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Tuesday, 24 August 2004
Bronze Blenders
Eight years. Today the wife and I celebrate eight years of marriage. According to statistics we are in pretty good shape to make it for the long haul. Some recent stats indicate that after five years of marriage the divorce rate drops significantly. Well three years ago I was just a few months into a new `better' job, the wife was working and we was on `easy street'. No reason for drama there. Now I'm looking to find yet another `better' job (after being informed that their really isn't any future for me at my current employer), the wife is about to run out of maternity leave and has no job to go back to and I am up to my eyeballs in debt!
They say that most marriages break down because of fights about money.
We don't seem to fight about it too much, we are too busy crying about it instead... poverty loves company...and kraft dinner (our Anniversary feast for this evening).
Apparently the eighth anniversary is the Bronze/Appliances Anniversary. I wonder how my wife would react if I got her a bronzed blender? What are the divorce stats on that?
I still think I have a good shot at making it to the Pottery Anniversary...but I will have to get some more stats to verify.
Bastard Out
Posted by Bastard Boy
at 1:27 PM EDT
Monday, 16 August 2004
wash, rinse, repeat
The reality seldom lives up to the expectation. How many times have you looked forward to a movie, a TV show, a concert, a birthday, a party, a wedding and so on, only to find yourself starring at your cold roast beef thinking `I could have watched the second disc of GF2'. Is it just me or do we all set ourselves up for disappointment on an on-going basis? My experience tells me that the movie isn't going to be as good as the trailer, I'm not gonna party like its 1999, I still won't get that Elvis Crown Electric shirt for my birthday and the band is going to be better on disc than live. Yet I still dish out $12 for a movie, I still take a cab to the wedding so I can have a few CC & Ginger ales, I buy the $125 ticket to the concert, and I still have a birthday each year (although I think I can be blameless for this one). Half way through the movie I realise that I put too much of that fake butter on my popcorn, the bar closes during dinner so any pre-roast beef buzz I had is gone by the time the desert comes, after 10 songs I realize that this band is only as good as the guest performers on their album and for some reason I always seem to have a killer headache on my birthday, that only gets worse as I pretend to enjoy myself to appease my family and friends (go home and let me sleep!).
So life is just one great expectation, resulting in a let down, wash, rinse, repeat. Damn depressing. Logically if I lower the expectations, the result won't be so: i.e. don't look forward to anything! 4 out of 5 dentist may approve, but I think that's even worse. Completely hopeless. This is how people end up looking so glum on the GO train each day. What can be more depressing than going to job that just doesn't deliver (i.e. you are not a rock star, professional athlete or self-made millionaire)? I'll tell you what's worse... expecting it to! Give up, no hope, no future! Eventually we all have to make that jump. That jump into the reality of our lives when we realise that we are not a fireman or race car driver or rock star (notice the 2nd reference to the rock star thing?) or starting running back for the Oakland Raiders circa 1984. Nope we are IT specialist (try plugging your computer up your...) or Customer Service Reps (yes sir I understand your frustration, but you can suck my...) or lawyers (yes your honour I would like to file this petition...yawn...for bankruptcy on behalf of my...yawn... no-name impoverished client) etc. etc. Well the job may suck, but there is that home life. It's 4:59 pm, and I can't wait to go home and clean the toilets, argue about what's for dinner, see how much my car insurance went up and find out which pet is sick now. Wash, rinse, repeat. That's why the faces on the GO train look glum coming home as well...
Nothing matters but the weekend, from a Tuesday point of view. Ah yes, two free days of freedom, ruined by a trip to Home Depot and Bed Bath & Beyond (ack: Old School). Gotta build a deck, get new drapes, increase the market value of my home and keep up with the neighbors. We just don't have time for streaking. I wonder why my wife says I'm miserable? Wash, rinse, repeat.
And then it's Monday October 20, 2003. Didn't sleep much last night. Apparently the big `expectation' is starting to rumble. Another let down in the works? Welcome to my world of the miserable. Wash, rinse...whoa, didn't expect that! Wash, rinse, learn to roll over! Wash, rinse, learn to sit up! Wash, rinse, learn to WALK! Wash, rinse, learn to TALK! Wash, rinse, learn to THROW A BALL! Wash, rinse, learn to RIDE A BIKE! Wash, rinse... I just can't wait.
The expectation doesn't hold a candle to the reality...who knew?
Posted by Bastard Boy
at 1:11 PM EDT
Updated: Monday, 16 August 2004 1:12 PM EDT
Friday, 13 August 2004
Doogie Howser vs My Bathroom usage
This blog thing reminds me of Doogie Howser. Remeber that show? The boy genius who at 16 is a practicing MD? Well if you recall he finished each show typing in his diary. He always ended it with some Davey and Goliath lesson that made no sense. Somehow this genius was able to learn a new life lesson every week... i guess that is what made him a genius. What did I learn this week? I learned that I used more water and sewage in July than June. How would Doogie see it?
'Even if you use more water & sewage doesn't mean your taking more dumps' - there, that's your lesson.
Posted by Bastard Boy
at 9:26 AM EDT
Thursday, 12 August 2004
WELCOME TO MY BLOG
Well I've decided to start a blog. I guess that people such as myself, think that people such as yourselves care to know what I am thinking. Is this the sign of a big ego? Maybe, but I, and I would assume other bloggers, just find some joy in writing crap. So here is my place where I will write my crap, and educate you, the plebeian masses...
I am not sure what topics I will discuss, how much will be fiction or how much will be fact. It doesn't matter does it? But I hope you enjoy the ramblings.
Last night I got home from work to an empty house, the wife and baby were out. It sucked, and I found myself watching the clock, thinking, `they got to be home soon, its almost bed time'. I walked around the house looking for something to do, but instead kind of felt lonely. Its only been nine months, but man oh man. Limited weekday hours and weekend `visits' just don't seem to be enough... Alas, the DVD called me and so I plugged in the Godfather part 2. I only watched the first disc.
"I knew it was you Fredo!"
Posted by Bastard Boy
at 10:09 AM EDT
Updated: Friday, 13 August 2004 9:25 AM EDT
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