not much..

to say. Got #1 a helmet for hockey, fricken expensive. hopefully he will not be sick tomorrow so he can play. I think I finished all the vomited sheets and what not. Glad to be done with that. I have a lot of work to do in the next two days for the Apartment project. Keep on keep'n on.

Vomit.

I have no other title for this post.

Trying to catch up on work for the week, working late into the night when I heard #1 get up and walk around upstairs. This is nothing unusual, both of them typically get up and wonder around before they crawl back in bed. I gave him some time and went up to check on them. At the top of the steps was the first pile of discharge. Thinking.. Oh poor guy could not quite make it to the bathroom. It wasn’t that big of a mess so I looked for him in my bed, then in his. I found him lying in what I can only describe as the apocalypse of vomigeddon. Sheets, pillow, comforter, pajamas, wall, carpet, books, nightstand, side of bed, inside the heat register and splatter marks that would make Grissom proud. I was thinking of posting pics of the devastation and putting random numbers on post it notes and rulers for measuring the immense heinousness of the scene but the evidence was clear, he did it. Pizza chunks confirm it and him lying in it was a good hint too. Maybe #2 came into his room and threw up all over him in his sleep and then left a deposit in the hall? Highly doubtful. If this was during the day I may consider this from him. That would be something he would try, but this late at night, there is just no way. He would be too sleepy and not want to put forth the effort.

I feel my draft number coming up. 75% of the tenants in this petri dish have been sick and I have been dodging a huge bullet. The city will use a ream of paper to tabulate and present our water bill to us. I have done more loads of laundry this month than rationed by the state environmental board. I will have to see if there is a filter on this new washer. I may have to clean the chunks of propelled stomach matter out of the system from all the said materials that have been vomited on in the last three weeks. I hear the washer is done, time for round two. Tide would have been a good Valentine’s Day gift.

No way...

Bullshit. #2 just beat me in Mario Supperslugger. A fricken 3 year old. He got 5 runs int he first inning. I thought, hey no big deal lets make it a good game. I scored 3 runs. In the game. I have reached bottom today.

Joke of the Day....

Here is a good one... bear with me on this. This was comedy hour at dinner between Grandma and #1.

Gma: Knock knock.
#1: Who's there?
Gma: Banana
#1: Banana Who?
Gma: Knock knock.
#1: Who's there?
Gma: Banana
#1: Banana Who?
Gma: Knock knock.
#1: Who's there?
Gma: Banana
#1: Banana Who?
Gma: Knock knock.
#1: Who's there?
Gma: Orange
#1: Orange Who?
Gma: Orange you glad I didn't say Banana?

yeah, I typed the fricken thing. And now for #1's reply...

#1: Knock knock.
Gma: Who's there?
#1: Orange
Gma: Orange Who?
#1: Knock knock.
Gma: Who's there?
#1: Orange
Gma: Orange Who?
#1: Knock knock.
Gma: Who's there?
#1: Orange
Gma: Orange Who?
#1: Knock knock.
Gma: Who's there?
#1: Banana
Gma: Banana Who?
Banana, I just got tired of saying orange.

Good night ladies and gentlemen!

Time with the boy...

I watched some history channel this evening with #1. Christ that kid is smart but cannot stop talking during my educational shows. It was about the Mt. Saint Helens eruption. We talked about volcanoes and mudslides and earthquakes. At least I talked about it. he liked the flowers that have bloomed since the eruption.

I don't know how to put this. I may be losing my mind slightly. I, forgot to put underwear on the young one this morning. He did not say a word, went to school and did not tell anyone. He came out of class and gave me a big hug, I looked down and he had a tiny plummer crack showing. I went to pull them up and saw he had no grunderpants on. I asked his teacher if he had an accident. She said he did not. I have no idea what the hell I was thinking this morning but I have no clue how I could miss that one.

I meet with the mechanic today. He took a look at the money pit of a Kia. He let me know we will need a new transfer case... and four new tires. All wheel drive vehicles require all tires to be exact pressure, wear and astrological sign. If we sell it we will still need to fix it. We could get away with not replacing the tires but by this time we have balanced the house against the success of the car. Dare I say we might as well keep it, what else could go wrong? I will start looking for parts.

Lost was good, it should be a good season but it will be good to see the end. Too many years of questions reminds me of puberty. It was good to see that end too.

Car ride home

I think it finally stopped snowing. I will have to shovel tomorrow. shitters.

On the way home, #1 asked if it would be funny if a beep-beep jeep was in 3d. Without going into much detail, I told him everything was in 3d. That was the beginning of a long conversation. #2 kept yelling out things he saw outside and asking if they were in 3d.

#2: Sign!
me: yep.
#2: I got it right!!

#2: tree!
me: yep.
#2: I got it right!!

He caught me off guard with...
#2: Black!

me: well, bud, black is a color and you don't see it that way.

looking outside, confused because it was night...

#2: I can see it out there.

I had nothing.


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