Some People

Spoke to my stepmother over the 4th of July weekend. She and my dad are watching my step-nephew and nieces because their mom is recovering from surgery and their dad has decided he is no longer interested in being a father. What a dick. After over a decade of marriage and three beautiful kids, he has decided to walk away from his marriage and his responsibilities. You don't want to be married anymore? Fine. But you don't get to just stop being a father... especially when the kids need you. Be a fricking man already. Grandma and Grandpa should not have to step up and be stand-in parents because you have teen feelings. The kids can sleep over at your new bachelor pad while your soon to be ex-wife recovers from the hysterectomy necessitated in part by giving birth to your children (you know the ones you wanted at the time). They should not become the responsibility of people who already did their part... raising their own children.
The decision to have a family - to have children is not a something you did on a whim. The three kids were not accidents. You and your wife decided that you wanted a family together. Beyond your simple marriage vows, you made a commitment to the children to be a father and to your wife to co-parent. If you don't want to be a parent, then keep it wrapped up and make sure your partner knows she will be on her own before conception takes place. It is more honest.

Well now that is just wrong

I have to confess, I have a severely wicked sense of humor. I am that person that when she hears someone pumping in the rest room is tempted to moo. It's true. I don't do it... well, just silently in my head. Now, I am actually pro-breast feeding. I think it is the right way to go and I admire nursing moms for their dedication to their children. Its just something about the noise that the electronic milking machines make that immediately takes me back to my childhood and that tour of the dairy farm. The other completely inappropriate impulse I have involves the individual I loving refer to as "crazy runner lady." This poor crazy woman who cannot possible have an actual job as she is constantly running through the neighborhood and across town is actually quite ill. The largest part of her body is her calf muscle. I kid you not. She obviously has some sort of horrible mental problem like anoxeria or body dysmorphia. She looks horrible. You can be too skinny. Her face is all sunken in and I'm sure she looks years older than her age. I want to yell things like "Move your fat ass" from the comfort of my car. There. I said it. I am a bit evil. In the words of SBC, "Build a bridge and get over it."

Yes, I am am that crazy....

For the last decade I have been taking 50 mg of a drug called trazodone each and every night. I started taking the drug to curb panic attacks and help me sleep without worrying about the cats accidentally catching fire. (hey, it could happen) Now, ten years later, I no longer have a stressful job, my life is happy and harmonious, I exercise regularly and I figure let's try and wean off of it. I know not to go cold turkey so I cut the dosage in half and for a week try taking just 25mg each night. I was fine until day 5. That's when my brain started to hum. I was still sleeping pretty well, but by the end of the day, I was distracted and a bit distant. My brain was not functioning on all cylinders or maybe it was working on too many at the same time. I just don't know. But my husband kept giving me that worried look and asking if I were okay - that's my trigger for knowing that I am not. So last night I took the full 50. My neurochemistry is still not back to where it should be, but I am confident I will be fine in a few days.

Gasp!

So one of our oldest and somewhat revered deans has been charged by the police with petty theft of University funds. Now theft is something I just never really understood. Sure, I have used the fax machine to send a personal fax, take the occasional personal call on my University phone, and have taken an envelope to mail something not work related, but I would never steal money. Furthermore, as someone who was responsible for millions of dollars at one time, I understood that there were checks in place to catch this sort of thing. Only a complete idiot would steal from the University and think s/he would get away with it. You leave a paper trail. Every dollar has to be accounted for - where it goes and who authorized it. Then to use one's university-sponsored personal account to "hide" the money was really dumb. What I don't understand is why her business office and the University let her get away with this practice for so long. It is not like she needed the money. Since it was the same amount of money each year, I bet this is one of those stupid things where she thought she could use the funds for purchases that were loosely program related at least in her mind. Perhaps she bought shirts for everyone in the program or something that wasn't kosher within State law. I can see her doing something reasonably stupid like that. But the amounts of money wouldn't cover her car note - she drives a Mercedes. Now her 30 years of service to the University are down the drain and instead of celebrating her retirement, the University will try to forget she even existed.

Why Concealed Carry is Not for Me

It was not a good way to start my work day. I am talking about my drive in. I had a fine time earlier this morning snuggling with Jack and getting ready for work. The drive in however involved three separate drivers who thought 30 miles per hour in a 40 was just fast enough. Are you frickin kidding me?! Its not a case of there being a good deal of traffic or we're headed to a red light anyway. Nope. In all three cases it was simply retarded drivers out to get me. I think as I am driving behind these morons that the world would be a much better place without their genes. I am pretty sure that I should be allowed to shoot them. Hence, the title of this rant.

Really????

Our school has one of the best music programs in the country. I am not bragging. It is simply a fact. We had the John Lennon Bus come to campus and our best and brightest music students showed off their skills. They made a video that all can see thanks to YouTube and the John Lennon bus site. I get that the song itself was supposed to be artsy. Well done. I don't understand why there was not a frickin voice student doing the vocals. It sounds like shit. We are known for our voice majors. Why then is the bass violist singing? He is flat and atonal. It is an embarrassment. Phew. Glad to get that off my chest.

You Gotta Be Kidding

So, tales of the Webmaster has been an ongoing theme in my writings but mostly on one of my other blogs. This story goes in the vent blog (this one!). I spend a few minutes each day (now that I no longer have a student worker) going through the Webmaster account. Most of the inquiries (aside from the spam) are for other departments. People send in requests for info on admissions and whatnot. Unfortunately some of the folks I forward messages to would reply directly to the Webmaster account as opposed to reading it through and replying directly to the original sender. So I started writing in colored text "Please do no reply to the Webmaster." Well, that was getting overlooked. So I started writing it in Times New Roman 18 so it wouldn't be missed. Bear in mind, I feel like a total asshole every time I do this. But it was working. Until today. Some choad that works across campus took the time to delete the "Please do not reply to Webmaster" message and then reply to me rather than the person whose name s/he got wrong!!!!! Fucking idiot.