Holy crap. It's been way too long since I actually posted something. It's been since the beginning of October since something has been posted on this little blog o'mine. I've written quite a bit here and there, little diddies (ditties?) but nothing that was either completed or I was comfortable with posting. Odd for me, I'm a pretty open book.
So, where did we leave off?? GWAR/Lamb of God was amazing. Not much else I can say about it. Got some GWAR goo on me from the mosh pit, almost got sucked into a Wall of Death or Hate or whatever the hell it's called. Interesting to say the least. Bands were great and discovered that I do like Job for a Cowboy, they were pretty damn good.
Okay, what else? I got a job. Working a real job now, not just writing and working temp secretarial jobs. It's temporary for now but I'm loving it. I get to sit in a trailer at a shipyard and watch the day to day trials and tribulations of a small company (who I'm working for) take on a multi-million dollar refit of an accommodation rig. It's like an oil rig only instead of gigantic drill it has some gigantic cranes. I'm still not sure what exactly it does but I do now know what a flange is and I'm starting to understand the differences between all kinds of different pumps and motors. The boys got me some pink work boots and now I'm able to crawl around on the PSS Chemul. It's fun. It's more than just the paper pushing I was hired for. I'm seeing both sides of the job -- the office work and all the shit that goes with that and then the actual work/labour side of things and all the bullshit that comes with that part plus how it all ties together. It's long days but I'm sure it's going to be worth it at the end. Wheee.
Oh and I definitely love all my rig pigs too. hehehe
Miss Lily is seven! Little Miss is four already!! And Mr. Man, my little meatball turned two!! It's crazy watching them grow and become little animals. Today they were literally swinging from the curtains in the living room. Swinging. From the curtains. I was scrubbing the tub thinking they were dancing to the music I put on but no, they were Tarzan and two little Janes. The curtain rod bent and decided to break when I was trying to fix it so now my curtains are hanging up with tacks, looks great. I guess working with pipefitters all day made me bend a little harder than necessary. It's not a pipe, it's a flimsy piece of stuff. What the hell are curtain rods made out of anyway?
Other than climbing the walls, the babies are great. I couldn't ask for better and regardless of the amount of laundry and no matter how many dinkies and dolls I trip over on a daily basis, I couldn't ask for better monsters ...er ... kids.
Valentine's Day is tomorrow. Rather it's Half-Price-Chocolate Eve. Not looking forward to it but I am at the same time. It's an over-rated holiday but an excuse to have ice cream cake with my babies. The three best Valentines I could ask for. Fun tinged with bitterness? Definitely. I've once again boarded the bitter bus but we're not going there.
I'm turning 30 in three days. Thirty. 30. Big birthday and I'm looking forward to it. Looking forward to The Dirty Thirty. That's all fine and dandy right now, but please, don't mention it to me Tuesday. I have a funny feeling I won't want the reminder.
And with that ... I'm tired ... goodnight readers ...
So, where did we leave off?? GWAR/Lamb of God was amazing. Not much else I can say about it. Got some GWAR goo on me from the mosh pit, almost got sucked into a Wall of Death or Hate or whatever the hell it's called. Interesting to say the least. Bands were great and discovered that I do like Job for a Cowboy, they were pretty damn good.
Okay, what else? I got a job. Working a real job now, not just writing and working temp secretarial jobs. It's temporary for now but I'm loving it. I get to sit in a trailer at a shipyard and watch the day to day trials and tribulations of a small company (who I'm working for) take on a multi-million dollar refit of an accommodation rig. It's like an oil rig only instead of gigantic drill it has some gigantic cranes. I'm still not sure what exactly it does but I do now know what a flange is and I'm starting to understand the differences between all kinds of different pumps and motors. The boys got me some pink work boots and now I'm able to crawl around on the PSS Chemul. It's fun. It's more than just the paper pushing I was hired for. I'm seeing both sides of the job -- the office work and all the shit that goes with that and then the actual work/labour side of things and all the bullshit that comes with that part plus how it all ties together. It's long days but I'm sure it's going to be worth it at the end. Wheee.
Oh and I definitely love all my rig pigs too. hehehe
Miss Lily is seven! Little Miss is four already!! And Mr. Man, my little meatball turned two!! It's crazy watching them grow and become little animals. Today they were literally swinging from the curtains in the living room. Swinging. From the curtains. I was scrubbing the tub thinking they were dancing to the music I put on but no, they were Tarzan and two little Janes. The curtain rod bent and decided to break when I was trying to fix it so now my curtains are hanging up with tacks, looks great. I guess working with pipefitters all day made me bend a little harder than necessary. It's not a pipe, it's a flimsy piece of stuff. What the hell are curtain rods made out of anyway?
Other than climbing the walls, the babies are great. I couldn't ask for better and regardless of the amount of laundry and no matter how many dinkies and dolls I trip over on a daily basis, I couldn't ask for better monsters ...er ... kids.
Valentine's Day is tomorrow. Rather it's Half-Price-Chocolate Eve. Not looking forward to it but I am at the same time. It's an over-rated holiday but an excuse to have ice cream cake with my babies. The three best Valentines I could ask for. Fun tinged with bitterness? Definitely. I've once again boarded the bitter bus but we're not going there.
I'm turning 30 in three days. Thirty. 30. Big birthday and I'm looking forward to it. Looking forward to The Dirty Thirty. That's all fine and dandy right now, but please, don't mention it to me Tuesday. I have a funny feeling I won't want the reminder.
And with that ... I'm tired ... goodnight readers ...
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