I quit smoking two weeks ago today. It’s been pretty fucking difficult and still is pretty difficult. I know it will get easier but am still waiting.

Right around the time I quit I also got sick as hell with a pretty bad head cold. I thought for a couple of days that I had come down with the flu even though I knew better. I doctored myself up with Zicam, NyQuil, Mucinex and Synutab and muddled through a few days until I thought I was over it. So much for that.

For a few days now I’ve been feeling dizzy and lightheaded. At first I thought it was just from not smoking anymore and then for the last day or two I was afraid that perhaps my blood pressure was fucked. While I have always had great BP, when the wife quit smoking her’s all of a sudden got funky and they had to put her on medication to regulate it.

Thank goodness it wasn’t either of the above, but more on that later.

While I was on vacation I saw the eye doctor who decided it was time for bifocals. The results are now in…

It’s a crappy webcam photo but you get the general idea. I think I look pretty fucking good actually. Now I just have to get used to the got-damned things. I did get the transitions so I won’t have to worry about swapping to sun-glasses when I drive, which will be nice.

I picked them up after my meeting this evening and then paid a visit to the local doc in the box to get looked at for the dizziness.

As the wife suspected, I have an ear infection. They prescribed a 10-day course of antibiotics and the doctor also offered to jump start it with a shot. What the hell, I figured. Anything to get rid of this a bit faster. How wrong I was.

A short while later the nurse comes back in with TWO syringes and says, “did doctor say you would be getting two shots?”

One shot, two shots, what’s the difference anyway.

I pull up my shirt sleeve and the nurse just shakes her head at me. Those things were meant for my ass apparently.

I followed her directions and dropped trou, leaning up against the bed thing whilst she jabbed me once in each hip, telling me during the first one “don’t scrunch, it only hurts more.”

I’m sorry but I am here to tell you that when you get pointy things near my ass I’m all about getting all scrunchy and flexy so as to protect the old poop chute.

So here I sit on my sore ass. I’ll be heading to bed soon if I can’t find any degenerates to post about at the crime site.

Whatever it is, I hate spam and spammers. At least they make it easy to tell real comments from spam. I suppose it could be much worse.

I'm pretty testy(cal) today. Comes from working four weeks straight with one day off in each. I'm glad the holidays are over now. Only thing I'm concentrating on now at work is fixing a few things and trying to get put on the "selectable" list for promotion.

Both of the other district managers out here that I am friends with put in their applications at the same time I did and while I most likely did much better on the deductive reasoning portion of the test one of them has been a district for ten years. I figure she and I will end up being put on the list, not sure about the other. That doesn't guarantee promotion though. The levels down from me are pretty much promoted using the FIFO method. Whoever has been on the promotable list the longest gets offered the position first. If they for some reason turn it down it goes to the next.

Once you get up to my level it is strictly based on ability (or in some cases brown nosing). I'm not very good at brown nosing but I have mucho experience and ability so hopefully will be able to pick up another six or so stores at some point in 2010. I am relatively certain now that it won't be this month though. I am pretty sure that the next guy that will be taking the position is just going to be a lateral move.

While all that promotion stuff would be gravy on the cake all I really want now are my days off :) which start tomorrow.

mañana

I stopped by Scissorhands the week of Christmas to get my normal trim. The hair has been getting a bit shaggy lately and even with the extending forehead my hair still grows at a tremendous rate.

Just not all over.

Anyway, the girl that was there either didn't understand what I wanted or was just tired and I wasn't paying attention. I keep it very short on the sides and back and a bit longer on the top. When I got home we noticed that it was longer on the back than the sides. Sort of like a retarded mullet or mohawk. Not only that but the back wasn't even either. The left side was slightly longer than the right.

I dealt with it for a couple of days and it was Monday before I had any time to spare. By the time I made it over there they had already closed, dangit.

I chose the next best solution and asked the wife to just buzz the shit, which she gladly did (with a bit of glee in her eyes as a matter of fact). All went well except for the part about shaving OBAMA into my pubic regions. That's where I draw the fucking line. Oh, yeah. I forgot about that part didn't I?

I hate getting all of that hair on me and always hop right into the shower after I shave my head. It's worse when all that crap gets all over my clothes and stuff, so when we went in I stripped and got a nekked haircut. Seemed like a good idea at the time.

My kids have some sort of radar for where we are. Neither the wife or myself can leave the room for more than 3.5 minutes without a child looking for us. For what you ask? It doesn't fucking matter. They just want to know where we are. The Marine is no different. Almost 21, been in the Corps for two and a half years but damn if you leave the room, he's sure to follow shortly after.

You see where this is going now?

About halfway through the haircut in walks the Marine, who says "Oh Wow" and beats a hasty retreat due to the magnificence. Either that or the pasty white of my ass cheeks scared the bejeesus out of him.

It was quite a while before the wife and I could stop laughing and continue the haircut but damn it sure was worth it. One more year of counseling for the children...

Anyway, here's to hoping you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving. I'll spend the greater part of the day working unfortunately but should get a bit of family time later this afternoon.

Here are a few of searches from the last ten hits here (which is about 18 hours...)

1. nsfw thong
2. teen dog sex fucking
3. strippers fucking
4. teens fucking videos

WTF? Looks like some of you folks will be next to be featured on the front page of my crime blog.

And the total top searches since I moved over here?

7. zombie survival quiz - 10 hits
6. ask.com - 10 hits?
5. tramp stamp - 10 hits
4. thongs nsfw - 17 times
3. skull fuck - 32 hits
2. gay skull fucking (slightly more popular) - 40 hits
and the winner...
1. skull fucking (or skullfucking along with a couple of other combinations) - 1112 hits WOW!

I just don't know what to say about some of these. Is it a reflection on me or YOU?

I had just finished a chat earlier with this crazy bitch I wrote about at my crime blog (an entirely different story there) the other day when I came across this. How fucking true...

Update --- The pic isn't the chick I was chatting with. After I posted it I realized how that sounded. The one I chatted with is here.

What can I say? It's been a long fucking week.

Anyway, I've been browsing a few of my RSS feeds for a story to post to my crime blog. I think I've found one. This special-ed teacher that actually paid a student after he had sex with her. She's not bad looking either. Sweet deal. I didn't have too many hot teachers and I damn sure never knew of any that would pay to have sex. Now I know why I hate people and it's not because they don't pay to have sex with me either.

I'll get to the point sooner or later. My mind seems to be jumping around on me this evening. As I said, I was sitting there contemplating hot special-ed teachers when I get a call from one of the cooks in one of my restaurants. She says "What are we going to do about this, boss"?

"About what" I asked?

"Did you not get my text message?"

"nope"

"We have roaches"

silence....you could almost hear the fucking crickets chirping in the background...

"OK" As in what the fuck do you want me to do about it?

"I moved the coffee machine and a couple crawled out onto the backbar"

Well hell, let me jump right the fuck in my car and rush down there and kill the roaches for you. I'm not doing anything else important right now.

It took quite a bit of will-power to actually say "I'll make sure to call our pest service Monday and get them out there"

Silence...

"And there's a dead rat on the back porch"

Silence...

Crickets....

"OK"

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Throw it away and wash your hands after?"

I explained that working in a restaurant (that she has been employed at for six fucking months) you are bound to see the occasional roach no matter how clean the store is because even if I have the exterminator out every two days roaches come in with our vendors. The bread people, the produce truck and the big delivery truck on Wednesdays. I've run the cleanest stores on this side of the state and I've run some really nasty ones as well and one thing that is constant is always fighting the flies and roaches and an occasional rodent that comes in through the back door when you aren't looking. She still sounded confused when I hung up the phone with her. I think she actually expected me to shout "Oh No! Roaches. I'll be right there to kill the cocksuckers!"

So I check my unchecked text messages and sure enough there it is "We got bugs INSIDE the store boss. Like Roaches" Yep, I got it.

Then the very next message was from one of my waitresses that's working with this brain surgeon. "Look i found me a new pet out back lol" hehehe. And the picture to accompany the message?

Damn, but that's an ugly little fucker. Perhaps the manager's special tonight should be chili...

So ramble I will...

I start my ten day vacation on Monday and it's much-needed and most likely almost as much-deserved. I've been working my as off as usual and am looking forward to the time off.

The last couple of summer vacations we've taken have been fairly busy. Last year of course was seven days spent at Disney World (which we returned to this April for a few days less) and was a week's worth of 18 hour days. By day six I was so fucking exhausted that we decided to just leave a little early. None of that this vacation, although it will involve a little bit of driving.

Bright and early Monday morning we're driving to Hilton Head where I've reserved a room (actually more of a suite) at a bed and breakfast on the south side of the Island. It's about a five hour drive and then two days of fun not quite in the sun. According to the weather it'll be stormy while we are there so me may end up doing more hanging out and shopping than actual beach time.

Wednesday the wife has to catch a cab for Savannah where she will fly back to Atlanta and then on to Texas to meet up with some blown-eyes. There girls and I are going to continue our adventure and head up into the Mountains. I'm taking them to the Cherokee Indian Reservation in NC for a couple of nights and then on to Gatlinburg and Chattanooga. I don't have any definitive plans for those four days right now. Just mainly playing it by ear although I do have some ideas. We may stop in on a certain straight white guy and his lovely wife if they are around. They are pretty much on the way from Gatlinburg to Chattanooga and I would hate to bypass them without at least stopping in for a chat.

Well...there is more I need to catch up on here but it's about ten of six and I need to be in the shower and leaving for work about ten minutes ago. Perhaps this afternoon I won't be so neglectful and will stop back in.

The house above us has had three owners since it was built a few months after we moved here. I knew the original home owners through work and it was obvious from the moment they moved in that they wouldn't be there long. When they were foreclosed on they stripped the house of anything of value and disappeared. The second owner rented it out to a pretty nice couple for a year or so and then they moved on. He sold the house after that. I haven't had the chance to get to know the family that bought the house this year but they seem pretty nice as well.

The house just below us was owned for a few years by a really cool family who we became friends with and our children played together. Unfortunately the husband ended up taking him a job with a hell of a commute. He works on the North Slope in Alaska. He works a week and then takes a week off. They decided to move to the midwest to be closer to family as well as halfway to his job. I hated when they moved. The second owner (who still owns it) is a semi-hot chick that we got to know a little bit. She's pretty cool but unfortunately decided to rent the house out last summer to some folks from the area. It's not that they aren't nice people or anything but it seems as if an entire fucking clan is living there. Trucks and cars parked all over the yard, people coming and going all the time. I just get a weird vibe from them. The good news is that this larger-than-life family is in the process of moving out. There's a dumptruck looking trailer sitting out from right now that they are throwing their shit into. They can't seem to pay their rent on time so the chick decided not to renew their rental agreement this year. I can't tell you how happy that makes me.

She's got the house on the market again but if it doesn't sell anytime soon she and her fiance will be moving back out here. They are both pretty cool, and he is in law enforcement as well, which is a nice bonus.

The fact that the large family next door is moving is what prompted me to write about it. I was actually in a much more snarky mood than what I have written, I just decided I didn't feel like being an asshole about it. It also got me to thinking about how we don't really know a lot of people in the neighborhood very well, which is a sad thing. I don't even know the name of the newest group of neighbors and the husband works at the same school as my wife.

Being as how I'm not exactly Mr Friendly I don't guess I'll be rectifying the situation any time soon, it just seems to distress me a little bit.

I didn't sleep for shit last night. In bed at midnight, up at 2AM, up again for work at 5:30ish. Although it was officially my day off one of my managers is off as well so I am responsible for staffing and whatnot. Wednesday being payroll day I had to show up at 6:30 and send that stuff to the office and then pressure wash one of the sidewalks at another one of my stores. I managed to finish that stuff up shortly before lunch so went and got a haircut, which looks mighty fine, I might add.

Arrive home at noon, plant a bunch of flowers, vines, a bush or two. Cleaned out the other pond, which was really nasty. Nasty enough so that I couldn't see my hand when I stuck it in to pull out the plants. Got this one huge 3'x3' mass of lily pad roots and miscellaneous garbage that they have grown around. From the bottom it looks like hundreds of snakes or worms all wriggling around. Like I said, fucking nasty. Trimmed back the Wysteria and wove some of the extra in around the wiring which brings us to right now.

I also put in some kind of pond grass that the wife picked up from a friend. Half of it in the pond and the other half just outside as an experiment to see if it will grow. It get's these really cool purple flowers but other than that I have no idea what it is.

Now that I've showered and am starting to fel a little better I think I might print out a burn permit and get rid of a couple of piles of brush that are just sitting there calling my name. I'll have to wait a little while though. The girls have to be picked up from school in a half an hour or so and I need to put a couple of posts up at my other sites anyway.

Hell, the day's only halfway over. I'm sure I can find something else to do as well. I know my seedlings need to be watered but I can do some of them while I'm burning.