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judecorpI have all of this free time and I don't know what to do with it. I guess I really am incapable of just winding down. Now I have the house to myself - Dad's gone to try to get some work done (but he promised me that he's picking Sean up, because his pinched nerve is really bothering him), and the grandparents are at BJ's. Yay. Quiet house. No televisions. Yay.
I spent a good part of the morning trying to map out my father's life for him. My brother and I are on a crusade to get him to sell all of his business-related stuff, try to collect disability, move out of his apartment, move in with his girlfriend, and live off the rent from both apartments. It seems totally feasible to me - with disability (provided he could get a doctor to sign off on it, which doesn't seem too unlikely) and the rent from two apartments, it would be almost as much money as he made pre-heart attack, plus he would get Medicaid and be under less stress. It seems perfect to me. He is just so damned stubborn that he keeps plugging away at his job, not able to do all of the stuff he needs to do so being frustrated on top of exhausted and stressed. If we weren't so effing alike, I would be so irritated.
My girl comes tomorrow, and I can hardly wait. The last four times I've seen her, I've been stressed about school and work - this week I'm off of both and it will be the first time since New Year's that my mind will be concentrating on nothing. She was originally going to come on Wednesday morning, but both of us were getting antsy so my daddy said she could stay at his place with me, yay. Daddy rocks. I am in serious need of a girl. My dad's ickyicky waterbed is killing my lower back and my knee, which hasn't recovered from driving (I. Need. New. Knees.), and I could use some love. :)
Though the times are horribly inconvenient, I think I'm going to take the kickboxing class instead of the TKD class. This involves trying to rework my Wednesdays a bit, and having to get up early on Saturdays. But kickboxing is very yay, and Shana will be in my class which is also yay. I will have to call Master Clements and work out the details.
I'm going to try to type in the Divorce Madlibs today, since my grandfather actually has a typewriter (sheesh, does /anyone/ anymore?). I don't have the bank account number for A.'s bank account, or the numbers for A's loans, but I can type in most of the other stuff. Woot!
Tonight, I think I will do nothing but ants. Want. To. See. Girl. Now!
I was reading my hometown newspaper (The Woonsocket Call) and the writing and artwork on the editorial cartoon looked familiar. And then I realized that it was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scottbateman! I was so effing excited. I was like, "Dad, Dad, I kind of know this guy, I read his online journal and stuff, wow!" It was so freaking cool. You should check him out. scottbateman totally rocks.
ObJ: I hope you're having fun with your guests!
ObK: Haven't heard from you in a while.
ObM: I love you.
I spent a good part of the morning trying to map out my father's life for him. My brother and I are on a crusade to get him to sell all of his business-related stuff, try to collect disability, move out of his apartment, move in with his girlfriend, and live off the rent from both apartments. It seems totally feasible to me - with disability (provided he could get a doctor to sign off on it, which doesn't seem too unlikely) and the rent from two apartments, it would be almost as much money as he made pre-heart attack, plus he would get Medicaid and be under less stress. It seems perfect to me. He is just so damned stubborn that he keeps plugging away at his job, not able to do all of the stuff he needs to do so being frustrated on top of exhausted and stressed. If we weren't so effing alike, I would be so irritated.
My girl comes tomorrow, and I can hardly wait. The last four times I've seen her, I've been stressed about school and work - this week I'm off of both and it will be the first time since New Year's that my mind will be concentrating on nothing. She was originally going to come on Wednesday morning, but both of us were getting antsy so my daddy said she could stay at his place with me, yay. Daddy rocks. I am in serious need of a girl. My dad's ickyicky waterbed is killing my lower back and my knee, which hasn't recovered from driving (I. Need. New. Knees.), and I could use some love. :)
Though the times are horribly inconvenient, I think I'm going to take the kickboxing class instead of the TKD class. This involves trying to rework my Wednesdays a bit, and having to get up early on Saturdays. But kickboxing is very yay, and Shana will be in my class which is also yay. I will have to call Master Clements and work out the details.
I'm going to try to type in the Divorce Madlibs today, since my grandfather actually has a typewriter (sheesh, does /anyone/ anymore?). I don't have the bank account number for A.'s bank account, or the numbers for A's loans, but I can type in most of the other stuff. Woot!
Tonight, I think I will do nothing but ants. Want. To. See. Girl. Now!
I was reading my hometown newspaper (The Woonsocket Call) and the writing and artwork on the editorial cartoon looked familiar. And then I realized that it was
scottbateman! I was so effing excited. I was like, "Dad, Dad, I kind of know this guy, I read his online journal and stuff, wow!" It was so freaking cool. You should check him out. scottbateman totally rocks.ObJ: I hope you're having fun with your guests!
ObK: Haven't heard from you in a while.
ObM: I love you.
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Date: 2002-03-25 07:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-03-25 08:03 am (UTC)Bahston!
Date: 2002-03-25 08:25 am (UTC)I'm here and kicking. Things continue to roller-coaster, but I'm still riding.
I'm glad to hear your trip is going well and that the girl is soon on her way.
Enjoy your vaca! Love you much! XOXO
Re: Bahston!
Date: 2002-03-25 08:45 am (UTC)Come to Boston with meeeeeeee!
Re: Bahston!
Date: 2002-03-25 11:32 am (UTC)If I could steal you away and love you all to myself, it would be a hard choice :)
Perhaps I could just convince you and your lovey to drive up here and visit me on your vacation week! :)
Now /that/ would rock buckets.
*smoooch*
Oooh.
Date: 2002-03-25 12:50 pm (UTC)When I move, though, we will get together. Oh yes. Sexy Bitch Reunion!
Re: Oooh.
Date: 2002-03-25 01:02 pm (UTC)You. Girl. Room on Cape. *swooon city*
I need one of /those/. :)
*smooch* have such a great time! :)
Re: Oooh.
Date: 2002-03-25 01:08 pm (UTC)Well, I am. So very, very fortunate. And to think, I might have been able to have all of this in 1996 if I'd opened my damned mouth and said, "You know, I like you," like I wanted to on many occasions. But it's all about timing, isn't it?
I am getting very excited (and /very/ antsy) for this Cape trip. :) *bounce bounce* I have never been swept away like this before.
Like I said, lucky. *HUGS* to you, my Chaz.
Re: Oooh.
Date: 2002-03-25 01:32 pm (UTC)You are the luckiest girl I know.
Some things are all about timing.
Enjoy your trip. Enjoy the girl.
I'll be missing you until you return.
*hugs* love ya, my Jude.
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Date: 2002-03-25 09:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-03-25 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-03-25 12:48 pm (UTC)(I'm shy. Or something.)
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Date: 2002-03-25 01:42 pm (UTC)But you can type with it. Or it types. I used to love printing on it because you feed in the paper and it goes at it at cyberspeed, whacking out copy like William Burroughs on speed. And it's *loud*. I'm like, this is such a thing to annoy your roommate in the dorms with. =)
I miss my old manual typewriters, but only because they were neat machines. Clunky Smith-Coronas that would be antiques now. The covetted German one with umlaut key and the weird "b"-like character. Two-color ribbons (black and red) that were the height of sophistication in typewriter ownership. (Though mostly the red would get used only when you ran out of black, and were forced to type whole pages in red.)
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quote: "I am in serious need of a girl."
As far as needing a girl is concerned, I can't help you there... but I might be able to get everybody in the
You know how the old saying goes... "better safe than horny," or something like that.
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EEEEEK!
(Erm. No, thank you.) :)
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"dead gods in heaven"?? Who died and made you Nietzsche? ;-)
Yay, funny typos!
Date: 2002-03-25 06:01 pm (UTC)And duh, my bad. You goober. I will send the blow-up doll to YOU! :) You crystal-using Yanni-listening weirdo!
Re: Yay, funny typos!
Date: 2002-03-25 06:19 pm (UTC)LOL :-D
(Hey, a coworker brought in Memento to watch on our office vcr. After it was over, I rewound it to the part where Sammy is in the hospital. His face DOES change to Leonard's for a split-second as the doctor passes by. That is sooo cool. Thanks for clueing me in! :-) )
Re: Yay, funny typos!
Date: 2002-03-25 09:11 pm (UTC)(As for Memento, I told you! I told you! I am so clever. And you're welcome. I love that movie.)
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Date: 2002-03-26 01:48 am (UTC)(I. Need. New. Knees.)
You can have mine. All they do lately is get in the way during diaper changing, but they're in okay shape. I'm not sure how to get them to you, though. Hmm... darn logistics.
I'm going to try to type in the Divorce Madlibs today, since my grandfather actually has a typewriter (sheesh, does /anyone/ anymore?).
I should go over mine before filing them now that someone's back in the States. I could hate the Soldiers and Sailors Protection Act of 1944, but I won't. I really won't. (If I keep repeating it, I'll believe it.)
I actually own two typewriters: a 1930s portable that feels like it weighs about the same as my smaller monitor (15") and a full-sized 1950s Royal. The Royal gets regularly loaned to the drama department at the local high school, but they never seem to want to keep it.
I was reading my hometown newspaper (The Woonsocket Call)...
*homesickness* We used to get the Blackstone edition. One of my classmates from my public school sentence in B'stone interned in sports at The Call. I've got copies of some of the stuff he wrote... I wonder where it is? probably boxed. My entire life is in boxes or was left in NC. It would be funny if any of it wound up at the Airman's Attic... I can just imagine them peeking at crap before tossing it and having no idea what to make of all the Good Vibrations catalogs.
ObM: I love you.
I briefly thought that was for me, then I realized that would be (a) totally random and (b) odd since you barely know me. But it made me smile, no matter who it was intended for.
Melissa (http://www.oddharmonic.org/)
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Date: 2002-03-26 11:36 am (UTC)I'm all bouncy that you're still reading. Hi!