Life Is Good

Wow. I have a new chair! I'M BACK!!!

Well, at about 80%, but we've got to celebrate the small milestones to really appreciate those long term goals. What the hell am I talking about? ME! (what else, it's my blog, right?). At the end of last week I went to Best Buy and purchased a couple of movies and some disk sets, most notably Dave Chapelle seasons 1 & 2, and some seasons of the Simpsons, and this weekend I went to Wal Mart and bought a new office chair for my home. YES! These complete me!

No really! Let's go back for a moment: When my ex left, I knew my life was about to drastically change. I had never been in my house by myself, and had never truly carried that burden financially; he had always helped. Stuff like utilities and credit card payments were shared b/c he basically lived in Seguin, and all credit card charges were due to entertainment endeavors we both shared. When I was left with all that, I was scared out of my freakin' mind! Losing my best friend…sure sure, I'm made of stronger stuff, but creditors don't mess around! No amount of beer in the world makes you feel better about the fact that you can't pay your bills. Well, not in the long run, anyway. J

So this morning after I went grocery shopping I came home, put together my chair and realized most all semblances of my former life (most all the bad stuff) are now gone. The chair was the clincher; each time I sat down to my home computer I had to deal w/ a chair my ex broke (how many times did I tell him that unless you're under 10 and weigh 80 lbs or less, you can't sit back, Indian-style in a freakin' office chair?!?!) but this was so far down on the "to buy" list, I just dealt with it. Saturday, after I put it together, it dawned on me that chair is actually the beginning. My new bed has only ever been slept on by myself and Rootie (OK, sometimes the cat when I'm drunk), and in the past 10 days or so I've been able to get my lawn mowed, purchase DVDs to watch when I get home and want to unwind (the ex had taken all but 8 from my previous collection), I got haircuts for Rootie & myself, and shortly I'll have my exercise/guest room back (no disrespect to my roomie-she is awesome and I actually find myself missing her.) But I'm getting there!

All the crap I have struggled to either forget I need to do b/c I was too strapped to do them, or have had to charge to get done (going the wrong way when you're trying to get rid of debt), are now being paid for by yours truly, free and clear! I've paid my bills this month from current earnings, and will continue to trim the fat from my debt, and my ass (availability of exercise room could not have come at a better time), which are now all that's on the agenda. Sure my car will probably break, my A.C. may go on the fritz…I mean, I realize that I'm hardly set for life at this point, but it just all feels really good right now. And to my friends who read through all the bone-headed dumb assery I somehow manage to involve myself with, I want to share the good stuff too. Of course, that stuff isn't so interesting, huh? OK, here's one for the gipper:

Friday after work, I got flipped off by some blonde-haired, frat daddied little bitch at a gas station. I was at the corner store that sells the gas for at least 2 cents cheaper than what they advertise, and what they advertise is typically the cheapest around. So as you can well imagine, the place is always packed. There are only 4 pumps and usually at least 7-8 cars trying to get gas. So this kid (24-27) is at the pump and I'm waiting behind him. I notice that we drive exactly the same car-same color- everything. I'm checking out my new Simpsons DVD and look up to find that despite how busy the gas station is, he's not pumping gas. This tool is cleaning out receipts from his wallet while standing by the pump. So he's that kind of jerk; the moment he realizes he's got any little upper hand, or position of power over another, he automatically wields it. "Wut, you guys want gas? Well I'm here now, fuckers, so deal". One of THOSE guys.

But it gets better. He finally engages the pump and begins to fuel his car, and immediately decides to strip. Yes, I typed that correctly. First he loosens his tie, then he takes it off and puts it in his car. Next he slowly unbuttons his shirt, does the untuck, and reveals a wife-beater underneath, and his standard-issue tribal tattoo around his doughy right bicep. Yup, this guy is the very definition of classy. He may have rolled up in a Volvo, suit and tie, but he's all kinds of tough guy. I'm trying my best to busy myself w/crap in my own car, b/c you really can't encourage this kind of behavior. And nothing makes a guy more unattractive than a shitty attitude, as if I was into pasty, blonde, spoiled frat dads to begin with.

When he's ready to go he honks his horn. ?? This guy has about 3 feet behind him and 2 feet in front of him, which, having the exact same car this guy has, I know he can maneuver out of there. I back up another foot (that's now 6 FEET!), but I guess ingesting large amounts of semen causes some kind of depth perception problem b/c this guy STILL thinks he needs more room. He's in reverse but now stopped and honks again. I stupidly try to help him by telling him he has plenty of room to back up, (the old "come here" and/or "you have more room to back up" hand gesture.) For some reason Cochise thinks I want him to back his car into mine, and instead of backing up further, raises his left arm straight out of the window and shoots me the 80's bird (y'know, with the surrounding fingers at half mast); he then speeds away.

See. Told you you had enough room to get out. J

And William B. Leeds…I'm sorry that your parents didn't instill you with enough pride and sense to not act like a total asshole for no good reason, but at some point you should learn to take your credit card receipt with you when you choose to make obscene gestures at the person who is next in line to get gas. You got lucky this time though, because thankfully my parents did do a good job, so from one Volvo owner to another: Have a nice life.