Rant: Though shalt not respond to the post of other idiots in the rant and rave thread or surely thee shall die. Rant: My car is super fucked. $3,500 to fix it. I'm thinking I'm going to have to go further into debt and get a new car. Possible raveish: Maybe a new car?
RANT: One of the work trucks broke down Thursday and we had it towed to an international dealership. Its a Ford F350 with the 6.0 powerstroke (shit motor that I'm stuck with because a newer truck will require my guys, myself included, to get CDL's). I call today to check their progress. me: how's it coming on my truck? Her: let me check the notes (long pause) okay, looks like the tech said he could keep it running with ether but when he stops spraying it dies. Me: Sooooooo, that's all the further you've gotten since Thursday? Her: Well, he's looking for an adapter to plug it into the computer but he's out to lunch right now so I'll have to call you when he gets back from lunch to let you know what else he's found. Great progress, I'm about to get fucked on labor. Awesome. Rant: I don't have time to go pick it up and take it to my normal mechanic.
Rant: So, another accidental date with the hiking buddy. Only this time he decided to make me run a two mile obstacle course before he picked me up by my ass and planted A MOTHERFUCKING HICKEY on my neck. I mean, yay for hard exercise and an extremely driven personal trainer who shouts encouraging things at me when I feel like I'm failing at life/burpees/climbing a wall (Sidenote: that shit is deceptively hard, yo). But I am too fucking old for hickeys. Too fucking old. On that note, so is he. Also, I don't feel nearly the same enthusiasm for him as he seems to have for me. Mostly, I just like him for his fitness expertise and maybe as an option for casual sex if things with The Dude don't work out. Speaking of... Rant: Things with The Dude have stalled. We were working on things, I felt like there was a shot of us getting back together successfully, and then it kind of...fizzled? And then he bought a house without telling me about it, which is precisely what my ex did before we broke up. There is just so much baggage. So much. I don't know where things stand, but I do know that we're not dating and I seem to spend more time thinking about "us" than he does. And I dislike that very much. Rant: Stress eating. Rave: I am lifting so, so much right now. I know it's noob gains, but I don't care. I feel like a champion. A chubby champion, but still a champion.
Sigh: And so it begins again. My aunt's in her room carrying on conversations with the dearly departed. It's going to be another long night. I hope somewhere, someone is marking down plus points in my ledger to counter balance all the assholish behavior in my past. I'm the only thing standing between her being put in a home to die alone and passing with a modicum of dignity. I already know she's not going to be with us much longer, I've gone through this before so all I'm trying to do is keep her comfortable and allow her to pass in her home of 40 years surrounded by her memories instead of a cold nursing home attended to by strangers. That would be horrible. All I ask in return is to die long before I get that old and helpless. I'd choke myself with my oxygen line or stick my head in the toilet and blow bubbles, anything but what she's going through.
My cousin's son, three years old, drowned yesterday. He was at his grandmother's house and she went to fix him lunch and he walked outside and fell in the pool. This is a shitty world we live in.
Rant: Mr. P's mom is having a mastectomy today after finding a lump and it being fucking cancer. She is something of a saint, I don't usually pray but I am today.
Rant:The last three posts. I'm sending good thoughts guys. Terrible stuff. Rave: 3 day weekend which begins at 3pm on Friday. Can't. Wait.
Rant: My dad called me the other day to tell me they found his younger brother dead in bed the other morning. They aren't sure what happened, apparently he wasn't feeling well the past week or so but he refused to go to the doctor. He lived a hard life, but was a decent guy. He was 61. In his memory I post the following picture* because it always makes me smile (one of those good-looking guys is in fact, my dad). I wouldn't be surprised if they were all drunk in it, except for maybe my great-grandma. RIP, Uncle Dave. *To lighten the mood a bit, one day when my father was out and I was visiting my parents, I switched out his facebook profile picture of him wearing a santa hat to this picture. He didn't realize it until I left, then he called me hysterically laughing, asking me to change it back. He's computer illiterate, so I couldn't walk him through it even if I wanted to. It's still his picture.
Rave: Found out I'm in line to get promoted at the end of July. Wooooooo movin on up. Rant: The fiance just passed out in the middle of giving me a handjob. If that isn't the saddest sentence in the history of humanity, I don't know what it. In my defense, the handy is only on account of it being her ladytime. Rave: Oh yeah, I got engaged. Rant: Miss this place. Need to post more often.
RAVE: Reconnected with friends who I hadn't hung out with in a while. They live nearby, are awesome people, and love cooking food and hosting gatherings. It's pretty much the best thing ever. The only downside is that I have to get over feeling indebted to them for the food and booze they feed me and Boyfriend. But I think I can handle that.
Rave: Two days until I'm heading to Pittsburgh for one of my groomsman's weddings! Rant: Have to get up at the ass crack of dawn on Saturday to drive there from upstate NY because I have no more vacation time for the year. Rave: I have no more vacation time because I am going to Hawaii in one week, for almost two weeks, for my honeymoon!
Rave: Making significant progress with Muay Thai and I'm up to 4 days a week training. I'm actually getting to be a better boxer and seeing technique improve my power. Rant: Progress has been stalled by a flu for the past 4 days and I'm all weak and cranky now Rave: I had no idea because people here are so humble but my main workout partner and running buddy in the gym? The world champion of Muay Thai in Spain. How ridiculous is that?
Rave: Meeting my parents and brother in New Orleans for a few days starting tomorrow. Rave: Four day weekend. Rant: Missing out on the girlfriend's sister's graduation party which should be pretty wild.
Meaningless RAVE: 5000 REP! WOO HOO! And since the red dots are going to come. I will always have this.
RAVE: Just got my work goodies delivered. 27 Inch Imac, and an 64 gig Ipod touch. Rant: I set my phone service up a month ago, but some how att fucked it up an I have to get it reactivated, One day after I Have to have it for work. I swear to god If they cost me my job I will murder every single one of them .
A number of years ago, the engineer I refer people to for site measures had his son killed in a head on collision. Christmas Day of 2009, my boss's daughter was killed in a car accident. I just found out that last week the person who supplies all my special order beams had HIS son killed in a head-on collision. And our floor designer had his cousin killed last week, two days before her daughter's wedding. Driving down to the States, with the dress in the car, three miles from the border. This lady is also known to my engineer and my best friend, so they were all at her funeral yesterday. Everyone please be careful, especially people in the prairies. The roads may look flat and boring, but holy cow are they dangerous and there's no guarantee that passing will happen without an oncoming semi charging toward you.
RANT: So my wife and I went to our son's "8th grade graduation" which wasn't really a graduation; it was a gratuitous, 3 hour awardfest. They handed out so many awards and certificates that when actual award worthy achievements came up they seemed meaningless. RAVE: I found the reaction to the President's award really amusing. It's an award given out to schools who achieved high marks on some type of state wide testing, everyone gets a certificate, of course. When the principal read the letter and said, "Signed, Barrack Obama", the chirping of crickets ensued. People actually seemed annoyed at the mention of his name and the tension was palpable. RANT: Finally, at the end of the festivities, in what was billed as "8th grade graduation" which for some reason included the 7th graders, who received more awards and certificates than the 8th graders, there were no certificates of graduation given out to the 8th graders. All they got was a cheesy song sung by two of the teachers, who were also given awards, by the way. Worst graduation ever. For that I missed my 9 year old's 3rd grade graduation where he received A honor roll. RAVE: My 9 year old received A honor roll all year.
Rant: I woke up feeling like crap today, and it really came out of nowhere. Although, maybe I was mistaking running on fumes for being high energy. I asked if I could work from home today - something that I've never done but several other people often take advantage of - but didn't get a response in time so I just went in. When I got my phone out after sitting down at my desk I saw that my boss had texted me back 5 minutes before I was supposed to be in saying that I could work from home if I wanted. Blarg. Rave? I keep getting called Legs instead of Titties this warm-weather season, so that's something new and exciting I guess.