The Birthday Girl, Bombs Over Iran & The Death of a Squirrel.

Saturday we had the big ONE year party for Alaya!! Lola went to the venue early to finish setting up while we kind of did our own thing leading up to the party at 1. It’s probably a good thing that the original location were assholes and double booked. That was going to be primarily outside and it was freaking windy Saturday. Shit would have been blowing all over the place.

The part was really fun. My other mother Georgia came with my mom. She has been a part of my life since I was at least 2. Her son, my brother Samuel also came with his with a son. We had been trying to get Alaya and Alex together for a while now but something comes up. Usually one of them being asleep. Yvette’s side of the family really turned up for the party but very few of the fathers. Weird because we had expected about 30 more people. Oh well. Alaya had a damn blast. The bounce house that is now ours will be a hit for birthdays to come. The food was fantastic. It was a joyous occasion that we will all cherish even if she doesn’t remember.

After the party we let the sleepy girl see her presents. She was grifted with so much. I went to the store and my mother’s. Came home and made something with leftovers and waited for the bombs

The great US of A decided to bomb Iran. Don’t get me wrong, fuck Iran. But we don’t need another fucking WAR!! Israel isn’t a nation we need to defend. They are committing genocide. We are on the wrong side of history. I hate this administration. I never had such a distaste for politics until the orange fuck came into office. What the fuck is wrong with us!!! The rest of the world is watching and we are the fools. How is this supported. I’m embarrassed for our country. We are better than what we have let ourselves become. I hope it comes as no surprise to everyone that supports this move when our fragile economy once again takes a nose dive into the sewers. The only pockets getting filled are the assholes in charge.

Sunday we all decided it would a good time to go ahead and top off with some gas. Due to the politics of the world being completely FUBAR, gas prices will likely be on the rise after Saturdays nights bombing. Iran is already planning on cutting off 20% of the world’s gasoline. Yay, Trump. My god, the reality which we live.

After gazing up, eating breakfast and cleaning we made a trip to the pool with the little lady. She tried out one of her birthday gifts, a flotation device. She does love the water and I’m happy we have the luxury of providing her a place to swim. The pool was pretty deserted. It was windy and partly cloudy so I guess people thought it too cold. I thought it was perfect. Yvette and I really don’t get into the water so the weather conditions were ideal for us poolside loungers.

Yvette and I stopped by my mother on our way out. I’d say we just sat around a visited for about an hour. This is something I generally do everyday so it was nice to have Yvette with me. She usually has too much going on after work to join me. She asked me afterwards “ is that what you and your mom do, just sit around and talk?” Yep. Just that. Haha.

Monday oh Monday. I woke up very well rested. On the way to work a little bitty squirrel couldn’t make up its mind if it was crossing g the street or not. Back and forth this little guy made until I was right upon him. Cu-clunk. I made the mistake of looking into the damn rearview mirror. He wasn’t dead. He was flopping all over the road. It broke my heart. Why oh why did that have to happen. It’s been years since I have hit a squirrel. I hate that. Why not a clean death. I know I’m a little sensitive to animal suffering. It haunts me.

Game of Thrones. Teegan and I had the house and dinner to ourselves so we decided to start the show from the first season. We blazed through 3 episodes. I realized that the first season aired the same year I started working on campus. That was 2011. That was a life ago. Insane. So much has happened in that time. Every Sunday my ex-wife and I went to my parent’s house with a pizza and we watched the show. That was the beginning. Eventually my dad lost his mind and my mother moved. So I liked starting it over with Teegan. It was great getting to the beginning with a new life. We have a lot to watch.

I was consistently busy during the week. Contrary to what everyone thinks, summer is generally our busiest time of year. End of year spending and projects that can only be done with the students gone keeps us on our feet running. Damn shame because summer is the time of year that I feel compelled to do jack shit because of the scorching temperatures. What a bummer.

The time has finally come for my youngest brother to have to put his dog Django down. I’m heartbroken for him. The poor beautiful Django was just unable to get up and move around anymore. Quality of life was minimal and pain was very likely. What kills is the dog still has the mind to want to live on. I dread the day I have to make a similar decision. It didn’t go well. The dog was not sedated before they began to administer the meds so he howls in fear and they placed a muzzle on him. My brother was traumatized, rightfully so. I was pissed. It hurts my heart even thinking about it. I made sure to give my pups some extra love when I got home on Wednesday.

Thursday was a special day for me. I was to go see another doctor. Yay. I hate being bounced around. The thing is at least I feel fine. To be fair, after seeing the doctor I actually felt better. Pissed, but better. The anxiety subsided. For a week I had been catching myself zoning out. Worrying you might be fucked is much worse than learning you might be fucked. Most medical situations are out of one’s hands so why stress. Yvette was there with me for the appointment and I love her more than my own life for that. Mainly gained context until the next doctor in San Antonio. Fucked up back…. Haha🙄 We went for a drinks dna treat after the doctor.

Fuck Friday. Actually, Friday was AMAZING. The first truly free day I’ve had mentally. Grade A+ performance review. Zero anxiety or stress. Yvette and I had a grand ole time. Sadly, no Alaya. She went to Dallas with her momma. Quiet evening.

Happy Friday!!!