Our postal system has to be the most fucked up thing run by the government in this country. First off, I ordered a web cam, which should have been here today. Which it was. Well, the box, of course, won't fit into our mailbox we have at the apartment complex. It's barely big enough for magazines. Usually, the postal carrier takes the parcel to the rental office, leaves us a card and we pick it up. They must not be doing this anymore, because the card they left said it would be at the post office. The guy/girl didn't even try to bring it to the apartment! Just left the card and went on about their business. What good does it do me to have something shipped to my fuckin' home if they won't leave it? So, I take the card to the post office that's marked on it and wait in line for 30 minutes. I get up to the counter and the guy says, "I can't give you this package." Why not? They don't fuckin' have it!

Apparently, all the carriers are stationed at the same post office. The packages come in there and the carriers try, half-assed, to deliver them. If they can't deliver them (or don't want to try), then they mark them and they're taken to the PO nearest the address. Only thing is, they have to take the packages back with them to their main PO and then have the package shipped to the PO closest to us. So, even though my web cam is here, I have to wait another day to pick it up because Bobo the wonder Fuck didn't want to try and bring it to our apartment or the rental office. Hell, for all I know, the rental office isn't taking packages anymore, but the fucker could have at least tried our place. It's less than a minutes walk away. So, tomorrow, I have to go back to the PO and wait in line again. Fuckin' gubbermint.

I like to do stupid things. For example, I want to dye my hair blue. Why? Because I fuckin' feel like it. That's all the reason I need, but everyone I tell (mainly the wife and she told her mother) think I have other reasons. I'm trying to be cool, or a rebel, or some shit. Nope, just wanna see how I look with blue hair. That's the extent of it. I wish I did have deeper, more serious motives, but, alas, I don't. What would be really cool is if my gray hair (which seems to be increasing rather quickly) turned a lighter shade of blue (or stayed gray). That would be awesome. But, I'm receiving negative vibes from the family. Haven't you ever wanted to try something just for the sheer hell of it?

I also am not wearing my wedding ring anymore. See, when we got married, it was rather quick so we didn't really have time to shop for rings. I had a ring that I was wearing on my right hand ring finger, a ring that I had gotten at a Ren fest. It has bear iconographs on it, of course. Well, when we got married, we used that and I started wearing it on my "wedding" ring finger. Well, the ring, which I think was silver, started getting flattened out. It was becoming more oblong shaped than ring shaped. I had it rounded out once for free, but when it did it again and got worse, I went back to the same place and the guy said he would charge me for it...quite a bit. So I said fuck it.

Only thing is, it started affecting my finger and the circulation. So, the other day, in the shower, I spent about 20 minutes and took it off. First off, there's a "ring dent" in my finger. Basically, a place where the circumference of my finger is smaller where the ring was compared to the rest of the finger. Also, the skin is kind of weird. It's all wrinkly and peeling. So, what's so stupid about that? Well, I want to get a Celtic band tattooed there instead. Something very permanent. But, when I mentioned this to my mother- and father-in-law, they weren't too keen on the idea. According to my father-in-law, doing that would be the equivalent of having someone's name tattooed on you. If it's someone you're in a relationship with (girlfriend, etc) then the relationship is doomed. But, I figure, if we're already married, and I plan on sticking around for quite a long fucking time, then a tattooed ring wouldn't be too bad. I'm not getting her name or anything. Just a nice Celtic band. Simple. Stylish. 'Bear-ish.

Well, I wanna go home so I'm going to finish this now, lock up the office and get the fuck out of dodge. I'm flying again tomorrow and then the checkride is on Friday. Don't know if I'll have much time to update between now and then. If not, I'm sorry, I don't mean to keep everyone in suspense. I will, however, let you know how the checkride went the minute I get a chance. Till then, take care of yourselves, my little cubbies.