Killin in the name of…
After a few years of traveling, they come to a wasteland, with nothing more than a few smidgen of vegetation and miles and miles of a sea of sand. Perfect! Then, after just settling in, getting the home made of gravel finally made, raiders came. These raiders, led by a cunning man, had been lost in the desert for about 15 years, perpetually following a trail of footprints through the sand. Unknown to them, however, was the fact that those were their own footprints they’d been following. They attacked the settlers, feeling that they must be here for a good reason, something that would be either economical or offer a decent lifestyle. They killed both pigs and the few men in the camp. The search for booty ensued. Soon, however, they found that there was no riches to be had. It was a small religious clan they had killed, and the two pigs, were the only source of food.
Well, they were here for a reason, the leader assumed. We’ll sit here and wait for whoever passes this way, and take what they had. First, however, was dinner. They grabbed the two bloated pigs, butchered them, then went to cooking. The spoiled meat ended up getting everyone terribly sick. This must mean that pigs must be bad and evil creatures…We’ll never eat them again, filthy swine! The raiders sat, for years, growing in small numbers, building little gravel huts to help house the numbers. They sat in a heat that drives people mad, and a breeze that offers no relief. The older raiders started to die off, the newer ones taking charge. A few started asking why they don’t move to more hospitable areas of the world, but since their fathers had been there, they’d stay put. Now, 500 generations later, the same people are still here, their brains fried by the heat that never stops, and they’re pissed. They’re pissed at everybody, even themselves. They’ve had this sun and wind hotter than the ground in their faces for years and years, and they are just furious. They just don’t know who to be pissed at…It can’t be themselves for staying, because 500 generations couldn’t be wrong, could they? They take it out on foreigners, women, pigs, other religions, themselves. Their brains have been baked for so long, they don’t know who to be mad at anymore. Just mention that there are people that don’t believe the same way than them, and it’s the start of an uprising… It’s just a theory though. I’m sure the real history, written by the winners, is out there somewhere ;)
So anyways, in other news, it is just hot here. It’s not even as hot as it’s going to get yet, and that’s where I find humor. How anybody gets fat here ( and yes, there are plenty of fat people here) is way beyond me. I go outside for 5 minutes, and my motivation for anything goes away, even eating. There are countless days that I walk to the chowhall, and by the time I get there, I want to do nothing more than drink some iced tea. Besides having the same menu every single goddamned day, the heat is alone responsible for my complete loss of appetite. I’ve been back from Ireland for about 2 weeks now. I’ve really noticed how badly this place smells. Everywhere. The refinery a mile away gives the nice fart smell to the morning air…the PCB’s, the little warehouses we live in, smell like a nasty locker-room…The chowhall, well, it just stinks to me anymore…Porta-potties giving off the ‘been sitting in the sun for a few days’ piss smell, and are strategically placed to maximize the coverage of the place…trash, TCN’s haven’t been washed in a week body odors….I love walking past the little laundry mats, or the girls showers…they just have a decent smell to them, detergents, dryer sheets, shampoos…
Getting back from Ireland and I’m missing real life. Miss having Jessica next to me every day, having someone who I can talk to and just goof off with. I’m definitely missing the kick-ass sex life we have, the full days of conversations that never get boring or old.
So what’s new…I got a hold of my project manager in D.C., and he said that if I want Dayton back, it’s mine. This is good news to me, I’ll be relatively close to my daughter, to my family, old friends. It seems like a pretty decent town on top of that, what little I know of it. I applied for a full-time technicians position with the Michigan national guard in Lansing, though who knows if I’ll get it. The resume is in there at least. That wouldn’t be too bad, Jessica and I would be closer to the kids at least. Jessica is a little worried about how we’ll manage to get the kids every other weekend whilst in Dayton. I don’t think it’ll be too hard, it’ll be a lot less if we can get the collection of ex’s to come to an accord with us as well, like maybe one of them driving the kids half-way every two weeks to meet us, something like that. That way they only have to make the trip once a month…
The ex wants to, and seems like she already has, made plans to change my daughter’s daycare. I don’t have too much of an issue with the immediate one, except that the girl who will be watching Rae has a boyfriend that I have no trust for at all. My daughter should be starting Kindergarten this fall, but a school counselor that the ex saw said that my daughter may benefit from being put into a headstart type of school for a year before, because I guess she was having issues with dealing with other kids. (I personally think the issues were from a different arena all together, just coming out at school, but that’s my opinion) She wants to change that now to just having my daughter at another daycare ran by one of her friends. I don’t agree with this at all. My daughter is owed by us, the parents, to have her education being started the right way, and not just sitting back and wasting another year at daycare. I sort of agreed with the headstart thing, because it was still going to be in an educational environment, but a daycare, isn’t. The ex hasn’t replied back to my email about that yet. She sent me a link to a cartoon website, however. I’m not so sure what that was all about hehe, if it was just for something for me to do, or was it really to try to see if I have the attention span of the girl fish in Nemo…hmmm…
Well, I actually have some work to get started on. Looks like I have a lot more to do than I thought last night, since our predecessors left us with an incredible lack of documented information…Someone here got a bug up their ass and wants things done the way they’re supposed to be done…hmm, I sort of recall proposing that 7 months ago, and subsequently getting shot down repeatedly…I don’t know if I can remember the right way in doing things anymore. ;)
