But First, perhaps an explanation as to why I have not been on here:
I have had finals with Science class to deal with, job searches to conduct, and I've been sort of depressed and didn't really feel like blogging last week. THE OMNIPOTENT MOMMY has urged me to get back on here and write, so I am inclined to do so, at least for her benefit. She seems to enjoy it, and really, if nobody else did, that would still make it worth writing.
So last week was not so wonderful. I turned 33 years old, Michael Jackson died (on my birthday), Farrah Fawcett also died (On my birthday as well), and I was reminded that not only is life short, but even if you have a gazillion plastic surgeries and bleach your skin white and love children to the point of pedophilia, you are still going to fall asleep with roses in your hands and there's nothing you can do about it. I was telling my buddy Kevin today that I hope I get a job in DC so when the big mushroom cloud erupts over our capital city (and you can go to Vegas and bet on it) because we have allowed all this stupid mess into our country, I can at least get a front row seat to the big show and be vaporized instead of having to go through cancer or heart disease or something stupid like that. I wouldn't mind going instantaneously, where you're walking along and all of a sudden you're wandering among the clouds with your harp and halo.
It has been hard shopping for jobs this past week. I am finding better things to do, like being depressed about having to find jobs. I need to get up and get moving and stop worrying all the time. I love my children but I have come to the conclusion that I am not meant to be a housewife.
So anyway, a summary of the week's events:
Saturday: We went to our friend Jodi's house and she fixed us her famous enchilada recipe. Then we all went out to play in her backyard, which is the size of Canada and I kicked some balls around for Claire and Pooka so they could run after them and it would wear them out. We then proceeded to scarf some birthday cake down and watch some TV show about idiot drivers.
At Jodi's
Jodi's
Sunday: We went to church and then yet AGAIN Jodi took us out to eat at Asian Garden. As far as Asian food goes, I shall not look back from now on and am now a big fan of the restaurant. They have it all: Sushi, Chinese, Japanese, ChingChongese, and all the awesome food from the Orient. It was delicious!
Monday: Vacation Bible School for Claire this week! This means I get to take her to school and drop her off for THREE HOURS every day so Pooka and I can have some guy time. I whipped out the Buffalo wings, chips and salsa, and Pooka brought the keg! (It's root beer, honest) I went to see Kevin at his office and when I came out, the meter maid Police Officer hit me with a $25 fine to pay for expired tags! AWESOME!!! I went to Warrenton's finest Police Force and asked them to kindly remove the ticket since I had the registration paper in my driver's window, and if the officer would have tilted his head .0000000000000001 degrees North he would have clearly seen that the tags were on it's way and I had paid for them already. The receptionist there said I would need a citation to take care of it!! Shock! I found the meter maid walking in the town and explained to him about it, and he told me to come back on Wednesday and he would write me up a citation! YEEESSSS!!!
Tuesday: More Vacation Bible School! The guy time was awesome! Clearly they must do this more than once a year. Suggestion Box anywhere?
Wednesday: I'll give you two guesses where Claire went this morning. And while she was there, I mosied on over to the Warrenton's Finest Little Police Department Around the Corner and asked them to call Mr. Meter Maid so he could write me up a most excellent citation. While I was waiting on Mr. Meter Maid, I happen to read the fine print on the back of the ticket where they explain what a citation MEANS. To summarize it with a scientific formula (for I am currently taking my 2nd science class), Citation= Court Time x Officer's Word against Yours. When Mr. Meter Maid arrived, I just told him to forget it. I went over to the Town of Warrenton office and donated my $25 to Mr. Meter Maid's retirement fund. Praise Jesus! After my police adventure, I went over to my buddy Kevin's office and got on the computer and applied for a few jobs.
Let me tell everybody about my buddy Kevin. This guy is just flat awesome. He is a CPA, Oracle wizard, and he can work on two computers at the same time like he has four arms or something. If you can't get along with K-Diddy you need to confess your sins and acquire an attitude adjustment, for there is none that can beat his upbeatiness. However, when it comes to job searching, he is not in the best of moods. Misery loves company, so I had to go over there today and hang out with my K-dog and initiate the internet job search with him. The following conversation ensued:
"Kevin, I have some good news. I recently received an "A" on my first science class, and this is cause for celebration. To celebrate, I am taking you to Starbucks and we are getting some caffeine to jolt us awake from this slump."
"Jason, I think I will take you up on that."
So off to Starbucks we went. We pull into the drive-thru (for we were in a hurry) and I asked K-Diddy what delicious beverage he would like to have.
This next part that I'm about to tell you is absolutely 100% the truth. He looks at me and to the amazement of my ears, mutters one word. A word so despicable that I cannot even believe that my friend Kevin had the tenacity to exclaim.
And the word, my friends, was this: "DECAF".
For just a second, you could have heard a pin drop. I mean, a friend takes you to Starbucks, and you order a Decaf? I laugh at the absurdity. I looked at him and said, "No seriously man, what do you want?" And then, to my horror, realized the truth: He was serious.
You used to be put to death for lesser crimes. Thank the Lord we live in a century where we have a kinder justice system.
I had to rationalize it out: My buddy Kevin is a good friend of mine. He occasionally laughs at my jokes and we go to the same church. We both have children that are about the same age and they get along and play together. Our wives get along with each other and we all like to hang out and watch our kids destroy living rooms. Oh, and he likes to go to Starbucks and order decaffinated coffee.
I guess I can live with that. I think he was just being nice anyway and didn't want me to spend my money on him. One day I am going to buy him a steak with my fat wad of cash and tell him it is to make up for the decaf all those years ago.
Anyway, we had to swing by Kevin's house after the decaf trip, and Pooka was hanging with his buddy Joseph (Kevin's son) there. I had to go pick up Claire at VBS, so Amy (K's wife) turned Pooka back over to me and I rode up there to get her. Amy had to pick up Mary Ellen (K's daughter) from VBS as well, and they were having an ice cream social when we arrived. Amy and I stood there and watched the children drop chocolate ice cream all over themselves. I went to get some wipes from the diaper bag, and Pooka had so much ice cream on him that I think I used half of the wipes on him alone. Joseph kept running off and Amy was chasing after him. Claire and Mary Ellen were sort of standing there in a state of bliss while they smeared chocolate into their mouths. All of this was well coordinated, of course, right before lunch and nap time. The children were wired on the way home. Pooka was singing and Claire was watching her movie in the van. I was glad to get back home so I could feed them and get them in bed.
Soooooo, here I am once again, on the computer, blogging away my existence. I have a few "serious" thoughts for you before I finish out:
It was a tragedy last week with the passing of Michael Jackson. It was apparent that the man clearly had psychological issues. He just wanted to be left alone, and the public drove him bananas with the paparazzi and the publicity and the craziness. His pedophilia accusations didn't help him either. Whether he was guilty or innocent, he clearly had some mental issues. It is sad to know he is gone from this life.
Billy Mays also died last week...tragic.
Farah Fawcett...just another example that the world can only give you so much. It is so sad.
But anyway, that's enough seriousness. We can't have too much of that going around. Pooka and Claire are in bed snoring. I hope you have a great day! Maybe I can get on here more often now.
Live long, and prosper.
J
1 comment:
Your (mis)adventures with the law reminds me of what happened to Peter a couple of weeks ago.
He had gotten a ticket back in March while driving home from work. I went online to pre-pay the ticket, and his ticket was not in the system. I searched under name, court date, court time, and it was not there. Peter searched and even called the court and it was not in the system.
So we forgot about it, since it was around the same time we were closing on the house and moving. The ticket was put in a box that I didn't unpack right away.
To make a long story short, Peter's license was suspended because he never paid the ticket. We didn't know right away...we found out two weeks later. Why? Because the court mis-spelled our last name horribly, and sent the letter to the wrong address. So by the time the letter found it's way to us, it was 3 week passed his court date.
SO...I paid the ticket right away, and Peter called the court to see if there was any way to get his license re-instated without having to pay the $85 to DMV, since it is quite obvious the court mis-spelled his name. The court clerk even went through the on-line system and couldn't find Peter's ticket in it.
She said the only way was to have another court date and go before the judge and explain the situation. The cost? $85 in court fees. SO...Peter just paid the $85 to DMV and everything is fine.
Oh, and I totally understand you getting depressed about the job search. It is just horrible right now and I am getting so frustrated.
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