RANT:Last weekend, while visiting realitives, I leaned over the edge of a deck, the rail was only held by two rusty nails. The rail gave way and I went down about 4-5ft. I dislocated my right elbow, breaking one of the bones. I go in Thursday to see if it requires surgery. I am right handed so to say it sucks is a vast understatement. I can't even fucking drive because it's a stick. Shitfucks. Having to have help for just about everything, such as putting on a bra equals feeling about as unsexy as it can get. PS I'm scared shitless. With all the sports I played all through school I've never broken any bones much less had surgery. Please send scardycatshegirl good thoughts. PPSS The break is in the elbow. The Doc said it will require a metal plate and SCREWS!!!! HELP MEEEEEE. Yeah Im a ninny. SO WHAT. PPPSSS I blame BD since he went first.
Rant: I really hope his first ever migraine last night is also his last. It's hard not knowing what to do when someone is in debilitating pain and vomiting because of it.
Rave:Best friend broke up with emotional crazy fucking (long distance) girlfriend. He always tries to be the good guy and didn't want to hurt her feelings (see: was a coward). Finally was pushed into it by her crazy (and the possibility of her moving) and got it over with. Thank god, she's been sucking the soul out of him. She wasn't even attractive, entertaining in the least, and her voice was kinda manly.
Rave: Got in for x-rays with MiniMe last night after a solid ten days of swelling and pain in his thumb. Rant: Radiologist called today and said his thumb is broken and dislocated. Rage: Last night the doc at urgent care said it wasn't broken, was just dislocated. Now it's going to be...I'm not sure how long....before we can see a hand specialist.
Rave: Deadlift went up by 30 pounds, which just put me into the 1000-pound club. Outstanding. Rave: Work is even better than I thought. I have literally no supervision because I'm assumed to be an adult. Of course, if I were to start fucking up, I'd be in trouble, but as long as I do good work, I don't even have to talk to anyone remotely above me for the entire week if I don't want to.
Rant: A guy followed me home all the way up to my front door and I think the only reason it didn't escalate was because he didn't realize the door that was between us doesn't lock. It was upsetting on its own, as these kinds of things always are, but what's been getting to me is that - unlike most catcallers/street harassers - he knows exactly where I live so there's always the possibility of him coming back. So now, instead of working on writing assignments and the boss moves I've been making at work like I had planned, I've been running around making my first-floor apartment as break-in safe as possible and making sure the building's secure and figuring out if I should take any extra precautions going home tomorrow and getting too freaked out and distracted to focus on anything else. Whenever this kind of thing happens - because it wasn't the first time by far and it won't be the last - I always get angry all over again at the whole "not understanding why street harassment isn't a big deal thing" because there's just no fucking way to tell in a split second whether it's going to be the guy who will just be a fleeting blip on your way to work or if he's going to be one of these guys, and there always has to be a part of you that needs to assume it's going to be the latter so that you can prepare yourself. It's sad, to me, that while I was fumbling with my keys trying to get through the locked door a dozen ideas popped into my head of how to handle it if he ended up realizing he could just walk through the first door because over the course of coming home to this apartment for three years there's been this little voice in the back of my head wondering what I would be doing right now if I was in a dangerous situation trying to get inside rather than just casually unlocking the door. Fuck assholes. I'm going to watch an episode of shitty reality TV to try to calm myself down so that I can go back to being a fucking boss.
Rant: My job is feeling stagnant and anxiety is creeping up again. Rave: Previous tenants in my fourplex finally got their mountain of shit cleared out of my to-be workshop in the basement, so hopefully I'll be spending my evenings covered in sawdust again pretty soon here. Rant/Rave: I'll be out of town for a few days next week and the guy who takes my dog in for boarding is unavailable. But... there is another person who lives even closer to me that can probably watch him. Bonus- they charge less too. FYI rover.com is great. Rave: I'm heading out of town for this: Spoiler Several days of canoeing, fishing, and drinking (not necessarily in that order) in the wilderness has always been good for me.
Rave Going to Vegas next week with the boys for a little hockey tourney/drinking/gambling/strip clubbing. Pretty stoked. I've been there more than a dozen times now, spoiled I know. Anyone got any recommendations for doing something slightly different but not that far off the strip? Maybe I'll go to the indoor gun range again, its always fun to shoot a Thompson.
Rave: It's awesome having a good friend that's pretty much a jack of all trades for home maintenance issues. Got my busted hot water tank swapped out in about 30 minutes and it only cost me a couple of beers. MEGA-ULTRA RAVE: This weekend is my favorite weekend of the entire year. It's the one day where me and my friends get together and do an all day barbecue of just about every type of smoked food you can imagine. Early estimates have us around the 250 lb mark so far. Plus we get to try out our new smoker for the first time.
Rave: One of my students brought me a couple ducks to start introducing the wings to my pup. He offered to take me hunting, but I have to draw the line somewhere. Since I've been working there, I've bought a sack of crawfish from one of the farmers, been given 2 snapping turtles, and got some horse manure for the garden.
Rave: Listening to Go Bayside and knitting baby hats , drinking wine and eating kettle corn. Don't judge me, it was a rough day.
RAVE: Thrashed for 4 solid days to get the place ready for the folks... as in tons of renos/work for long hours. They're here, and it's all good. RANT:Bought a nice mattress, made a fairly impressive platform bed, and the parents are sleeping in the master bedroom while I take the spare room. Why is this a rant? Mom says to me tonight... "You're father is on some new diabetic meds that make him incredibly incontinent in the night... but I'll do the laundry for you, so don't worry...." *sigh* The (literal) shit we put up with for family...
Rant: After 7 weeks working from home, I finally have the go ahead to move back into the office. No more working in my pajamas, no more rolling out of bed at 5 to 8, no more Netflix during downtime. Nope, it's back to wearing skirts and heels and putting on makeup in the morning again. Provided I can find any fucking skirts that fit anymore. Goddammit.
Rant: It's not even 1 pm and this has been the worst day at work in recent memory. Tonight I shall be The Alcoholic Who Mounts The World.
Rant/rave/I don't even know: DId you know mouth hickeys are a thing? I thought I burst a blood vessel or something. Jesus. Thank goodness for lipstick.
RANT: I go in for surgery next Wednesday to repair my broken elbow. RANT: I've never had a broken bone, much less surgery. I am more scared than I've ever been in my life. RANT: If the "radial head" is broken beyond repair he'll put in a prosthetic. Safe to say that when I fell I really fucked myself up. The only rave part is drugs, I've got 'em. Seriously though, I need all the help I can get so, everyone please send good thoughts my way. I pray the bone can be fixed. #brokenshegirl
Rant Twin is having to drop out of Ph.D program. His glorious, comeback from a brain tumor is coming up a bit short of our most ambitious goals. I know survival in and of itself is pretty amazing, but we were really hoping, we were really invested in the idea he could still get his Ph.D despite everything that happened to him. Fucking sucks. This will sting for a while. Being a twin, whatever happens to him happens to me in many ways. This probably means black and white nudes in the WDT
Rave: Date tomorrow with a cute veterinarian chick, been talking to her all week and she is as cool as ten cool things.
Rave: Spent the day working on my aquaponic setup and finally have something nice to look at to show for it. The IBC tank will be used to hold about 20 bluegill that will power my garden beds. Just have a bit of plumbing to do and will build a lid for the top of the tank.