Sooo Lazy

Don't ask what has come over me but I have begun reading Moby's blog on a regular basis. Not sure why, I ran across it linked to a link linked to a news site. Anyway, I started reading it and now I think I'm hooked on it. He's got personal pictures on there, thousands I think. It's interesting reading about all his travels and he's even got some politics mixed in there. It's the whole working mids thing and not having anything to do but watch sucky AFN and surf the net. I've managed to spend hundreds of dollars school clothes shopping for a kid that's not even five yet. Quite ridiculous. On the plus side, I did finally sign up for TSP. I wish they would start matching but I heard it's in the works. We'll see.

I digress, tonight's subject is my laziness. I have tons of time here doing nothing and should be at my most productive... Instead, my brain is rotting on the Internet (see paragraph above). I should be learning another language, reading my butt off. Learning learning learning. Nope.

Everyday I bring gym clothes with me only to carry them home with a new excuse... every single morning. Sometimes the gym isn't open, other times I promise myself I'll change when I get home so I can run on a trail outside instead of around a mind-numbing track. Of course, I get home and take one good look at my bed and you know what happens. If those excuses are overused I just think it's too cold out, humans can't exercise when it's 58 degrees outside! I spend the entire 13-hr shift with my butt glued to a chair eating chips and cookies after I send someone out for burgers or chinese. Disgusting. Then I have the nerve to be ticked at skinny people and wonder why they're so fortunate. I guess they're not stuffing their face with microwaved cheese sticks and cups o noodles all night and then sleeping all day.

I'm disappointed in myself because I CANNOT get my house clean. It drives me insane! My mother would never have tolerated a house like I keep. I wasn't raised like this and it bothers me that Sam is immune to the clutter and mess around him. Now it's not that I am too busy, let's face it... I have time to watch tv and sit in a chair with my feet propped up. I should be cleaning, doing laundry, teaching Sam how to ride a bike... any number of things. Unfortunately, once the tv is on I'm busy staring at it and telling Sam to let me hear it. I should rid myself of the evil box in the living room but I know I won't. I can't handle the silence. Why is that? Why is the silence so disturbing? Really.

I've also managed to forget to buy milk, again. Sam hasn't had milk in two days, poor little buckaroo.

I think my entries are too long, I should work on that.

Tour de France

I just got the pictures back from our trip, I posted one of Sammy and me on Pepe Le Pew. I'm a retard with a camera. I took two pictures of the top of Zephyr's head when I was trying to get a shot of Lance. All said and told, I didn't get any pictures of Lance and the pictures of the other racers aren't that good.

I saw Krista in Heidelberg today. We were Airmen together and she went to Law School and got out. Our lives are now RIDICULOUSLY different, she's got more money than simple folk like me can imagine. Our visits always leave me to thinking... after the astonishment of her success wears off. Who's life would I prefer? I would live to have all that she has, including a husband that I love and that still loves me. On the other hand, I don't have many of the worries and concerns she has. I also am not afflicted by that terrible disease called perfectionism.

The most amusing thing to me was she totally called me out on something... We were talking about what I want to do when I retire. I said I didn't really know, when I was a contractor I didn't feel very fulfilled. I didn't feel like I was contributing to society, just making money for a business. She replies, "And you feel like you're doing that now carrying out Bush's policies?" Doh, that one hurt!

Anyway, here's a tard picture of the Tour de France... See if you can pick out Zephyr's head!

Pepe Le Pew

Let's start with Paris stinks. Not just, "Hmmm, that's smells bad." More like, "OMIGOD, I can taste that! Sweet death take me now!"

I know my homegirl in TX will be disappointed that I didn't eat any cheese or drink any wine but I was on a budget. The last night there we were going to buy some beer (for Zephyr) and wine (for me) and sit in the park looking at the magestic Eiffel Tower. Unfortunately, the markets were closed on Sunday so were ate dinner at a restaurant in the Eiffel Tower. Zephyr and I each got a liter of Heinneken because it was cheaper than wine. There we were... While everyone is looking refined sipping wine Zephyr and I are drinking beers so big and heavy we must use both hands. We were the picture of sophistication. We looked more like we should have been in a frat house. That should make you proud. The only cheese I had was the brie sandwich on the plane back to Germany.

Let me add I had no idea how much I liked living in Germany until we went to Paris. Thank God I don't live in France.

Where is Derek?

I caught up with Fitz and Christian but can't find Derek (some may know him as SPT, think about it). I hope he's doing all right.

Getting ready for the trip to Paris but I need to make a list of all the crap I have left to do. Surprise, surprise... I haven't finished packing. The travel agency gave me a tourist guide only one hitch--it's in GERMAN. Hello, you work for SATO. Think you could give me a guide in English? The best part is there's a section in the back translating simple/common phrases. From French to German, awesome. It's all good, this way I'll be sure to get all the French attitude.

Took Sam to the Zahnarzt (dentist). What a waste of time, I should have known better. He wiggled Sam's tooth and told me, "Yeah, not much change from last week." Well thanks, Flash. Wish I could have figured that out for myself, oh wait, I did. I asked how long before it should start tighten up. "I don't know, I wasn't there at the time of impact. I didn't see his fall." Whatever, maybe I should get out and become a dentist.

To top off my day my coworker, who likes fat chicks, keeps expressing interest in me.

Take a Deep Breath

So I'm feeling a little better now. My boss pulled me aside today to say he will continue to pursue another job opening. Maybe there isn't a huge conspiracy to coerce my separation.

So my little buckaroo was trying to show off for his friends and fell out of the window of a play cabin. He just about knocked out his front tooth and may wind up getting it pulled. The dentist put him on a diet of soft food which limits his meal choices. He's been eating pasta or mac & cheese almost every lunch and dinner since Thursday afternoon.

This whole blog thing is a little complicated. I can't tell my coworkers to check it out because I'll undoubtedly wind up griping about them and don't want the gripee to see all the insulting things I have to say. Also don't need word getting back to my chain of command that I think they are ass clowns! The only other option is stop complaining about coworkers... Um, improbable at best.

Oh well, I'll figure it out.

13 Years Down the Toilet?

So, I've put up with 13 years of crap and it looks like it may be all for naught. Can someone PLEASE explain to me why if I get a normal Mon-Fri schedule it's a special favor or exception but not for every other stinkin' Lt in J6? Oh, so what's-his-name has 3 yrs time in service and is single... let's keep him working Mon-Fri, 8:00-5:00. Let's take the single mom who's worked shift work for almost a year and move her in an office where she now gets to go TDY one week every month. Yes, I see how that makes sense. You see, "Lt Adsit, the reality is you're an officer in the US Air Force. Maybe you need to consider what your priorities are." The Air Force, apparently, is not compatible with raising a contributing member of society.

Meanwhile, his father is living it up in San Jose. No one giving him crap about the miscellaneous children he's abandoned on this earth. He's not explaining to people that he wasn't trying to trap someone in to marriage when he got pregnant. He's not a promiscuous dirt bag that got knocked up after a one-night-stand. No boss telling him, "My hat's off to you, I don't know how you do it but the Air Force can't make exceptions for people in your situation."

AGHH!!! I just can't wrap my mind around this!