I am way too busy to go online or anything all weekend. So it really ticks me off when I can't view all of the posts on my facebook page on Monday and get caught up with my family and friends and what all is going on with them. Bullshit, 'There are no more posts to show right now.' It's a small and very unimportant thing, on the grand scale of life, but it still pisses me off.
On the way in to work today, a guy in a big white Ford pickup in the oncoming lane was flashing his lights to everyone in my lane, letting us know there was an officer up ahead. Sorry for you guy in white Ford....there was also an officer in my lane that you couldn't see because he was riding my bumper. Poor guy in white Ford was pulled over. Oopsie. Hope the rest of his Monday goes a little better.
Nothing quite compares to waking up to the sound of a dog preparing to hurl. Glamorous. Meh.
The leg cramps were back again last night. So of course the one and only time I dozed long enough to dream was when I woke up to the urpa-urpa-urpa of LabPup preparing to spew. Ah well. Hehe.
Fathers Day sorta sucks balls. I have two fathers. One that raised me till I was ten and he and my mother divorced, but he wasn't my biological dad, and the other one that was my biological dad but I only met a couple of times. Neither one have ever bothered to stay in touch or try to visit or call or even send my kids cards. Therefore, Fathers Day means nothing to me. They are both selfish bastards. Whatever.
Made a Fathers Day dinner for Mister Wonderful last night. Tri Tip, Scallops, Mushrooms, Onions, Garlic and Shrimp on the grill. Also had a cheesecake for dessert, but we were all so full after dinner, we didn't eat any. I guess tonight will be Part Deux.
I am ever grateful that if you get screwed over in the family department, you can more than make up for it in the friend department. Life is good like that. I am blessed.
I used to get pissed off when I would find out that someone I had always been a friend to and considered to be a friend to me had been making things up about me or bad mouthing me behind my back. Then I got to where instead of pissed, I would be hurt. Nowadays I've moved on to where when it happens, I just feel sorry for the person doing it, that they are so unhappy with themselves or their life that they feel the need to lie about or talk trash about me. Is that a sign of maturity, or saturation? Hmmm.
I wonder how many fatalities we will hear about that are heat related?? The softball place behind Job #2 had a death from heat stroke on Saturday. So awfully tragic and avoidable. Poor family. Then I think of all the people that live without a/c, or the ones that lose power thereby losing any fan or a/c they may have. Scary.
I ran the sprinkler in the back yard last night to cool the area off and man what a difference that made. We have about half the acreage in trees and the other half is open. We ran the sprinklers right at the edge of both and it really made it comfortable out there while we were grilling. LabPup refuses to play in the sprinklers. I've never had a dog that would lay there panting and overheating and refuse to get in the water. Usually I'm having to yell at them to leave the sprinklers alone. I finally made him get over there and get good and wet so he wouldn't stroke out on me. Goober.
Tri tip is the absolute best piece of meat that ever kissed a grill. It's always been my favorite. So happy I finally found somewhere I can pick it up again. Although it's three times as expensive as it is back where I'm from, at least I can find it finally.
I also bought a rack of baby back ribs. Going to try cooking my first rack of ribs ever. I usually just buy the individual beef or pork ribs, country style cheaters. This should be fun!!!
I have to work now. I've bored you all enough.