2/25/08

Hrmph.

Something a cousin of mine posted on my sister’s Myspace. My sister’s name is April and she is married to Jeremy. “thats good u have made it over the hump of living togather im working on it and it is hard i know i hope we will have some little aprils and jeremys running around soon bruce needs to get on the ball we need more riggs lol“

Well today my mom did what she does best. She embarassed me. Not on purpose of course, and I’ll never tell her she did it. I don’t want to hurt her feelings. But this is what happened…

When we get our mail in our unit, the mailman comes into our office and dishes out the letters to the appropriate person… Well he handed me a stack of letters (almost always bills, of course)… except there was a strong pink colored envelope in my pile.

Now, working with a bunch of guys, they very quickly noticed that I had a pink envelope in my pile. “Who is that from, Riggs… your girlfriend?” I looked at the envelope. It was from my parents. Okay. Odd colors, but whatever. Without answering my coworkers question, I open up the letter.

“Bruce,

Happy Valentine’s Day to a son who’s always made me proud.

Love, Mom & Dad“

My Mom sent me a Valentine’s Day card… “So it IS from your girlfriend!” my coworker says…

“Uhm… no. It’s from my mom.“

And then of course. There was laughter. Lots of laughter. At my expense. So now I’m apparently so pathetic that the only girl mailing me V-day cards is my mother. <sigh>

But honestly, I appreciate the thought. It is the thought that counts, after all. But dammit, I wish they’d just mind their own business. Oh well.

At the moment, I’ve temporarily earned the nickname Mclovin (from Superbad)… so I’ve now got to once again show them my ugly side, bare my fangs, and slam one of them back in order to get that name off me. And I have the perfect way to do it.

One of our coworkers… as embarassing as it is… could possibly have testicular cancer. So if he gets… one removed… I’m going to start calling him Uno. Uno mother fucker. Har har har. What now? And I’ll call the short one Pinocchio and then chirp in the highest pitch voice I can “I’m a reaaaaaal boy!”. As for some of the others… hrm… I can’t really think of anything at the moment. But there will be Hell to pay for those who cross me. Mclovin my ass.

I hate being so mean but I wont let them push me around either.

Other than that.. it was a long day at work. And I am soooooo hurting from PT. My legs feel like absolute jello. Walking is sometimes an effort. And other times it’s a Great Effort.

I don’t remember getting in shape being this hard! My memory recalls it as ever-so-easy the first time around. Yet this time… Goddddd. I hate it. I down my protein shakes, eat me multivitamins. Down MEAT of some kind every day, work out twice a day… When is the pain gonna stop??? Sooner or later I’m suppose to adapt to a normal workout and not really feel so much pain.

Smash Bros. Brawl is coming, ladies! SMASH BROS BRAWL IS COMING!!!!! I’ve already added my best friend Jonathan as a Nintendo Wii friend, and I’m gonna add a coworker of mine as a Wii Friend too…

And when Smash Bros. Brawl comes out… It’s all over. My life will be consumed by that game. I love the Smash Bros. Games. This will be the 3rd one in the series. I hope it’s good. I think it will be.

Tomorrow we have formation at 0530 in the morning. Zero Five Fricking Thirty in the fricking morning. Ugggggghhhhh…

Why? Just to make sure everybody still has their dog tags, and ID card. They basically want to check on their property. (Since humans are just a piece of hardware with a Serial number to the Army) That’s gonna SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKK.

Well I think I’ve rambled on enough. G’night ladies.

~Bruce