Posts Tagged ‘personal’

Schadenfreude ist die schönste Freude.

May 4, 2020

Well, now. What do we have here? There you were, talking to everybody like you had your shit together, you were on your way up with a shit-hot new job.  Talking shit on both me and my wife like we were, well, lower than shit on the bottom of your shoe, like you were so much better and better off than we were — only, as it turns out, you were telling filthy lies to everyone, and your life is a fucking wreck, fucked up ten ways to Sunday, worse than it’s ever been, frankly, because of your bad decisions. You can say what you want about us, and I have no doubt you will…buuuuut….

… at least I still have my job, and a pretty good one at that.

…at least I didn’t burn through all my paid time off as I burned through God knows what substances legal and possibly not, leaving my employer to give me the choice between quitting or being fired.

…at least my house isn’t in foreclosure because of all the above.

…and, last, but certainly not least, none of my children are being raised by their grandmother, who has already put in her time raising her own children to adulthood.

And you know, I’m sure all your friends who pointed the finger at my wife and me for being “jealous” of your “success” would see this little gloat and sit on their self-righteous asses and tell me to have more compassion. Well, fuck them, fuck that, and fuck you. Now, I do hope you actually do get your shit together, for your kids if no one else, but fuck you just the same.

Cornteen musings.

April 10, 2020

Well then. How ’bout this current situation?

Not gonna lie. We have been so, so very fortunate. Not too much has changed for us with this whole coronavirus thing, as the current job allows me to work from home and all. No hours cut as of yet or anything.


But man, some people. I do not know to what extent it’s true, but I have heard that there are people out there bitching about having to go into the office while other people in the company are getting to work from home. As I understand it, they are saying something to this effect: “I want to be on vacation too!”

If I were a business owner, those were my employees, and I caught wind of that, I would happily oblige them with a vacation, all right — a permanent, unpaid vacation from the company. And I would replace them with people who would be grateful for having a job to go to. I mean, I’m glad to have the opportunity to work from home, and I am very glad to have a job that I can do that with, but even if I still had a job that I had to go on site to do, I’d just be grateful to have it.

Much as I love working from home, though, I am not gonna lie and say I don’t have the heebie-jeebies about this whole thing more and more as time goes on. How long, how far do we take this whole social distancing bit before the economy collapses and we have ourselves a bona fide 1930s-style Great Depression on our hands? There has GOT to be some sort of happy medium between staying in except for going to get the bare essentials and going to Walmart to window shop. Like a friend said, we’re looking down the barrel of home foreclosures, bankruptcies, suicides, families going on the street, that sort of thing. Yeah, I know. “You’re prioritizing MONEY OVER LIVES, YOU EVIL BASTARD!” Well, no, but I really, really think it’s worth asking at some point if this situation is being seen by the powers that be as Rahm Emanuel’s proverbial crisis not going to waste.

And don’t even get me started on the idiots agitating to completely shut down public transportation AND RIDESHARES and for HEB to only do curbside service. Because, of course, poor people who don’t have cars don’t need to get groceries, amirite?

But even so, there’s another set of idiots that make the above-mentioned ones look like rocket scientists, and that is the set of idiots who are all like, “We need to keep the economy almost completely shut down indefinitely, because muh just one life saved.”

I want to know the personal situations of the advocates of this strategy vis-à-vis steady income, buying food, and paying the bills. You know, maintaining a basic standard of living. Because there are A LOT of people who are on the verge of not being able to do that because of this. Methinks the people advocating for an indefinite economic shutdown are to a person speaking from the position of still having steady income and all that.

Also, what about the lives offset by the suicides of people who lose their livelihoods, their savings, their homes to this? Do they just not count?

A friend was like, “Well, maybe there needs to be some sort of back-breaking event to effect real change.”

Which may be true, as nihilistic as it may be, but I might feel better about it if this whole thing, again, didn’t reek of “never letting a crisis go to waste.” Frankly, I think this whole shutdown is nothing short of an economic Vietnam, with the virus itself playing the role of the Gulf of Tonkin incident. Tell me I’m wrong. It’s all there — fishy justification, untold resources down the drain, and no exit strategy.

Why I won’t be voting for Elizabeth Warren or Bernie Sanders

February 11, 2020

These thoughts brought to you by Sabra telling me about someone walking in our neighborhood trying to get out the vote for Warren on Saturday…


#RaisetheWage, huh? More like #ScrewPeopleWhoBotheredtoLearnMarketableSkills, if you ask me.

I’m just gonna come out and say it: the real moral outrage here is Ilhan Omar and her thieving ilk agitating for the de facto devaluing of the skills that so many people, like me, worked to acquire so they could work their way up from that minimum wage part-time job.

Not sure I ever came right out and talked about this, but here you go.

I came to San Antonio 10 years ago this coming June. I was unable to find work in the field I was in at the time, so I took what I could get, which at the time was — and this is no shit — part-time work at Walmart for minimum wage. We scraped along by the skin of our teeth for about 16 months until I was able to find full-time employment (albeit in a different, entirely new field). I got that job, got more experience in that new line of work, and moved along to better-paying jobs in that field, and while I am not going to discuss my actual wage, I do feel comfortable saying that I am making more money now than I ever have in my working life.

And Ilhan Omar, Elizabeth Warren and Bernie Sanders, and others, with that $15 minimum wage, want to take that away from me. They want to take that away from me to buy the votes of people who couldn’t be arsed to want to do better for themselves. If past performance is an indicator of future results, if I asked Elizabeth Warren if I was gonna get a raise commensurate with her minimum wage increase so as not to devalue the skills and experience I have acquired, she’d brush me off and laugh at me just like she did that man who asked if he was gonna get the money back that he spent on his daughter’s schooling when Warren was touting her student loan debt forgiveness plan on the campaign trail recently.

And it pisses me off. It pisses me off to the point that I could almost spit fire.

Well hey there, little dude!

January 25, 2019


Mr. Corbin-Story Samuel came into the world on Wednesday, January 24, at 1:54 PM. 8 pounds 5 ounces, 20.75 inches, and baby and Mama are both doing just fine. 😀

So yeah, I am still here…

October 21, 2017

Just been a lot going on. Specifically, WE CLOSED ON A HOUSE!

The actual closing date was September 29, but as I put it elsewhere, it’d been in the works for a while. We have a pretty big family, but the rents for something like a 4-bedroom house were…out of the question, let’s just put it like that. So, Sabra’s best friend Mark and his husband built a house last year and he made it his mission to get us into a house also. Mark put us into contact with a friend of his who works at Gold Financial, and the process was on…

ZOMG. ALL THE DOCUMENTATION. Some of it I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to get because of my work’s HR policies. And every time I thought I had gotten everything, they would come back and say, “we need this, this, and this.” I do understand why it’s that way, but to me that was probably the most exhausting part of it all.

That’s not to say finding a house itself wasn’t a real pain in the ass though. We looked at several houses in different parts of the city before making an offer on one back in March, on the city’s east side just off Roland Road & Rigsby Avenue…

…and then the house inspection came back. Foundation issues, wiring, and other stuff. It was so bad that the inspector offered to refund our money or hold it for another inspection. So, back to square one it was.

(Sucked too, because we could literally have WALKED to Whataburger from that house.)

So from there, stealing from Sabra:

Mark has a friend, Kimberly, who works for the city. She is administering a program with a certain local developer who is buying and renovating houses on the East Side. They had a house that needed to go to a low income family, the developer had no idea how to market it, but Mark had made sure everyone knew we were looking. So we got referred.
The developer was nice enough to take my input on the house. We bonded over the awesome tile in the bathrooms and the wood paneling in the family room. A LOT of work needed to be done–plumbing, wiring, roofing, etc. So it was a long wait. But it enabled Erik to build up some credit, and we worked with the city for down payment assistance.

So, to make a long story a little shorter:

We got all the docs, threw all the money, and signed all the papers, and we now have what might as well be a brand-freaking-new house tailor-made for us. And we got a screaming good deal on it in several different ways. I am so happy I could scream. Once upon a time I thought I’d be making $10 an hour and that we’d be renting until we croaked.

I am ever so thankful. God is good.

Now, back to your scheduled bitching commentary…

Harvey didn’t stop at the county line…

September 2, 2017

It looks like we’re seeing the same dynamic at work after Hurricane Harvey that we saw after Hurricane Katrina and, to a lesser extent, Hurricane Ike: big city gets most if not all of the attention while the smaller metros and towns get ignored.

Granted, it IS understandable. Major American city under water, tens of thousands if not hundreds of thousands of people displaced, and all that not-so-good stuff. But the flooding and devastation didn’t stop at the Houston city limits, nor at the Harris County line. I saw a graphic that outlined the area that was affected, ironically enough just to show the size of the affected area…and it completely excluded the area east and northeast of Winnie.


Interstate 10 just northeast of Winnie, Texas, in the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey. Photo seen on Dade Phelan Twitter feed:

For those who don’t know the geography of Texas, that’s the Beaumont-Port Arthur-Orange metropolitan area, aka the Golden Triangle, which (as defined by the Census Bureau) is home to just shy of 390,000 people. A pretty good bit of that area got flooded too…


Ninth Avenue in Port Arthur, Texas, after Harvey. When I lived in Port Arthur, from August 2001 to February 2009, I lived less than a mile from where this photo was taken. Source:

…and while it’s not Houston, it’s not exactly insignificant either. They’re about to get even more water coming down both the already-swollen Neches and Sabine rivers with the impending releases of water from the Steinhagen and Toledo Bend reservoirs. And then there are the small towns all up and down the coast, from Liberty to Loyola Beach, that were affected to varying degrees, some catastrophically.I don’t know. I remember having much the same thoughts after Katrina, and Rita too. Maybe I just take it more personally this time because I could been right in the middle of this all had things been different. Maybe I just feel a special bond to that place and the people I knew when I was there, many of whom I keep in touch with here on Facebook. Since I left Texarkana, I’ve lived in several different places around Texas, and so far I lived in the Golden Triangle longer than I lived anywhere except for Texarkana.

(That won’t be true for much longer, though!)

Southeast Texas, a lot of us are thinking about and pulling for y’all, even if we’re not there.

8 days. — ***UPDATED***

May 24, 2017

UPDATE, 24 May, 9:30 AM Central: WE HAVE POWER! FINALLY!


What’s the significance of that number, you ask?

That’s the number of days that we’ve been without power. But it hasn’t been for lack of trying.

Tuesday morning, May 16 — the day after the fire — I took off work and made calls. — to SAWS (water), Time Warner/Spectrum (Internet), and CPS Energy (power). The first two are taken care of. The third, well…

…if everything was good there, you wouldn’t be seeing this blog post.

The power was scheduled to be turned on at the new place on Thursday, May 18. They said they would contact me if any problems arose. I didn’t get any calls or emails, so I thought everything would be fine. But I decided to be proactive and call CPS Energy on Thursday.

Guess what?

It got delayed because they had to do an investigation into the request due to power being stolen at the new location. I could either wait for the investigation to take its course, staying in the hotel all the while, or pay the over $1000 for the power that was stolen and have them turn it on immediately. Because, of course, I just have that laying around after losing all that stuff in the fire and having to restock, right? They need a lease, and ALSO, I find out that there are repairs that need to be made.

I provide a lease.

They can’t read the lease.

I call the electrician, he comes out and says everything is fine.

I give them a better copy of the lease.

And then I find out I have to call the engineering department to get a line and meter put in.

I call the engineering department, I tell them what’s going on, and they transfer me to customer service to get things set up as a new move-in.

All the while, here we are, paying out every bodily orifice for a hotel and food (mostly with donations, and all of you who have donated have my eternal thanks for that).

Did I mention that I had to be the one to reach out to CPS Energy for this, every step of the way? Yes. They NEVER ONCE contacted me about any delays in the process.

(But they’ll for damn sure send me a bill and call me when my payment’s late, won’t they?)

Supposedly everything’s going to be on by the end of the day…

…but if we get to the weekend, we’re probably going to need to go back into a hotel. I am not sure, but I do know it’s going to get very hot, and I can’t just have my family out in that. So, and I hate hate, HATE to do this, but anything you could spare for donations for the emergency fund would be greatly appreciated. You can either donate to the fund I talked about here, or send donations to Sabra’s PayPal at the following email address:

sabramorse at gmail dot com

Again, thank you all so much for your help in this trying time.

I wouldn’t normally do this, but…

May 16, 2017

Gonna make this quick & dirty.

I got a text from Sabra yesterday afternoon saying a fire had started in the kitchen. The fire was contained to there, and everyone’s OK. We were able to secure another place from our landlord, and Sabra got all our electronics out and items of sentimental value…

…but there was a lot of smoke damage and the house is uninhabitable right now. Because of the smoke damage, all of our clothes are lost, as are all of the kids’ stuffed toys and other things, as well as all our furniture — beds, everything. The lovely and gracious Erin Palette has set up a fundraiser for us. Anything you can spare would be greatly appreciated.

Oh, hi there!

February 29, 2016



Mr. Duncan-Mark Thomas made his grand entry into the world at 1:15 this afternoon. 8 pounds and 9 ounces, and baby and mother are both doing just fine. 😀

Vaya con Dios, mama. Te amo por vida.

September 26, 2014





Psalm-Angel Guadalupe was born Wednesday evening, September 24, 2014, at 6:10 pm. She lived about an hour and a half before she went home to our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. She got to spend time with Mama and me, as well as her sisters and brother. She knew nothing but love her whole life. It was the absolute best we could have hoped for. I’ll be a grown-up and admit I was scared to watch them clean her up and dress her, but even with all the abnormalities she was still the most beautiful and perfect baby that I have ever seen. It was at that moment that I learned down to the fibers of my being what love truly is.

Thank you all, from the bottom of my heart, for being there for us.