sure (at a place that rhymes with Ballmark) they couldn't do any better. Spent the better part of a week on the phone with their customer "service" and they can't even pronounce the word "carD".
So yesterday we decided to go for a bike ride around North Park. It's about a 45 minute ride with a couple of good hills, so I thought it would be a good cardio workout on such a lovely day. Little did I know that it would cause me a great deal of pain.
Now, it wasn't the bike ride itself that caused the pain...it was getting the bikes in and out of the back of the vehicle we took them to the park in. I was yanking the entangled bikes out of the back and I felt one of those little "uh oh" snaps. Not a pain per se, but anyone over 30 probably knows that feeling. It's that "oh boy, this is going to hurt in a day or two" indicator. Sure enough, last night I started to get this knot in my back right between my shoulder blade and my spine.
Today, I can't find a single comfortable position...even with prescription muscle relaxer and prescription analgesic pad on my back. Yeah, this sucks.
Unrelated, we saw this little guy at the Animal Rescue League. Please, someone in Pittsburgh take him home. The thought of the little fella being dropped off after 3 years and left for the unknown is tearing me up! I'm not in a position right now to take in a dog, but I can't believe someone would do that. His name is Tigger and he's soooo cuddly. He's about 2 times the size of a pomeranian and has the cutest little black nose and big sad eyes.
I would love to not work so I could stay at home and care for a ton of puppies, but I can't right now. Anyone wanna support the Scottie House Doggie Shelter? I'll start accepting donations.
Hmm...do you have a cat? I wonder how your cat would feel if you started Scottie House? You could rescue cats, too, but then you don't want to be like the cat lady with 300 cats..
I never have that problem! Never! I sleep like a log! I never have to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I go in the morning. Every morning, like clockwork, at 7am - I pee. Unfortunately I don't wake up 'till 8.
Jean likes girls instead of boys - some people prefer cats instead of dogs. I'd rather live with a lesbian than a cat.
Well, forgive me. But my arthritis is playing me up. My social security check was late. And I realized today I haven't showered with a man in twenty-two years!
I wasn't asleep. I was just resting my eyes so you'd leave me alone. I used to do that with your father. It only worked about half of the time. Asleep, awake - didn't matter to him!
Dorothy, where I come from you learn never to turn your back on family! NEVER! When your crazy cousin Nunzio started living with his pet goat, did the family turn their back on him? No. And after a couple of nights neither did the goat.
First of all, I have to admit, I listen to my iPod at an ear-shattering volume; I like my music LOUD.
Secondly, I like my music like I like my friends: Diverse. Hell, my music is my friend. There're my best friends, Tori, Cyndi, the Dixie Chicks, and the Beatles. Then there are the friends I call for when I'm in a certain mood, whether it be to Party, Sulk, Scream, Dance, Cry, or Wallow in Nostalgia.
So it's not uncommon for me to get giggles and looks from people on the bus as they hear the wide array of tunes screaming out from behind my earbuds. Today, I get on the elevator with a coworker, who I am not close to. Now, all of my coworkers know I'm gay, so it's not unreasonable to think they are going to have some preconceived notions as to what the gay boy listens to..you know, some Abba, Madonna, Culture Club, Cher or the like(I'm not saying those buddies aren't on my iPod, because they are).
I used to get a little miffed, however, when people don't think I listen to other stuff. Now I just revel in their confusion. So this girl, let's call her Dumb Blonde, looks at me quite peculiarly as she sees my head gently bobbing to "Free Bird," which I know was loud enough for people 3 floors away to hear. Ok, I'm a southern boy, and Skynard, like sweet tea and fried chicken, is a guilty pleasure for me.
I caught dumb blonde staring with a strange grin out of the corner of my eye and so I turned it up, smiled, and said "have a good day" as I stepped off of the elevator at my floor. I just know she's gonna tell the boys upstairs about that crazy guy downstairs.
I read that study...what bothers me about it is the fact that I can't get a portable brain scanner! I do seem to be lacking a great deal of fabulousity - maybe i'll check it again after lunch
So there was just a commercial on for some debit card or something where these people are at a theater. They are purchasing tickets and the movie is supposed to start at 9. They look up at a clock that says 8:59, and then everyone frantically runs through the place trying to get their 10$ hotdogs and 20$ snowcaps. Then as the clock hits 9, they are flying into the theater doors.
Ok, so I'd like to know in what land of make-believe does a movie start on time? You KNOW there's going to be 4 commercials (including one for the marines), 5 previews, and some cutesy skit about turning off your cell phone.
The flight to Cincinnati was fairly uneventful. I sat behind Mr. Clean (aka the Whiner), who decided to bitch about everything "Oh, nice of Delta to clean their seats between flights," "There's too much turbulence," "I don't like your beverage selection," and so on. I looked at the guy next to me and rolled my eyes, who laughed knowingly. Little did I know at the time that they were co-workers on a business trip together. Oops!
So Cincinnati was a fun airport. I had to go from one end of the airport to the other over the course of a 40 minute lay-over. I stopped at chic-fil-a on the way there only to find that my departure gate had been moved....back to the gate beside the one that I started off at. Yeah, I got my exercise.
Now I'm on the second leg of my flight and managed to luck out by having an empty seat beside me. I'm very thankful for that, because the video screen in front of my seat doesn't work, so I'm using the one next to me.
I passed over Santa Fe (The Gay Saint, in the words of Harvey Fierstien) at the beginning of this posting and am now directly over Albuquerque -- according to the iXplor in-flight information system. I'll be passing Sedona soon, so I'll be sure to wave when I get there.
PS: Here's a random Nom that I found on the beach...NOM NOM NOM!
Just some more random stuff to make spice up your beautiful Sunday morning...
Note: Never have mom, auntie, and I in a group chat about household items...the claws come out:
Scott Patrick: get a dishwasher Auntie: yesssssss no more dish pan hands when i visit Scott Patrick: auntie, those aren't dishpan hands..those are just wrinkles Mom: lol Auntie: although i do still do wash by hand. shut up kid. Mom: your father is watching redneck weddings on cnt!!!!!!!!!!!! Scott Patrick: ooh.. mullets and fire-hall ... lovely Auntie: yeah, we know your mom doesn't have any dishes either Scott Patrick: do you drink your booze from a red dixie cup too? Auntie: hey Mom: only you, sweetheart Auntie: leave your mom alone she can't help it Scott Patrick: i know. Mom: remember you're soooo like me, son!!! Auntie: there is that Scott Patrick: except in that respect Mom: lol Scott Patrick: and i don't know where i got my sensitive palate from Mom: your whatttttt Scott Patrick: were you cheating on dad with some wealthy doctor? Mom: brat Scott Patrick: oooh i had this great martini last night Auntie: you do like your drinks Scott Patrick: mmm hmm Mom: thats for sure Auntie: you are like your mom Mom: don't know where he gets that Scott Patrick: are you calling mom a lush? Auntie: yep
Apparently the sign above awoke the Cattermonster, who was none too happy about the reference to catibalism.
February: This is the month that I bought my first lemon. I shoulda known form the start what a mess that would be.
March: March found me watching the latest season of Idol and turning Twenty-Ten. I really shouldn't have started this, 'cuz now I'm reminded of he who shall not be named.
April: Way busy month! My car was in and out of the shop a few times, Ho's baby went to the hospital, some Mexicans refloored the entire house, and I talked about hoo-hoos and whackies.
May: I made my first trip to the south west. I got to see: Mexico, Tombstone, Tucson, Phoenix, Scottsdale, Montezuma's Castle, and Sedona. Also, my favorite uncle in the whole world passed away after a long illness(what's with everyone dying?).
June: I started the month in Hotlanta, and spent most of the rest whining, singing, and quoting.
July: Who could forget "Uncle Cock", "Winky-Winky Bum-Bum Poo...", Some cooking, and the demise of my Lemon and the birth of Reba.
August: I became a prolific editorialist with August. I wrote a ton of shit, some even about shit. I even got weepy over a weave.
September: I got an award, tried to be Ann Landers, dealt with bus-drama, and gosh, those kids say the darnedest things.
October: Boring month, aside from a weekend trip to Cana-duh and to see my girl, Tori(yes, she's MY girl. STFU!)
November: Random work-shit...nothing exciting.
December: One word: Cookies! Oh yeah, and funnies.. that was December, except I ended it on a good note with a slight makeover on the site. Fun!
Much more productive year than last, but it really does make me feel older. You know? Almost 20 ;-)
Lots going on this time of year, so I just figured I'd have some random thoughts:
I love the holidays and all of the cookies and booze good cheer -- on the other hand, the cookies make me fat and the booze good cheer is neccessary to deal with the family situation
I love gifts! -- I don't love the thoughtless gifts that some people give...come on folks, who needs another f'ing Christmas mug?!?!
I love being at home and having a relaxing reflective time -- I hate the fact that this is the time of the year that I think most about my grandma and really feel depressed(she was my best friend in high school)
I love sending Christmas cards that have the shock and awe effect(this year was my personal best, IMHO) -- However, I still like giving cards to the family that have some warm, cheery message
I love snuggling up by the Christmas Tree -- Keeping the cats out from under it is no small feet feat!
I love that the cold forces people to spend more time doing the nasty snuggling
Yeah, so like, I don't understand why men have to have hormone cycles too. It's just not fair.
It's bad enough that we have to be the bread-winners, open the doors for people, be the first to propose :ahem:stan:ahem: , always open the door first, and worry about the position of the toilet seat.
It's all just too much for me. I'm going to go eat chocolate and lounge in my pj's.
P.S. Congrats to one of the cutest couples I know. :)
I'm starting to suspect that PMS is kinda like being "pre-flight". If you think about it, your plane is pretty much perpetually "pre flight" until it actually takes off.
Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm not doing what I should be doing. Something is just not right. Maybe it was something I ate. Or Maybe it's just the Sunday-Night Blues coming in swiftly.
Work has been kicking my butt lately and I just can't seem to say "stop" loud enough. They want me to take on more advanced work and more training, which is fantastic, but I am not able to drop the stuff that is taking up most of my time...manual work. We don't have a system in place that could take most of this manual work from me, but they keep saying it's something they want to get soon. Not soon enough, I say. I'd like to stick around and see this through, but it's getting increasingly difficult.
I think I'm just going to have to throttle back and ride things out a bit until I can get enough time in that I will be more marketable.
I got an email on Saturday looking for an HR Generalist/Organizational Development Specialist. It sounds fun, but it also sounds underpaid. So, like I said, I have to ride things out for a while (and not the fun kind of riding).
Oh, and then I was told by one of my coworkers that one of the trainees we had last weekend said that I was "cocky...but, like...you know... In a good way." What the fuck does that mean?
(Any thoughts on a name?)
"it's a good thing daddy got me this retarded-looking hoodie..."
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Few can pull off a blue camo snuggie like that there little pile of adorable
I can't believe how bad Snowmageddon was. I wasn't there, but both parents of mine were in DC for some reason or another and were stranded. I uh, wanted to be your Facebook friend but I wasn't sure which Scott Patrick you were.
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