bored...................................................

So here I am siting here at work doing nothing. I have things that I should be doing, but I'm just not feeling it. I'm all over myspace, but none of my friends are on. This week is mothers day, my dad's birthday, and mothers day. Why is it when men havesomething to do with choosing their wedding day it has to be close to their birthday? My anniversary is also within days of my husband's birthday. I think it's so that they can remember more easily. not that that is hard being married to me. He is never at risk of forgetting any birthday or anniversary. I'm one of those irritating people who starts reminding people a month in advance. It's impossible to throw me a surprise party.
Of course as soon as I start rambling about nothing I actually have to work and now i've lost my train of thought. Time to hop another one. Why is it that people see that a lane is ending, they start warning you about it over 1 block in advance sometimes, they see the sign the same time as I did and then instead of changing lanes they speed forward until they nearly hit the traffic cones, screech to a halt and then honk because peole won't let their cheating ass in. Who taught these assholes how to drive. This is what having a drivers license does for you. I guarantee that people with no license don't do this because they don't want to be pulled over. And half of them have their phones glued to their face. This is why they invented earpieces you giant piece of shit! You nearly killed my child because that little black earpiece bothers you. OK this is a mild exaggeration, nobody recently killed my child, but they have discovered, (thank you mythbusters) that driving while talking on a cell phone is MORE dangerous than driving drunk.
My dad's bloodpressure is up. Really really high. The Dr said she isn't even so afraid of him having a heart attack so much as a stroke. My dad thinks he is 10 foot tall and bulletproof. He works a graveyard shift and then hardly sleeps during the day. He still spends his spare time under car hoods even though he got out of the business because he knew that he was getting too old for it. He has been a mechanic since he was 14, he is turning 53 on the 12th. That's a long damn time to be a grease monkey. He didn't tell us anything was wrong, mom did. He won't let us make him get any rest. He won't even let us let him get any rest. And next week he is driving to Santa Cruz to get my car that dies there because he refuses to believe that it is really dead. He wanted to do the trip in 24 hours.....it is a 10 hour drive. Mom is making him at least spend the night so he can get some rest.
Cory has been clean and sober for several months. It is very stressful for us. He was stoned for the last 20 years. He has never done anything besides Guiness and Pot. He doesn't even want to do those now. He is still drinking on occasion. I am very proud of him, but on the other hand he is very cranky. I love him with all of my heart, but someitmes I just want to knock him upside the head.
The baby is now climbing the sides of his playpen, literally. He is a little monkey, and uses his toes. At the age of 8 months he is actually doing chin ups on his crib and playpen trying to climp out. I don't know what I'm going to do when he starts walking.
Signing off now.