RAVE: Only 6 hours until I'm Utah/Wyoming bound. RANT: My sleep schedule is completely fucked up - which is why I have to be up in 2.5 hours & I'm still not asleep. RANT 2: My IUD has gone missing.* That thing is like a man - I loved it for a long time & now I just want it out. *I have a Dr appointment as soon as I get back.
Rant: That moment when you realize vanilla porn just doesn't get the job done anymore, so you have to dive down the rabbit hole.
Rant: Oh, so you're going to move out in 3 weeks, are you roommate? Because of a quibble over $3 difference on some shitty Chinese food you ordered yesterday? How conveniently you forget that you haven't chipped in toward any of the groceries or top shelf whiskey you've mooched over the last 3 months. Or how you've considered my severance pay a source of funds for things you want (replacing the grill you destroyed, for instance). Go ahead and try finding a more accommodating place to live, you bi-polar pussy turd. Anyone else would have kicked your dick inside-out by now. Go ahead and hit the bricks - you never signed a lease anyway.
Rant: Don't get pissy at me and stomp around the house like a toddler. I said we had to leave by 2. It's 1:54 and you're in your pajamas. PUT YOUR FUCKING PANTS ON, WE HAVE TO FUCKING GO. LESS FUCKING ATTITUDE, MORE FUCKING ZOOMING.
Rant: Job. Parents calling me constantly to ask why little Jimmy who has never opened the fucking book for an AP class is getting a C. And I can't tell them "because I curve it and the kid should have an F." These kids think they're going to college. Of my 50 AP students, I foresee at least half dropping out of college within one year. They shouldn't be in the fucking class, but our counsellors are afraid to tell kids "no, you shouldn't take an AP class if you have a C in English and a B in a regular world history class. It is all writing and you will fail." They don't want to hurt their delicate sensibilities, so instead they set the kid up for failure and the teacher gets shit on. I fucking hate the lazy counsellors at our school. Lazy as fuck, and refuse to do their job right. Rave: They let me do an application for AP next year. Mostly because it means less work for them; so they're happy, and I get to stop some kids before they even get in. Rave: Looking more and more like my wife will be going back to work full time soon, which means I'll leave my job and stay home with the kids. More money (just with me full time and her part time we make about 10k less a year), and less babysitting drama. For once her mom's bullshit flakey behavior may actually benefit me. Started the week before thanksgiving. Wife's mom was bitching about us going to both my parents and her house that day. My wife said "we're going to both, deal with it." And hung up on her. Two hours later, her mom called back and said she had "the dizzies" and couldn't watch the kids the next day. I informed my wife I could NOT take the day due to what I was doing in class, so she'd have to take off. Since then, she's been more and more receptive to the idea of going back full time to stop the bullshit.
Rant: Well... looks like I'm about to be suddenly single for Christmas. Rave: I get to save money by not having to buy some Christmas presents this year! Kid Rave: So, Ms. Doogie doesn't know I know where she actually was last night and I haven't dropped that knowledge bomb just yet. Her and little doogie keep playing some kid's game while I'm watching football and she apparently keeps losing so she's been accusing her of cheating every time she loses. So she's now running up to me randomly screaming "Daddy, Mommy's cheating. She's a mean cheater." I'm really trying hard to contain my laughter.
So, I got multiple requests to hear the full story, but I promise you it's not that exciting. Spoiler: Spoilered for length Anyways, a few weeks back, she tells me she's going to meet her old high school friend out after work for happy hour. I also know her friend because we work out together. He just got out of a relationship with a girl who was really controlling, so he never really got to hang out with anybody. Whatever. They go out, she's home by 9 o'clock, no biggie. Well the next week she says they're going it again, this time to watch the Monday night football game. Again, they're both fans of the team playing, so I chalk it up to that. Plus I'm usually at the gym at that time anyways and they have child care so I can take my daughter no problem. Then this week she's been telling me the past few days that she's going it with her one friend that's leading for vacation Saturday night, just for a few drinks, won't be out long, etc. Again, fine by me, the kid and I will watch football and play my little pony. After the kid goes to bed I take advantage of some quiet time and play some video games until about 1. She comes rolling in about 130, obviously drunk saying that her and her friend left the bar and went to her brother's house to watch the games. Still nothing tripping the radar at this point as she usually ends up out really late with the friend she was supposedly out with. So about 630 in the morning, I'm laying in bed when her phone alarm goes off and wakes me up. She's not in the room, so I go to turn it off, which requires unlocking the phone and opening up the last active screen. Which was her text log to the aforementioned friend. The last one being all early from last evening saying that she was just arriving at his house. When I asked her later in the morning about her night out, she was still going with the whole out with her female friend late at the bar then to her brother's house spiel. So that's where we're at at this point. I was going to say something after our daughter went to bed, but then she got a bad call from her mother who's in bad health, so I just let her go to bed.
Rave, going to Bowling Green, KY to the Corvette plant. Rant, I would love to drive a '16 Corvette. I really doubt it will happen.
Rant: So I've found the car I want and would love. But I'm too chickenshit to pull the trigger. I've even stopped running the numbers because the numbers say I can afford the car no problem. But in my mind I haven't moved on from where I was 10 years ago when I bought my current car, and I just can't fathom dropping such a huge chunk of change on a car. Yet, I can't think of anything else I'd rather spend my money on. I mean I suppose I could do the super-responsible thing and pay down my mortgage, but fuck that. I've been living below my means for years now just so I could afford a splashy purchase like the one I'm considering. I've just got to find the guts to do it.
Rave: So, we've been trying to get pregnant for a while now and succeeded a couple months ago. Yesterday was the first pre-natal appointment and ultrasound. Got to see the screen with the tiny image that doesn't yet look like a baby, but you can see the flicker that is the heartbeat. Pretty amazing. It was also the first time anyone has ever referred to me as a "dad." Big stuff.
Rave: After 2 years of being a dirty long haired hippie my hair is gone, from my wife's reaction it appears the will be much feeding of the cat tonight.
Rave: "Pimp my workshop" week is in full swing and a neighbor has been awesome the past couple of nights helping me set stuff up. Monday night we put up half a dozen big shelves on a couple of walls, Tuesday night we made a big heavy workbench with a wall of pegboard attached, and last night I installed a gigantic old bench vise and started hanging tools on the pegboard. Tonight there will be more shelves and shit put away and organized. I am happy to have a good bench finally and scored a ridiculous deal on the vise, and my girlfriend is happy that the basement will finally be all clean and organized. It actually looks and feels like a decent shop now. Rave: Having awesome neighbors. Just can't take it for granted. Rave/rant: Been so much happier at work in the past year since switching from sales to marketing, and things with my new boss are working out very well. However I've never really felt like I've fit into the cubicle work and culture and I still have a couple job offers to change careers and switch to being at a workbench full time. The more I think about it, the more I want to take the leap but the timing and logistics have to work out too. Rant: Working for unappreciative assholes. For the most part people are good, but the few that aren't can eat shit. Rant: May or may not be headed to Oklahoma City for Christmas. Feeling conflicted.
Rant: Had to go in to work this morning do finish off the last of my paperwork for deployment that is due by the 14th. Rave: No more work for five weeks. Time to catch up with everyone and drink plenty of beer.
Rant: I can't adequately articulate how bleak staring down 40 more years of teaching high school English is. I'm locked into a shitty life and can't for the life of me figure out how to change it.
RANT: It's that time of year again when my office building gets busy, which means it's time for assholes on the elevators again. This morning I went to get on and some 40-50 year old hippie mother fucker with a gray pony tail down to his ass gets on in front of me. I'm literally 2 feet from the door and this asshole is looking right at me frantically pushing the close door button. I had to stuff my arm between the doors to make them re-open. I fucking hate hippies.
RANT: I've always done really well with cell phones. I don't drop them, lose them etc. My luck ran out last week when I dropped my 3 month old S6 into water. I've left it in rice for a week and it still won't power up. Shit. Half pissed about the money I'm out and half pissed that I lost all my photos I had on there.
Rant, Bowling Green, KY is stupid. Didn't get to see the Corvette plant, didn't get to see the Corvette museum, and didn't have a chance in hell of going to see Mammoth Cave. Rave? I did see two purple PT Cruisers on the road. Who knew those things were still drivable?
Rave: May be hitting things off nicely with a hot 23 year old. Rant: Who lives in Ohio. Though she may visit for New Years. Unrelated Rant: Some client stress is really getting to me. I love my career, but the uncertainty of it can really suck sometimes.
Rant: Freeloading fuckheads who abuse the shit out of you then act real nice when you're the one controlling the drinks money. I should have told him his missus is a dirty whore who is fucking other guys when away on exercises.