Has it really been a month? I guess blogging hasn’t really been on my mind. Just about everything else has been.

We just got Psycho Momia‘s car back to us 3 days ago. The insurance company put us through hell, but I won’t go into that.

The current thing is that the Fruit has really screwed me. When I took the “Brainiac” position, I was excited about going for training and certification. That excitement has dwindled now all the way to dread. For whatever reasons there are, I am now: Not going to California. Not going to be here for Smallest Child’s 4th birthday. Neither thing is sitting very well with me.

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I started writing this 3 days ago. Nothing much has changed, except that I am more resigned to it. This was something that I was looking forward to, and now I just want to get it over with.

Work on the attic continues on. A couple of weeks ago, we moved our bed in to there, and began sleeping alone for the first time since oldest was born. Definitely has it’s benefits. Lights on, volume up!
The down side is that I can only work on half the room. Once I have that half primed, we’ll move the bed to that side, and I can finish up the side we are sleeping in. There is no more framing to do, the dry wall is about 80%, and I’m taping and mudding. The house is so old, that even where I built in, nothing is even remotely square. Just about every piece of sheetrock needs to be cut, and seams have to be filled.

We also pulled down most of the plaster in the entryway, insulated and re-rocked. I added a light to the entry way, and replaced the worn out porchlight switch. I also have skim coated over the mess of plaster, joint compound and wallpaper on the interior wall. Remind me next time to just pull the plaster down, cuz it’s a true pain in the ass.

After a weekend in the 60’s, we are getting another 6 inches of snow today. Most annoying.

Psycho Momia’s wild ride.

Getcher minds out of the gutter.

We got Psycho Momia’s ride back yesterday. It’s mostly drivable, mostly unharmed, and currently disabled as there is a likelihood that there are a set of keys floating around for it.
The damage thus far seems to be limited to the following:

  • the rearview mirror has been pulled of the windshield and through the headliner. In the process, a largish chunk of glass was removed from the windshield.
  • The drivers window was left open about 6 inches through the last storm, so there was a lot of snow on the drivers seat. Some had melted.
  • The punks used the center console/shift tower as an ashtray. I haven’t yet seen any burns elsewhere, but I won’t be surprised if I do.
  • the front plate and holder was torn off
  • the car now handles like the 100 year old roller coaster at Lake Compounce. Shaky, rattly, and harshly. The tards must have thought it was a real SUV.
  • A completely random list of stuff is missing:
    1. A handmade copy of Nine Inch Nails’ latest disc – the slip (with a custom case by me). There were a half dozen other NIN discs left behind.
    2. Blood Sugar Sex Magick and Suck My Kiss (CD Single). Again, there were 4-5 more Red Hot Chili Peppers discs in the car.
    3. My brand new, never made it out of the car after the show, bought from the man himself, copy of Voltaire’s “To The Bottom of the Sea”, with, you guessed it, several more Voltaire CD’s left behind.
    4. A bag of about a dozen Kids books. Naturally, they were bigger books – meant to keep small children busy on long rides.

I don’t have all the details on how it was found, but I do know it was found less than a mile away from here at an apartment complex.

From what I do know, and have surmised via little bits of info here and there, they have been driving it for the last couple of weeks. They put around 70 miles on it. They live fairly close by. The fucker who was last driving it was shorter than my mother in law.

In the end, I simply wish that the two of them live in interesting times. And get butt raped by Bubba.

I’ve got to bring it to the claim center, and see what they have to say.

A journey through the mind Of a Tattooed Dad.