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[Ball of fun.]
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Over the last month, my life has consisted mainly of two things: work and working out.
A typical weekday:
Wake.
Work for eight hours.
Go home.
Work for an hour for one my two at-home-part-time jobs.
Go to the gym.
Work out for an hour or two (free weights and cardio).
Go home.
Work for an hour or two for one of my at-home-part-time jobs.
This generally happens on Fridays, too. As I’d rather burn calories and make money on a Friday evening than choke on cigarette smoke and useless chit chat.
A typical Saturday:
Wake (at the same time I would during the work week).
Wash clothes.
Work out.
Work on my house.
And, you guessed it, work for one of my at-home-part-time jobs for the better part of the afternoon.
On Saturday nights, going to the drive-in has become the thing to do. But sometimes, I prefer to stay home and clean. Exciting? Yes.
A typical Sunday is very similar to a typical Saturday, except for the clothes washing (unless, of course, I didn’t get a chance to finish laundry on Saturday for some reason). Also, I’ve taken a liking to going on Sunday afternoons and avoiding the idiots, children, and all the bad stuff Cincinnati nightlife has to offer.
I am a ball of fun. |
[More fun than the Norton Anthology of American Lit.]
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My kitchen counter is in and plans are being made to pick it up tomorrow or Saturday to save on delivery fees. I need to head to Keidel and pick out faucets and to Sherwin-Williams to order another double-roll of wallpaper to finish out the south corner of the room and the soffit above the sink area and fridge, something I'll get around to after the plumbing is finished and the stove is hooked up. I wish I could click my heels three times and be done with it all. I'll probably put off plans to refinish and/or buff the dining and living room floors just so that I can live in peace on the weekends for a while. I think a good cleaning will suffice for now. Perhaps the floors, as well as the bathroom tiling job, will be winter projects. After all, I'd like to enjoy the summer at some point. The last eight months have kicked my ass physically, emotionally, and socially. I'd like to have my life back. Which is, of course, too late: I signed that away in November, several times, on several dotted lines, adjacent to several bold X's.
And with home ownership comes neighbors, and speaking of neighbors...
I read up a bit on the sexually oriented offender living on my street. Actually, from what I read, I learned he is currently in a facility, serving a 180-day sentence. He is supposed to remain on some sort of house arrest for five years, I think. I grazed the documents online and didn't hunt for the details of his sentence. Honestly, I just wanted to know what he did. Apparently, he was found guilty of five or six counts of importuning. "J" met a "girl" in a chat room--yes, it was actually a cop posing as a teen "older than twelve but younger than sixteen"--and pursued sex with her on multiple occasions. And he happened to get caught. I could go on about how I feel about that. But to avoid the risk of sounding like I'm defending the guy, I won't. But I will say that teen girls know what they're doing, contrary to what their daddies and mommies want to believe. And, as long as she consents to the flirtation, the groping, the sex--whatever--I don't think it should be an issue legally. Just crack open an anthropology book or history text: Our world's population has been sustained by "statutory rape" for centuries!
Now, the sexual predator who lived below me for two years is a different story altogether. She, yes "she," was thrown jail for providing minors (thirteen-year-old boys) with drugs and booty, and labeled a "predator" for life--which is another way of saying the person in question cannot be rehabilitated and will always be a threat in some capacity. The fact that she was permitted to dwell in a neighborhood that had easy access to both drugs and children troubled me, as did the fact that she once scammed on Sean while he was washing his car in the back lot (she pretended to read a magazine). I think it scarred him for life, seriously.
In other news, Canada Antarctica is looking really good this time of year. With the resignation of Justice O'Connor, who knows how long it will be before America will be be back in the '50s! Gee golly, that sounds fucking swell!
I digress... |
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