Last week ended on a definite up note. Then crapped out at the start of this one.
Managed to get the meeting required for the new Colonialtown identification signs. Now I just have to write up the rest and get some quotes. Thanks to a bit of last minute Word magic and Ramona’s advice I got some nifty spec designs for the peeps to peruse. It was positive and good turn out for an off-cycle month with bad weather.
Friday was Sam and dad hang out night. Christina caught some Cheesecake Factory magic with a girly friend while we chilled at home. Meanwhile, the Sam and I hit the bookstore. I was looking for “My Boring Ass Life: The Uncomfortably Candid Diary of Kevin Smith”, Kevin Smith’s new book but I never checked the date it was coming out. Since he has hocked it unmercilessly on his blog I figured it was out. Nope. Bastard. The kind clerk at the “Ask Me For Help” desk rattled off the date. I would have listened but I was silently pissed and working on a worthless purchase to satisfy the need. So I bought the latest Macworld (sucked), Videomaker (sucked worse) and a Anthony Bourdain book that I immediately put down to reread [insert any Elmore Leonard title] for the 34th time.
We make it home in the standard Florida shower. Sam plays and I manage to make it thirty minutes into The Killing before a cranky Sam propelled us into bedtime rituals thirty minutes early. He crashed pretty immediate and I ADHDed into PTI catch up session. It was an early bed for the parentals when Christina came home.
Sam and Christina headed out for is probably the new Saturday ritual of Story-Time and the DT library. Lucky for me I have a good excuse to stay home. My productive plans were waylaid by installs and updates, so I did battle with the Evil Palm in the front yard. The bastard lays ripened dates to rot on the ground. If I were to miss a bit I would be able oto refer to the smell rather than the street names for directions.
I tugged out the garbage can and sliced them off into it for the easiest cleanup ever. Weilding a serated claw shaped cleaver, something that looks like it would be shouldered by a horse riding Hun driving their bloody pat through Middle Age Europe but is actually a tool purchased from the Depot strictly for this purpose, I attack while the sun was still low enough not to blind me. The palm fights back by throwing up saw dust, rotted crumbs from its “branches” and bugs and nasty crap that lives in the belly of the beast. This was a new technique, the whole garbage can thing. It worked fairly well. I felt pretty confident that what was missed would be acceptable collateral damage that my lazy, fat ass could ignore and not pick up. I made up for it by grabbing the larger, more visibly junk around the yard a a few good trims of the flora and fauna.
Christina and Sam come home and we clean (new Saturday ritual since we may have de facto fired the house cleaner(Doh!)). We packed the f-unit (family unit in the lingo) up for a round of B-day for Noah who is turning two. Nifty. I listen to Christina’s bad directions and we wander around, manage to toss one of Sam’s sandals out on the road and visit lovely Heathrow/ Lake Mary. Excitement indeed. Christina cries uncle and calls for the easy way in.
Lucky for me there is football. Swapping between Florida and UCF is fine with me. Better still there is rumor of cake! The cake lived up to expectations but UCF did way more. Covering my fears of a double digit blowout they went further and made it for a great game. Hell yeah. It was good enough that the Florida game was abandoned as well as a short sidetrack to the Yankee - Red Sox game (WTF, football on Saturday, bastards).
We kept Sam the man up way too long, so we limped off to get him proper. I hit the record on Sportscenter hoping for a little highlight action. We crashed early again. I think we are old.
Next morning we crawled out early to drop off stools for Christina’s parents. A cheapy Craigslist fare. I watched as they put together a grill. There was a burnt meat feast ad some Wii action afterward thanks to Ben, Christina’s brother. Dude, I am so spending a bit of bonus on that, if I can find one. Christina schooled me on tennis but still was about as old as me on the Wii Fitness Test. Ha.
Monday was shit. Git to work and everything was wacky. Printers printing randomness, if they were printing. Computers throwing themselves off the cliff, lemming style. Someone that probably shouldn’t be offering technical explanations suggested a bevy of electrical storms over the weekend. Since the smarter people had nothing better to offer, that is what story we adopted, voted on unanimously. Rather than catching up on a couple of delinquent projects (anyone know how to get wordpress to work on fucking IIS other than doing the smart thing and using Apache) I spend the day running to stand still.
Home means dinner but late. I was delayed by random crap at work. Figures. A little panzanella and I am tired and left trying to get a bit down for the blogorama and a little editing for Episode 2.
Tomorrow better not suck or…
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