Rave: Went to the Rodizio steakhouse for a friend's birthday on Saturday. It was comparing poorly to Fogo until the garlic sirloin got to our table. Holy shit, every bite of that was like an orgasm in my mouth. I think it was literally the best steak I've ever had. Rant: I'd go there more often for the aforementioned meat alone, but it's way the fuck out in Maple Grove, which is almost the opposite side of the metro from me. I need to find a good steakhouse in St. Paul.
RANT: Two hours of my morning were spent trying to configure and print labels. Asked the old hag downstairs to help me and I got NOTHIN. Just retire already! RAVE: FINALLY FIGURED IT OUTTT WOOOO!!!!
Long rant ahead: Spoiler Rant: I swear to god, my mother in law is retarded. Let me summarize: 1) woke up this morning to the sound of her drying shoes (fucking shoes!) in a dryer at 4 am. The dryer is literally right outside our door. Naturally, our daughter wasn't happy about the 4 am wake up call. MIL's response? "I didn't think it would wake you." 2) after getting her back to sleep, kid wakes up at 9. We get the day started by going to some kiddie attraction. Around noon I mention it'd be a good idea to get back to let my kid nap, and we still need to eat lunch. MIL rebuff this and yells at me. Around 1, when my kid is being super whinny, I mention maybe now is a good time to go. Nope, MIL tells me we're staying and to "lighten up." Around 2, my very tired kid is screaming, while my MIL acts all embarrassed and like my wife and I are terrible parents. She says, and I quote, "well, it's up to her parents when we leave, they wanted to stay." FUCKING BITCH! I wanted to leave two fucking hours ago! FUCK. 3) we finally get home and the kid goes down for a nap at 3. I mention waking her at 4 so they can go on the boat. It is all my daughter has talked about today, she can't wait to go back on the boat. I tell the in laws that all she has talked about or wanted to do was to on the boat. MIL says ok, and she'll go float in the pool. Flash forward, MIL strolls in at 5, says she lost track of time, no time for boat, her and FIL are going to a show. What the fu... Seriously? We leave in 2 days, they have 4 extra nights here. Maybe go to a fucking show one of those nights, and take your granddaughter on the boat, that she has been begging to go on again. 4) Tomorrow's plan? A theme park. Mind you, my wife is pregnant and can't go on rides. Most rides make me lose it quickly (remember that motion sickness?), and my 2 year old isn't big enough for most rides. My mother in law can't go on them, either. BUT, they have games. Of course so do arcades, and they don't cost $60 to get in, per adult. And it will be all day, ensuring my kid doesn't get to do the one thing she desperately wanted to do; go back on the boat. Instead she gets to watch a bunch of kids go on rides she is too small for, so I can spend all day teaching her a harsh lesson in disappointment when she can't ride anything she wants to ride. 5) Oh, and the reason MIL wants to go to this show so badly tonight? One if the guys in the show has a similar name (not the same, but similar) to one of the names we have chosen for our kid, if it's a boy. MIL took it as a sign from God that "if we go to this show, you'll have a boy!" And if you don't go? "You'll have another girl!" Ooookay. So then I mention I don't want them to be disappointed if we have a girl. "We won't be, because when we go tonight we're ensuring God gives you a boy." Holy Shit. Rave: Wife, kid, and I get the night to ourselves. Pool, playground, dinner, and no crazies.
Rant: Corporate America is so fucking retarded. I swear I work in a zoo sometimes where nothing these people do makes sense. This day needs to end already.
RAVE: I got to see St. Andrews, the Old Course, yesterday. I did not, unfortunately, get to play it. We decided to go on this trip about 6 months ago, and when we tried to book, there wasn't a tee time for 2 years! I do sorely wish I got to play it, but we're going to play North Berwick tomorrow. Anyway, St. Andrews is amazing. It is very unassuming when you come up to it. You walk right behind the first tee box, which is right next to the 18th green. The thing that strikes you is how tight the fairways are. There are few, if any, trees. The grass is immaculate. On the first hole, there's a water course through it (that the Bridge crosses on the adjacent 18th - you know, THAT Bridge!), around 230 yards out. The fairways are amazing. The first cut is still very playable, but when you get to the rough, it is fucking ROUGH. The greens are gorgeous. The one thing that really struck me, as far as having see the course a bunch on TV, is that there is nothing flat anywhere on that course. The fairways are undulating, the greens are downright fucking nasty. There's a members clubhouse that we weren't allowed in. There is also the pro shop, which was also pretty understated - no DIsney World treatment here. In total, there are seven courses here. TV does not do justice to the views. I stood on a slightly elevated walkway behind the first tee of the Old Course, and watched several groups tee off. To my right, the North Sea, to my left, a small city street with some older business lining the street. I watched a guy fish his ball out of the water and take a drop, and the way the ball bounced on the fairway was beautiful. I walked paths for about 6 holes, and it was something else. Nothing like I've ever experienced on a golf course. I also watched a guy try to get out of a pot bunker. I personally saw this guy hit the ball 5 times, and on the sixth he finally got it out. The course is a monster. I have resolved that I WILL play this course when I get a bit better. I could have done the 18 hole putt course, but my friend and I decided, when we play St. Andrews, it WILL be the Old Course (in fact, I didn't purchase a score card for that reason, I get the score card when I play it). So I will return to St. Andrews, and am planning for it in 3 years - just to make sure I can get a tee time on the Old Course. We also went to St. Andrews Castle and Cathedral. They were both cool, but the Cathedral was something else, it's now a graveyard. Even if you don't like golf, get out to the town of St. Andrews. My friends who we are traveling with, say it reminds them of Northern California. The views are tremendous, and the buildings are something else. Today, we're going to Rosslyn House. I have no idea what that is, but I'm sure it will be fun.
Rant: I tried to reply to the relationship/friend thread but I just couldn't gather my thoughts well enough to put into paragraph form. Man I suck at writing. Rave: It's not raining today so I was able to ride the motorcycle to work.
Rave: The herbs and flowers I potted in the past couple of weeks are blooming and kicking ass and my landlord wants to put a raised-bed garden out back. Hell yes. Rant: People who call meetings to get ideas for ongoing projects and in return spend most of the time combating the ideas they get. Rave: People who are very willing to lend a hand when you need it.
Rantily Raving: Im not a drama queen by any regard, and since this is my 3rd R&R in a week, i feel like a puss. Either way, fuck it. My younger sister is officially pregnant. Jesus fucking Christ. I dont even know how to process that information right now. So many factors to consider. When do we tell people or the rest of the family? How far along is she? Will I be a fun uncle? Why the fuck does my cat pee right outside his litter box like a passive-aggressive asshole? Thankfully the babydaddy is going to propose shortly anyway, so at least hes not a piece of shit. And hes a naval officer going for a career stint in the Navy, so she'll be covered. The whole thing is a mixed bag of emotions. After everything shes been through with lymphoma, the worst thing that could happen now is that it comes back. I cant think like that, but its hard to wipe it from my mind. Not only that, her future husband is getting deployed on a sub for 3 months to god knows where next summer, so whats she going to do then? I want my parents to look forward to their retirement and not be burdened with watching another kid. At the end of the day, Im excited. Excited at the prospect of the family moving into another stage, and excited that shes going to be a mom when two short years ago she went through menopause and was told she would never be able to conceive. 2014 just took a weird turn and its time to get ready for it. *Drops mic*
RANT: 5.5 hour flight to Seattle in the morning, being 6'7 and 300lbs in a coach seat is gonna be brutal. I can stand 1.5 hour flights but I don't think my legs will be working properly for awhile.
Rave: Jägerette arrived today. I haven't seen her since May. And she surprised me with a new nipple piercing, so you will all have pictures soon.
Rant: I am allergic to my cats, but it is very mild and usually manageable. I guess it was the 4 days away, but when my cat sat on my lap tonight, my eyes itched and swelled up into slits. I went and sneezed a bunch of times and took a benadryl and sat back down. And here she is again and I don't push her off because I can't quit her.
Rave: I am about the least physically aggressive guy you've ever met. I'm the guy making terrible puns in the corner of a party, not the 'you looking at me brah?' type at all. And yet... rolling in bjj against a hero who wouldn't tap, I choked a motherfucker so hard his nose pissed blood. And damned if I can wipe the grin off my face. Bloodlust is awesome.
Rant: Hurt my calf running - some injury I've never had before. Rant: Supposed to run Peachtree Road Race tomorrow (11 years in a row), but will likely have to limp / walk. Dammit. Rave: At least it's not lupus.
Rant: <a class="postlink" href="http://www.ctvnews.ca/health/typical-family-will-pay-more-than-11k-for-health-care-in-2014-fraser-institute-1.1897266#" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.ctvnews.ca/health/typical-fa ... 1.1897266#</a> I'm just putting ^ that there for all the people who trumpet our "free" healthcare an how awesome it is. Some of the worst wait times in the developed world, one of the highest tax rates and really expensive, out-of-pocket costs. Go Canada!
Big fucking rant. Continuation from before. Normal phone call turned into "the talk" with the girl I 110% should be with. Because time wants to fuck me (and her too) over and over and over, we can't be together. When the fucking hell am I going to catch a goddamn break? I fucking hate this so fucking much... Sucks just that much more because her and I would be perfect for each other. We just clicked together. Everything we did was in sync and it all worked like a goddamn well oiled machine. I'm so fucking pissed at this fucking situation that we were in, it's goddamn a travesty all the bullshit that happens to me with women, especially her. Any other time, it would have worked and would have been spectacular. Looks like I'm finishing my full bottle of Glenlivet tonight...
RANT: Stupid party came in claiming they had reserved one of our rooms, which was clearly a lie. They got absurdly upset when we said they had made a mistake. The man making the big stink about it was twice my size, and decided the best strategy to get his way was to stand an inch away from my face, try to tower over me and cow me into submission, as well as threaten me and try to threaten my job. RAVE: As if some dumb twat on an ego trip is going to scare me. Getting to say, "Sorry sir, but now that you've threatened me I'm going to have to ask you to get the fuck out," never gets old. Neither does my job security!
Rant: Don't tell me you're going to be "at our Montreal office, but available by email the entire time" if you're not actually planning on reading or replying to any of your emails, douchebag. Rant: Douchebag is my boss. Rave: Since he's not here, this little angel might just decide to leave early.
Rant: Last night at hockey I've never had such colossal fucktards before as umpires. It was without a doubt the worst umpired game I've ever played in and these cum guzzling herpes sponges had no fucking idea what was going on. It takes a lot to get me mad but the constant wrong calls, not giving fouls when it was clear(the opposition apologised to me on more than one occasion) and just outright incompetence will do it. These fucking muppets couldn't have skewed the game more if they were on the take from the other team. It's hard enough to win a game when your team is young and inexperienced but having an old geriatric wanker and a young bloke who clearly needed bifocals to see past the end of his fat fucking nose as a handicap makes it a bridge too far.