Rave: A beautiful Friday off from work. Rave: Garden 2.0 is going together nicely. Varieties of lettuce, peas, and strawberries are all in the ground. Rave: 26 mile hike tomorrow. Can't wait to finally knock this thing out. Rant: Nothing to rant about
Rave: Well, it's been four years and we haven't killed each other yet. That's got to be a good sign. Nice dinner with the lady tonight, followed by a weekend of various activities, one of which is starting another batch of beer.
Rant/Rave: End users. Sometimes they just crack me up. I just got a call, telling me that their mouse wasn't working. I asked if it was a wireless mouse, and they said that it was. They didn't know it ran off of batteries. No, it runs off of sunshine and unicorn blood. While it amused me, I can't believe how stupid some people are. And the user? 21 years old, and not some crotchety old lady that wouldn't know that. Rave: Picked up my pants from the dry cleaner last Saturday, only to find out on Tuesday that they gave me a pair of pants that were not mine. I went there yesterday, and they couldn't find them. I just got a call, and whoever the pants that I got, brought my pants back! Rant: Jealous of my father for heading to Fenway for the 100th anniversary of the park today!
Rave: First shooting competition of the year is in 24 hours and I'm actually feeling prepared for once! Rant: Absolute shit forecast. Chilly, windy, and rainy- the kind of weather that will physically hinder my rifle's performance. Rave: Whatever, it's still gonna be awesome. Super Rave: My awesome girlfriend got me a nice Weber Silver charcoal grill for my birthday (next Tuesday). After using a lil Smokey Joe for a few years, this full size one is just amazing. She is a great gift-giver.
Rave: Got to go see one of my two favorite bands in concert last night, it was a pretty good show. Definitely needed it after some of the shit from this week. Rant: On the way home (it was about an hour and a half drive to the concert and back) the rear driver side tire on my buddies car, which he had just had put on not 12 hours earlier, blew out. Let me tell you, changing a flat tire on the side of the interstate at 1 in the morning, not 10 minutes after a torrential downpour, is not a fun experience. Also, to the truck drivers that didn't bother to switch to the left lane when they saw us on the right shoulder changing a tire: Fuck you.
Rave: I'll pencil in my Friday as being a good one. I woke up today to this text message from my frisky female friend (we'll just call her 3F): I don't look like an extra for the movie '300' or anything, but to say that I'm happy with results would be an understatement. Thanks, Paleo! Edit: You're right, that sounded really lame.
Rant: My heart is so heavy. My oldest daughter's best friend for the past 10 years who is a sophmore in college fell off her balcony last night and is brain dead. She's on life support right now but will be taken off. She is like a daughter to me. I'm just so sad and my heart breaks for her parents. My daughter is obviously heartbroken and devastated and I ache for her. I feel so helpless and sad. Just a heavy and sad day.
I haven't been posting for a while, for the following reasons. Rave: Turned 21 exactly a month ago. Rave: Been partying. Rant: Got wasted and ate a ping-pong ball. Not fun. Not fun at all. Parties now begin with making me promise "not to put balls in my mouth." Rant: My friends suck. I was at my sergeant's house, and this naaaasty chick showed up with one of the hotter friends. I blacked out and passed out in the guest room. Said chick blew my buddy in his car and then came back into the house. My friends then told her to go have sex with me. Rave: Drunk me woke up with her in my bed and told her to get out. Everyone was listening and laughed their asses off. Rant: My friends still tried to get me to fuck a girl who weighed more than me. And they're unapologetic about it, too. Rave: Women are interested in me! Not sure: They're all over 40. Except for that aforementioned landbeast. Rant: One of them is married. To a sergeant major. The kind of sergeant major who will personally check an M4 out of the armory, kill me, and bury me out in the desert if he finds out how much time I'm spending with his wife. Rave: Having sex tonight.
Since I got a couple messages, I'll clarify. I'm not having sex with the wife. I'm having sex with another woman.
Rave: I am posting from my brand new computer that I put together myself. I have seriously been using the same one since 2001. Everyone I have shown it to is amazed that it even ran. I never had to re-install windows or replace hard drives. I put in a new power supply and that was it. I had no idea what I was missing. This one is fairly low end, but man it is like going from walking to driving a V8 car. Rant: Transferring big files using USB 1.0 is a pain in the dick.
RANT: Two separate doctors have confirmed that my granddad has non-Hodgkin lymphoma. It's in his blood, his bones, and his lymph nodes. They say they can't treat him until he starts showing more symptoms.
RAVE = Sweetwater 420 Fest. Perpetual Groove. $1 beers. VIP. Yay, philanthropy! Really hope my car wasn't broken into at the MARTA station.
RANT: Dirty Fucking Predators. Stanley Cup is stupid anyway. Rant: At work on a Saturday, I've had half a day of in the last two weeks.
Rave: Even though I'm a 40 yr old fat guy (working on that) I decided I could jog a few miles on the inside track at the tennis courts. Did 3 miles. Rant: Legs feel like death. But I'm going for a bike ride anyway.
Rave: Daughter is sleeping (mostly) in her crib. This has allowed us to get upwards of 7 to 8 hours of sleep a night. Not all in a row, mind you, but she is only a little under 2 weeks old. I actually feel well rested for the first time since she was born. Rant: Baby has this annoying habit. I change her, and within 5 minutes she shits again. So I change her again, and she proceeds to pee all over me, her clothes, and the changing table. She has done this twice in the past two days. I was told it was really only boys that pee all over you when you try to change them, but apparently my daughter loves to just pee on everything. Rave: I've caught on, and last time I had a diaper handy and on her fast enough to catch her. Rant: My dad's birthday is coming up, and the man is impossible to shop for. I called my mom whose only idea was "hell if I know, I haven't even gotten him anything yet." My wife wants to do something cheesy like a "world's best Grandpa" mug or something similar. I may end up doing that. Rave: Plan on spending a good amount of time gaming tomorrow and Monday. As long as I'm watching the baby sleep, which she does the majority of the time, this won't be an issue for my wife. I've learned to hold the baby and the PS3 controller simultaneously while in the recliner. Awesome. Rave: Teacher openings for jobs this fall. A new school is opening, so there are two jobs there. Plus, the guy I student taught for is retiring, and he has made it abundantly clear that he will push hard for me to replace him if I want him too. I also got along great with the other teachers there, so that could go really well for me. Worst case scenario is I continue to sub (I'm getting called at least 3 times a week now), work my silly video store job, and have more time with my daughter.
RAVE = Night two of 420 Fest, and I'm Maceo Parker's green room security. I'm not sure what says "security personnel" about me so much that it's been my job both days, but I'll take it if it means hanging out with a jazz legend. RANT = It's fucking cold and starting to rain. Fuck you, Georgia weather.
RANT: I was having intercourse with my girlfriend last night when my back just locked up. I collapsed on top of her because of the pain. Needless to say I didn't finish. RANT: Back still hurts, right underneath the right shoulder blade. I'm going to go get it looked at tomorrow when I go to the doctors to get her to look at my hand to figure out why my grip strenght is shit now. Fuck getting old. I remember when I was 16-17-18 I could toss hay bales all day long, then go get shit faced, not go to bed and toss bales for another 10 hours and feel fine. Now hangovers fucking suck, I've got strange aches and pains and I need atleast 5 hours of sleep a night or I'm fucking useless at work. And I'm only 21. Maybe taking a cushy estimating job isn't looking so bad right now.