doughnuts
Oh I just ate five doughnuts
10/31/07 12:45 PM
And just like that, life is one notch better. One
doughnut left for later. Pow.
How come the black high school kids in my town (Euclid, Ohio outside of Cleveland) always look good and the white kids look like sloppy messes? I drive by the high school every day, and most of the black boys out walking around are all athletic and dressed like they care what they wear. Most of the black girls are in good shape and made up all hot-like (I'm just looking- geez get off my case). But pretty much all the white kids are dumpy disappointments to their families. This carries over into the older population too, although not to the same extent. Everybody in Euclid lets themselves go after the age of 35, it is the law.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that there are a whole lot of awful looking white people out there and I wish I had gone to school with more (re: any) black girls.
Oh, and speaking of Euclid Schools, part 1: We took the kids to their first toddler swimming lessons at Euclid H.S. last night (Casey loved it, Tyler hated it- typical), and as we were leaving we walked through a narrow hallway by the gym where a lot of REALLY tall and muscley dudes were lined up, I think for basketball tryouts. Whenever you see a big group of kids like that you don't expect much in the way of courtesy or civility, because kids are mean; but these guys were super friendly and gave Ty high fives all down the line, to his delight and amazement. "Wassup, little man? High Five!" they said. That was really nice. Thanks, big kids!
Speaking of Euclid Schools, part 2: BANG-POW! BIG BREAKING NEWS- after almost a month and the buildup for what we though was going to be a BIG FIGHT involving lawyers, guns and money; Euclid has released Casey to the Achievement Center! Holy Crap! What a load off my poor head. Our lawyer that we retained because we didn't think we were getting a fair shake just told us the news; I guess all it took was one phone call from her. I'm guessing they were leaning that way anyway after having him at school there for a month, but whatever- HELLZ YEAH BOOOY! THAT'S PARTY TIME! To celebrate, I might just eat this last doughnut! AND/OR take a shower this week!
That's asking a whole lot though.
Oh, and dammit- in the last post I mentioned The Name, but forgot to include a hot photo. I got in so much trouble! Here, I'll make it up to you right now:
How come the black high school kids in my town (Euclid, Ohio outside of Cleveland) always look good and the white kids look like sloppy messes? I drive by the high school every day, and most of the black boys out walking around are all athletic and dressed like they care what they wear. Most of the black girls are in good shape and made up all hot-like (I'm just looking- geez get off my case). But pretty much all the white kids are dumpy disappointments to their families. This carries over into the older population too, although not to the same extent. Everybody in Euclid lets themselves go after the age of 35, it is the law.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that there are a whole lot of awful looking white people out there and I wish I had gone to school with more (re: any) black girls.
Oh, and speaking of Euclid Schools, part 1: We took the kids to their first toddler swimming lessons at Euclid H.S. last night (Casey loved it, Tyler hated it- typical), and as we were leaving we walked through a narrow hallway by the gym where a lot of REALLY tall and muscley dudes were lined up, I think for basketball tryouts. Whenever you see a big group of kids like that you don't expect much in the way of courtesy or civility, because kids are mean; but these guys were super friendly and gave Ty high fives all down the line, to his delight and amazement. "Wassup, little man? High Five!" they said. That was really nice. Thanks, big kids!
Speaking of Euclid Schools, part 2: BANG-POW! BIG BREAKING NEWS- after almost a month and the buildup for what we though was going to be a BIG FIGHT involving lawyers, guns and money; Euclid has released Casey to the Achievement Center! Holy Crap! What a load off my poor head. Our lawyer that we retained because we didn't think we were getting a fair shake just told us the news; I guess all it took was one phone call from her. I'm guessing they were leaning that way anyway after having him at school there for a month, but whatever- HELLZ YEAH BOOOY! THAT'S PARTY TIME! To celebrate, I might just eat this last doughnut! AND/OR take a shower this week!
That's asking a whole lot though.
Oh, and dammit- in the last post I mentioned The Name, but forgot to include a hot photo. I got in so much trouble! Here, I'll make it up to you right now:
KRISTEN BELL SAID EVERYTHING WOULD BE
OKAY
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I've been depressed, OKAY? That good enough for you?
10/30/07 09:36 AM
I've been totally out to lunch for some time now, so
those of you who have been wondering what's up or
have been attempting to contact me, well, thanks.
Everything's gonna be okay. I think probably there's
a time or two (or twenty if you're a real sad case)
in everybody's life where shit just doesn't go their
way, and I'm jammed up in the middle of that at the
moment.
No autism update today, I'm not up for it and I need to save some stuff for a big post on that anyway. Things have been rough in that area, sure to get rougher; we'll leave it right there for now.
Then there's the whole grandfather-failing-health thing, which is a real kick to the balls and a big problem for everyone involved. In the next couple weeks I'm driving to Florida again, this time with my mom, to see what we can figure out to do. We may have to force my grandparents to move back to Ohio, into my folk's house. That's not going to be real fun, especially since by the time we can make it happen it'll be the dead of winter in Cleveland. What really gets my goats about this situation is that both my grandparents are decorated WWII vets, my grandfather liberated Dachau for cryin' out loud, and they can't get any benefits from our awesome government. Money which is sorely needed, by the way. Oh- the paperwork is filed with the Veteran's Administration and has been for many many months, and we keep hearing that benefit disbursement is "imminent", but something or other is awaiting approval and my grandparents will need to wait another month or two. Another month or two has stretched now into January before anything is promised, and we have learned the hard way that the thieves and liars at the VA will probably find a way to make it a longer wait than that. The goal here, of course, is to tie up any benefit a vet may have earned in red tape and delays until the vet is dead and doesn't need it anymore. How great is that? Seriously, I don't have any earthly clue why anyone would want to serve in the armed forces. What a fucking racket they're running. And the punchline is that we have no real idea what sort of money the government will eventually pony up to help out- it could quite possibly be next to nothing, like enough to buy a bus ticket and a cup o' joe on your way to your glorious future of poverty and neglect. Hooray!
And where the FUCK are my doughnuts?!? A sales guy here we (the art department boyz) constantly do favors for had been asking to take us out for lunch or something for months as payback. First- we do not go out for lunch. Ever. Second, going out to lunch with this guy is punishment, not payback- he's a big head fucktard faux-hippie Bush supporting know-it-all bad mustache douchebag who always feels the need to make jello-brained smalltalk when clearly it is not necessary or even appreciated. So, finally, last Friday he asks again when can we go out to lunch, and I tell him, "Hey, Dave- we don't really have a lot of time for lunch. How 'bout you just bring us doughnuts? We sure love doughnuts! I'd marry doughnuts- they're so sweet and lovely. Bring us doughnuts!" He said Monday! We'd! Have! Doughnuts! And we wouldn't have to sit across a table from him pretending we're pals or anything. WINNER! Today's Tuesday. No doughnuts. I BOUGHT MILK. Fuck that guy.
Oh, and I just watched the first five episodes of Heroes this year. SUCKS. They all suck. Vague spoilers. Avert your eyes if you give a shit, although I assure you it isn't worth getting worked up about. My two dimwit dads? Hiro back in time? Peter has fuckin' amnesia? Awful. At least Kristin Bell nuked a lame bit player right out of the gate. MORE OF THAT PLEASE.
NOW do you see why I don't like posting these things when I'm down? Has this been fun for anyone? No. No it hasn't.
Fine- kid pics from the vacation that seems like it was a thousand years ago.
No autism update today, I'm not up for it and I need to save some stuff for a big post on that anyway. Things have been rough in that area, sure to get rougher; we'll leave it right there for now.
Then there's the whole grandfather-failing-health thing, which is a real kick to the balls and a big problem for everyone involved. In the next couple weeks I'm driving to Florida again, this time with my mom, to see what we can figure out to do. We may have to force my grandparents to move back to Ohio, into my folk's house. That's not going to be real fun, especially since by the time we can make it happen it'll be the dead of winter in Cleveland. What really gets my goats about this situation is that both my grandparents are decorated WWII vets, my grandfather liberated Dachau for cryin' out loud, and they can't get any benefits from our awesome government. Money which is sorely needed, by the way. Oh- the paperwork is filed with the Veteran's Administration and has been for many many months, and we keep hearing that benefit disbursement is "imminent", but something or other is awaiting approval and my grandparents will need to wait another month or two. Another month or two has stretched now into January before anything is promised, and we have learned the hard way that the thieves and liars at the VA will probably find a way to make it a longer wait than that. The goal here, of course, is to tie up any benefit a vet may have earned in red tape and delays until the vet is dead and doesn't need it anymore. How great is that? Seriously, I don't have any earthly clue why anyone would want to serve in the armed forces. What a fucking racket they're running. And the punchline is that we have no real idea what sort of money the government will eventually pony up to help out- it could quite possibly be next to nothing, like enough to buy a bus ticket and a cup o' joe on your way to your glorious future of poverty and neglect. Hooray!
And where the FUCK are my doughnuts?!? A sales guy here we (the art department boyz) constantly do favors for had been asking to take us out for lunch or something for months as payback. First- we do not go out for lunch. Ever. Second, going out to lunch with this guy is punishment, not payback- he's a big head fucktard faux-hippie Bush supporting know-it-all bad mustache douchebag who always feels the need to make jello-brained smalltalk when clearly it is not necessary or even appreciated. So, finally, last Friday he asks again when can we go out to lunch, and I tell him, "Hey, Dave- we don't really have a lot of time for lunch. How 'bout you just bring us doughnuts? We sure love doughnuts! I'd marry doughnuts- they're so sweet and lovely. Bring us doughnuts!" He said Monday! We'd! Have! Doughnuts! And we wouldn't have to sit across a table from him pretending we're pals or anything. WINNER! Today's Tuesday. No doughnuts. I BOUGHT MILK. Fuck that guy.
Oh, and I just watched the first five episodes of Heroes this year. SUCKS. They all suck. Vague spoilers. Avert your eyes if you give a shit, although I assure you it isn't worth getting worked up about. My two dimwit dads? Hiro back in time? Peter has fuckin' amnesia? Awful. At least Kristin Bell nuked a lame bit player right out of the gate. MORE OF THAT PLEASE.
NOW do you see why I don't like posting these things when I'm down? Has this been fun for anyone? No. No it hasn't.
Fine- kid pics from the vacation that seems like it was a thousand years ago.
