Rave: I have never been so happy to be stupid and wrong. I left my shit at work. I must have been waaaaay more tired last night than I thought. In my 2.5 years at that place, I have never before misplaced my stuff.
I'm not sure if this is the best place to put this, but I need a space to be mushy for a moment. I think I've mentioned off-hand that I live with another (pretty much no longer active) member of the board, and he's also one of my closest friends. I'm not entirely sure how to put it without giving too much detail, but, there was a...tragic emergency with him on Friday that ended up involving/affecting me a lot. (He ended up being okay.) As it tends to happen, the one positive to all this is that there has been a huge outpouring of support and we're both reminded that we have a lot of people who care about us. A lot of that has been from our group of friends that all met through this board, and people he knows from the board, and there have even been people who've never met him but know about him through the board that have been reaching out and helping after they learned what happened. And it just kind of hit me that, man, a lot of the most important people in my life are people I originally met here. I think this friend and I first got to talking when I was doing a lot more fashion-oriented work and he messaged me to ask advice about buying clothes. We've been half-joking about me going shopping with him and picking out clothes ever since we met in person, and now tomorrow I'm going to be buying him clothes to bring him where he is so that he can change out of the ones he's been wearing since Friday, and I thought to myself how I'm finally making good on my promise from a PM five years ago. It's so crazy to think back to when I was in college and checking this place out because my boyfriend liked it and it was a good place to fuck around when I couldn't sleep and know that one day nearly ten years later a lot of those people would be propping my friend and I up through one of the more difficult things people can go through. To be honest, there are plenty of times where reading the board nowadays just makes me too angry and I'll ask myself why I even bother anymore. But I've never actually stopped, and that's why. I continue to be surprised by how many people care and remember things and want to help even when I don't post all that much anymore, and I've still been developing good friendships through here long after that group of friends formed out in the real world. I'm not even sure why I'm saying this. To say thank you, maybe? I don't know, this place is fucking weird but it's pretty cool that it exists.
Rant: My oldest sister had another miscarriage last week. It helps that she already has a healthy, happy little boy but it obviously still hurts a lot. Rant: Bandsaw accident, happened as I was shutting the machine off after the blade jumped bad for the first time. I still have all 10 fingers but a couple will be out of commission for awhile. Almost bad enough for a trip to the 'ol ER but not quite. I'm pissed at myself for making a dumb mistake but it could have been worse.
Rant: Fucking worthless ESPN. Every time they "upgrade" their website it gets worse. In the past week for some inexplicable reason they changed their NBA box score layout so that it only shows field goals, rebounds, assists, and points. So if I want to find out such obscure new-fangled stats such as free throws, steals or blocks, I have to click each individual player to few their stats. I don't know whats sadder, that someone thought this was a good idea or that they made the change because of user feedback. If it's the latter, we truly are 95% living in the Idiocracy.
Rant: NHL Gamecenter's rebranding into NHL>Tv has been rubbish. Jumpy and laggy as shit, thankfullky it works ok on the tablet still. Rant: Got proper smashed on Saturday at a friends 30th and my phone got smashed in my drunken wanderings on the way home. Rave: I managed to recover everything onto an old phone through a few apps and my laptop. Ravt: Three weeks until deployment.
Rave: Anyone here ever decide one day, fuck it, cancel my appointments for the rest of the week, I'm taking a vacation? Yesterday I may have cracked just slightly so I'm flying back to SD to see my dad and brother and am going to be fat happy and drunk for a nice, very much needed, long weekend. I'm sure there will be some fall out from this, but at this point I'll have a beer in my hand by 1:30 and will give zero fucks. Maybe this is an instance where I need to do whats best for me, and I think that will actually benefit everyone else once I get back.
Rant: Had a call with a social worker from our Out-Patient rehab facility regarding our transition to their services after leaving this rehab hospital. "Tell me about your child." "What do you want to know?" "I have a checklist of questions." "Then ask me those questions." "Should I just ask you my checklist?" "... If you want answers to specific questions, then yes, you should probably ask me those questions." "So, I'll ask you those questions then?" "ARE YOU ASKING ME IF YOU SHOULD ASK ME QUESTIONS TO WHICH YOU WANT ANSWERS?" Fuck sakes.
Rant: Likely back to school tomorrow after 2 snow days. Especially a Rant because the school I teach at is in the middle of buttfuck nowhere and surrounded by open county roads, meaning little to no attention gets paid to plowing, except the one main road. As of now, there are still cars stuck on the main route between my house and work, and it sounds like that way will still be closed, so I have to take the long way down a major highway, or unplowed back roads. All this plus melting snow is re-freezing, and I sense a fucking awful drive tomorrow morning. Worth mentioning: my school's general philosophy is if the majority of the students can get to school, they'll have school. This may mean a decent number of students are still snowed in and they'll still have school. This means there can be tons of unplowed back roads and kids stuck, but they'll have school anyway. Kind of a shitty philosophy but they hate make up days.
Rave I am over 50% done with cosmetology school. Rant I hate school. Rave We have a new toilet. Rant We had to get a new toilet because the old one was leaking water into the laundry room below. I don't know yet how bad the subfloor is and am terrified to find out. Rave When The Husband passed out the other night he didn't break his neck on landing. Rant He does, however, have another herniated disc. Rave Vasectomies are free through the army. Rant Two month post op spunk in a cup showed hes still not shooting blanks. Rave My dog doesn't have cancer. Rant She does have some kind of autoimmune disease.
RAVE! I had my annual performance review at work today and I thought my boss seemed unusually giddy. Turns out I got the biggest raise in my department and as an unexpected and completely surprising bonus....a bonus! A VERY, VERY nice bonus. RANT: One of my friends came back from her review crying. I'm guessing she didn't get a bonus. She just kept saying "It's not fair." She was one of the people in the company who pretty much took December off so she could burn all her sick time and PTO so she didn't lose it. And for the second time in as many months,I've been handsomely rewarded for not doing that.
Sort of rant: It's 9 PM on a Friday night. I'm watching Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade with a sleeping baby on my shoulder. I'm waiting for my wife to get home from work so she can take the baby so I can install the new dishwasher. Sort of rave: I really don't mind that this is my life now.
Rant: Completely embarrassed myself last night. I'm very good at pacing my drinks, but I straight up must have roofied myself. Working on about a drink an hour yesterday afternoon, not being a douche, then BAM, I'm in a completely different house puking in their toilet. And it is night. I regain consciousness around 11, walk home, eat jambalya, shit my brains out, send selfies of myself on the can. That's not the shitty part. Just got a photo message of me passed out on the friend's floor while her boyfriend cleans up my vomit. Not much embarrasses me besides my tiny penis, but that'll do it. Rant: Drunk me probably just got retired for a very long time, if not for good. Another fucking wasted hangover day. Hello, old friend. We meet again.
Rant: I have this chaos friend, she's really sweet but she is just a total disaster magnet and makes lots of questionable decisions. I try really hard to be there for her but it's kind of exhausting to continuously deal with her shit. I'm one of her more stable, reliable friends, which means that I'm the one who often gets called in when situations are most dire. And now she has to be out of her apartment by the end of the week, doesn't have a plan, and wants me to help her move, only she doesn't know where to yet. Rave: It also puts me face to face with my own privilege a lot, since I've always had so much support from my family. I have never faced homelessness and have always been able to buy plenty of food. Even when I've been broke I've known that the safety net was there if/when I needed it. Rant: The fact that I am more stable and have more resources always puts me in an awkward position with her. I've given her a little money on occasion but I'm not in a position to give/loan her anything substantial. And I don't even know if I would because she's such a mess, but admitting that makes me feel a little guilty. Booo. tl;dr I really hate helping people move
Rant/Rave So my uncle passed the other day. He was a recluse and hadn't made contact with the family in any meaningful way in 20 years. Turns out he was a hoarder too, as in buried alive or worse. So, my father and mother are faced with this, a grandmother whose health and mental facilities are failing, a new rental property that needs a lot of work and still working full time. So I was due for vacation and planned on taking the kids to Disney and taking my better half to new orleans for a break. It looks like I am going to have to take an extra two weeks to make the trip to Maine to help get affairs in order. He had an extensive gun collection, coin collection and apparently he collected stills too, who knew? Unfortunately it is all buried in pizza boxes, wrappers, receipts, coat hangers, popsicle sticks and cases of soda 6 feet deep throughout the whole house. As in there are no walking paths through most of the house. I estimate it is going to take at least a 30 yard roll back to clear it, maybe more. To top it off, I found out today I need to bounce out to KSA for a week to do a site prebid survey in mid April now too. It never stops. That's a 21 hour time zone swing in a very short time.
Rant: fucking one year shots. My kid has had a 38+ degree fever for two days now. And since she throws up tylenol, they have to give her suppositories. I'm sure it doesn't make you feel better having someone shove something up your ass when you have a fever high enough to illicit hallucinations. Rave: two more days in this rehab hospital and then we go home. I haven't slept in my own bed more than 4 nights in a row since the beginning of December.
Rant: Cousin Sully has cancer. Smaller Rant: Family reunion this summer has been cancelled. Rave: I did something awesome today. I wish I could talk about this stuff because sometimes even I don't believe it, and I was there.
RANT: I think I have pulled a muscle in my back. I managed that while pulling a bottle of Coca-Cola out of the fridge. RANT: The painkillers I took kept me awake all night instead of knocking me out. I think I maybe slept for 15 minutes in total over 7 hours. RANT: I have plenty to do today at home that includes laundry and vacuuming, both of which requires bending and/or twisting motions to accomplish. RANT: I am only 33 and my body seems to already be wrecked and I didn't even do anything particularly stupid with it.