Now till Retirement

I have come to the realization that my time will never be my own as long as I live in close proximity to my father. Even on this Christmas day, every time i set to do something for myself my god damned time was ordered about for his tasks… as stated before my time off is rare as it is and of all days I have off it is because its Christmas.

I would have done without any gifts just to be left alone for half the day. I have not been able to have a single ounce of a social life because I am not respected. I do not want to be a bad son and say no and quit telling me what to do, and I would never dream of such… if this had not become a daily thing.

I do not get a break. After work help is needed, rare days off help is needed, Christmas help is needed… and its all for voluntary projects he has elected to do, not necessities. Stuff that can wait one god damned fucking day so I have sanity in my life and don’t end up depressed because my needs are being ignored. This is seriously the final time I am going to try and talk this out with him, next time I am going to end up saying stuff I regret.

So much for having a good day.

I think as far as my family goes, everyone received items they either wanted or could use, without going too overboard. I am the lucky recipient of a new Timex Expedition watch as a replacement to my last one with a broken face, some T shirts, an Axe gift set, Dvds of the Borat movie and The 300, Cd set of Cowboy Bebop music, some cd-r’s, and some money that has already been dumped into my mutual funds.

I gave out clothing that was requested, a mixer for a guitar to my sister, money to a friend, and a computer that is not quite done yet to my friend.

I lack free time, the vast majority of my time is spent at work and I have little left over to do what I want… let alone shop for Christmas gifts. I am not what one would call a savvy person when it comes to pleasing others with gifts, luckily the internet and my sister have saved me this year. She wants a very specific effect board for her guitar and rather then give her something she does not want, it will arrive to her shortly via mail from Musician’s Friend. In return she is picking out gifts for my father, brother, and cousins on my behalf.

Books. Lots of em. Spent a bit more then I normally would at Amazon.

My friends, coworkers, and customers are a tad easier. JRCigars wins their allotment of my money to buy various bundles of JR Alternatives and split em up to make them samplers as gifts.

For me… I have decided to add a minimum of $50.00 a month into a T Rowe Price fund called New Asia that I like quite a bit and would not be unhappy holding for the long term.

That is what I came to find when I walked into the garage as of 10 minutes ago. Nasty overflow from the washing machine not having the ability to drain properly anymore. Decided to tear apart the drain U joint to see what was wrong and bout lost my dinner with the odor of the sludge that fell out. Sadly, it was not just in the U joint and is quite extensive, brushing it out a bit helped but I am going to need to devise some way to clean further down the pipe if I wish to wear clean clothing in the future.

I should probably be asleep, but with the present circumstances… the laundry must be re rinsed, then I may dry it. I feel like smoking a cigar, but it is far too cold outside and I for the life of me can not find any of my longer wooden matches nor my butane lighter. Oh well, time for an awesome night of not much other than irritants.