(Actually that's the Renter's computer, just putting a question of a doubt as to what I did on my third day of vacation!)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Garbage man: Do you own this house?
Slovack: No, I'm just helping my friend out.
Garbage man: Well, do you think you could help him out, and us, and hose out his garbage container?
The Slovack just laughed and nodded. My garbage container smelled like hell and had maggots crawling in it. That's how we roll in the land of the rich and famous.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Ground Base Commander Smith, this is Air Force Captain 1, roger.
Air Force Captain 1, do you have Target #4 in sight?
Roger Ground Base Commander, Target #4 is in sight.
Air Force Captain 1, are your missiles armed and ready?
Roger Ground Base Commander. Are we sure we want to go through with this?
Air Force Captain 1, do you want this asshole to waver and pussy foot around all next offseason trying to decide if he wants to play more football?
Roger Ground Base Commander, Brett Favre’s plane is coming down, over.
And then he signs for two years. Don't be fooled thinking that he won't contemplate retirement next offseason.
Me: Probably about a pack a day.
Doctor: How about alcohol?
Me: I'd say three to four.
Doctor: A week?
Me: No, three to four a day.
Doctor: Three to four a day? Really?
She probably would have shit herself had I told her the truth. What would she have said if I told her ten a day (which would still be lying)?
Monday, August 17, 2009
Initial Question/Comment: Please cancel my membership.
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11:53:29 AM B to the…
Coffee's too expensive, $6 for shipping sucks. I just want to cancel.
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11:54:26 AM B to the…
Ok, since you won't take no for an answer, how aoubt I quit drinking coffee and tea, switched to cigarettes and crack. I just want to cancel.
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Yes I did thank you. I traded it for a pack of smokes.
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Got any cigarettes?
Needless to say it's been canceled.
On the walk home you would have found me doing summersaults in the front of an office building that had the lawn sprinklers on.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
11:30 (my usual time) I felt the need again. Fearing what happened in the morning I made my way to the bathroom at the first sign of a movement. Wouldn’t you know it, the second one left me sweating and panting. I had to push that sucker out with all my might. Usually when you have a shit like the first one the second one is exactly the same. Not today. The tale of two shits.
In other news…
I lost $50 on Friday. I don’t know how, I don’t know where, but stuff like that never happens to me. I was quite irritated for most of Saturday morning.
My workouts lately have been lacking, big time. I’ve been resting at least three minutes between each set, usually while I’m watching PTI/ESPN.
Flat dumbbell bench: 90 x 10
Flat barbell bench: 215 x 8
Incline dumbbell bench: 70 x 12
Chins: 230 x 7
Pullups: 230 x 7
Bentover row: 115 x 10
Dumbbell shoulder press: 70 x 7
Vertical row: 115 x 10
Overhead barbell tricep push: 105 x 9
Single arm overhead dumbbell: 35 x 12
Barbell curl: 105 x 10
Hammer curl: 45 x 10
Shoulder shrugs: 255 x 15
That’s it, no warm ups, no changing the weights at all, just sticking with that routine. Kind of pathetic.
I had plans to go fishing with the Slovack on Friday at 10:00 pm but backed out because it was raining. He wasn’t too happy. Made plans to go fishing on Sunday at 2:00 to get out on the lake early when the fish are biting. This is what the Renter told me because I don’t have any recollection: my alarm went off for 24 minutes without me waking up, the Renter banged two pots together and I still didn’t wake up, the Renter poured water on me and barely avoided a blow as I came out of my deep sleep swinging. So no, didn’t go fishing again. Lesson learned though: don’t try to wake up the sleeping bear at 2:00 in the morning.
Thursday, August 06, 2009
DeMattos began pursuing a short sale after he was laid off two years ago and his income plunged from $46,000 to $26,000 a year.
Chase Bank, his mortgage servicer, rejected the first offer, which was $14,000 over what was then fair market value, according to Goldfarb.
On the next seven offers, the bank took months to respond. Each prospective buyer got tired of waiting and canceled the contract. The eighth offer, accepted in May, was $24,000 less than the first one that Chase rejected in February 2008, Goldfarb says.
"Chase made it very difficult. I had to stop paying the mortgage. It was so frustrating," says DeMattos, who now lives with his sister in Kissimmee, Fla. "We would put the paperwork in, and they would never give a definite answer. Buyers waited for months."
DeMattos says he owed $355,000 on his mortgage. The short-sale price was $225,000.
I actually know someone who works for Chase and even he says it’s fucked up there.
But really, does any of this make sense to you? How does someone making $46k a year get a loan for over $350,000? He said he owed $355,000 so his initial loan had to be for more than that. Just using that figure, that’s $2,000 a month not including taxes or homeowner’s insurance. As much as I hate taxes and tax forms, I actually spent a little time and figured out that with his $46k salary, $18,000 interest deduction, and Social Security payments, dude pulled in roughly $3,250 a month if he had his W-4 filled out properly with the correct number of deductions. If he claimed 0 it would be $2,880 a month. I figured property taxes on the lower amount, $225,000, would be roughly $5,000 a year and homeowner’s insurance at $500, making his total monthly payment $2,450. So 75% of his take home income is going to his mortgage? That’s freaking insane!!!
So who’s fault is it, this DeMattos asshole who borrowed more than he could afford or the asshole who gave him the loan?
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Monday, August 03, 2009
Saturday morning I woke up and realized what I had done. I had managed to score a date with her for 8:00 on Saturday night. She was even going to pick me up so I both wouldn’t have to drive or leave my car in her less than safe neighborhood. So when I woke up I instantly realized what I had done, and it wasn’t good. First there was the fear of the date. I really don’t date women. If they want to come over and get naked I’m all up for that but actually going out to dinner and having conversations (of which my side is all likes trying to get them back to my place and naked), man, I just don’t like doing it. I think the thing is that I’m good at the lying part, good at the getting them naked part, but all I’m doing is leading them on to think/feel something that really isn’t there. Second, she was picking me up. That would mean I wouldn’t be able to leave whenever I wanted to. This easily leads to a feeling of entrapment, something Mr. Claustrophobic here doesn’t handle well at all. And lastly, I’d have to stay somewhat sober till 8:00. On a Saturday. On a Saturday in the summer. That shit just doesn’t happen. I called her at 9:30 and suggested we change the whole arrangement for a weeknight. I wasn’t expecting such objectivity on her part. When we finished our conversation she was so dejected you’d think I had killed her kitty or something. I of course laughed it off and opened the first beer, well before 10:00.
That day I got another 15 texts from her, the first being “What, now you don’t want to talk to me?” when our last words were that she was going to call me when she got done with some stuff she had to do. Then there was “Ok, how about tonight we don’t go on a date. Instead just drink some beer and watch a movie like friends?” Uh, isn’t that a date? Plus all three of my issues are still there. Ten or so texts later and I was starting to think psycho woman. But then again I didn’t care, the beer was flowing.
Around 6:00 the Slovack came over and talked me in to going fishing with him in the morning… at 6:00 in the morning. So, imagine how boozed up I was to agree to that? I don’t get up at 6:00 in the morning for anything let alone to go fishing, which I really don’t like doing in the first place (touching live fish isn’t something I do well). I think one of the reasons I agreed to it was the Renter’s idea: get really fucked up, go to bed early and everything will be fine in the morning.
9:00 pm the Renter drove to a bar that makes their own pizza from scratch. “Pretend like you’re sober, pretend like you’re sober.” I can pretend to like someone to get some poon, but I sure as hell can’t act sober. I walked in ten feet and sat by the bathrooms facing the big screen. I gave the Renter $20 to get a beer and pizza. She wasn’t gone more than 30 seconds when I tried to adjust my bar stool back, pivoted on one of the back legs and went crashing down three and a half feet to the hardwood floors. Everyone in the bar looked at me with shocked faces. I got up, picked the stool up, waved to everyone saying “sorry” and sat back down. Not long later the Renter came back with the beer. I’m going to guess that only in Milwaukee can you walk into a bar, fall over on your stool within a minute of arriving and still get served a beverage. I have a big ass bruise on my side. But mission accomplished; by 10:00 I was in bed.
Go up early on Sunday and had to convince the Slovack that the puppy was going fishing. I wasn’t going to leave her in her kennel all day while she could have been sitting on the boat. She did well last time so there wasn’t really any reason why she couldn’t go. We got to the lake around 7:00. I hate to admit it but the Slovack was right; we caught most of the fish from then till 8:30 am and very few after that. We actually put a couple in front of puppy to let her sniff them and was surprised when she grabbed the first one and ran around the boat with it. Occasionally she’d get one and you’d hear this “crunch” which meant it was time to take the fish away and put it in the live well. When it got warm out the Renter tossed her in the water a couple times. Now, with the combination of the fish in her mouth and being submerged in the water, well, puppy don’t smell too good. She’ll be getting a bath tonight.
After it got warm out the bikinis came out too. Let’s just say my neck hurts a little today.
Puppy and I slept from 7:00 pm to 7:00 am. She must have been pooped, too.
Oh, and the 40-year-old had Monday off so I won’t have to see her till Tuesday. Just another 24 hours to figure out my excuse story. Wish me luck.