Finally, the last day of May is tomorrow! All the reason I need to put up only my 3rd blog this month, because as we all know, there is nothing more exciting than ending the month punching keys on a keyboard.
This has been one of the longest months I've had in a while. Okay, while the space/time continuum is still in place, it just seems like one of... ah, forget it, you get the idea.
My classes have been... going. Don't get me wrong, I still hate math, but I kind of miss Algebra class, and sitting at work for 5 hours working on incredibly complex problems that border on calculus. These classes have been somewhat disappointing, as in not as interesting as I had thought/hoped they'd be.
That being said, I am still knocking out the classes with "A's" in both, but I think I am suffering from a sort of post-interesting-class depression, because I am just counting the days until these classes are over.
On an interesting note, in my humanities class, I had to do a minimum 4 page, 1250 word on any artist in history, any medium. So I skipped the classic artists, Michaelangelo, Donatello, Rafael, and Leonardo... strangely, these are actually famous artist, not just pizza munching mutant turtles who excel at martial arts and hang out with a strangely pedophilic old rat named Splinter.
I decided to do mine on Bill Watterson who was the artist/creator of my favorite comic strip, Calvin and Hobbes. Now admittedly, he's probably not going to sell very many paintings at auction for over $10 Million, but hey, I admired his dedication to his craft.
Anyways, I turned this in, and my humanities teacher, who is a legit English Literature teacher, gave me an A+ on it, and asked for a digital copy of it to use as an example for her future classes. Yes, I am awesome!
Sitting at work on a Sunday, streaming E.S. Posthumus on the computer, and drinking water, because it's frigging hot in here and the engineers won't turn on the F'n air conditioner on the lobby level during the weekends... Le' Douches!
Only 6 more classes then I get a month off... thinking about buying my CompTIA Network+ book and working on my next level certification... and buying a gun. But that's a story for June... now you have something to look forward to...
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
A man's home is his castle, except when...
There is a saying that a man's home is his castle.
That would be true in my case, except when your HOA has stupid rules and your neighborhood kids are douchebags. Now, before I get flooded with hate mail for calling kids douchebags, let me explain.
Over the past few months, the neighborhood kids have taken up residence on my front lawn whenever the mood strikes, and on special occasions, sitting on our front porch. Uninvited.
Now, if I were a tolerant person, this wouldn't be a problem. But I am not a tolerant person, and have told the kids to go play on someone elses lawn. Because most of these kids are of "African descent", we've been labeled racist by some snot nosed, self important, where the wild things are douchebag 8 year old who doesn't even know what the meaning of racist is.
It's gotten to the point where today, as I was leaving for class, it was like the entire 2nd grade were trying to reinact Woodstock (minus the trash, drugs, nudity and music) on my front lawn. And when I told them to move, they just stared at me like "How DARE you demand us to leave your property?"
Which leads me to our HOA. They have a stupid rule that prohibits us from building any kind of fence in our front yards, which is bullshit in itself. I just want to figure out a way to keep these little bastards and bastardettes off my F'n property! Any ideas?
That would be true in my case, except when your HOA has stupid rules and your neighborhood kids are douchebags. Now, before I get flooded with hate mail for calling kids douchebags, let me explain.
Over the past few months, the neighborhood kids have taken up residence on my front lawn whenever the mood strikes, and on special occasions, sitting on our front porch. Uninvited.
Now, if I were a tolerant person, this wouldn't be a problem. But I am not a tolerant person, and have told the kids to go play on someone elses lawn. Because most of these kids are of "African descent", we've been labeled racist by some snot nosed, self important, where the wild things are douchebag 8 year old who doesn't even know what the meaning of racist is.
It's gotten to the point where today, as I was leaving for class, it was like the entire 2nd grade were trying to reinact Woodstock (minus the trash, drugs, nudity and music) on my front lawn. And when I told them to move, they just stared at me like "How DARE you demand us to leave your property?"
Which leads me to our HOA. They have a stupid rule that prohibits us from building any kind of fence in our front yards, which is bullshit in itself. I just want to figure out a way to keep these little bastards and bastardettes off my F'n property! Any ideas?
Monday, May 10, 2010
Nothing... nothing... nothing... then BAM! Something happens!
I haven't written in awhile, since I've been kind of working on a term paper for my Humanities class, and watching Giants games on the computer while at work.
And in reality, I haven't done anything noteworthy in quite a few weeks anyways, which deprived me the opportunity to observe things that otherwise would provide for witty commentary.
Cut to Saturday. I decided that instead of the (not for me) usual cards, flowers and going out to a restaurant on Mother's Day, I decided to do a Mother's day dinner on Saturday, but one that I actually cooked.
So Friday, I hit up the store, and did a little shopping for the ingredients I would need to make dinner. Spent a good 45 minutes checking out this and that, scrutinizing the meats and inspecting the seafood. I made my purchases, and spent close to $100 on this dinner (cooked for 5 people), realizing that I actually saved money doing it myself than going to a restaurant and dealing with the unwashed (in Georgia, probably 80% true) masses.
Saturday came, and I spent parts of the morning doing prep work, chopping and dicing and mincing. In the afternoon, the MIL, her husband, and the FIL came over, and while the rest of the family was relaxing on the porch, I literally slaved over a hot stove whipping up the first course, which was an improvised Shitake and Portabello mushroom risotto, which got rave reviews and requests to make it again at some point. I quickly ate this in the kitchen while the others were enjoying it in the dining room, so I could get the second course started and keep dinner flowing.
The second course was pan seared filet mignon, then oven baked, with a red wine pan sauce and pan seared (ok, I like pan searing stuff) fresh (not frozen) sea scallops and steamed asparagus. Now, up until Saturday, I had never ever attempted to cook a scallop, and after watching every season of Hell's Kitchen and seeing Gordon Ramsey tear into these more experienced chefs screwing up the scallops, I was intimidated. Fortunately, I went online, got a brief video instruction, and did a test scallop that morning.
Apparently, I can cook a freakin' scallop, because the wife keeps mentioning them (and feeding my already super inflated cooking ego).
Ok, so I cheated on dessert. Went to a bakery, and got a small 6 searving lemon cake, and we all had some, including the kiddo, who went on a sugar rampage outside after dinner.
So Sunday, went to work, came home, and we went to see Iron Man 2. Good flick, didn't like the replacement of Terrance Howard with Don Cheadle, but the humor and story was good.
Which leads me to today. Summer class registration started this morning at 8 am, and I was ready. I had all my classes figured out and went to register... and couldn't get the Economics course, the last of my core classes, because for some reason, the system said I hadn't met the prerequisites. Towhich I said BULLS**T, and piled myself into the car, and drove the whole 5 minutes to campus, and got it taken care of. While I was walking back to my car, I stopped by the bookstore and bought something I have always wanted. A chef's jacket (which would have come in handy Saturday). So now, when I get all culinary, I can throw on the jacket and chef up a storm.
Went back home, and got my Econ class registered for, so this upcoming quarter, 3 classes on the docket. The Economics course (my last core class) which will be done online, and 2 tech courses, both of which are primers for the CompTIA A+ Certification which I already have, so they should be easy as hell. I can easily see 2 A's and a B this next quarter.
And in reality, I haven't done anything noteworthy in quite a few weeks anyways, which deprived me the opportunity to observe things that otherwise would provide for witty commentary.
Cut to Saturday. I decided that instead of the (not for me) usual cards, flowers and going out to a restaurant on Mother's Day, I decided to do a Mother's day dinner on Saturday, but one that I actually cooked.
So Friday, I hit up the store, and did a little shopping for the ingredients I would need to make dinner. Spent a good 45 minutes checking out this and that, scrutinizing the meats and inspecting the seafood. I made my purchases, and spent close to $100 on this dinner (cooked for 5 people), realizing that I actually saved money doing it myself than going to a restaurant and dealing with the unwashed (in Georgia, probably 80% true) masses.
Saturday came, and I spent parts of the morning doing prep work, chopping and dicing and mincing. In the afternoon, the MIL, her husband, and the FIL came over, and while the rest of the family was relaxing on the porch, I literally slaved over a hot stove whipping up the first course, which was an improvised Shitake and Portabello mushroom risotto, which got rave reviews and requests to make it again at some point. I quickly ate this in the kitchen while the others were enjoying it in the dining room, so I could get the second course started and keep dinner flowing.
The second course was pan seared filet mignon, then oven baked, with a red wine pan sauce and pan seared (ok, I like pan searing stuff) fresh (not frozen) sea scallops and steamed asparagus. Now, up until Saturday, I had never ever attempted to cook a scallop, and after watching every season of Hell's Kitchen and seeing Gordon Ramsey tear into these more experienced chefs screwing up the scallops, I was intimidated. Fortunately, I went online, got a brief video instruction, and did a test scallop that morning.
Apparently, I can cook a freakin' scallop, because the wife keeps mentioning them (and feeding my already super inflated cooking ego).
Ok, so I cheated on dessert. Went to a bakery, and got a small 6 searving lemon cake, and we all had some, including the kiddo, who went on a sugar rampage outside after dinner.
So Sunday, went to work, came home, and we went to see Iron Man 2. Good flick, didn't like the replacement of Terrance Howard with Don Cheadle, but the humor and story was good.
Which leads me to today. Summer class registration started this morning at 8 am, and I was ready. I had all my classes figured out and went to register... and couldn't get the Economics course, the last of my core classes, because for some reason, the system said I hadn't met the prerequisites. Towhich I said BULLS**T, and piled myself into the car, and drove the whole 5 minutes to campus, and got it taken care of. While I was walking back to my car, I stopped by the bookstore and bought something I have always wanted. A chef's jacket (which would have come in handy Saturday). So now, when I get all culinary, I can throw on the jacket and chef up a storm.
Went back home, and got my Econ class registered for, so this upcoming quarter, 3 classes on the docket. The Economics course (my last core class) which will be done online, and 2 tech courses, both of which are primers for the CompTIA A+ Certification which I already have, so they should be easy as hell. I can easily see 2 A's and a B this next quarter.
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