Typical fuckin' Monday. I actually left the house early enough to actually get to work 15 minutes early. Of course, as I'm pulling off at my exit, I see the big blinking highway sign, then I rememer that the road to the office is closed for 2 days. So, I had to take a detour that ended up getting me to work 20 minutes late. I fuckin' hate Florida sometimes.

Oh, the Icebear family had a visit last night from a special guest. The tooth fairy came. 4-year-old had a tooth that was really loose and he kept playing with it so I took a tea towel and pulled it. That night he couldn't wait to go to bed and to put it under his pillow. Well, as any parents of little boys know, they don't exactly assume one position and stay there the whole night while sleeping. Hell, we're lucky if they stay in the bed period. Well, about an hour and a half after putting him to bed, he comes running out of his room, half awake saying his tooth is gone. In his sleep, he knocked it off on the floor. Luckily, the wife found it. I, being the genius that I am, and always thinking ahead, went and got a ziplock baggie. I told 4-year-old that this would keep the tooth clean for the tooth fairy and easy for her to find. Well, as we went to bed, Mrs. Tooth Fairy went in and traded a dollar for the tooth. Yes, a dollar. I tried to explain to her that when I was little, I only got a quarter. She then went on to explain how old I am and then went into a dissertation on inflation. So, 4-year-old got a dollar. I got the better end of the deal, though. I got to fuck the Tooth Fairy.

The shitty Icebear luck strikes again. We've found an apartment complex that would be just perfect for us. They have very large, 2 bedroom apartments for just over $700 (almost unheard of in Florida), and we fell in love with the place on the first visit. Well, unfortunately, we didn't have the money to have them hold the one we looked at on our visit, and it was taken. Now, they don't have a fuckin' thing available and it will probably be next month before they know if they'll have anything else. So, we've got a dilemma. We've found another place that has 2 bedroom apartments for a litte more than the first, but they're smaller and we can't get one with 2 bathrooms. So, should we push our luck and wait until next month, after I get back from Wisconsin and see if the first place has an opening, or should we take the one that's available now? I hate this shit. This is how we got into the fuckin' house. We have to find a place that we can afford, and still make some bill payments. Of course, that brings up another topic.

Even if we manage to get out from under the two mortgages when they foreclose, we still have the credit cards to pay off. I've been thinking today about maybe filing for bankruptcy. Get rid of all the debt and just start over. I don't know if we can, though. I'll have to ask Braindead Idiot at work tomorrow. Her mom apparently has a lot of knowledge about this subject. Don't ask me how. So, we're still up in the air on where to live. This sucks.

Well, 2 more weeks and then I'm winging my way to Oshkosh, Wisconsin for 13 days. I work for an online aviation magazine. Every year, the EAA (Experimental Aviation Association) has a fly-in. It used to just be called Oshkosh, but in '98, in an attempt to make it more commercialized and open to the non-aviation community, they named it AirVenture. It's a 7 day airshow extravaganza. For about 9 days, Wittman Regional Airport becomes the busiest airport in the world. They'll direct and land more airplanes that Chicago's O'Hare and New York's Laguardia combined. They land something like 5 planes a minute. It's amazing to watch. Well, since '98, our company has provided daily coverage of the event. It's good to know that the story that our writers wrote about a new aircraft that was unveiled was read by over 130,000 people the next day. The print magazines won't have the same story for almost 2 months. Gotta love the internet. Only problem is, my job is a shitty one. I usually don't start working until about 3 in the afternoon and I don't get done until 3-4 in the morning. Makes for a long trip. Plus, the wife isn't going to handle my being gone too well. Luckily, we have a second car and I can drive myself to the airport. Last year, the wife dropped me off and started crying when I left. I think she looks absolutely beautiful when she cries...she hates it. She hits me when I make her cry. So, I DON'T WANT TO MAKE HER CRY. It will be a fun trip, it always is, but it's bittersweet. Of course, on the bright side. I always look forward to the all-night fuckfest that awaits me when I get home.

Well, that's it for tonight. While I was at work I had planned to write about more past experiences. Seems like Uberhamster and I are turning diaryland into "Past love catharsis land". Oh well. I actually do feel a weight has been lifted off my chest after writing those entries. So, tomorrow, I think I'll tell you about the story of the college relationship that ended with me in a psychiatric treatment unit for 2 weeks. Until then. Sleep well.

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

Icebear

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