RANT I am having a facebook "argument/discussion" with my mom on what is appropriate to say on out on the internet for all the world to see and comment on. Somebody shoot me now.
Double Rave: <a class="postlink" href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/people-moving-to-canada-because-of-obamacare" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/people-m ... -obamacare</a> The rage is delicious
Rant/Rave??: My boss entered me into some corporate "Olympic Challenge." She did not ask me, worse- she had no idea what the exact challenge entails. All she knows is that "You are going to win for our territory!!" I appreciate that she thinks I can do it, but I REALLY wish she knew what the fuck it is going to take. Or, you know, ASK me if I can or want to do it first. This may be interesting.
Rant my wife just sent me a text that said, "I need $1100.00 to pay my bills, I am out of money." Rave hope she like anal.
Rave: I came home to find that a friend had stopped by and left a jar of her bruscetta in my fridge and a homemade carrot cake with cream cheese icing tucked into my oven. Fuck paleo. I give that sucker four days and it will be nothing but a memory. Her husband also cuts my lawn, free of charge. I have the best friends EVER.
RAVE: Boom goes the dynamite. Twice. RAVE: I think she farted. Not sure and I didn't bring it up but it made me smile.
Rant: I hate it when someone bombs the elevator with flatulence so potent that it smells like they ate eggs for a week and then let their gas valve open all at once, just for you. Rant: Even worse when you get on, have to deal with it for 12 floors, and then several people get on as you get off. Talk about incriminating circumstances.
RAVE: Surgery went well. The doctor, after praising my choice of Bugles as my post-surgical snack, said what he found was better that he expected. Yay! RAVE: Seriously, how great are Bugles? RANT: What he found was a still damaged acl (which he said would heal on its own), bone fragments stuck in my damaged cartilage, and a muscle that had dislodged and was crossing over my knee (something like that). Rant because if that's what he found, what on earth did he expect? Scary. RAVE: Whatever shit the nurses gave me to knock me out. I *might* have said, "Is this the stuff Michael Jackson was on? If so, I totally get it now." Nice one, Chirps. RAVE: A day of classic all time favorite movies, Italy - Germany soccer, spoiled by my awesome mom, and Vicodin. Not too shabby. I don't care how old you are, you're always your mom's baby. Always. QUESTION: It's 3am and it's really cool but staring to freak me out...to those of you who've had similar surgery: is it normal that I can feel it "bubbling" or sort of "swishing adjusting" when I move it and can actually hear it cracking (not bone cracking but more like when you pop silly putty)?
Rant: The pollen count in central London is bullshit. Sneezing an shooting up Sudafed by the gallon Rave: Today is my birthday and my wife is taking me to a Burlesque show Rave: I've been getting in to vinyl lately and last night she got me Master of Puppets. Fucking cool as shit Rave: Back on target with my body -13 and 30 to go. Kettlebells and slow carb for the mufuckin win. Rave: I'm on track for a career move in 60 days time and I've got a lot of people to thank for help along the way especially Scootah. Dude. I'm following the advice you gave me and its paying off big so thank you man.
Rave: Just a small one: Wedding planning is progressing pretty smoothly, my mother is throwing us an engagement party in two weeks which I expect to actually be pretty fun. Food and alcohol plus a small group of our closest friends and family, sounds good to me. Looks like we have also finally settled on a date: May 4th, 2013. As in, "May the fourth be with you"/Star Wars Day. That obviously has a strong appeal to me as a super nerd, but she actually picked the date all on her own. Even better, when I told her about that being 'Star Wars Day' she liked it since she tends to appreciate my nerdy side. Rant: Now I just need to talk to my super wholesome/religious Dad and Step-mom about my Fiancee's super gay brother, since they will be meeting in about two weeks. Fun.
Rave: My in-laws are taking my daughter for her first overnight at their house. We get our house to ourselves. I am going to sleep, sleep, sleep, and sleep a whole helluva lot more. Fuck I love me some sleep. Oh, and we had sex, too. Rant: Due to severe thunderstorms passing this way, my wife wants to sleep in the basement guest room. Our room has a tempurpedic bed that is like sleeping on a cloud. It is the single most comfortable bed ever. The basement guest room has a spring mattress with a foam top, which my wife says is "just as good," and I say "that's bullshit, you're justifying your irrational fear of storms that you intend to impart on my daughter." Luckily, she isn't here. Rave: Fuck it, sleep. Rant: Despite the above raves, I still miss my kid. Bigger Rant: Parenthood turned me into a giant pussy.
Rant: Home from Arizona. 2:00 AM. Work at 10:00 AM. Still have to wash my uniforms. Rave: Had an awesome time. Still glad to be home. Met an awesome girl while there. Hopefully I'll see her again if I move in a few months.
Rave: Just got back from my mates 30th and had a blast, the Kangaroo costume went down great and it was awesome to catch up with him and a couple of other guys I hadn't seen since school. Rave: The girl I'm seeing gets back from her Vet placement on Monday. Rant: Couldn't make too much of a mess of myself tonight because I have to drive 8 hours home tomorrow and there are cops everywhere down here. Rave: Got to see my little nephew again and fuck he is changing heaps. 1st birthday is in a few months, got a wicked photo of him in the pouch of my Kangaroo costume. Photo to come later.
[rant:] Dear subconscious, please shut the fuck up and let me drive. Thanks. Love, The Conscious Mind [/rant]
RANT: I'm a casualty of that storm that has more than two million people in the dark. AEP leaves the possibility open that I won't have power for a week. The worst part was trying to find food last night and this morning. I had next to nothing non-parishable to munch on, so for dinner, I had a two ounce can of tuna and my fiancee had an apple. Plus, I've had to throw out almost everything from my refrigerator and freezer. Second worst part is that no one knows how to drive through a four-way stoplight when the lights aren't working. I've seen maybe ten near-miss accidents in the past two days. We finally said fuck it and are staying with my future in-laws in Cincinnati for the night. Possible RAVE: I may not have to work Monday and Tuesday if not enough gets resolved. With the fourth coming up on Wednesday, I may be looking at a five day weekend.
Rave: The term "clusterfuck" gets thrown around a lot these days, but that Moral Dilemma thread really is a shining example. Maybe a bit of a silly question posed by Dc to start it out, but it was a real team effort by all of us to run it into the ground like we did. "No you're a sociopath!" Good times, TiB!