How much is gasoline where you live? I paid $3.39 a gallon today. FUCKING ridiculous. Fuck you, America. Enough fucking me, already. Fuck YOU.
In less annoying news...I finally saw a grunion run Saturday night!!!
See all those unidentifiable silvery thingies? Fish! Thousands upon thousands of wriggling, floppy fish. A fintastic orgy. That's right, them fishies be fuckin'. I walked in the surf just in awe of it all. People were thrilled. One crazy woman was like "godDAMN I lived here mah whole life I ain't never seen a run like this!!!" And then a wave would surge and I'd be up to my calves in crazed fish, about 700 roiling around my feet. It took me an hour to get used to that feeling. Yick. I was out there for two hours, just me and my flashlight and my brass knuckles, in case anyone wanted to go fisticuffs with me. Yarr.
I also discovered that OB at night is a nice place to meet people. And perhaps I shouldn't look like such a troglodyte next time I go.
But it's not my fault! I was babysitting my kidlets while their parents, who assured me they'd be home by 10, were out enjoying a well-deserved party. Eldest started throwing up at 8:30.
Now, I've changed more disgusting diapers than you could imagine. Kids drool on me, pee on me, And somehow I was the only teacher around when the occasional kid would have an up-the-back sewage slider. But puke is not my strong suit.
I tend to start choking if I have to smell and look at vomit. And this poor kid threw up allllllllllllll over. In her hair, all down her body, all over her bed, and her stuffed pig must've done something horrible in a previous life, because he was a sorry, sloppy, corrosive mess.
But man oh man, did I handle it. I played my mom card and I held her pukey hair back while she puked more, chucked her in the bath, and tried to tell her everything was gonna be ok, knowing full well that when you're in the throes of being ill, that's the last fuckin' thing in the world you'll believe.
I called the parents, who found a ride and came home and here's the fun part...they were wasted beyond belief. I've never ever seen mom even tipsy before and she was punk-skunk-drunk when she got home. Poor Mads kept throwing up and I had to leave. I felt bad, but it was all pretty fucking funny.
Today, Baby and I went to OB again and this time hung out on the pier. We watched the surfers for hours and had lunch at the Sea Dog. Lobster tacos and clam chowder = yummmmmeeeeeee.
I'm so happy she's on of those babies who likes new things. It's so frustrating when kids are finicky eaters and you have to take instant mac'n'cheese with you to a nice restarant. She's tried everything from lobster to hummus to mahi-mahi to lamb. Fun kid.
We also watched this guy steal bait fish from the fishermen all morning.
Fuck I just hate my job.
But for real, I fucking hate Home Depot.
In less annoying news...I finally saw a grunion run Saturday night!!!
See all those unidentifiable silvery thingies? Fish! Thousands upon thousands of wriggling, floppy fish. A fintastic orgy. That's right, them fishies be fuckin'. I walked in the surf just in awe of it all. People were thrilled. One crazy woman was like "godDAMN I lived here mah whole life I ain't never seen a run like this!!!" And then a wave would surge and I'd be up to my calves in crazed fish, about 700 roiling around my feet. It took me an hour to get used to that feeling. Yick. I was out there for two hours, just me and my flashlight and my brass knuckles, in case anyone wanted to go fisticuffs with me. Yarr.
I also discovered that OB at night is a nice place to meet people. And perhaps I shouldn't look like such a troglodyte next time I go.
But it's not my fault! I was babysitting my kidlets while their parents, who assured me they'd be home by 10, were out enjoying a well-deserved party. Eldest started throwing up at 8:30.
Now, I've changed more disgusting diapers than you could imagine. Kids drool on me, pee on me, And somehow I was the only teacher around when the occasional kid would have an up-the-back sewage slider. But puke is not my strong suit.
I tend to start choking if I have to smell and look at vomit. And this poor kid threw up allllllllllllll over. In her hair, all down her body, all over her bed, and her stuffed pig must've done something horrible in a previous life, because he was a sorry, sloppy, corrosive mess.
But man oh man, did I handle it. I played my mom card and I held her pukey hair back while she puked more, chucked her in the bath, and tried to tell her everything was gonna be ok, knowing full well that when you're in the throes of being ill, that's the last fuckin' thing in the world you'll believe.
I called the parents, who found a ride and came home and here's the fun part...they were wasted beyond belief. I've never ever seen mom even tipsy before and she was punk-skunk-drunk when she got home. Poor Mads kept throwing up and I had to leave. I felt bad, but it was all pretty fucking funny.
Today, Baby and I went to OB again and this time hung out on the pier. We watched the surfers for hours and had lunch at the Sea Dog. Lobster tacos and clam chowder = yummmmmeeeeeee.
I'm so happy she's on of those babies who likes new things. It's so frustrating when kids are finicky eaters and you have to take instant mac'n'cheese with you to a nice restarant. She's tried everything from lobster to hummus to mahi-mahi to lamb. Fun kid.
We also watched this guy steal bait fish from the fishermen all morning.
Fuck I just hate my job.
But for real, I fucking hate Home Depot.
van_goghs_ear:
payed $2.87 for gas yesterday. it's been as high as $2.95 near me. sounds like we have it a little easier here than you though. glad you're still loving your job, very interesting pics of the fish.