Meatloaf and peas

 

I know I have been lax in updating this blog. So much has happened since the last time I updated, it is hard to know where to begin. I also forget what I wrote the last time, so please forgive if I repeat. I try not to read what I have written in the past during writing periods as it tends to influence the writing.

 

I did nothing for Cinco de Mayo, again. The last time I had any meaningful fun was when I lived in Virginia. There, Chel, Greg, Audra, Doug and Linda (?)(I forgot her name. I am so ashamed. She’s Doug’s Wife), and I went out to a faux Mexican restaurant. I think the year was 1997. We challenged the wait staff on what Cinco de Mayo was in remembrance of. Of course, some knew it was Mexican independence; no one knew it was from France.

I haven’t had that much fun in years. I keep up with a few Navy cohorts on Facebook, and only recently, and none of us are close. I actually miss those times. I hated the Navy and it looks like it has gotten worse for the boys in Dixie Cups. It could be a grand organization, except that it’s run by politicians and officers who couldn’t sail their way out of a cereal bowl. The Navy Times is full of commanders and skippers getting fired or under investigation for one thing or another. That shows how sad thing are.

I went to my shrink on Monday. My normal guy was out for surgery, so I got the pnch hitter. She’s nice, but a bit talky. Oh, I got bumped up on the drugs. I am not happy about that, but what can you do? It beats being an ass to every one, I guess. I feel pretty good today, but it may be because I rested a lot yesterday. I had some dental work done yesterday, and was full of Valium. One of the side benefits of the drug cocktail I ingest every morning is that one of the drugs prevents absorption of Valium, thus prolonging the effects. I was high all day. It was a nice stupor for me. And boy, did I sleep well! I also partook in the nitrous. I don’t know if it did anything for me, and I almost wanted to vomit near the end. I took the mask off during the fitting of the temporary crown.

This new dentist is awesome. He even called late yesterday to check up on me. My old dentist was hesitant to give anesthetic, much less check up on someone. Ah, it is nice that there are still competent people out there. Email me if you want his name. He’s awesome.

I am very sore today. I believe I suffer from TMJ (Temporomandibular joint disorder). I have many of the symptoms, such as popping in the jaw when chewing, stiff muscles, inability to open my mouth on occasion, and clenching of the teeth when sleeping. Unfortunately there is no easy fix. Parts of the problem are my arthritis and gout, and the other part is the medication I take which causes muscle spasms. Imagine that your jaw muscles are perpetually cramped. The dentist will look at fitting a night mouthpiece once my permanent crown is in.

I made and almost lost an email friend this week. I can be too critical of people. I guess I want everyone to fit a certain mold. Mainly, I want them to be issue free. I do not want to deal with their inadequacies or problems. Especially if they do not heed any advice I can offer. It is like talking to brick walls, and my brick walls at the house usually are less problematic.

Of course, work is aggravating because of the same difficulty where no one listens. I practically stood on my head this morning with a solution to an ongoing problem the plant is having. The problem is in my field of expertise. Unfortunately, since I don’t have that title anymore, the powers that be just ignore what I say. It is amazing. I can say “A + B = C”, but the engineers then say “We don’t know what A + equals C, so we’re going to analyze it ad infinitum and lose thousands of dollars.” I just don’t get it. It is not like I am talking out of my ass. My boss has told me that they hired me because I bring more than just process control knowledge to the table. I was the fricken Electrical SME for a whole business before settling for this menial piss-ant job. Fuck this place. This job so far has cost me well over $8,000 last year, and will cost me an additional $2500 this year. What the fuck was I thinking?

I have made a friend with this chick in Mississippi, who supposedly will be moving to Houston in a few months. She’s into rock, so it will be nice to hang around someone who gets the music. She seems to be into the music much more than me, so hopefully it will work out. Of course, she’ll live in the Houston metro somewhere, so we won’t be going for beers after work, but once or twice a month is better than nothing. She has been let in our mystical family surreptition. Those who know will understand. And she is very cool with it.

You ever have the feeling that honesty is never the best policy. I have made a point to be honest. It cost me several girlfriends in the past. I found out that if I lied, we both were happy. When I told the truth, neither of us were happy. What gives? I also have found that selective truth, where you chose how much information you release, is no good either. The truth hurts, by why should it?

I have picked up my guitar again. I can’t afford lessons again right now, but I think I will start setting some goals in my old lesson books. I also want to bring an acoustic out to work as I tend to lose focus with the electric (think Jimi Hendrix versions of John Denver).

Just when did puffy lips ever look attractive. I see these plastic-laden “beauties” on various websites and just don’t get it. Why make your lips look like a swollen labia? Is this some sign of fertility my lack of sex is causing me to miss? Silicon boobs are horrible, too (although I have seen & touched saline ones that are decent). Oh, and tramp stamps, what gives? That and star tattoos have about made body ink laughable. I miss the subtle artwork that enhanced a female, not gaudy, distracting bullshit. Ink sleeves on women, unless they are on both arms, looks dumb.

OK, I have written enough for today. Welcome to my new readers. I believe I have picked up a few. Enjoy the whine.

L8rs-