June 16

From my brain

1 2010
- 1.1 Me 22:47, 16 June 2010 (EDT)
2 2008
3 2004
- 3.1 Me 21:16, 16, June 2004 (EDT)
4 1985

2010

Me 22:47, 16 June 2010 (EDT)

So before it gets to be too long after the fact, I wanted to make this post (that, and I'm about ready to pass out due to lack of sleep and should get this out now).

Yesterday in public speaking, the assignment was to give a "special occasion speech". It could have been a eulogy, a toast, an acceptance speech, and then some other Slackerpantses™ had the option of using a historical speech. I originally thought of giving my own eulogy, but after finding out someone had already done that, I decided on a different route.

I resigned from being the guild leader of Sleeper Cartel.

It was an interesting speech to write to begin with, and I will admit I got a bit choked up reading it. And sure, it was more of a geek-pride moment for me as I found a few geeks (and geekettes) hidden in the class, but still, I felt good about writing it and getting it off my chest.

No, I'm no where even close to really delivering it to my guildies, however, for all I know, I may have to give the speech in the next year or so. As I said in the speech, more and more of my time is devoted to school and work. As time goes by, I feel I'm doing a disservice to my guild members by not being there for them as much as I used to.

Eventually I'll post that speech for public view. For now, it's still locked down and here: My resignation as Don of Sleeper Cartel.

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2008

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Me 15:43, 16 June 2008 (EDT)

This was a very, very weird and full weekend. Mind you, to end it properly, taking a muscle relaxer at 3pm on Sunday afternoon does wonders. Let's start from the beginning.

Friday night's raid group was fun. Had a good time getting back on the horse having taken last week off for the JoCo show. We had a couple slip-ups, but I think I was a bit distracted I guess. We finally ended up focusing "back to business" and in the end I got a new toy.

Saturday morning, I managed to wake up OK. The back wasn't terribly sore, but it was bad enough, so I popped 3 Aleve, put on the Icy Hot and then my Testim, through on some cloths, did a bunch of guild stuff and headed off to the house.

The day was all about the garage. Wifey was gonna work in the basement for a bit, but I was tasked with clearing out the major mess cuz mostly it was mine. Threw away some stuff, but mostly re-boxed some garage sale items and then cleaning up my tool area. Once I got half of it clean (it's a 2-car), I reorganized all the garage sale stuff to that side which enabled me to work more freely on the other. Before I put everything back over there, I ran the extension cable over from the neighbors (still no juice in the house) and used the leaf blower to sweep it all out.

It was getting close to like 4pm or so when Wifey just said, "You know, the kids could be here any time in about an hour and a half. Mom wasn't sure if the kids wanted to go to church with them tonight or not." Not 10-15 minutes later, their car pulls up. MIL comes over, and tells the story. Here's that story and the rest of their night up until we went for dinner.

A couple years ago, TheBoy injured his big toenail on his left foot. We never took him to a doctor, just bandaged it up, and it seemed OK. Saturday, MIL and FIL took him and Princess to the mall to go in the play area. He's getting a bit big for it, but he's still of the age to play there, and he's really good with the other kids. Well, apparently, he just happened to kick one of the play area things just right...cuz it tore of half his toenail.

When they got back to the old house, I think was still kinda in shock. He was just kinda staring off into space, and two seconds from crying. He was a real trooper though. Seriously good man-wound that.

FIL stayed with me and Wifey, MIL, and Princess took TheBoy to the Urgent Care run by the local Children's Hospital. They took a good luck at it, and chastised Wifey a bit for not having brought him in when he injured the toe before. Apparently this can be a pretty serious injury, and we really should have brought him in.

Anyway, they then numb his toe (which prompted screams later cuz it didn't fully "take") and proceed to rip the rest of the toe off. They clean it, clean the wound beneath it, and clean the toenail that was growing still, cutting away a bit of it so it would reattach better, and the proceed to reattach it. I'm thinking Lee Press-On nails here.

So, they don't do ANYTHING other than reattach it, and give him this little foam sandal to wear. He gimps along on it, and has to deal with his instructions for a week. "No swimming, no running, no sports, no bicycling." The swimming is the hardest for him to contemplate mind you. It's summer, and grandma's pool is RIGHT THERE. I think he'll survive it just fine though...amid the whining he can't do anything because he can't walk.

And then, upon their return, smiling, red-eyed, TheBoy proudly displays his boot to me.

It was already after 6:30 after they got back. My back was shot. I'd been moving stuff all day long, and both the Aleve and Icy Hot were long gone. My hands and arms were grimy, my back was sore, and I was hungry. I'm surprised I was even cordial. FIL was hungry too, and after some arguing, TheBoy picked Red Robin for dinner. After hosing myself off in their sinks and sitting down, my back went almost completely. Not writhing on the floor, but more "If I don't move, it doesn't hurt...much." I inhaled my food (zomg...the new "Blackened Cajun Burger is AWESOME"), and then upon thinking about dessert, I realized I couldn't make it any more. The rest of the family could come back in the two vans, but I had the truck still. I went home, showered, medicated, and juiced up with an energy drink (note: all energy drinks are not the same, I regret not getting a REAL 5-Hour Energy).

Guild night was fun jumping off of the Twin Colossals The Twin Colossals. Raided Camp Mojache for a bit, and then I did random bank stuff. I may not be giving that alternate energy drink it's justice...I may have just been tired. Was up way late on Saturday, and for the first time in a long time, I really lost track of time. Zonked at 1:30.

Sunday morning...pain: Happy Fathers Day! Drugs. Icy Hot. Go to church. I really coated my shoulders down with the Icy Hot and hit helped...to loosen my shoulder. My bad shoulder to be precise. I only stood at the most key moments of Liturgy, and the end of coffee hour, my fingers were tingling.

We come back from church to get a call from my mother. My stepfather was up to his old antics -- again, Happy Fathers Day! -- and has ditched her at church. Took the van, drove home. I now had to drive down to get her. If my back wasn't killing me, I probably would have gone off in a tirade, but instead, I just went up and got something for my back.

What did I get you ask? Why, none other than Wifey's bottle of Flexieril. That's right campers, I was intending on taking a muscle relaxant and driving a motor vehicle. Figuring I'd be fine, and Mom could drive back if need be, I popped it and drove the 15-20 minutes to her church.

I actually was fine. Rather, it might have been the adrenaline and endorphins from wanting to beat the crap out of my stepfather that were keeping me awake as my mother told me the story. Again, he's trying to rid her of every friend she has, and tear her away from her family as well. He all of a sudden -- after having been told of the day all week long -- didn't want to come over. "I'm not anyone's father." I swear, I have heard that every single Father's Day for the last 10-14 years. It's really getting tiring.

We get back to the apartment, and I crank up the grill for the burgers and dogs. I take a look at a few videos that Erudi has put up (Part I, Part II) while I was cooking, and then we ate. Lots of corn. Burgers. Hot dogs. Even got something healthy in like fruit salad.

Now, by the time this was all done, I was slipping into what I thought was merely a food coma. I went back and watched the rest of the vids, and then eventually popped into WoW. As the load screen came up, I remember thinking, This is taking forever, and laid my head against the all. A few seconds later, I hear Wifey whisper, "Princess, go upstairs and get Mommy's camera off the bed. Daddy fell asleep!" I awake. I was. Really.

By the time everyone was getting ready to leave (what time was that?) it was time to put the kids up to bed. I had no clear concept of reality. The only thing I had in my head was one word: BED. I was more than happy to try to help Wifey with the kids...but it wasn't gonna happen.

We got their stuff together, and I laid down. And that was it. At some point (the kids were still awake), Wifey came in and suggested I at least take my clothes off and get under the covers. Excited, I said, "You mean...I can sleep?" She smiled and said yes...I think. /zonk

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Me 15:46, 16 June 2008 (EDT)

Today, I am again in pain. I tried a new pain rub...but it ain't doing jack. Smells less and works less than Icy Hot both. It also happened to give me the chills like I was laying on a concrete floor. The pain right now is driving me batty every time I get up from my desk, but I'll take it over the chills.

Thankfully, Auntie Chrissy has a chiropractor that she goes to (and half the office does too) that I'll be seeing tonight. I called this morning and the girl was all like, "How about 5:30 today?" RAWK!

Now, if they end up doing good work, I may actually be in game tonight. If it doesn't...I'm taking another muscle relaxer. And in that case...I won't be around tonight (literally or figuratively).

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