The Post That Ate My Brain
Wow! I am buzzing! I just finished off an XXL Lo-carb Monster and whoo-E I am juiced. I'm going to be all over the place folks, so bear with me.
Our third session with the counselor was sucky. (The second one was not so bad, go figure.) Lots of anger and bitching. And according to Sunny, our marriage is dead. Not circling the drain or on life support, but dead. As in doornail. And we all know what happens when you try to revive something that's been dead. Think Pet Sem@tary or Evil De@d or any other zombie flick. I think he's just going through the motions. Look what a good husband I am. We tried. Whatever. I should probably get out now before something tries to eat my brain.
I used to have a phenomenal memory. Seriously. My teacher even gave me a special prize in second grade for memorizing and reciting in front of the class all the poems out of the reading text and some of those fuckers were 5 and 6 pages long. I guess when you're young you have brain cells to devote to shit like that but as you get older you have to remember phone numbers and pin numbers and passwords and all the other assorted crap life throws at you. And let's not forget about all the brain cells killed off in college drinkfests. Although my short term memory is still pretty good. I can ace a multiple guess test like no ones business. My college econ professor thought I was some sort of macro- and micro-econ wiz because I got amazing grades on all his tests but it was only because I read the text the night before and could remember the answers once I saw them. I know squat about economics now because it didn't make it into long term memory. Anyhoo, there is a point to all this. I still remember a poem I memorized when I was in grade school and it applies:
As a rule, man's a fool.
When it's hot, he wants it cool.
When it's cool, he wants it hot.
Always wanting what is not.
As a rule, man's a fool.
So there, that's what I feel about men right now, the one I'm married to in particular. Bite me, asshat.
Valentine's Day is bad enough when you are single and alone. Sheer torture when you are in a shitty marriage. Last year I got flowers for Valentine's Day, this year I greeted him with a kiss and the words dead fish come to mind. Didn't even acknowledge the day, which I suppose would be hypocritical since our marriage is dead. Still, suck it, A-hole.
I could do without any more snow. If this keeps up there won't be anywhere to put it. Our driveway is barely wide enough for a vehicle. And the banks are higher than our snowplow blade so it really sucks to try to plow. And we have to get our plow in for service because the bracket is bent all to hell and Sunny wedged a pin in there, but didn't go through all the holes and it is now bent inside the bracket and will never come out. Not without a cutting torch. So I arranged to have it picked up tomorrow and hopefully it will be back before the next snow. A little maintenance on shit would go a long way. But apparently he wants to live a maintenance-free life. I wish him luck with that.
I had to laugh listening to the Jerry B@der show on WT@Q this morning. He was reading from his blog an essay on who he was going to vote for in the primary today and it reminded me for all the world of the logic employed by the Sicilian in The Pr!ncess Br!de during the battle of wits with the Man in Black. I called in and told the screener my thoughts and we shared a good laugh.
I almost got the workout area up and running. It has been cleaned up and arranged and is just waiting for Sunny to hook up the tv and components. And I have to do some maintenance on the Nordictrak that my neighbor gave me and put together the stand for the adjustable weights. Then I have to watch the DVD to figure out how to use the new Bowflex that Sunny gave me one Christmas, back when he still "loved" me, I guess. Probably a guilt gift like the watch he bought me while he was in NYC with his boss doing God knows what. FUCKER!
Ok, this entry is just getting weird and bitter. but that's kind of how I feel just now. Maybe next time I'll be in a better frame of mind.
Our third session with the counselor was sucky. (The second one was not so bad, go figure.) Lots of anger and bitching. And according to Sunny, our marriage is dead. Not circling the drain or on life support, but dead. As in doornail. And we all know what happens when you try to revive something that's been dead. Think Pet Sem@tary or Evil De@d or any other zombie flick. I think he's just going through the motions. Look what a good husband I am. We tried. Whatever. I should probably get out now before something tries to eat my brain.
I used to have a phenomenal memory. Seriously. My teacher even gave me a special prize in second grade for memorizing and reciting in front of the class all the poems out of the reading text and some of those fuckers were 5 and 6 pages long. I guess when you're young you have brain cells to devote to shit like that but as you get older you have to remember phone numbers and pin numbers and passwords and all the other assorted crap life throws at you. And let's not forget about all the brain cells killed off in college drinkfests. Although my short term memory is still pretty good. I can ace a multiple guess test like no ones business. My college econ professor thought I was some sort of macro- and micro-econ wiz because I got amazing grades on all his tests but it was only because I read the text the night before and could remember the answers once I saw them. I know squat about economics now because it didn't make it into long term memory. Anyhoo, there is a point to all this. I still remember a poem I memorized when I was in grade school and it applies:
As a rule, man's a fool.
When it's hot, he wants it cool.
When it's cool, he wants it hot.
Always wanting what is not.
As a rule, man's a fool.
So there, that's what I feel about men right now, the one I'm married to in particular. Bite me, asshat.
Valentine's Day is bad enough when you are single and alone. Sheer torture when you are in a shitty marriage. Last year I got flowers for Valentine's Day, this year I greeted him with a kiss and the words dead fish come to mind. Didn't even acknowledge the day, which I suppose would be hypocritical since our marriage is dead. Still, suck it, A-hole.
I could do without any more snow. If this keeps up there won't be anywhere to put it. Our driveway is barely wide enough for a vehicle. And the banks are higher than our snowplow blade so it really sucks to try to plow. And we have to get our plow in for service because the bracket is bent all to hell and Sunny wedged a pin in there, but didn't go through all the holes and it is now bent inside the bracket and will never come out. Not without a cutting torch. So I arranged to have it picked up tomorrow and hopefully it will be back before the next snow. A little maintenance on shit would go a long way. But apparently he wants to live a maintenance-free life. I wish him luck with that.
I had to laugh listening to the Jerry B@der show on WT@Q this morning. He was reading from his blog an essay on who he was going to vote for in the primary today and it reminded me for all the world of the logic employed by the Sicilian in The Pr!ncess Br!de during the battle of wits with the Man in Black. I called in and told the screener my thoughts and we shared a good laugh.
I almost got the workout area up and running. It has been cleaned up and arranged and is just waiting for Sunny to hook up the tv and components. And I have to do some maintenance on the Nordictrak that my neighbor gave me and put together the stand for the adjustable weights. Then I have to watch the DVD to figure out how to use the new Bowflex that Sunny gave me one Christmas, back when he still "loved" me, I guess. Probably a guilt gift like the watch he bought me while he was in NYC with his boss doing God knows what. FUCKER!
Ok, this entry is just getting weird and bitter. but that's kind of how I feel just now. Maybe next time I'll be in a better frame of mind.
posted by Pal | 3:22 PM
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