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2 weeks to the day
Aug 6th
Casey wrecked his car already.
In his story he was driving home from work Monday night and out of the corner of his eye someone exited a bar on his left and aimed towards him so he looked over, taking his eyes off the guy in front of him. That guy missed him, but apparently the man in front of Casey came to a stop and Casey couldn’t stop in time and swerved but still hit him and pushed that car into the car stopped in front of him. No seat belt on so his forehead slammed into the steering wheel.
Other than that he’s fine. Just a little sore around the shoulders from bracing for the hit. Apparently the car is totaled. He’d peeled up the hood, one whole side and the windshield is shattered. Luckily he has insurance, so we’ll have to see how the whole thing works out.
This kid has shit luck, I swear. Every time life is going well for him he does something stupid and down he goes again. I spent all yesterday at his new house, driving him all over and letting him use my phone to make the calls. But that’s way over on 7th Ave and Baseline! I don’t plan on going over there too often. Nice little house, but they’re waiting for carpeting in the bedrooms so the beds are set up in the living room. Kira likes it because it’s all ceramic tile and her Screeches echo something fierce!
Wonder what happens next!
Come Saturday Morning
Jul 26th
Of course, up at 5. For no reason. This is going to be a really long day.
First stop, gas.
Second stop, breakfast.
Third stop, groceries.
At some point today I have GOT to get my car washed. I’m embarrassed by it. Earlier this week I agreed to meet up with friends and go to the swap meet today. She’s on a mission for a specific item, I just want to hang out with them. And I can’t remember if I’m supposed to meet them at 10 or 11.
I have GOT to color my hair today. Yet another thing I’m embarrassed about. My roots are glowing! There’s a birthday thing for a new friend at The Yucca Tap tonight. Maybe I can hang out with Ladawn this afternoon and talk her into coloring my hair. I hate doing it myself. I always miss some obnoxious spot. She’s going tonight too. I hate that just about everyone I currently hang with is in Tempe/Chandler and I’m way out here across Mesa. With the price of gas, I hate driving back and forth.
Though I miss doing Wingin’ It 3D, I certainly don’t miss that drive every weekend.
Only 33 days left til Dragon*Con! Only 19 days left til NME! Okay, I’m still not positive about the NME thing. I want, I want, but my options at the moment are to ride up with my son and his bunch, ride up with a friend – who always seems uncomfortable around me so I dunno if he’s shy or if he’s just being “nice” – either way that might be a really uncomfortable trip, or I shell out the dough and fly. I don’t have a room yet either. Can’t decide anything until Paycheck Friday, then see how the rates have gone up since last time I checked. I WILL NOT let NME financially interfere with D*C. Priorities!
Yeah, that was weird about the timing. I mentioned to Casey about going to Vegas that weekend and he wanted to go. Not to the event, just ride up and back together. That evolved into his whole gang going for the same weekend . . . one big no-kids partying weekend! Culminating with a trip up the Stratosphere on Sunday to surreptitiously dump Ed’s ashes from the top. Dunno if that’s legal. I doubt it. But Ed loved Vegas and that’s what he always said he wanted. Okay, he was always intoxicated when he’d say that but what the hell.
Hey, it’s finally late enough for stuff to be open! Off I go . . .
A Little Song, A Little Dance, A Little Seltzer Down Your Pants
Jul 23rd
Whodafuck uses seltzer anymore?
Ain’t had much to say lately that isn’t the same old shit.
Apparently the Ex has someone reading my LJ and I say welcome to it. My opinion, my journal, bite me. Feel free, dear reader, to post comments. Just don’t be a pussy and make them anonymous posts. You got something to say? Back it up with a name.
Found out on MySpace that my niece is preggers. Laughing a little that my evilsister is going to be a grandma soon. Though she’s five years older than me, I always hit most of life’s milestones before she does. She beat me to the divorce thing AND has since remarried – for the better I think. I don’t like him, but she’s happy and he’s still around after umpteen years. Good on ya.
Casey ended up with a red Dodge Neon. I babysat yesterday so his roommate/babysitter could get some business done. Not today though! I have stuff to do!
I’ve been sticking pretty close to home the last few days. Gotta make that dollar stretch, you know. I figured out that once I pay my bills on the first of the month, I will have money for NME in Vegas AND a bit for D*C. I just don’t have any money now. Catching up on my car payments really left me broke. No regrets, just makes it tough.
Tonight I’m going back to Gangplank and this time I really need to jot down these steps. My memory sucks and I don’t want to screw this up.
Something going on Friday night. Something going on Saturday night. Hey! I finally have a life! Go me.
Where does the time go?
Jul 19th
I feel like I haven’t had 10 minutes at home. Besides sleeping, that is. In and out. My DVR must be ready to explode.
Thursday morning I took Casey over to look at the available cars on this one lot. The deal is, every car on the lot is the same price, you’re actually paying for a certain level of warranty. Finance $8,999 – $10,999 for a warranty and a little down payment gets you a car. Anyway, he needed to gather paperwork so we had to come back the next day. Dropped him off at work and went to hang out at Ladawn’s. Fantastic lunch – she’s a pastry chef when the kids are back at school – and then we took the kids to the pool.
HUGE MYSTERY:
These whatchamacallits were spread out next to the pool and we cannot figure out what they were. Up close it looks like someone used a cookie squirter to squirt out little sour cream and chive instant potato cookies. Next to the pool. On a shower curtain. And then left.
After her kids were picked up, we played dress up. She’s helping me take more glamorous shots and this is a sample; one of the best actually.
Notice you don’t even have to see my face!
I left there and picked up Casey to take him home and he freaked out. I still had the corset on, just to annoy him. I changed back into normal wear and met CASizemore and new friends at Chili’s for dinner before the midnight show of The Dark Knight. That is the best movie I’ve seen in a long time. The Joker pwned that movie. I don’t really care for this interpretation of Batman. There’s no humor. That character is really one-dimensional and depressing. But Heath Ledger was absolutely riveting as the Joker. I know people will tend to give him extra credit because of his tragic death, but seriously he was phenomenal in that role. And I normally don’t use words like phenomenal. Awesome!
I was supposed to stay at Casey’s but the butthead latched his back gate and I couldn’t get in and ended up driving all the way home . . . where I slept maybe four hours before heading back over so we could do this car dealio. FOR FIVE HOURS. I left him there with his new red Dodge Neon (I can’t remember the year) and came home to die for a couple more hours.
Then Ladawn held a gun to my head invited me to go out last night and see this band perform at a rockabilly club in Phoenix. I’m actually twitter friends with one of the guitar players so it was nice to meet him, and I’ve met his girlfriend/wife/roommate/SO before. She’s one of our PodcampAZ people. I had a good time. We went back to the guy’s house for an after party thing and then I dumped Ladawn at her place and finally got home around 3:30 this morning.
And I wake up and there’s no twitter! Grrrr.
Nanny Ed died today.
Jun 8th
He just never got better enough. Couldn’t seem to fight the MRSA infection. He was a really nice guy, not perfect. Had some faults. But he didn’t deserve to get knifed on the street just doing his (night) job and he didn’t deserve to die.
Nanny Ed, Kira and Casey.
I’m glad Kira’s too young to understand. He was so good with her. He’s been in ICU all this time and she couldn’t go up there. And she stopped asking for him a while back. I’ll miss him. Casey’s been expecting this for weeks and told me yesterday the doctors didn’t think he’d last the weekend. So the gang is getting their drunk on tonight, hefting cheap beer in his honor.
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man . . . oh wait.
Apr 21st
Nothing super-interesting going on.
Friday night I dumped The Screech back with her father and they had plans so I got to the twitter/social media/podcaster meetup place an hour early. It did give me a chance to read more of INFECTED and people watch a bit. I haven’ t been able to read as much of it as I want. I tend to read while I’m eating and that’s seriously NOT a good idea for this particular story. It seems so different to the (first) audio version and I was wondering if they were parts I missed because I don’t listen as well as I should, or if he’d made so many changes.
Evo was the next to arrive. Eventually everyone else wandered over and excellent conversation and visiting commenced. Met some interesting new people and of course, I can’t remember half the names I need to to add them onto my twitter. CJ and Dan brought the Tuckers and TSDivaDani brought natahlee. There was a funny guy named (some form of) Suni that I want to follow but I dunno his stuff to find his twitter name.
Dudes, you HAVE to get on twitter. Think of us all in a giant office and twitter lets us shout non sequiters over the cubicle walls. Sometimes nothing, sometimes hilarious, sometimes informative, always entertaining.
Sat’day morning, I got up early and grabbed Ginnie and that boyfriend and headed out. I neeeeeeded a decent meal so we tried the Iowa Cafe and had hella great ham and eggs/cinnamon roll french toast/pancakes and then off to Home Depot. I got my ladder, more painting supplies and jetted home. Finished the chocolate wall and tried a sponge effect on it then decided uh, no. Looked like crap, so I repainted all but a small area chocolate again.
Finished that just in time to change and go grab machinegirl and go do WI3D. Great show! If you’re not listening, fuck you.
Back home, and immediately started on the rest of the living room walls. Once I started taping off and painting trim I couldn’t quit! Ginnie came home and helped me for a (tiny) while. We got one wall and all the paintbrush work done and stopped for the night. The color is kind of sage green. No Casey. He was supposed to show up Saturday evening and help with the tall work. We got up Sunday morning, I made french toast with cinnamon bread and we finished the rest of the painting. Except the top 2 inches. I still can’t reach the ceiling enough to tape it off and Ginnie’s even shorter than I am. The taller ladder was $10 more than I wanted to spend and Casey had promised to come help.
Wow this is getting long so I’ll cut . . .
Little things
Mar 25th
I spent most of yesterday in the car again. Took Ginnie to school and then buzzed over to Tempe to pick up Casey from work early so he could go to the police station.
We walked around Mill and then had lunch first. Damn, parking is expensive! I’ve never actually parked anywhere were I needed to feed the meter. A dime got me four minutes! I ran out of change before I finally loaded up an hour’s worth. I never understood paying for parking anyway. Seems like taxation to me, and aren’t we protected against unfair taxation?
The Detective had a couple of hours worth of activities planned so Kira and I headed over to Tempe Beach Park as suggested. THE PLAYGROUND IS CLOSED! As usual my timing is off. Kira walked and walked and walked and walked until I finally took her kicking and Screeching back to the car for a nap. She crashed before I got out of the parking lot. Which meant I had to sit for another hour in the car – with it running for the A/C, sorry environment – before Casey was finally done.
He was disgusted with himself. Although he swears he’ll never forget the perp’s face, describing it part by part to a sketch artist was a big Fail. It’s easy to picture someone’s face in your mind, but focus on any one part like lips or nose and it’s not as easy.
Yesterday’s mail include two interesting things. Ginnie’s report card:
A Animal Science
A American History II
B Algebra
C American Literature
A Business in the 21st Century
And a notice from the IRS about the Economic Stimulus Payments. Which is completely weird because the subject came up this weekend at the studio and Brian, Mike AND Tim all told me the same thing almost word for word. Even though I don’t have to file because my VA disability is non-taxable, I have to file (a zero tax form seems so stupid to me) to qualify for this extra check. Fine. I did.
Staying home today, but I don’t think I’ll get too much online time. The Screech has a hissy when I try to sit here and do anything. Like now . . .
Okay, the story
Mar 22nd
Ed was outside the club working the front door and spotted some “homeless crackhead black dude” trying to steal a leather coat a customer had draped over a chair outside. So Ed yelled at the guy and they started to tussle. Casey came out and pulled the guy off Ed and tackled him to the ground and Ed kicked him in the face, busting his nose and knocking out a couple of teeth. So Casey assumed Ed was just pissed and let the guy up and another Security guy yells at Casey to take him down again so he does. Then he see the knife and jumps off, “for 8 bucks an hour I’m not fighting a guy with a knife.” So the guy pops up and runs off and Casey chases for a bit until they get to a dark stairwell and he quits chasing.
When he gets back to the club there’s Ed gushing blood and almost passed out. Ambulance and cops arrive, Casey and one of the waitresses who are covered in blood have to sit around for a couple of hours for questioning and to give up their clothes, etc.
By the time they get up to the hospital Ed had died twice and been brought back and was in surgery because of a knife punctured the chest and cut a vein near the heart and then sliced across the chest and down one forearm. After that the Doctor told Casey and guys that he had a 50-50 chance of making it through the night but not to get their hopes up. They hung outside the ICU the rest of the night and came home this morning.
Sometime today Ed came around enough to move his arms and legs on command but not much more. As soon as he is strong enough tonight or tomorrow morning they’ll go in and do a better job of sewing him up. Apparently they didn’t try very hard the first time figuring he was gonna die anyway. Ed is one tough dude.
The detectives have Casey’s and Emma’s bloody clothes, the knife and the guy’s teeth. Not trying to be racist or anything but there’s not really a lot of homeless crackhead black people in Tempe so it shouldn’t be that hard to find the man. Most of the people on Mill that I’ve seen are obviously college students, tourists or homeless teenagers (Mill Avenue Rats). Casey said the guy stood out like a sore thumb as someone who didn’t belong. I would imagine the cops down there have a pretty good idea of the local homeless population.
Whew. Things are gonna get complicated with the babysitting situation for the next few weeks. Casey’s hours are 4:30am to 1:30pm and there just isn’t any daycare open that early. The initial plan is for me to stay over there – neither of us have gas money to cruise back and forth and I’m not really up for keeping her here 24/7. Hopefully they’ll have time tomorrow to fix Mikey-O’s brakes and I can use his car (his license is suspended for another couple months) so I’m not trapped in Casey’s crappy apartment. Ginnie needs my car to get back and forth to school. And Casey has no other friends with free time that can move in temporarily. Everyone works except me. Shit.
What a long frakking night
Mar 22nd
I unexpectedly had Kira last night. She was supposed to be spending time with her so-called mother but was dumped early because of that girl’s hypochondria as a pregnancy side-effect. She just had to go to the hospital last night for something probably quite normal. If you weren’t around my journal back when we went through all that shit with Kira’s gestation, you sure missed a bunch.
Anyway, Casey had already committed to working security with Ed so I took Kira. Then last night around midnight-thirty Casey calls from some ICU in Phoenix, babbling something confusing about Ed getting knifed in the ribs (on Mill Avenue!!?!) and he’s not sure if he’s going to make it. What? “Gotta go, I’ll call you in the morning.” Then I hear Jake and Mikey-O (Mikey-O lives with his sister in the next building)outside my bedroom window hurrying out, revving engines and squealing away. Woke up again when Jake dropped Mikey-O off a couple of hours later. I’ve no idea what’s going on.
Ed is Kira’s daytime babysitter and works weekend security at a little restaurant/bar on Mill Avenue. He’s huge, like seven feet, but one of the sweetest saps out there. He only looks intimidating. Poor guy didn’t know I was there (to meet that girl and get Kira) last night and traipsed out of his room stark naked. It was hilarious seeing a grown giant cover his junk like a little boy and run away.
I’m hoping he’s okay and that Casey was just being dramatic.
So between that and bobbsy posting about spiders, plus the early arrival of the trash truck roaring by, I didn’t sleep for shit. I have got to close my windows at night. Dammit. It’s too damned early to turn on the A/C!
It’s gonna be a long day, too.
Last night!
Mar 8th
After dumping Ginnie at work and having dinner there, and then hanging at Casey’s for a while (folding baby laundry for fun) I picked up machinegirl and we went out!
My podcasting and twitter friend TSDivaDani hosted an event at Alice Cooperstown in Phoenix. (Which is located next door to last night’s Sun’s game and therefore parking was a nightmare. I ended up with a great spot that wasn’t actually a parking spot, but I have a 4×4 so there!) This concert benefit for Women 4 A Cause started slow but right up til that last band was fun! At times so loud we were all sitting at the same table and either twittered comments or wrote notes like we were in school or something. Lots of pretty menfolk, none of which looked twice at me. Oh well.
Then this horrible band came up and Eliza and I decided together it was time to go. Poor Dani had to stay. The sound was so screwed up all you heard was the drums and the lead singer (technical term, not an endorsement of his ability) growling into the mic. Or rather giving head to the mic with accompanying groans.
Bip, bap, boom we’re outta there and I dropped Eliza back at home safe and sound around 11ish. But I wasn’t DONE.
I wandered down Mill and spotted #1 son and his buddies hanging outside La Pita where Ed works the door. So I found okay parking and made my way through the regular drunken college student crowds. Snuck up behind Casey and poked him, scaring the crap out of his friend Daniel. They invited me to hang with them for a bit. Daniel bought me a beer and I munched on some fries and Ed, Danny, Jake and I proceeded to embarrass Casey with flirting. Everyone already thinks Mom is cool, but baiting Casey with Mom’s horniness is even better.
Casey bought me a flower cuz I deserve a little credit for him having a birthday in the first place. Actually he handed me a twofer set and when the guy wouldn’t break a ten he took it back and got just one. Which was fine by me, but gave the guys more shit to razz Casey over. I’m not big on more-shit-to-carry so he spent the next hour reminding me not to leave the stupid thing laying anywhere. I guess it’s the thought that counts.
Home (alone) by 1:00 and in bed by 2:00. What a fun night.
