"Livin' it up when I'm goin' down..."

I dunno if "Love in an elevator" sums up how I feel...

Except for the line "when I'm going down..."

Maybe not that even with the context of the song.

I'm feeling a little bit down.

Yesterday, March 23, was my birthday.

Normally, I feel pretty awesome and pumped up to go and do things on my birthday that are pretty darn fun.

Friday night, I was starting to get all pumped up and ready to do stuff for my birthday.

Unfortunately, I feel let down by my family.

Ellie and the kids didn't seem to want to provide any information or suggestions for it.

After all, this week is spring break.

I haven't been sleeping well for several reasons.

My arthritis has been getting me overtime.  My hands, feet, knees, hips, just hurt like a mother fucker.

I just realized something about the phrase, "Hurts like a mother fucker"... Why does a Mother Fucker hurt???  Should it be... "How bad does a Mother Fucker hurt, when a Mother Fucker, Fucking hurts?"

Well, nonetheless, I was hurting pretty damn badly.

I don't want to say that my family is selfish, but it seems like that.

For their birthdays, mostly Ellie, I ask several days earlier what type of stuff they want for their birthday.  Not just gifts, but what they want for their birthday. Food, activities, etc.

Often, I suggest things and help try to get things figured out.


This year, it seems like they didn't really want to help or interact.

I really wanted to get a chocolate vinegar cake (aka, whacky cake) with chocolate frosting.

Well, they just went to the store and bought a cake, which was OK... but it wasn't as if they asked me what I wanted.

I was feeling down, so I didn't really give a damn, but it does feel like they didn't give much of a damn.

Usually, we go out to dinner or have a nice/special dinner...

I was feeling like one thing for dinner, but decided I really didn't want it after all.

Well, I decided they wanted to see Insurgent, so we went to see it.

I really didn't care about watching it.

I did it for my family.

On the way home, since we didn't really have any breakfast, etc, I suggested we go to a local sandwich restaurant for lunch.

For whatever reason, they went to do something, while I spent over an fucking hour getting the girls' Kindle Fire's to connect up to Windows to allow me to copy files to them, so we can put non-Amazon books on them.

When they got home, I finally got the fucking Kindles to work correctly... The solution is REALLY stupid.

You have to go to the security or device options.  Then you tap on the device serial number 7 times in a row.

Then you can go to developer options, and turn off ADB-USB debugging, under developer options.

WTF would that option be turned on in the first place, by default?

So, last night, I suggested we just watch Amazing Spiderman 2, while we ate the fucking cake, and drank milkshakes from a local hamburger joint, which are really good.

I hated it last night... before we could watch the fucking movie, we had to wait for the girls to practice their fucking piano exercises.

I hate that we often have to wait for the girls to do the shit they should be doing on their own.

Doing/waiting for them to do the shit, they should do automatically, really wears on them.

During the week, they usually do it right after school, which is really good.

Over the weekends, etc.  They don't do anything, until late Sunday night... so if we were going to watch a movie or play a game, we have to put everything off, just to wait for them to do the shit, they forgot about.

I just assume to let them make mistakes instead of just helping them not have problems or encourage them to put things off as they can do it right at the last fucking minute.

Well, going back to yesterday morning, I woke up and was really fucking sore and in pain... I didn't sleep worth shit.

Ellie tried to snuggle up and tried to get "frisky" even though I told her right off, that I hurt really badly.  It wasn't tell I told her that I really, really hurt that she left me alone.  Then she acted all disappointed and hurt, because I fucking hurt.

Why do people do that?

Oh gee, you don't want to do what I REALLY want to do, then it's your fault that I'm disappointed... now I'm upset, etc, etc... blah, fucking blah...

At least it all fucking over today, and I'm back to work again.  Where I can just hide from them, and I can just be in my own little world.

One of the things, I really wanted to get, especially since I bought it for myself, is a swing arm lamp.

I don't normally like to work with lots of lights on... but I discovered that I can handle lights & stuff, if they're not directly in my eyes... I think it's called diffused or indirect lighting.   Just something where the light isn't right the fuck in my eyes/face.

Recently, especially yesterday, I have a lot of thick snot/shit that's been going down the back of my throat and I cannot get it to stop... So I spent several minutes or more an hour trying to get that shit out of my throat.

I wish that I could do the "loogie" cough to get that shit out of my throat... but it doesn't work.

Well.. I suppose I should just shut up for now and try to work & pay attention to the conference call that's going on right now.

'It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again'

That's from "The Silence of the Lambs".. in case you are one of the ignorants who don't watch disturbing thrillers.

This post has nothing to do with lotion or hoses, but perhaps it's more about me getting hosed by the IT guys.

A while ago, my laptop couldn't boot up correctly.

I went to the "IT" guys about it, to have them fix the encrypted MBR.

Well, these "experts" have no idea how to work with our company's drive encryption much less what an MBR really is.

Well, I figured it out, ran a restore of my entire drive, because that's the only method to restore the data, lay down a standard Windows 7 MBR.

After that, I let the corporate drive encryption take over and go for it.

The other day, my backup app freaked out over the drive again...

I scheduled a reboot chkdsk.

Only reboot did the same thing as before.

MBR is hosed... again.

I did the same boot process just to keep working yesterday.

Today, I wanted to keep working early, only to realize that if I was doing work that was only going to be stored locally on my hard drive, I wasn't going to be able to keep it very well.

So I've basically been dicking around for the past few hours, waiting for these "experts" to get in so I can get the drive replaced.

After the replacement, I'll do my restore, and all will be well with the world...

I expect...

The cat's need to drink from the piss pot is out weighed by my need to pee in the piss pot.

Since I'm not the only fish in the ocean, it means that I'm probably not the only one with cats who partake of a toilet toddy before turning in.

Of course with a cat, a toddy of this nature, doesn't have any effect.

A friend of a friend of a friend I had... Use to try and get their cats drunk or stoned.

When I was young man of 20ish, this was a funny thing to think of.

Certainly I never did it not was ever present when or if this took place.

OK... OK... OK...

It took place, but I really was never around, before, after, or during said rock party.

That reminds me of a teacher I had at the religious school I went to.  He was teaching us about Mosaic laws.  If you were caught in adultery, they had a rock concert, where only the guilty were stoned.

These days, as an older, wiser, conservative hunter type... I'd really consider very, very hard about phoning someone in who was doing that instead of the prospect of... "Let's see what fluffy thinks about shrooms."

Owning several animals over the years, I've come to realize, that while the humor prospect would be there, the reality that a pet is undergoing that is not funny.

So I guess my thoughts of  spiking the toilet bowl to keep that furry little bastard away from the shitter when I need it, are dashed.

Great... Now what?

Big Miss pointed out that her kindle has a cracked screen.

I pointed out that it would still work...

She brought it to me an hour later and the screen was worse.(she won't admit it, but she messed with it and made it worse.)

I looked on Amazon for a replacement, but the freakin Kindle Touch refurbished are almost as much as a kindle fire HD 6 are new.

I found a cool case that will be better than the ones we have been using too.

Total cost? $123.  Not to bad...

But...

More money than she has in hand.

Talking with Ellie before she left for piano practice with Little Miss, both of them have over $300 in savings.

There's a good chance kindle fires will be here next week...

Do I want one?

Sure.

Will I buy one?

Not until mine and Ellie's and the one Little Miss will abandon are all dead.

Might be another 5 years by then.  I've had mine for almost that long.

She really frustrates me sometimes

Ellie really gets to me some days...

Today, she texts me that she's got diarrhea and would I go and take Little Miss to piano practice.

I told her that I've had some too, but thought it was only me.

Big Miss stayed home from school today with the same thing.

Only Little Miss doesn't have it.

I said I would... (Even though I had it too.)

When she gets home she tells me that I have to pick up another kid and then take them to practice...

This other kid knows me, but probably won't know to go with me.  I also don't know where to get them.

After I get things closed up from work Ellie informs me she'll do it...

So u said to hell with it and now I'm typing this from the recliner....