Birfday Pahty

I was in a horrible mood all week and all weekend. I am just tired. I slept in on sunday and took a 3 hour nap. I am still tired. Too many years of Riotous living, I guess. I need a vacation to somewhere. The kids are getting on my nerves so bad. Oh well, so is the life of a father. We all went skating for JDs birthday. He got a little party and lots of presents. I was so wore out I did not even want to go. I have got to get out of this horrible funk. The house is a touch cleaner. I cleaned up. JD whined alot on Saturday. He thought he could do anything he wanted because it was his birthday, even disrespect people. He learned the errors of his ways. We bought a new used couch and love seat. Now we need some chairs. Out living room is like 28 X 15. It is huge. So we need lots of furniture to fill it. I asked if I could leave 30 min early from work and they asked when I would make it up, I told them that I'll stop coming in late for a couple of days. HAAAHHHAH! I ended up with just 15 min early. I have to get over to the salvation army to pick the ghetto furniture. My father in law said "don't ever buy anything new while you have those kids." Sage advice. The two couches that we have are falling apart from abuse. I got those 4 years ago at the salvation army and the habitat store for about 160 dollars. I got the new used furniture for 135 dollars. No inflation exists evidently in the used furniture market. ECON Nut!

9 days later....

My birthday was a hoot. I got to sit on the couch and feed the baby for 4 hours while Olga took angel to the emergecy room. Spider bit. Doctor said looks okay. 3 hours in the ER and all they got was a looks okay. If we did not have insurance that would have cost 700 dollars. I am not saying that michael moore is right, but there is definetly as problem in the hell care system. Olga went and had a sleep diagnostic ran to see if she had sleeping problems and they did the test, and the doctor looked at the results, a technician, and a nurse, plus some other doctor. Bill before insurance:\
Doctor: 350$
Technician: 350$
Nurse: 350$
Some other Dr. Opinion: 350$
Plus like 600$ for the test to be ran.
Everybody got in on the action on this one. It was like 2000 dollars. All they did was look at the results. bunch of damned vultures. The nurse got a piece too because she was trained to look at the stupid results. I guess the parking attendant at the sleep clinic was off that night or he would have gotten himself 350 $ for looking at the results. Pure damn crazy.

SO anyway, happy birthday to me. OT and child care. Last year on my birthday Claudia had to go to the ER. The doctor said she looks happy. nothing broken. Booya. 700 $. I should have become a lousy doctor or a mob freakin boss. They both extort people the same. Lets recap the last few birthday disasters:
2007: baby care and ER
2006: ER
2005: Can't remember but I do know that the gameboy I got for my birthday was stolen.
2004: Can't remember
2003: Got to watch bruce willis movies all day
2002: Can't freakin remember
2001: 9/11 happens day after my birthday
2000: All of my band equipment is stolen, thus ripping my musical soul out
I still miss my stuff.....boo hoo.... : (

I got a 73 on my midterm exam. I think I did much better than that but 4 days later the teacher still has not addressed my concerns. The last teacher would always curve our grades. I hate it when there is nothing you can count on. I guess there is no way to make an A in this course. 7 of the 11 questions were so ambiguous I could not have gotten them right. The whole class seems geared to only make B's.

I still have 1 year til my CPA and 2 years til my graduates degree. I have got to get out of this job and my house. I want my kids to be able to play and have fun. My neighborhood is full of shady character and people avoid my neighborhood. People at church say so where do you live and I say Old Charlotte Rd and they go, Ohhhh....My. Like I am an ex crack addict. I need like 43k-45k and I can get out. We can all get out. One lady came by our house one time and seemed like she was very scared.

Been awhile......

Well. Where have I been since the worst day ever. Today's my birthday! I got a new Gameboy DS. This thing plays games, music, and movies. Super Phat. I sold my precious Lyra. It started to go on the fritz. My sisters husband's child was abandoned by his mother, soooo Keri and Bob have to take him. They already have a little one and now a 12 year old. They have a 2 bedroom and it is small. It will take some real creativity to get it in order, and livable for 4 people. Olga got a haircut and she looked like a mushroom head. She had to go get it redone. I told her to never leave the chair until your satisfied. The cut she has now is very nice. Claudia has been going crazy. She is still alot of fun but she is destroying everything that she gets her hands on. I keep all of my stuff on top of the armoir. We got a new Wii game system and it is alot of fun. There is nothing like standing up and punching and kicking at the screen like a dork screaming I GOT YOU AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Treeemendous. I might be starting a band soon. I have two guys on board and now I just need a keyboard player. Tee Hee keys. If I can't find one of those I will just go with a trio or quartet. We will probably just do some covers and a few originals. We are suppose to play at the upcoming church yard sale. This won't be anything crazy or experimental but it should be fun. We are trying to raise cash for the church building so the altruism is there. Rockin out church style.

Continuation of EPIC BAD DAY

So anyway.. I feed the baby like 6 ounces of formula, and she is squirming and screaching. So I bend her to burp her.....and drum rollllll!!! she pukes 6 ounces of formula all over me. Yummy warm liquid flowing from her mouth all over me. She is fine after that. So I feed her some pedialite. She does not like that. I ask her why she is so unhappy. She responds with aaaghhghahaaghhaaaghaghhaga eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! I take that I am at fault. HEE! I feed her some more formula. I am worried she is going to ooze puke on me again, so I hold her away from me while burping. She does not puke on me again. The whole time my son is relaxing on the couch completely oblivious to my plight. I wish I was a kid again. I had no idea what was going on around me ever. It was blissful. JD goes at some point to the sun room to experiment on things. I tell him that he better never take any food products, liquids, or live things into my sunroom ever again. I am awarded the coveted father of the year award. I celebrate by passing out around 5pm. My wife is awake around this time, I have no concept of time. I thought it was like noon. Olga takes baby. It is times like this that a cigarette would come in handy, but I am a hopeless addict and I can't even get around the smell without turning into a lunatic. I get mean, and weird, I hate cigarettes. I think that is it. I don't even remember eating all day. I remember that JD had some food. I woke up and it was dark. Around 8pm. Oh boy almost time to go to bed for work!!! The day was a trainwreck. Fun to watch, but terribly messy.

The worst day Ever, and father of the year awards

Well, sunday was bad. I have had bad days before. Sleepless nights. bad headaches. terrible illnesses. mental breakdowns at school and work, but sunday was bad. It had all the ingredients of the worst day ever.....
Saturday night...
Sick wife 8 Pm goes to sleep
I take over with infant
I play some Lords of the Realm
I watch The Neverending story twice!
The baby cries everytime I put her down, so I hold her, I think she is sleeping
I decide to stay up to let wifee sleep peacefully til the baby's late night feeding 3 AM
I am feeling good.
Baby wakes up. I change her. feed her. Put her down. Baby will not sleep. baby stays awake.
Wife gets sick really really bad. 3am
Wife is good and sick, sick, sick. (Moaning)
Wifee is the only person actually qualified to make the baby sleep. (Moaning wife)
My self sacrificial deed now looks really stupid. (wife still is moaning)
So, baby finally goes to sleep at yes 5 am. I think wifee finally goes back to sleep.
Wakes up at 6 am. then sleeps til about 650am. boo yah!
Baby goes back to sleep. I can't remember when she wakes up again. probably like 8am
I round up 2 hours of sleep.
7am Claudia wakes up. Daddy feed me. I go out to the kitchen and....voila....
JD has woken up and decided to use the stove to cook the world's most insane biscuits.
The mess is intense. Flour every where. I nearly lose it.
"Almost Losing" it is when you scream inside like a mad man on steroids, but what comes out is,
Clean up this mess right now or I am going to make your life miserable. I scold JD til 730am about his judicious use of the oven. I scare him into believing that he could have killed us all in an oven holocaust that would incinerate us all in seconds. I nearly freak out the whole time. JD cleans up his disaster without crying. I think that he realized that dad was going to go crazy. No father of the year award for the morning thanks.
Next up 8am I feed the kids cereal.
At some point I go get the baby. I think I am going to nap at some point. I stick in cinderella 3. Baby moves around the whole time wimper screeching. Denying dear old dad his precious cinderella time nap. I feed the baby like 6 ounces in 3 hours.....to be continue...

I need a Vacation

I fell asleep from 630 til 830 yesterday. Then I got up and played with the baby. If you can call it playing. Babies just stare and drool and eat and scream. Completely oblivious. Something is very drawing about them though. You can't really understand why your own children are so fascinating unless you actually have children of your own. I personally hate all other children except for my own children. Other kids are twice as annoying as my kids. Anyway, I am going to statesville for my dad's birthday. I am going to take them to lunch and get him a simpsons season on DVD, and maybe a movie. He is extremely hard to buy for. We will come back the same day. Statesville feels like it is hours away, but it is really only 45 minutes away. I know people that commute to work everyday 1 hour each way. Maybe we can catch a movie at the cheap movies in salisbury. And I can let my kids talk through the whole movie.

My oldest daughters father showed up at our house. He called first which was nice. He hasn't called or talked to Angel in over a year. Angel sent him an angry sad letter and I guess it made the jerk sad, so he needed to make himself feel better, so he decided in all of his mercy to come and visit. He hasn't bought angel a birthday present or a christmas present in like 6 years. I do all of these things. He lied and said that he had tried to get in touch with us, but the last time Olga talked to him he said that he could not handle angel right now and didn't want anything to do with her. He has Angel so messed up that it makes life very difficult with her. I am always afraid that angel is going to end up with some loser that shows her the slightest bit of attention, then, Olga and I will have to take care of both of them because the guy is a brain dead loser and can't hold a job. He made some comment about my fence posts being too tall. I wanted to beat him with one of those fence posts. Fence posts come in 8 foot sections, so you have to cut off the excess. Stupid moron. He kept trying to make small talk with me, and I kept trying to make him feel as insignificant and uncomfortable as I could. Just because you were around when a child was born and they live with you for a while or for your whole life, does not make you a father. What makes you a father is the constant vigilance and perserverence of taking them from the idiotic and chaotic times of childhood into being a well rounded sane adult. I have been around Angel through the most important times and chaotic times of her life. I have been trying to clean up the mess left by two retarded absent fathers for 6 years now, but I don't deserve any rewards. If Angel becomes a decent productive member of society then that is my reward.

Liberty has finished eating my brain

Liberty extended financial check in until sunday, so now I can rest assured that I will be in debt for the rest of my life. whew!

The taxes in Texas are so high that I am wavering a bit about going. I don't want to go and have a much worse life. People say, well there are no state income taxes, but look at the property taxes. They are 1.1 % in concord and in Lewisville they ar 2.5 %. That is alot of cash. I will keep investigating. I think it will be much better there. A real adventure.