April 20, 2013
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he asked?! I told it like it is...he laughs as if I'm joking. I'm laughing at the fact that he thinks I'm kidding. lemme back up. Brian and his peroxide girlie were (once again) jaw jackin' in the living room while I try and catch up on my shows (I was there first...whatever, it's fine, it's HULU, so I can rewind when they move to their room). blondie mentions something about Brian's OCD (because he was in the kitchen getting ready for work the next day). Brian asks me (smiling as if to be proud of his anal retention), and I said: "I'm regularly changing my routine to fit within his OCD regiment" [paraphrased]. it's beyond true. certain things like hanging Rosie's coat on the coat rack. he decides he wants his coat on the rack, so not wanting dog hair on his coat, he finds yet another place where I'm to keep her things (I say "yet another" because this is about the 4th move he's decided to make for her stuff). I don't mind change so much, but damn. imagine this one thing multiplied by 20. it gets old catering to his every whim. he doesn't pay enough rent to change everything to his liking, yet I guess I'm passive enough to let it go on. he'll get down right angry at my dog, even though it's her house. she's not wrecking anything of his...I'm OK with her dog being here (even though I was never asked if it was ok). you get the idea. I get up early the other day, remembering that I left the kitchen a mess. knowing that if I don't clean it up, he'll throw up his arms and clean it for me, even after I tell him I have all day to clean. anyway, this time I get up early and start to clean, he comes in (this being 5 in the morning) and asks why I'm up so early (again, I tell it like it is)? " I don't want the cleaning Nazi to get mad at me". and, once again, he laughs as if I'm joking
after grocery shopping yesterday, I make me some gigantic turkey cheese burgers (using the leftover tomatoes unt lettuce from my BLT fixin's). mmmmmmmms!
the weather outside is horrendous, so I play me a lot of golf indoors (PS3 Tiger Woods), power-nap and take smallish pooperdog walks in between bouts of rain, getting caught in a complete downpour more than once. the temp hovered right around freezing for awhile producing hail/sleet. we got three inches of precip within a small period of time making the small creek near the parks entrance over flow (reminiscent of a couple 3 years ago, when the bridge collapsed). this time the bridge stayed put, but the water was too deep to drive through in my shrimpy bat-mobile. this is the only entrance/exit to the park, other than driving down a two track through the next door farmers field. I thought it was an interesting ride in my shrimpy truck. it's even more interesting in a car that sits lower than the hump between the two wheel ruts
.Thursday, I hit the second hand stores and Chinese buffet, due to the weather being too bad for, say, (real) golf. of this whole week, there was only one day where I could bust out my lawn chair. I guess I'll need to take next years vacation in May. don't get me wrong, it's been great to have a complete week where I don't have to even think about the stalag. [oh crap, I'm thinking about the stalag whilst typing a sentence about not thinking about it. how do I flush this toilet in my head?]
anyway, the pooperdog and I just got done with a smallish walk. I'm gonna ramble out and find me some breakfast...
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