Wow, a genuine three day weekend. I needed it. Christmas seems like we still aren't finished with it and years ago at the same time. My kids made out like bandits (spoiled ones, that is). I worked last Sunday at the Bills game and met up with them at my folks house for christmas with that half of the brood. Before they took over to the ex's parents on Monday, the ex and I had a brunch with the lot of them. I think it was my favorite part of the day. They got to show off their wares to a captive crowd. And I got to see what I get to assemble. Despite working Sunday, it was still pretty great.

It made up for what was to come. Due to staffing shortages and my manager being one taco short of a combo platter, I got farmed out to the Amherst Time Warner office last week. Thanks to an equipment shortage and the run on people getting HD for christmas, I had lines and lines of people all week to deal with. One person called in sick on Thursday so I got the double fun of an 11 1/2 hour day. It truly sucked and after a while, I think the customers were taking pity. It got a little easier as I got more HD boxes and I was able to tell people to that Fox isn't going anywhere. The topper was coming into Wilson Farms around 8:30 on thursday. I stupidly still had my Time Warner Tags around my neck so the Willie Farms cashier was giving me the third degree, Four straight nights of having the crap kicked out of you.

Didn't give me much of a chance to play with my new christmas stuff, chief of which was a new IPOD. I hipped my dad to Small Dog Electronics in New England (I forget where exactly). They are MAC store with pet affinity. He liked their pricing so much that I got a 60 gb photo ipod for the holiday. I asked for a phone, got an IPOD. My birthday is in February so I'll see if I can reverse that.

Here's a bit of irony. I buy cable and internet for the ex's house. No discount, just seems like a decent thing to do. I never got the bill for december, so Time Warner disconnected it briefly today. I got caught up and a Call Center person errantly told me it would be right back on. LIAR! We went over to the house and it wasn't. I call the call center back, noting the mistakes of the earlier operator to tonight's poor soul who got my call, along with how their bosses get their info from well, me. Suddenly a tech got freed up to get things connected. Nice to have a little juice in such matters. Never call the call center folks.

See yas at the party.

Wanted to make my first link to youtube a worthy one. This has some miles on it now, but it made me smile anyway.

Everybody, snoopy dance!

Periodically, since my wife and I split, it's felt like I get turned into a human punching bag. Nobody did anything wrong yet the vicissitudes of life come down like bad plumbing.

I have daughters who asked my ex to ask me if they could pass on coming over for awhile. They want to hang, they just down want to sleep over. Ex also mentioned that her vibrator is missing and for the record I ain't got it. She (my ex) went to great pains to assure me I was doing okay on the Dad front. It's just the close surroundings were interfering with the kids being 15 and 12. Intellectually, I know all of this and understand it. I'd rather the girls pass then be here unhappy. But emotionally, it still reduced me to rubble. Your brain hears everything and is fine, but your heart stops listening after "We don't want to come over."

I kept it together as I went across the parking lot to my car. Once inside the lil red bus, I let it go. The pressures of doing 2 1/2 jobs at work and then hearing that from my girls managed to suck the fight right out of me. So, here I sits, man enough to mention I bawled most of the way home.

Sucks to try so hard only to get beat down again.

Knew it was coming, but you'd like a little praise for all the shit I've had to put up with in recent years.

I settled for the next best thing. Number 1 Son and I just repaired to Fowlers for shakes.

Chocolate malt to sooth the wounds.

I've developed my own connection to Roswell now. My Dad has been volunteering with one of the labs doing computer help which is cool. On the not so cool side, my ex's Dad who's still a father in law to me if you know what I mean (and I think you do) has been battling bladder cancer for six months or so. He's been going through a therapy regimen for sometime. Yesterday, there was an exploratory surgery to determine where the cancer stood. He's got a mid january date for his prostrate, parts of his bladder and one kidney to get taken because of things have progressed at such a rate. Basically, he opens his mouth and you'll be able to hear an ego. It's set for middle to the end of next month and one of the physicians said something about not being able to get a room till then.

I being me couldn't help but ask "You only have the one?" A little humor to lighten the load. I have good feelings about it. Aside from successfully quitting smoking, Dad-in-law is one of those folks stuck in time. My daughter showed me a picture of him that she thought was recent. Turned out to be from 91. Dude hadn't changed. He kicked smoking, doesn't eat red meat or drink any alcohol, so the omens are on his side. I've learned not to bet against him.

Same day as that was going on, I managed to make an appearance on Channel 4. I was having a day from hell, getting pulled in 9 different directions at one. It flat out wasn't good. With the cable price increases, the local media was all over the place. I got yanked up to the front counter to wait on customers (there weren't any) just as Channel 4 finishes their interview with one of my bosses and decided they needed background. I wasn't happy about it, and tried to pay it no mind. The TV guys couldn't acknowledge us, they just shot their footage. I didn't think much about till my phone rang and it was my daughter exclaiming how pissed off she thought I looked. Lil bugger was right.

Things are better on that front. I built a space for them at my place and the effort went a long way toward the 12 year old's concerns.

Christmas shopping is done. The eldest is getting hockey tickets and pregame meal at Fat Bob's. The younger terror is receiving a new stereo and the aformentioned number one son is hip dip in batman legos. My parents yearly tell me not to buy them anything. So, this year I said, I won't if you can pass on giving me the speech about buying anything. Although, if they pony up with a Red Razor, I'd be a happy camper.

Had the day off today and feel pretty renewed. Slept in, got dressed by the crack of Noon. Greeted tea time with a Coco Moco (large) at Spot and Artvoice & the News. Felt almost civilized.

Saw Matthew's post about the PMT New Year's and I believe I can make it. Yee ha, think I'll walk to it though.

Enjoy the holiday, peeps!

Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Channukah, etc and mostly importantly, Good Festivus to us all.

Peace