Rave: Last night as I was heading to bed, I told my mom "I hope there is an earthquake while we are here". This morning, a 3.0 not to far from here. I don't want to alarm you folks, but I think there is a chance that I might be a god.
Rant: Buried under Christmas prep, in addition to other non-Christmas related mundane crap that wants to pile on. Can't even look forward to my time off because I will be spending half of that flying and driving. Rave: it will all be over soon.
Rave: Christmas shopping started and completed last night. Rant: Waiting for delivery for the boys big gift. Then it is the dreaded "assembly required." Rave: They're going to love their train table.
Rant I fucked up like I thought I would and let my GPA slip this semester. Most likely getting put on academic probation, if I get an email notice tomorrow. Rave This may be the kick in the ass I needed. Time to turn study habits and commitment level way up. Rant Still in some pain from surgery on Monday...at least I have painkillers, Netflix, and free food
Rant: I hate painting. I hate painting. I hate painting. Been going strong for a week now and I feel like it will never end. El husband has been painting all day and I have been going to work and helping him before and after. On the plus side, my parents came to help today and we got an awful lot knocked out. They are pros at edging woodwork. But, we still have a shitton more to go as far as walls in secondary rooms and woodwork are concerned, and that's not even including the eventual closets and windows (which need to be scraped with a putty knife and vacuumed up hardcore because they are so old and in such poor condition). On the minus side, I work a double tomorrow while el husband recieves our long awaited household goods. Then we leave to drive to Houston. So we are in a real crunch for time and get to paint even more when we get back...around a bunch of boxes. Yay. Plus side? I dunno. It is nice to work on projects with el husband. Working as a team to accomplish something feels good. Not too substantial a silver lining, but it is the truth and I'll take it.
Rant: 4 days with the family is good enough. Rave: Glad to be home. Rant: Every woman in this town has been run through 10 times over and has 3 kids. Jesus Christ.
Rave: Our little girl said her first words the other day, they were dada. Rant: It was at 2am. She is the happiest baby on earth, except when it is bed time. She hates sleep. Me and the wife had enough and just let her try to cry herself to sleep. After 1.5-2 hours of cry(we calmed her down every 15minutes or so, well tried) she gave up crying and it was time to play. She was up from 1am to about 3am just happy as could be. Rave: Whenever I come home from work, and I come around the kitchen corner into the living room when wife and baby normally is, when she sees me, she always gets a big smile and sometimes reach for me to pick her up. Well last night when I came home from work, when she saw me she smiled as always, reached towards me and said "Da".
(Try this again) Rave: Vendor management on my car ride home - "Why yes, DannyMac, the biggest deal you've ever closed by your start up had been approved by finance." Rant: Vendor management on my car ride home - "Why no, DannyMac, there is absolutely no way our blood of virgin drinking legal department will get through your very simple and fair license agreement by Dec 31st."
Rave: Drove up to my cabin today for the holidays! Rant: Stupid god damn shitty drive. Last night was the first big snow fall in Vancouver, so, just like every time that happens, panicky chaos flooded the streets and it took for fucking ever to just get out of the city. I didn't feel like the drive even started until I was an hour and a half in to it.
Rave: Finally had the baby. Am now a breeder with a small infant thing. Rant: She's constipated. Rave: She seems to be a pretty content baby so far apart from the constipation. But hooray. Content baby. She's a bit of a daddys girl though. I'd be jealous if I were the type.
Rant: Totally misplayed things with a new girl. A good buddy who is a mutual friend introduced us, we actually slept together first night we met (probably my first mistake), and we got along really well at first. Then I invited her to come out for my birthday (second mistake), where I got absolutely wasted and acted like a wasted asshole. Then I thought I had patched things up, and last night we went out with a group of friends and she acted stone cold. Could not read her to save my life, and two of my buddies, including the one that introduced us, agreed they had no idea. She straight-up left the bar with her girlfriend, without saying a word, while I was chatting with the rest of the group. If it isn't clear from my bitching in the first place, I really liked this one. I'm normally more aloof with girls, and she totally broke through that. I was totally smitten from the outset (my major mistake). I rarely feel like a chump, let alone use the fucking word, but here I am. Fuck it. Easy come, easy go. Needed to complain to someone though, so I am glad for this!
Rant: flew home from failed Gili trip yesterday, and had an interesting 5 or so minutes of blacking out on the plane. Woke up this morning to this text from my brother, who was on the plane with me: "GP sister in law suggests in very strong terms you see a doctor today. The drugs you were on and symptoms on plane can risk a stroke." Fuck's sake. I think it's very unlikely, but with the way my luck's been running lately, I'm half expecting my brain to spontaneously burst into flames.
Well, post neurological assessment, the good news is they think it's extremely unlikely I had a TIA (sort of precursor stroke). Which is pretty high up there, on the scale of good news. I am pleased. The less good news is that the doctor, who I went to specifically for their expertise in diving injuries, said he'd never seen an inner ear like mine, which is apparently extremely thick and filled with blood clots. The good news here is that this probably won't have any long term effects, but it might, so I have to go see an ENT specialist at some point. So, the object carries a terrible curse... but it comes with a free Frogurt!
Rave: The specialty T-shirt I ordered for my nephew arrived today . . . Rant: . . . aaaaand it's pink. Really? How do you mix up grey and pink? Crapola.
Rave: Gifts are all wrapped. Rant: Gift my wife bought me isn't here yet, and she is freaking out a bit. I'm fairly certain I know what it is, and from what she has said it likely won't get here until at least Thursday. She apparently ordered it back on December 5th, so she is fucking fuming that it won't be here on time. Rave: Poker Game tonight, gonna get drunk as shit and play some cards, and probably lose a lot of money. Fa la la la la, la la la la!
Rave: All but 3 gifts are wrapped. Two will get here tomorrow and the other is a bottle of wine that I'm chilling in the fridge, so it will go straight into the gift bag as we walk out the door (or I inevitably forget it and have to come back home to get it.) Rant: It literally took me all afternoon and evening. Baby A would only let me put him down for about 5 minutes at a time before he would start screaming bloody murder. I had to get as much done tonight as possible because I will literally be home tomorrow for a grand total of an hour, if I'm lucky. Work, straight to a family dinner, straight to Christmas Eve service. Rave: I made a bunch of Rolo turtles to bring to work tomorrow morning. I'm going to have to pick up more Rolos so I can make some more to bring to our family Christmases. Fastest, easiest, tastiest treat. Rave: E is loving everything about Christmas this year, the tree, the lights, everything. It's going to be so fun to watch her open gifts.
Rant: I hate fucking drama. I'm to old for that shit and I'm trying to shield my aunt from it. I've turned my volume down to fucking 1 while I take care of my aunt. About 2 months ago her grandson moved in here. I told him straight up that we need to keep shit mellow here because his grandmother doesn't need the stress. He's an ex-felon and dirty with drugs. He promised he would keep it down and just wanted to get clean. Last time he lived here people shot up the fucking house. Literally shot up the fucking house. Since moving in he's proceeded to sleep until 8PM every day and stay out all night, get into a physical altercation with his girlfriend in the house, get into a fight with the drug dealing neighbors out in the yard at 3AM, and as his coup de grace did something to seriously piss them off to the point they seriously want to kill him. And I do mean KILL him, these are not people to fuck with. This guy isn't some confused kid, he's pushing 40. He showed up crying like a baby about wanting to get clean. My aunt bought it. And now I'm trying to shield her from it. He just got picked up on a grand larceny and assault with a deadly weapon charge. The fucker is probably safer in jail and might get clean, but I get to deal with the fact that there are seriously pissed off assholes looking to wax his ass (Once again, I am not exaggerating the situation.) I'm the first one to tell someone to go fuck themselves, but that guy ringing the doorbell the other morning I mentioned in the drunk thread that I went off on? Yeah, oops. Violent drug dealer. A violent and understandably pissed off drug dealer after what my cousin's kid stupidly did. And then I inadvertently pissed them off even more. Wonderful. There's a very good chance my cousin's kid is going back in the pen, which is fine with me. BUT there's also the chance that there will be some ugly retaliation for his actions directed at my aunt's house. I'm to old for this shit, and more importantly he's to old to be bringing this shit down on his grandmother and me. This shit happens in normal families...right?
RANT: Skype. FUCK YOU MICROSOFT! Everything you moronic cunts touch turns to instant fuck-up. I have spent an hour trying to get a skype account for my mom. I tried linking it to her Facebook account - that worked for signing in on the skype website, but not for the program itself. I then tried to register a new account, also no dice. Went back to the Facebook route and requested it send a password change token - Skype's website then DIDN'T RECOGNISE ITS OWN FUCKING TOKEN within 5 minutes of it being sent. Your stupid Captcha bullshit can also go fuck itself with a whale dick - those are NOT recognisable Roman letters you stupid cunting thing! Go fuck yourself with barbed wire Microsoft. You guys only develop ways to fuck things up for people. Please fire your entire development team and outsource to India or something - there might actually be more competence there than you currently have. Smaller Rave: My skype account still works because I made it 3 years ago before Microsoft had a chance to fuck up everything about the program. At least my mom was able to chat to her cousin in New Zealand...