Hello gottagetdrunkfirst peeps. Been a while. First and foremost...my prayers are with the Ft. Hood families. My heart sank and the anger swelled when this happened. This one hit too close to home as I am a Dallas native and have had many friends stationed there over the years. I'm going to keep the editorial to myself but those who know me know exactly how I feel about this fucking thing and Obama's all too telling reaction to it. God bless our men and women in uniform.
I just got back from Oregon. I had to take a class and a very important one at that. I'm about two years away from achieving my industry designation (been at it for five years now), and this class was part of the program. The course was called Advanced Income Capitalization and the challenge ranked right up there with my graduate school work. An absolute beast. 8 to 5 every day with mass homework each night. I was shacked up in the Shiloh Inn with one thing and one thing only on my mind; total domination. I kicked that fucking exam in the teeth. It took me three hours to complete (47 questions) and I walked out of there feeling pretty damn good.
Meanwhile, my ex-wife stayed here at the house with the kids. When I returned home, this is what was left of my property.
BWAHAHAHAHAH!!! Nah, just kidding. There's actually a pretty sad story about this picture. The site is located in West Seattle. Whole Foods proposed a new grocery store and other retail suites along with apartments on the upper floors. Shortly after they finished digging the hole, the site fell into litigation and the owners into bankruptcy. Now it sits idle and the angry residents of West Seattle now call it the "Hole" Foods site. Get it? Get it? It is just another example of the dire straits our nation's commercial real estate markets are in today.
Anyway, I had to pick her up at the airport and that was rather awkward but I had the kids with me so they provided the necessary buffer zone between the two of us. When we got home I parked the truck in the garage, grabbed my bags, hugged the kids, gave her an envelope stuffed with cash, and bolted. I didn't even see her when I returned home because she had to catch an early flight so grandpa took the kids for a few hours. Nice. But to my surprise, my ex-wife took care of the place. She cleaned the hell out of it, rearranged furniture, organized closets and overhauled the kids' wardrobes. She even made lunches for the kids, ate with them at school, and met their teachers. Shocking.
So that's that. The experiment worked. Now I have a new option for when I have to go on trips but I won't be making a habit of this. It was weird inviting her into my home in the first place. But at least I know that we can at the very least work together after the hell she has put us through these last few years. Who knows. Maybe she is starting to mature now. About fucking time. After all, she'll have 43 years this December.