"Only you can prevent office fires."

Let me tell you about my day.
My day is like a bear wondering into the campground. You don't want to make eye contact because he'll think you want to play, he doesn't know his own strength and starts beating the living S#!% out of you.
Today is "month end" at work, so I need to finish as much of my work today so the monthly totals can be as high as possible, almost as high as management. My conundrum is this; my work isn't finished by just me working on it, but I am the only one accountable for it not being done.

Adventures in Arts and Crafts

For the past two months Amy and I have been podging old cheap comic book pages to a dresser for my son. It was Amy's idea and I for one am very happy with the end result. Though I couldtn't bring my self to actually cut up any of the comics, Amy did that part of the job for me. So, here are some pictures of the end result. I hope Chance likes it, because I figure we put in at least 25 hours over the past 7 weekends (Last weekend excluded)


Children sold separately.

My sympathies to Michelangelo

Last weekend I was volunteered by my wife to paint our living room, which I believe was last done in 1982. So yeah, it needed it… a lot.
Saturday started with Amy and I test driving the Toyota Matrix. I’m in love with this car, sadly the $18,000 price tag is $3,000 over what I’m budgeting to spend. Working in the auto finance field from a banks perspective allows me to know many inside loop holes, yet I’m still amazed at how much pressure a dealer is still able to inflict on a knowledgeable buyer such as myself. After I gnawed my foot off to get out of the trap in order to leave the dealership Amy and started our three day paint extravaganza.
Let me tell you this; Trading Spaces, While You Were Out, and all those other home improvement shows are full of S#!T. This was the most tedious, agonizing pain in the ass I’ve had to deal with in years. First we had to move all the furniture, re: chalk the window seals, apply the primer, which was the first real pain. By the time we started to use real paint on Sunday the walls looked horrible I don’t know why but the paint didn’t seem thick enough to cover all the brush and roller marks from the primer. Monday morning I decided to call in sick so I could finish the many coats of paint it has taken for my perfectionist mentality to be happy enough with the room.
And on Tuesday I rested, read comics, watched Sin City, and with the children to my mother-in-law’s, I spent some quality time with the wife.

Now That I’m back to work I wish I had another room to paint

Save a tree, go insane.

This weeks secret word is... AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
This week marks another brilliant change at work, we’re going paperless... Almost.On our magical journey from the 19th to the 21st century of using tree products to keep track of our customer’s credit to the wondrous window boxes on our desks has proven painful. In an attempt to wean us from our safe and familiar ways has caste us into chaos. In a nut shell, what they've taken from us they have not put back in full. Instead of having a key to unlock the door I have to take the lock and the door apart and put back together every time I want to enter or exit. I hope this analogy works for you, because it's pissing me off.
Aside from the wonderland that is not my job, I have been car shopping. I don't yet know what kind of new car I'm going to get yet, but I know the Batmobile is not available, or in my budget, on in real life. The Fantasticar is not looking so good either. My wife, Amy is leaning toward the Invisible Jet; I told if she can find it she can have it.

Mr. Peabodys Improbable History

That was the end of a long week. Due to an overabundance of work this last week I worked Monday 9am to 9pm and Thursday 9am to 9pm and additional overtime Tuesday and Wednesday, and I didn't get to sleep before 1am all week. I am now REALLY worried about the insomnia. Today(Saturday) I spent the morning mowing the lawn and trying to teach my son Chance how to mow. He's 9 and needs to start pulling his own weight, cleaning his room and taking out the trash is just not enough any more. Why, when I was his age I mowed the lawn, washed the dishes, cleaned and vacuumed the house, painted the fence, milked the cows, walked to school up hill both ways bare foot in four feet of snow every day. No wonder why I can't sleep now, I used to tire myself out. Anyway, this after noon I helped my sister-in-law Anne paint the exterior of her house, she's having it appraised. The sun was too much for me, by 3pm I came home and slept until almost 6pm. After all that Chance and I watched Jurassic Park 3 before his bed time, and now I'm the only one left awake in the house(probably until after 1am)
My son is very funny, he's also calm, quiet, and bookish, he gets those last 3 from my wife. As he and I watched JP3 he fetched one of his many Dinosaur books and we looked up all of the Dino's shown in the movie. I'm still trying to pronounce Compsognathus, commonly referred to in the movie as "Compy's". I've been noticing more and more how inquisitive Chance is, he always needs and answer, now that he gets from me. Luckily I know everything so when he asks me a question we turn into Mr. Peabody and Sherman, I just wish I remembered where I put the Wayback Machine.

The wrong side of the bed

After the long hard day yesterday, I wanted nothing more than to sleep when I got home, but that was not in the cards for me. When I got home my head was spinning and I had been suffering from the surreal drugged effects caused by the pain pills I took for my headache. My daughter was watching Alice in wonderland, the Disney version. I sat on the couch and she climbed next to me and she fell asleep. I could not stop watching the show. I thought I would instantly fall asleep, but I just couldn't. An hour latter when it ended I was still drugged and very wired I started the Aphrodite IX trade I just bought. This was an awesome story, maybe because I was drugged I don't know, but I likes it allot. Aphrodite IX is a synthetic being in the future who is a highly skilled assassin, but fifteen minuets after each mission is completely loses her memory. After the second mission in the story she starts to have dreams of the past missions and starts to figure out who she really is. I thought this was just great and the art by Mark Silvestre is tip top. If you have the chance to read it I highly suggest it. Anyway after I finished the book I was still wide awake at midnight. This is now starting to bother me. Maybe I'm becoming an insomniac I don't know. I still feel a little drugged and woozy today. I hope tonight fares much better for me to sleep.

Oh my aching head

So I woke up yesterday at 9am with the worst headache in history. It's bad, I feel like the alien embryo is ready to hatch, bad. It's probably due to the way I slept because I have a very sore neck as well. After a day a shear agonizing pain I finally get to sleep with pharmaceutical aid at almost 4am this morning. Today the pain is still there but much duller. Now I get to work from 9am to 9pm thanks to half the office on vacation. I hope all of you have a much better day.

Now, I know what you're thinking.

Your thinking this Blog title is a ripoff from Neal. Wrong! "The hell you say" was the title of the letters page from the Demon comic book series. And now it's my Blog.