Day to Day

4-26-12

I wake up around 9:50 and see the wife is not sleeping next to me. Obviously she got up with the bots, put him on the bus and fell asleep on the couch watching Jewelry TV. I get up, check online shit and find out I got TWO packages in the apartment office waiting for me. I shit and head on over to get them. One is the (SECRET) cards that apparently were dropped off at the office complex, even when the door tag said it wasn’t. Oh well, at least they are here! The second packet contained my two replacement AP cards for the Avengers set! The wife and I drive out and take care of some bank shit and then hit Logans for lunch. We chat with our fav. Waiter there whose name is Ed. Seriously folks, if you hit the Logans Steakhouse in West Lansing ever, ask to sit in Ed’s section. Of all the restaurants I’ve been to (and look at me, its been MANY places), he’s gotta be the best server I’ve ever dealt with. Every time I’ve seen him, he’s always business and a smile. He goes out of his way for everyone. Go there, ask for him, and TIP HIM WELL! Believe me, he’s worth it. He rocks! Nothing I hate more than poor service and in today’s day and age, finding good service is as rare as Unobtainium in Avatar.

After eats we head home and I put the two blank cards up on Scoundrel. Immediately I get a buyer interested and we agree on what he wants. Bots comes home and he is extremely moody. I finish online shit and start inking Sherlock Holmes cards from the night before. After a while, I feel tired so I plan on a nap. The wife heads to the bedroom with bots to give me some space and quiet. After inking two more, I curl up on the couch. In a bit I hear a scream and crying. Turns out bots got rambunctious and was bouncing on the bed with the wife on it. He fell onto her head which was hard enough, but he did it again and landed right on her lower stomach. Instantly the wife is freaking out that perhaps damage was done to our baby. I search online for medical thoughts and advice. Learning that as long as there is no bleeding there should be no concern. There is not and the stomach pain subsides and we call it a false alarm, thank goodness.

Nap time for me now in ruins I watch some MAN VS. FOOD on On Demand. I love that show but it makes me hungry as fuck when I watch it! So I score some ice cream and eat and watch all four episodes on there, including one from Charlotte, NC…. Where I will be in a couple of months! We decide to head back out and I drop off the MARS CARDS at Ups for a triumphant return trip to NYC Topps. Then to Big Lots where we buy a new bedsheet and bots a DVD (mom and him are making up). I find a 2 disc Rocky collection for $5 and score that too. We get home and clean out the car and I get online to update the blog and take care of paypal stuff. Then I flip the mattress and put the new sheet on it. The wife cleans bots’ room. Then I head in early for work. My intention is to get some new shoes for work as mine have massive holes in them and my feet constantly hurt in them. I get to Walmart and decide on a good pair of steel toe boots, a shoe I used to wear a lot when I Was younger.

I get to work for my 8-4am shift in a good mood, which lasts about 5 minutes. The club manager comes over and asks if we had any applications for him. Seconds before that my co-worker says we have no pens and we have apparently given a lot of them (including our scissors) to them. They are always taking our stuff. So when he comes over to ask for the apps, I jokingly ask him if he can give us some of our pens back in trade. For some reason, he takes extreme offense to what I say and he mumbles to himself as he leaves our side. Saying stuff like “we ain’t got your stupid pens cause we buy our own.” I thought it was odd he just walked away like that. Then seconds later he re-emerges and says “Hey Adam I don’t know if you are just being funny, sarcastic or a dick about it but I don’t appreciate it.” Then turns around and walks back to the club. I’m left wondering what the hell I did and why everyone is so moody!?! So instantly I am deflated and left wondering why I even try in the first place. I try to pay it no mind but all night I am left wondering what the heck?!? And it is just a further reinforcement to me that the place is toxic and I cannot get along with anyone there. I have no idea what I did or why people don’t like me there. The place is just full of angry broken people. Plain and simple. And if I let people or places bother me that don’t deserve to be an issue in my life, thats on me. I shouldn’t care. I don't know why I do in the first place. It takes just a little thing to derail me and I decide that my armor needs help. 

After a while, I let it go and focus on how my boots are hurting my feet. Man I need to break those in! I finally get out at 4 and head home listening to some Joey Diaz. Then pass out as soon as I hit the pillow.

4-27-12

I hear the wife getting stuff out of the house around 9 and then 10 saying she’s going into town. I go back to sleep till around 11:30. I get up and check online shit. The wife falls asleep and I ink some Sherlock Holmes cards while bots plays. I also do pencil sketches for an Avengers AP card for a customer and send them to him for approval. I put the Ipad back on Craigslist for $225 and immediately get a buyer, a guy from a local screen printing Tshirt company at RetroDuck.com (check em out! Good work there and great people!) We agree to meet at 2:30 for transaction. (FINALLY! I found a non-weirdo on Craigslist!) I wake the wife and we head to the Mcds to meet him and we do the exchange. Money in hand we head to Walmart and stock up on groceries and diapers for the kid. Also get the wife a pair of new work shoes. We get home and I announce the killer idea of taking a swim. So we get inside, get dressed and head to the pool. I swim for about 10 minutes and then take a dip in the hot tub for another 20 minutes. After we get out, we head to the apartment. The wife changes bots and he plays in the other room. I’m feeling randy so I offer up a quickie in the closet where bots won’t hear us (HUBBA!). Yada yada, I lay down quite relaxed. The stress from last night completely gone with the one two punch of hot tub and some quality time with the wife!

I get up, check email and talk to Jordan about doing a background graphic for his online game he wants to do. I do some sketches and outline the deal. We agree on a price. He likes my ideas and promises that if it goes smooth, then there will be plenty of work for me in the future! I like the sound of that. Then I head to work. I work the first two hours by myself and then Juan comes in. I like working with him cause he loves movies as much if not more than I do, and that’s all we talk about. Obscure actors, movies and quotes. All night long. It’s a welcome treat and distraction. My feet are hurting extremely bad because I’m still trying to break in my boots. I spend most of the night walking around without my boots on, to prevent pain. Despite a ton of drunk college students and obnoxious fighting, the night goes kind of smoothly. Plus the club manager I had the problem with the night before treated me normal once again, so whatever. I let it all go. During the weekend they were having a “fetish/whips” theme for the girls and these customers who were way into bondage came in with a huge wooden X and were putting on a whipping/S&M show. I missed all the performances because I simply don’t care to see that. I end up surviving the shift and head home and pass out around 4:30.

4-28-12

I hear the bots kicking his door at 7:45 and I get up and lay on the couch with him and doze in and out watching cartoons till around 10:30. Still exhausted from the night before, I don’t really become “myself” until around 11. I get up, feed fish and check online shit. I chat online with Walters about Dallas Con and finish coloring a card commission and send him a pic. Then I get to work on coloring the Holmes cards I had fully inked. Around 2pm I decide to go check the mail but the wife has the keys. BAH! So I continue working on cards and catching up on podcasts until 2pm. I dig through the spare closets to see if I can find the wife’s old maternity pants, to no avail. I cook fries and burgers for the bots and I and we hang out till 4pm when the wife gets home. Then we all head to Grand Ledge to the Walgreens to pick up some stuff for her store. Then I get Mcds for the wife and bots. I opt out because we talk about drinking some tonight! (Well, ME drink. She’s still preg!)

We get home and I pencil and ink six more Holmes cards and then take a nap on the couch till 9pm. I get up, check internet shit while the wife puts bots to bed. She’s done and then we watch old music videos on youtube while I down four Amarettos and Sprites and she sips on a non-alcoholic beer. Finally around midnight, we pass out to AVGN in our room.

4-29-12

I hear bots kicking the door at 8am on the dot. I get up cause the wife has to work a 2-11 today. I attempt more sleep on the couch but I am not feeling it. So I get up and check online shit and update blog. I am in the home stretch on the holmes cards so I vow to get them all penciled and inked at least today. So I get some drinks and get to work listening to newer Joe Rogan podcasts to keep me company. Dean tweets me and says that he’ll probably see Avengers on Thursday when I cannot go cause I gotta work. I say no problem and still plan on seeing it Friday. (I took the day off work even to make sure I saw it on premiere day, that’s how excited I am!) Around 10:30 I decide to cook up some hamburgers for the sleeping wife and the smell wakes her up (natch). We chow and I lay down on the couch and catch a couple hours of sleep before she has to go to work. She takes off and I get to work. I finish the Holmes cards and then do a couple pieces for the FCBD signing next weekend. One is a Catwoman that doesn’t really look that great but then I do a Wonder Woman with an ass shot that should definitely sell! (always does!) Then I straighten up my art desk and a bit of the house while the kid tries to undo all that I clean and put away. I decide to leave the major art projects for after he falls asleep, as he’s being needy and rambunctious. We watch Man V. Food for a while and he starts to get tired, so I put him to sleep and end up checking internet stuff and watching more Man V. Food til the wife gets home. We watch a few episodes together until we lay down together and I pass out reading a book after brokering a deal for her to get up with bots in exchange for a backrub.