Fuck me? Fuck YOU!

Thanks to Dr. Tim Chidester for the title of my entry today. It's kinda been how I've felt for a while. I've had a week of days where I'm doing a million things at once and never getting any one thing completely finished.
Since we last talked, much has happened.

• The wedding trip was fine and fun. I missed the hell out of improvising, but family, right? My uncle Brian's house is fucking unbelievable. The neighborhood is fucking unbelievable. Gorgeous older homes built in the 1920's in a non-grid neighborhood. The kick in the nuts is that he told me he paid approximately 1/4th what I will pay for a house here. Oh well. Who wants to live in Ft. Wayne, In?
• Had to fill out a police report because I was getting tons of calls (sometimes more than 12 a day) from Universal Financial Group425 Quadrangle DriveBolingbrook, IL 60440(630) 378-3602. They have since stopped. I think a call from Westmont's finest was enough to do the trick. As a telecom professional, I'm a little put off by how little protection T-Mobile affords me from Nuisance calls. Less than Ameritech/SBC/ATT, and they exemplify minimal effort.
• Speaking of homes. We put a bid on a place we like. It was intentionally low based on the fact that we weren't (aren't) smitten with it, and we know what the guy paid for it and it's been sitting for half a year. We essentially got a big "FUCK OFF" back from him, so we keep looking.
• I ran ito a neighbor who is having a second floor put on his place; essentially doubling the size of his home. He told me his motivation, and his story is almost exactly mine, so I will explore that option as well.
• My Paris trip got pushed back again, putting it on the Last weekend for CSz. I am crushed that I will miss that last show, but I have decided to focus on making new memories in the new space rather than lamenting the fact that I won't be in the onld one on the last night. The one shitty thing is that I had some pretty significant Salvage plans for some of the old wood in that place, and now I won't be there to get it.
• Also found out that I have a lot of moves happening in other sattelite work offices, so my summer is very much in fluxx.
• Got betrayed in a very underhanded way by a friend. Still feeling out how to handle it, but it was quite the drama last week. The phrase, "You made your bed, now you got to Lie in it" keeps playing in my head. For pete's sake, I feel like a 31-year-old Junior High student. I wish people could learn to love themselves more so they wouldn't need to feel constant attention from everyone else.

But Ironhead, What about the plusses?

Simma down, chump! There are some big plusses:

• Lunched it out big over the past couple weeks, since my birthday. Today is the last of three trips to Perry's Deli. This time with The man who titled this email. Previously with my sisters and the freshly-engaged Mr. Scot Goodhart, in that order. Perry's is always delicious and fun, but also very much like an eating contest.
• My daughter is crawling like a maniac and taking a swimming class with mommy and smiling and babbling. She's amazing.
• My bulbs that I netted from the city last year are blooming. The yard is starting to come back.
• I am beside myself with anticipation over this week's shows. I feel a Ric Flair-style meltdown coming on. I hope I can stage it... (if you don't know what this is, it's your loss if you like entertainment at all). Flair has been known to: Strip to his underwear, throw $500 shoes and rolex watches into the crowd, punch his own face until he bleeds, and drop elbows onto his pile of clothes. Not that I'll do any of these things, but you never know.
• Bittersweet is that the previously-mentioned Mr. Chidester is going on the Norwalk Virus Express with Second city. The only good part of that (since it's like tag-team wrestling without a partner) is that I get to book the Karl until his return. I'm hoping to re-kindle some fun.
• I get off at 3 today.

Illigitimate non Carborundum. That's my dad's motto, and is rapidly becoming mine. It's Latin for "Don't let the Bastards Grind you Down".