Rave: Turns out the issue with my car is the catalytic converter, and repairs and labor will cost less than $1,000. I was afraid the transmission had shit the bed and I was looking at my car eating my entire raise and then some the very next day after I got it. ETA: Rant: I've reached the age where the above counts in my life as a rave.
RAVE: I, like many 16-year-old American kids, FINALLY HAVE MY DRIVER'S LICENSE. Thank sweet holy fuck, because I'm sick of walking everywhere all the time. I'm 28 Goddamn years old, I've been driving for 12 years and I still had to jump through the same hoops every pimply adolescent shit did. Rant: Of course, having a license means I have to go pay for insurance, then get financing for the second half of my sweet soccer-mom Subaru (Outback, HAR HAR, geddit, cos I'm Australian), then start paying monthly bills. Rave:: I'LL BE DRIVING BITCHES! I missed drive-thrus so much. Now I'm REALLY like an American.
Rave my wife does not know it yet but she just applied for an elk and an antelope tag Rant if she gets drawn I will have to figure out how to convince her to be a killer
Rant: Why are all the acute toxicity studies on citric acid intravenous or intraperitoneal method of introduction? Fuck sakes, all I want is someone to gavage the shit out of a few rats, write it down and publish it.
Rave: no school tomorrow. Rant: I'm gonna be up all night with my sick kid. She has strep, and even though she's only slept 1 hour since 2 am, she flat out refuses to lay down, and screams until she vomits if we try. Somehow, even though I've been up with her since 4 am, I'm still up with her now. I'm tired beyond being delirious. Double fuck.
rant my upstairs neighbor must smoke meth. it's 11pm on a tuesday, and she's now vacuuming. I called the cops 3 hours ago, because it sounded like from the thuds and stomping, she was fighting with someone(even though i only heard her voice) and i didn't want her being murdered because i was too apathetic to care. fuck i am tired of apartment living.
I can't decide if it's a rant or rave, but today's my birthday. Snowed in by this mega storm, waiting to hear back from a client to see if they want to bump our meeting to tomorrow or not, but the wife has the day off and is planning on a lot of awesome cooking. I think I just get grumpy about getting older.
Rant: After some shitty weather walks early this morning, I return home and see that my car has no license plate. I also see my windshield is fucked. Rave: $100 deductible on my insurance, so not the end of the world. I have to say my State Farm agent was pretty awesome about it. Rant; Since I don't have a license plate, can't drive to get windshield replaced, since windshield is fucked, can't get plate from DMV. So have to wait until Friday til they can come out on site. Rant: Had to cancel guitar lesson for tomorrow.
RANT: Husband is currently having his face rearranged by jaw surgery. RAVE: If all goes according to plan, I will no longer be forced to elbow him in the ribs 3-5 times a night for waking me up with his snoring. Also, he will not grind his teeth down to nubbins by his 40's. Also, in theory, he will look better. RANT: Hospital waiting rooms are the suck. In particular, officious doughy middle aged white ladies with nothing better to do than to tell me not to put my feet up on the coffee table. Oh, the precious particle board furniture, whatever shall we do if it gets sneaker scuff marks on it?? I'll be here with my feet on the floor for the next 5 hours, wheeeee. RAVE: Thank jeebus for WiFi.
RANT: Lost power at the office yesterday for about an hour. When it came back up my router went bonkers so we had no access to the interbutz, until I found the god damn thing and re- whatevered* it. I was successful until I tried to print something. Seems the dinosaur of a printer we have is also networked so with the new ip (I guess, shegirl=technoboob) we could not print. My tech was here and got everything up and running but....as he was checking where the printer is with all kinds of cords and shit in my office the "router switch" went tits up. He was able to use an ancient one we have but it only has 4 ports so basically, half of my office terminals are down until he comes back with a new one. Good times. *very technical term
Rant: My great uncle died yesterday. He was 77. Rave: My sister is having a baby tomorrow. My first nephew is pretty baller, so I have high hopes for nephew #2.
RAVE! I actually have a solid lead on a job. A real, honest to God lead on a real job with good pay and benefits, not just shooting my resume/application out blindly to online job ads. I am incredibly hopeful.
Rave: I'm an Aunt x 2! Welcome to the world, wee baby Jacob! Mini-rant: Seriously? This is my banner? Is this because I Googled the name Jacob?
Rave: AppleTV is badass. Rant: Finding Shiner here is a pain in the ass. Rave: Every day is a little better. Rant: There are babies and pregnant people everygoddamnwhere. And so I'm going to talk to a grief counselor. I don't have ANY kind of frame of reference for this and hell. It's free. What can it hurt.
Rant: Used car shopping is the worst. It is stressing me out so much that I burst into tears trying to tell Boyfriend about what a shitty evening I had looking for a car. Also, I can't wait until I have more of my own responsibilities at work so I don't get stuck carting around other caseworkers' clients. And also reading foster care case files can be soul crushing. So. Much. Sad. But... Rave: Despite all the stressful things, I'm still excited about my new job. I really like everyone, and I know I'm going to learn and experience a whole lot. Plus, in 8 1/2 weeks I'll be finished with training and I can start logging hours towards licensure.
DON'T RAIN ON MY PARADE WOMAN. RAVE: I finally have wheels again. Fuck it feels good to not have to rely on someone to drive me to work, like they have been for the past two months. I can also now: - go to the cinema, which was a $15 cab ride each way; - take all my laundry to the laundromat at once, rather than in 15lb lots in my backpack walking; - drive through Dunkin' Donuts. God I miss Dunkin'. - many more things. Small rant: Oh yeah. That's what "being in financial debt" feels like.
Rant: Bought a pack of Marlboros in a moment of weakness last night. Also starting to think my drinking is becoming a problem. Alcoholism runs in my family and I'm starting to show some signs. ETA: Rave: Tax refund just came in! Now I have money for more booz...aw fuck.
Rave!: starting my garden. It's hard work getting all that sod dug up and pulled away but it will be worth it. I spent the majority of my childhood outside with various gardening projects but was limited by the space (and number of pots) I had available. Today I just dug up an approximately 15'x6' area and will be expanding that over the next week or so. I will also be cleaning up the raggedy blueberry bush on the corner of the area I'm digging and transplanting some of the baby ones at its feet. I'M GOING TO HAVE SO MANY BLUEBERRIES AND HEIRLOOM TOMATOES AND BASIL. FUCK YES Plus, slightly less grass to cut. This acre is fun while its winter and I don't have to cut it and I am too cheap/poor to buy a riding mower. Also I think it is probably bad manners to ask to borrow your parents' mowers every couple weeks.