Stupid tired!
This could be a fun read. I'm stupid tired, so who knows what will come flying out of my fingers and onto the page you're reading.
It's been a long week and a couple of nights of not sleeping well and getting up at "are you kidding me?" in the morning have worn out yours truly. I mean that. I'm tired. I had a maybe dinner date that didn't quite pan out tonight because I wasn't the only one tired.
I talked to her later in the evening and mentioned that, all things, considered, I'd have preferred splitting a pizza with her because now I have to do dishes. I made her laugh. I have to be good at something, so why not that? I see myself in the mirror. I need all the help I can get.
I didn't eat lunch today, or breakfast for that matter. I went to the movies with the kiddo last night and didn't arrive back home until after ten. At that point, all I wanted was bed. When the alarm went off this morning, I traded extra sleep for some time to get things, including me, ready.
I found out two very important things today. One: they make fertilizer with ammonia or urea.
Two: the trunk in the Chevrolet leaks when it rains. I had a coat in the trunk of the car to avoid the conglomeration of dog hairs from taking Bucket bye-bye with me. I spilled some fertilizer in the trunk the other month and forgot about it. It melted and made said coat smell a lot like cat pee.
Concentrated cat pee.
Guess who went without a coat today at work. Fortunately, I wore a thrermal undershirt.
I see some Febreeze and a carpet cleaner in my future. After I get what's left of the fertilizer vacuumed out of the trunk. One way or another the Chevy is getting a bath tomorrow afternoon. The coat already did.
I had to fix my furnace yesterday. The downstairs furnace was not working properly, so I bought a furnace filter for it last night. When I pulled the old one out, I noticed that the drywall guys drywalled over the opening for the furnace to draw air in. This opening is commonly called the cold air return. I found the vent cover for it leaning up against said furnace. I own a saws-all and a drill and some spade bits. There is now a proper opening for the furnace to get combustion air, a fresh filter, and a properly installed vent cover.
I did this under the supervision of a five year old girl. I mentioned it to Miss June, who did not believe me and had to see for herself that what I said was true. I'm not kidding. She was adamant that I had no idea what the hell I was talking about.
Until she saw it for herself.
So, that happened.
If you've known me for any length of time, you know that my hair will look like I've never combed it in my life five minutes after I brush it. I know that about me. When I went to the store to get dinner, I saw a woman who was not dressed well and I made some judgments in my head about her appearance. That's when I got reminded that I was at the store, in work clothes, hair skewampus, and that maybe I didn't look all that well either.
I kinda got convicted about that. I mean, who am I? Maybe that woman had been ill and it was her first day out. Maybe she's having a rough time and didn't feel like looking her best just to go to the store and get some things. Maybe she was stupid tired too, and didn't feel like wearing what I thought she ought to. Maybe a lot of things, and maybe I ought to worry about me and quit worrying about her or anybody else.
I told y'all that's why I don't judge. That finger points back at me.
Me and the kid went to see Venom. I actually had an uneventful drive to and from Salt Lake City. That's a great thing. I always like going to the movies with my kid. He texted me Wednesday night about ten and asked me about it. I said yes and picked a time frame. I said 7 ish because it was ten at night and all I wanted to go was sleep. But when my kids text me, I'm all about answering them. I don't care what time it is! I have a short list of people for doing that with. My kids, I always have time for. Anyway, yesterday morning I texted the kid and asked him what time the movie started. He buys the tickets. I buy the popcorn and drinks.
No response. I call his mom, who has to wake him up. He tells me, "I thought you said seven."
So, seven it is, and I deal with the furnace. At about twenty after five, and me being in Ogden, him in Murray, and the movie in West Jordan, he texts me and asks: "is 6:40 OK?"
I reply, "leaving now".
He asks follow up questions: I reply.
But not to the kid. To someone who looks a lot like my cancelled dinner date from tonight who has no idea what the hell I'm talking to her about.
Whoops! Wrong human being.
But I don't find out about this right away because I don't look at texts while driving on I-15. So the kid has no idea past "Leaving now" and she had no idea what "we'll try" and "depends on the traffic." mean.
I had a spare key made for the house tonight after work. I did not choose a standard key. The girl who rang me up at the hardware store asks me, "Is this for you?" I thought she meant am I buying this, so I said yes.
The look on her face was priceless and I can only imagine the look on mine when the light went on and I realized what she'd asked. Said key is pink and black.
There's an old joke among Air Force maintainers about this mythical figure called the "regular crew chief." That's the person in charge of the airplane. Today, I got watched over, and didn't get to do everything myself, but today, today, I was for the first time in 35 years,
The regular crew chief.
I fixed myself dinner tonight, as I mentioned. I had Tikka Masala. I cut up and browned the chicken and opened a jar of sauce. The rice cooker made the rice. I fixed dinner. And as I mentioned there are dishes.
And they'll wait until tomorrow afternoon, because, as I said:
I'm stupid tired.
It's been a long week and a couple of nights of not sleeping well and getting up at "are you kidding me?" in the morning have worn out yours truly. I mean that. I'm tired. I had a maybe dinner date that didn't quite pan out tonight because I wasn't the only one tired.
I talked to her later in the evening and mentioned that, all things, considered, I'd have preferred splitting a pizza with her because now I have to do dishes. I made her laugh. I have to be good at something, so why not that? I see myself in the mirror. I need all the help I can get.
I didn't eat lunch today, or breakfast for that matter. I went to the movies with the kiddo last night and didn't arrive back home until after ten. At that point, all I wanted was bed. When the alarm went off this morning, I traded extra sleep for some time to get things, including me, ready.
I found out two very important things today. One: they make fertilizer with ammonia or urea.
Two: the trunk in the Chevrolet leaks when it rains. I had a coat in the trunk of the car to avoid the conglomeration of dog hairs from taking Bucket bye-bye with me. I spilled some fertilizer in the trunk the other month and forgot about it. It melted and made said coat smell a lot like cat pee.
Concentrated cat pee.
Guess who went without a coat today at work. Fortunately, I wore a thrermal undershirt.
I see some Febreeze and a carpet cleaner in my future. After I get what's left of the fertilizer vacuumed out of the trunk. One way or another the Chevy is getting a bath tomorrow afternoon. The coat already did.
I had to fix my furnace yesterday. The downstairs furnace was not working properly, so I bought a furnace filter for it last night. When I pulled the old one out, I noticed that the drywall guys drywalled over the opening for the furnace to draw air in. This opening is commonly called the cold air return. I found the vent cover for it leaning up against said furnace. I own a saws-all and a drill and some spade bits. There is now a proper opening for the furnace to get combustion air, a fresh filter, and a properly installed vent cover.
I did this under the supervision of a five year old girl. I mentioned it to Miss June, who did not believe me and had to see for herself that what I said was true. I'm not kidding. She was adamant that I had no idea what the hell I was talking about.
Until she saw it for herself.
So, that happened.
If you've known me for any length of time, you know that my hair will look like I've never combed it in my life five minutes after I brush it. I know that about me. When I went to the store to get dinner, I saw a woman who was not dressed well and I made some judgments in my head about her appearance. That's when I got reminded that I was at the store, in work clothes, hair skewampus, and that maybe I didn't look all that well either.
I kinda got convicted about that. I mean, who am I? Maybe that woman had been ill and it was her first day out. Maybe she's having a rough time and didn't feel like looking her best just to go to the store and get some things. Maybe she was stupid tired too, and didn't feel like wearing what I thought she ought to. Maybe a lot of things, and maybe I ought to worry about me and quit worrying about her or anybody else.
I told y'all that's why I don't judge. That finger points back at me.
Me and the kid went to see Venom. I actually had an uneventful drive to and from Salt Lake City. That's a great thing. I always like going to the movies with my kid. He texted me Wednesday night about ten and asked me about it. I said yes and picked a time frame. I said 7 ish because it was ten at night and all I wanted to go was sleep. But when my kids text me, I'm all about answering them. I don't care what time it is! I have a short list of people for doing that with. My kids, I always have time for. Anyway, yesterday morning I texted the kid and asked him what time the movie started. He buys the tickets. I buy the popcorn and drinks.
No response. I call his mom, who has to wake him up. He tells me, "I thought you said seven."
So, seven it is, and I deal with the furnace. At about twenty after five, and me being in Ogden, him in Murray, and the movie in West Jordan, he texts me and asks: "is 6:40 OK?"
I reply, "leaving now".
He asks follow up questions: I reply.
But not to the kid. To someone who looks a lot like my cancelled dinner date from tonight who has no idea what the hell I'm talking to her about.
Whoops! Wrong human being.
But I don't find out about this right away because I don't look at texts while driving on I-15. So the kid has no idea past "Leaving now" and she had no idea what "we'll try" and "depends on the traffic." mean.
I had a spare key made for the house tonight after work. I did not choose a standard key. The girl who rang me up at the hardware store asks me, "Is this for you?" I thought she meant am I buying this, so I said yes.
The look on her face was priceless and I can only imagine the look on mine when the light went on and I realized what she'd asked. Said key is pink and black.
There's an old joke among Air Force maintainers about this mythical figure called the "regular crew chief." That's the person in charge of the airplane. Today, I got watched over, and didn't get to do everything myself, but today, today, I was for the first time in 35 years,
The regular crew chief.
I fixed myself dinner tonight, as I mentioned. I had Tikka Masala. I cut up and browned the chicken and opened a jar of sauce. The rice cooker made the rice. I fixed dinner. And as I mentioned there are dishes.
And they'll wait until tomorrow afternoon, because, as I said:
I'm stupid tired.
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