I know! I know! I was lax in updating again and I haven't done anything since Thursday. I'm sorry, but things haven't been going that good lately. Ever have one of those days where everything just goes right and you feel great all day? Yeah, well neither have I.

Last Thursday was going pretty good. I went into work at 11 like I usually do. Got through work pretty well, left a little late, but swung by McDonald's for some food for the wife and kid and headed home. The evening wasn't too eventful...at first. I sat down with my food and watched Smackdown on UPN, every once in a while performing a DDT or a power bomb on Marcus our 4-year-old (hey, he likes it!). Well, the wife had been fighting all day to get laundry done. The facilities at our complex aren't for shit. She was running back and forth all day and was only able to get one load washed and dried. We had 2 more that we tried to dry, but the dryer was a piece of shit and they never got done. And it was this last load that did us in.

About a week after we moved into the apartment, I was leaving for work and the inside of the door knob came off in my hand. It's one of those "push in and turn to lock" kind. Well, after about 20 minutes I got it back on and left. Never thought about it any more. Well, Thursday night, the wife and I headed down to try and finish what laundry she was able to get started and lo and behold, the fuckin' knob came off again. Well, the wife got it on quicker than I did and we headed down to check the dryer. Only to find our clothes all over the floor. Apparently, we overloaded the dryer and the door wouldn't stay closed and everything kept falling out. But hey, there were other dryers open now so we can get this shit done. I start picking everything up while she runs back to the apartment to get more money. Well, she comes back empty handed and with a look of "FUCK!" on her face. "You're not goin to fuckin' believe this. The door's locked." Great. And the baby and Marcus are asleep inside. Well, we pack everything back upstairs and commence to beatin' on the door to try and wake him up (and all of our neighbors) to no avail. The wife even ended up knocking the damn knob off the inside. Now what?!

Well, the wife ends up walking to her mother's house about 3 blocks away and they call the manager and she meets my wife and her mother at the office and they come up to the apartment. Unfortunately, since the knob fell off, she can't get the door open. Great. She calls a maintenance man and he ends up having to break the damn knob off and put a whole new one in. So, after midnight, we finally got back into our apartment and were able to get some rest. Sort of.

Well, after that nights fuckings up, I called into work to say that I wasn't coming in because of what happened and we still had to go get the fuckin' other car out of the Winn Dixie parking lot...if it was still there. Well, it was still there and after beating around the engine for about an hour and a half, we still didn't know why it wouldn't start. I did feel like a fuckin' mechanic though. I took a part off, put it back on and had grease and shit all over my hands. The wife takes off to get the father-in-law's car and we tow it to the repair place so they can check it out. What we were hoping was only going to be a $20 fuel filter turns out to be a $160 fuel pump and after labor would have cost us like $330. Fuck that shit! A guy who lives down the street from my in-laws said he'd do it for $75, but we'd still have to get the part. And even after we got this fixed, there's no guarantee the car would still run very good because the transmission is about to go out. We've decided that we're just going to sell it to a salvage place and wait a while and try to get another little economy car. Luckily, while were running around fucking about with the car, my mother-in-law (who can be a fuckin' saint sometimes) does all of our laundry for us. That helped a lot. And we're not even to the weekend yet!

Saturday we went back to the in-law's and got the big car and towed our piece of shit down to the guy who said he'd fix it. This was before we decided to just get rid of it. After that, we hung out at the in-law's for the afternoon and then watched the race Saturday night. Mark Martin didn't win, but he came in 3rd and has moved up a spot in the points so it ain't all bad. I did have a little fun Saturday night. One of the wife's aunts came over and she hates it when anyone says goddamn. So, of course, your Satanic little pal, the 'Bear, was goddamning everything in site. Goddamned, Rusty Wallace. They didn't stop the goddamn clock soon enough. Shit like that. I love doing that, goddammit! If you don't like it, fuck off. Heh.

Sunday, we just recovered from the previous 3 days. I slept late and we just hung out. I did the dishes, the wife cleaned up our room and finally straightened up the closet from where we had moved in and just threw everything down. She's so great. We relaxed and didn't do much and then at 8:00 I got SummerSlam on pay-per-view and watched wrasslin' for the next 3 hours. It was interesting. I especially liked the 'no commercials' thing. Of course, the night had to come to an end and I had to contemplate coming in today which bummed me out.

I don't hate my job. On the contrary, I rather like it, but I would love to work from home. There's no reason for me to come into the office because I'm the only AVweb person here, but they still insist on having me come in. So, I mostly sit and read everyone's journals, shit like that. Like I said, it's a great job. Only thing is, I did some comparisons of similar jobs and the salaries they get in this area and I found out that I make about $23,000 less than other similar jobs. Does that fuckin' suck or what? Shit. Oh well. I'm going to end here. This has been a pretty long entry and I didn't really say much. Heh...so what's new, eh? Well, I'll try to come up with something better later. Till then, take care.

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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