Rave: So on my recent latest US trip I got into hiking with some friends of mine. We did Crowder Mountain outside of Charlotte, which was pretty solid for a beginner like me. Since I've been home I've been interested in keeping it going, so today me and a friend went to check out Mount Tibrogargan. I asked around my friends and the general consensus was "it's a tough hike, but it's not like a mountain-climb. You don't need ropes or anything." This came from at least two 20-year-old girls, so I figured I (27, 6'2", decent shape) would be okay. Rant It wasn't "like a mountain-climb". It fucking WAS ONE. It was insanely sheer, incredibly sketchy and scary in places and took one hell of a lot of concentration. There was no warning at the site that it would actually be a cliff-face climb. I have zero rock climbing equipment or experience. Huge Rave: I made it! I fucking made it. I was a long way out of my comfort zone but I did it. It was a little "oh shiiiiit" on occasion but I made it up and down in one piece, and I'm super glad I did it. I'm a control freak so it's nice to push my boundaries once in a while. Spoiler Rave: After doing Tibro, we went a few miles up the highway and tackled one of the other mountains in the formation, which was WAY easier but still incredibly steep. The view was even better from that one. Spoiler Rave: My first two beers once I got home barely even touched the sides. What a great fucking day.
Rant: Sorry for the second post about spiders, but this is creepy. For the past week I've been waiting for my husband to ask why there is a random board in the sink in the basement. So last night he goes to give the cats water and I hear the sink running. He doesn't say anything about the board, so I thought I'd tell him what was going on. We had the following conversation. Me: So, gave the cats water. Him: Yeah, but then I saw little black legs sticking out from behind the board, so I flushed it down the sink!! Me: Are you serious? You're messing with me, aren't you? Him: No. Me: Do you know why that board was there?!! Him: I figured it was to keep spiders out of the drain. (close, he knows me so well) Me: I flushed a spider down there last week and it was so big I was convinced it wasn't dead so I put that there until it died. I knew it was coming to get me! My husband doesn't think it was the same spider since apparently he's been moving the board the past week to use the sink and just putting it back. But I'm not convinced. Eastcoaster suggested drano, but I don't have that, but I do have bleach. That will be going down the drain. I think between last fall and this one so far, I've flushed about 8 (big) spiders down that drain. Oh, and after my last rant about spiders, I went down the basement and saw this: (don't worry, not a video this time)
Rant: The General Discussion Thread is seeing less action than Durbanite. Rave: It's Friday, and I'm off this afternoon. Rant: I'm off this afternoon in order to attend a funeral. I've been to a lot of funeral services, but this is my first Jewish service. Do I need to bring cash? Rave/Rant? My wife bought me Prometheus on BR. Haven't seen it yet, so I'm not sure if this is a rant or rave yet.
Rant: Being from a rural area, I get pretty God damn sick of hearing people talking about how they "seen" things. You fucking SAW it, you fucking retard. SAW. You fucking SAW something. You didn't SEEN it. Jesus Christ.
RANT: Been trying to do this stupid Paleo diet for a few weeks RANT: Sucks getting older and actually worrying about what you eat RANT/RAVE: Fell off the wagon today and had fast food and it was glorious.
rantYou know your life's hit a weird low, when you have a dream about reading a message board post. I think I need a hobby.
Rant/rave: Was going to send one of those "hey, have you put any more thought into trying to find a job for me" emails to a contact I have at Glamour early next week, but news broke today that 60 jobs were just cut across the board at Conde Nast. The rave part: good thing I follow the news or else that would've been really embarrassing for me. The rant part's obvious. Rant: I started wearing tights this week so it's officially no longer summer. I hate figuring out how to pull up your tights discreetly.
Rant: Due to some unexpected expenses plus loaning out some cash I am flat broke until next pay day. Rave: The Last Story is on deck plus I never finished Xenoblade Chronicles. Add to that the back log of books I have yet to read and I think I'll be just fine staying in.
Rave: I got hit on last night! Rant: It was a fat one-eyed Mexican woman. She needed an eye patch; it looked like someone sank an ice pick into it a long time ago and gouged it out. Rant: My friends immediately pronounced us soul mates and egged me on repeatedly to fuck her "just so you'll have a hilarious story."
Rave: found a beach on the island that is not nonstop packed. There were some people there, but there was plenty of parking, campsites, activity areas (volleyball, basketball, Frisbee golf), covered pavilions, and lots of areas to grill, plus bathrooms and showers. It's about a 45 min drive but worth it. Rant: we were there 8 hours yesterday for el husband's friend's birthday. Tired as hell by the end of it. Rave: I saved the day! I brought a bunch of extra food and the guy way underestimated the amount of food that would be eaten. They cooked my entire stack of 12 hamburger patties, used all burger buns, and ate all my homemade hummus (plus condiments and hand sanitizer). Step back gentleman, let the women figure it out.
Rant: Just got a sparky bill for $6666.00 Rave: I was expecting it to be worse. Rant: This new property project is taking longer that my zero attention span personality is designed for. I need more action and less fucking red tape. Dealing with the kinds of low rent bureaucratic wads that thrive on throwing up bullshit hurdles is making me twitchy and displeased. I’m the kind of guy that likes to get things done, I don’t like asking permission, I don’t like having to wait, I don’t like having to sweet talk someone I would rather be bricking into a wall.
Rant: Saw my coworker wearing a purple mesh, see thru shirt, just strolling down the street in broad day light on Sunday. He was walking with his female friend, coming from Jewel and I'm sure she was like "wtf" also. I now have to see this guy in the office, he's a bloody director, and I can't unsee that shit. Rant: After not seeing my crazy ex-girlfriend on the bus for 3 months, I was convinced she moved or took another route. WRONG. Saw her this morning breaking that peaceful, peaceful streak. Now I'll just have to start taking the bus earlier.
Rave: Saturday morning I shook the hand and got the autograph of Chester Nez, one of the last surviving Navajo Code-Talkers, and Medal of Honor winner. This was a man who grew up in a hut on a reservation, and survived Bougainville, Guam, Guadalcanal and Peleliu. He didn't win that MoH sitting next to a signals officer on a ship.
Rave Got my drivers license reinstated. It's a good feeling, although the $475 reinstatement fee was a giant ass rape. I don't plan on losing this again. Rave The Browns finally get their first win!
WTF: The microwave has been acting up a little lately, but now I am convinced that there is something sinister going on. I plugged the microwave in and got out a bag of popcorn. Then the microwave inexplicably chose the popcorn button for me. As in set for 2:50 with the little CODE light all lit up. I don't believe in ghosties but I also don't believe in the microwave anticipating my every move. So naturally I yelled and told boyfriend that the microwave was possessed, at which point it started making a million crazy beep noises. Now it is sitting on the porch. Rave: Successfully procrastinated a few extra minutes by making stove popcorn with real butter, which is significantly more delicious anyways.