RANT: I was stopped at a light and rearended last week. #1 hit #2 pushing #2 into me, #3. Thankfully everyone was fine. We pulled to the closest side street to exchange info. The guy that caused it tells me he was on his cell phone. The guy he pushed into me? Yeah, he's got no proof of insurance. I did not call the police, instead I told each what could have happened if they had been called. I hope they both do not repeat the same mistake.
I've had Lindsey Buckingham's "Holiday Road" in my head for two days straight. It came from nowhere. I don't know if this is a rant or a rave.
Rant: My cousin is getting married today. They have chosen to have a destination wedding on a Thursday in the middle of the school year. Most of my relatives have school-age children and/or work in a school. I get the feeling they didn't actually want anyone to come to the wedding, they just wanted presents. This was especially apparent to me when I found out they live-streamed the ceremony. Additional Rant: The best man at this wedding is my ex. My aunt and the groom's sisters are all social media addicts who I follow on numerous social media platforms. At some point in the next few days, I am going to be bombarded with pictures of a guy who broke up with me via text message looking fine as hell in a tuxedo. I am genuinely afraid to go on Facebook, but I also really want to see these pictures and get this over with.
Rant: While I was leaving work today, some guy got on our crowded elevator talking on his cell phone. We continued talking and he angrily asked us to hold it down. I got much louder. Fuck you, you self entitled asshole. If the call was that important, wait until you're done before getting into a 5x7 box full of people that are talking with one another. I hate people.
Rave: I turned 30 yesterday, and it feels great. I would honestly rather go through puberty again, even as the obese, socially awkward teenager that I was, than relive the five years between my 23rd and 28th birthdays. I am optimistic that things will continue to trend upwards! Rant: I am finally going to be able to finish moving tomorrow. I should have moved two weekends ago, but my new roommate didn't have Internet and didn't get it set up until yesterday. I am not so sure how this new living arrangement will work out, but it is time for a change. Rant: I will miss my current roommate's dog. I hope that she isn't here tomorrow to watch me move my stuff out.
Rant: I'm going to get a band together. Why a rant? Because I hate playing in front of people. I'm an idiot. Rant: Continuing the idiot motif, I had the weirdest experience today in the dog park. A girl, who is incredibly young (for me) seemed to be into me. I think. And that's why it's a rant, because at my age I still know nothing.
Rant: I knew it would mess with my head, but I went ahead and read the Lonely Death of George Bell in the New York Times. I then logged in to facebook immediately after finishing that and saw a status update that a childhood family friend (best friend of my little brother growing up) has died at 26 from an overdose that may or may not have been accidental. He was a really good guy. His parents also lost their firstborn in the mid nineties to cancer when she was just in high school. The world seems extra shitty today. Petty rant: I'm not sure what the facebook etiquette should be in regard to death, but emojis shouldn't be a part of it.
Rant: Feeling uncharacteristically sad. I could use some cheering up. If you're looking for suggestions, boobs work nicely. Not you Charles Johnson, or Nett. That was just unpleasant last time. And the time before.
Rave: Bought myself an early birthday present. It's the first Jeep I've had in a long time and I think I got a pretty good deal.
RANT: The moment you realize over half of your office is a bunch of closed minded, live in their own little bubble which appears nice on the outside but completely fuckered up on the inside, religion makes them better than everyone else fucking asshats. This is 2015. Everyone should follow the office rules that there are two topics that are completely taboo in the setting, politics and abortion. But why shegirl? Because as you open your mouth and the shit stream begins to flow from it perhaps, just maybe, there is someone in the room that not only does not agree with your views (they are yours though which I agree with) but may have a different stance. Not to mention may have gone through it themselves and their reason for having to do so is and will remain no ones business. I need to go home. I'm about snap.
Rant: This whole "household income possibly being cut in half" thing is a real bummer. Kinda puts a damper on things. We have a decent emergency savings with over 6 months worth of living expenses, but it's still crummy having this hang over our heads. Everything's on hold now. There's never a good time for things like this. Rave: At least I'm not a psycho with borderline personality disorder who brings misery wherever I go.
Rave: Just watched one of my best friends and his lady throw a surprise wedding last night and it was absolutely awesome. Rave: Got to catch up with a heap of people I haven't seen in years. Rant: Got less than two hours sleep and missed most of the world cup semi final. Blacked out on my bed and woke up in the hotel hallway in my underwear locked out of my room. I hate it when I sleep walk like that. Rant: I feel like seven different shades of shit right now. I am not adulting for the rest of the day.
Rant: I guess I'll try the confession thing. Yesterday, my wife and I were coming back from breakfast, and I had a view of a street that had trees down the left side. There was something about the way they looked that reminded me of a tree I would pass by every day when my dad was sick. A few hours later I was crying like a baby, as I couldn't take the subway home. I was struck with the thought that it is underground, and by pulling the plug on my dad I put him there and I just couldn't face it. It's been 11 years and I thought I was ok with everything that happened. Yesterday reminded me that I never will be ok with it and it hurts like hell. Sigh. It amazes me that the distance in time still hasn't fully healed me.
Rant: I'm handing in my resignation this week and really do not want to go to work tomorrow. Rave: Once the anxiety of the discussion that will follow is over, I'll feel so much better. Rant: I came home Friday from a work trip and a bit of vitamin water spilled in my bag... with my work computer in it. I dried it off and powered it down and left it open just in case. Now there's splotchy white spots over the whole screen. Fuck.
Rave: After 5 years, I've come back. Not really sure why I left. Checked my post history and the last time I posted, it was right before my first year of teaching. Wow. A lot has happened since then. We've moved into a house we love, had a other kid, been landlords and I've taught two different grades and subjects. I've also earned two master's degrees and my administrative license. So, what did I miss?
Big, fat, fuck-you rant: my ex wife came in this weekend and I got to see my son. This is a rant because because we were supposed to go to the LSU game but Hurricane Patricia and a neighboring weather system helped fuck that by raining almost all yesterday (supposed to stop sometime around Tuesday) Then I have an argument, first, with my current wife, then my ex wife... over what, you may ask? The "how" and "when" I was going getting my son back to my ex. My ex wanted me to drive my son to where she was (her parents) about 45-50 minutes away, then my current wife was angry that I wasn't being firm enough with my "no, you can meet me half way" (since when I go to Texas to see my son, I drive directly to my ex's house to get and then drop off my son) So, I've been in an Uber shit mood all day, even while indulging my wife and going with her and two of her kids to see Pan at the theater. Rave: my buddy was experimenting with a manicotti recipe and brought a large pan of it over for us to be guinea pigs. It is delicious.
Rave: Was able to help a neighbor pour some concrete in his garage and driveway over the weekend. It was a win-win because I had the bags laying around after lazy contractors left them months ago, wanted to get rid of them, and there was none left over when we were done. It would have been funny to watch with me hobbling around and him struggling with his broken hand but we still managed to get it done. Rant: Fuck this stupid broken pinky toe. What a pain in the ass. Rave: I'm making a pot roast tonight and my girlfriend will be making garlic mashed potatoes and drowning all of that down with wine will make everything better. Spoiler: wine If I just served this to you blind, you'd have no idea it was from a box. A damn good buy if you ask me.
Rave: Went to a grocery store today in Paris. Got some cool beer and wine. No, the rave is I saw a gypsy woman crouched over in the jam aisle vigorously scraping the label off a bottle of wine. She looks up, we make eye contact, she goes back to scraping the label, I go back to looking at jams while slowly backing out of the aisle. Ravt: I've been fighting off a cold for 5 days or so. Developed this hacking cough. Go to the pharmacy, dude asks me what kind of cough, gives me a bottle of Vick's. Plain ole, Proctor and Gamble Vick's. Notice the label says it has the codeine in it. I've been bitching for years that in 150 years of cough serp technology they haven't made one actually palatable. Took a swig of this stuff. Tastes like honey and mint, is borderline delicious. FUCK YOU, FDA AND DEA, FUCK YOU IN THE ASSHOLES. I'm buying another bottle tomorrow. $5. Five fucking bucks and this shit floored me after a cup of espresso. We are losing stupid battles in America.
Rant: When you body clock interrupts deadlift day by needing to shit during your second set. Even after trying to force it out at home and before the work out.