It has been a while since I was here. I think pretty much everyone has abandoned all hope of getting any updates on my life and what I am doing. Posts lately when they have come at all have been cryptic.
My life has been trying lately. No not trying like I am trying to do something, but trying as in trying and difficult. I think in some ways I have been embarassed to show my face around here. Things haven’t been perfect and I didn’t want to whine and complain. Why? Becuase I hate complaining and even more than that, hearing myself complain.
Complaints are like vomit. They are disgusting and you feel them wrethcing up out from your gut and past a ceartin point there is no use in trying to keep them down.
I think we are at that point now. When I say we I mean me. There is nothing Royal about me lately other than Royal pain in the butt, or maybe Royale with Cheese.
No more living in posh San Ramon. We sold our house. It was a shame but I was back there yesterday and some of the houses were still on sale that were on the market before ours. We are f---ed but those guys, chances are they are double f---ed with double cheese. Yikes.
Yes, we have a place to live for now. My family spent a month with my parents. That was really hard for everyone. It was very generous of my parents to endure us. It was tough though. It was tough trying to be a dad with my mom there, well meaning as she was.
Now our downstairs neighbor complains if we make any noise past 9pm. Who goes to sleep at 9pm? And how is it that we are so loud and somehow he sleeps right through the trains running past our place every two hours? I feel safe asking these questions since no one reads thing thing any more. It’s official. I’m talking to myself.
I got to go to a Nascar event last weekend. I know what you are thinking. I thought to myself, *I don’t fit in with these dudes. I’m nothing like them*. Well actually I didn’t think that at all. I really enjoyed the event. I thought the guys I went with were great and I would go again given the chance. I mean Nascar fans are very salt of the Earth folks. But they weren’t mean to me or anything. The whole thing was a lot of fun. I don’t think I was trying to pass as a hick or anything either. I told them my name was mice. I wouldn’t chew tobacco becuase I find it disgusting, nor did I smoke any, not becuase I find cigars disgusting, but just becuase I don’t even know how to smoke and I didn’t want to start then.
Lately I have been moving between worlds and I want to enjoy all kinds of people, regardless if they “rednecks” whatever the h*ll that means, or liberals. I was in case you don’t know me when I was in college a painfully liberal guy. Being a dad has changed that somewhat for me. Really though I don’t think a single idology or party can fully represnt me any longer. I think about things and I try and make decisions in my own life that will be best for my family and the most amount of people possible. God knows what that makes me now, probably a nothing-a-tarian. Maybe I’m a Humanitarian since I eat humans.
How do you like my diptych? The top image is a thistle I had to snap when I was walking back to the car on out 2 or 3 mile hike at the Nascar event. The below are the nasty gas station silk-like flowers reserved for thoughtless boyfriends who think this will soften the blow one their girlfriends find out they have been cheating. Or so I say.
More later. For reals.
Today we dropped off our keys and garage door openers off at our old house. No more Green Tea Ice Cream house. No more formerly Orange house. I didn’t really have any gift for my Mom or my wife on Mother’s day as I spent all week moving boxes (100 in all) in my car to the storage area.
I can’t say were were overjoyed to leave it. It was a nice house and it is sad that we can’t stay now that the house is perfect.
I am happy that it has sold after nearly an entire year of trying. That is a lot of days spent cleaning. I have never lived in such a clean house.
Right now I am crashed out at my parent’s house. They are quietly unhappy with this state, though they keep telling me that they want me to feel welcome.
It won’t be long though. We will be out of here shortly. As for today, it wasn’t an especially nice Mother’s Day I think. Mrs. Mice is on edge and at one point she flipped me the bird. Normally I would find that endearing, but today was somehow strangely different.
I also missed going to Whole Earth Festival for the first time since I went in 1989. I missed seeing my friends and my ex-girlfriends. Yes, I like seeing my ex-girlfriends. They probably recoil in disgust like looking at Quasimodo.
I am hoping its going to get better from here on out. If it does get worse, don’t tell me about it, I will be busy riniging the bells.
The offer on the house fell through. That will teach me to count chickens before they hatch.
We are trying not to be upset. Easier said than done. You know what they say, best laid plans of mice and mice. Wait, no one says that.
Not sure about our plans to leave the area. Not sure about anything except that I am frustrated.
I saw Jumper today. It was not really a very satisfying viewing experience. It was cheesy and predictable and not really all that great. It was funny to see Sam Jackson and Hayden Christiansen in a movie together so soon after Star Wars 2 and 3. Sam with white hair is not a very convincing look. Still its better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.
Hope your day was considerably better.
More Later,
It has been a terrible day. The offer on our house has a real possibility of falling through. We are both saddened and also happy.
But what I really want to share is someone called us and left two messages. I think they must be a kid and I don’t think that is English they are speaking. If you have any idea of what they are saying please tell me.
We are all praying a lot around here. It’s not the end of the world though. There are a lot of things we don’t want to miss around here.
More Later,
Happy that they caught this guy before any damage could be done. Not happy that he thought that keeping explosives in his dorm would be a good idea.
What? This is my normal face!
Well despite all my grumbling about Father’s Day being lame and stupid I had a reasonably good one. My loving wife took myself ad the brood out the Chevy’s on Saturday evening which was pretty good considering. I had a weak Margarita which was just fine. DJ Sobe Real was only slightly a terror and Chevy’s is so damned loud no one could really notice. DJ got a balloon which was appreciated. While I can appreciate that DJ Sobe Real loves balloons, I myself have an unreasonable fear of balloons. I know its not going to hurt me. I know my fear is unjustified. However I just cannot stand balloons fro fear that they could pop unexpectedly near me. That being said no one is going to deny my kid of a balloon, including myself.
I woke up Father’s day expecting a card and maybe some oatmeal. Mrs. Mice is hilarious because she always manages to psyche me out and make me think I am getting nothing. I mean I deserve nothing, that is for sure. What I got though was a Wii. Oh yes. You are jealous. Ha Ha!
I also got a couple of framed portraits of the family minus myself. Everyone is smiling and its really something that would melt the heart of even the most hardened Yakuza.
We went to my sister’s house Sunday and we got to see my nephews who are awesome. We all swam in the pool including Check 1,2 on the Microphone. Who had a great time first time swimming not in a bathtub or sink.
I got to see my Dad and I told him he was a great Dad and the model for my Dad-ness. He made a joke about hoping I could do better but that is his usual self -depreciating humor. He really is the best Dad and has always used humor to make things better for me. I appreciate him and I understand him better than ever now that I myself am a Dad.
So despite all the whining and crying I had a great father’s day. Not even crying kids are going to bring me down.
