Rant: Missed my first hockey game last night of the season(besides the 3 that I was suspended for). Getting my early bronchitis, little late usually Novemberish but it has been a really weird year for snow. RANT: My daughter isn't even 2 and she already has a crush, the boy is 10. First thing she does when I drop her off at daycare is go to the boy say "morning [name]" and climbs up on the chair with him. If she doesn't want to move in the morning, I will say want to go see [name] her eye light up and she drops her toys go to the door and sit down so I can put her jacket and shoes on. We are so fucked.
Rant: I had the same problem that Wexton has with his daughter…except times two. Mine both had crushes at that age. They are now nine and ten(exactly 11 months apart to the day), I'm now really fucked. My oldest hits middle school next year, and the younger one has a crush on a boy in her class, who conveniently lives right down the street. Wexton has a few more years of sanity…I'm getting ready to move out.
Rave: Made out with this girl on the rooftop of the Bellagio last night. She hit me up when she saw on Facebook I was in Vegas and we hungout all night. I've gone out with her a few times before and couldn't get a read and I really liked this girl. Rant: We both live in LA but she's moving back to Ohio to go to grad school in May. Sucks.
Rant Went to one of my closest friends engagement parties(im in the wedding) this past weekend, at a brewery, and got shit-house drunk, and did some pretty inappropriate things to/around his in-laws. Got an email from the groom reading me the riot act, and basically stating, "if you can't be at the (bachelor) party and at the wedding sober, just don't come". Now i need to apologize and dry-out for the foreseeable future. Im 30 years old, waay too old to be acting 23. time to get it together.
Rave: A bunch of new, interesting threads have been getting bumped in the main forum recently, and shockingly they haven't all turned into shitshows toward the end either. Rant: There still aren't a whole bunch of people suggesting threads. Given the amount of posters we have on here, if even just the people who posted a dozen or more times a week suggested one thread a week, this board would have a backlog bigger than my wife when she gets constipated.
Rave: Hired three new people today. Rant: It took me from 10:00 until 2:30, and I didn't have time to eat. Rant: I'm still fire-hosing shit because apparently my stomach's "how DARE you ignore the greasiest fast-foodiest meal of the day!!!" equates to retaliation via the butt hole. Rave: Every one of them, I learned during the interview, after I had already made the decision to hire them, were going through some major personal challenges... Everyone, at some point, deserves a "break" in life, and today, for three new people, I was unknowingly just their big break.
Rant: motherfucking putting in "child-proof" locks (which he'll figure out in a few months) on every fucking cabinet in this goddamn house (seriously, if you are house shopping and have kids, just buy a concrete basement... to lock them in.) Rave: Condoms. No more mr nice guy
(sorry/not sorry; wdt is gone so I go here for the funny) Rant: My wife is gonna be PISSED when she sees the credit card bill. Rave: I just bought myself an acoustic guitar (off-brand but sounds good). It's been about 15 years since I've played, and then I stuck to Beatles and Clapton, but I have always wanted to pick it up and try it again. Rant: Random Drunk Purchases thread... I have a feeling this will come back to haunt me Rave: I've always wanted to play my wedding song (my genetics are such that I read music quicker than poor handwritting). Song: Spoiler Massive Rave: Wife and I decided to play a joke on everyone attending our wedding because both of our families are cult-ish religious. And we're atheists... And they found that out a few days after the wedding.
RANT: Ever since I was a kid I've collected baseball cards. Baseball cards are how I kept myself alive during my extended unemployment, I've sold off my collection about 5 times. I've had complete sets like the T201 set (From 1911) and the 1952 Topps set (Minus the Mantle, because fuck $50K pieces of cardboard.) Pretty much everything Topps issued between 1952 and 1976, I've owned. I've built and sold complete sets from 52 (Minus Mantle),54, 56, 59, 62, 66, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75 & 76., along with selling off partial sets from the other years. With the economic downturn cards took a dive value wise, which is fine with me because I'd already liquidated. Anyways, in 1996 Leaf introduced what they called the Signature Series. Each and every pack of cards had a genuine autographed card. For $10 per pack. I normally don't mess with newer cards, but this was interesting. It's taken a few years, but I'm now 2 cards short of the 252 card complete set of autographs. Robbie Alomar and Derek Jeter. (The Jeter is now selling for like $600 and fuck that.) Earlier this week an Alomar came up on e-bay. His autograph is a short print run, with 700 in bronze, 200 in silver, and 100 in gold. (The card industry loves to try and create rarity.) This was a bronze card with a starting bid of $29.99. Normally I wouldn't be the opening bidder, but he was open to offers so I set a high bid of $42 and hoped for the best. 3 days later another fucking Alomar bronze comes up with a Buy It Now of $40. I almost bought it, but I was afraid I would then have two of the damned things, so I didn't. In the last few months there have been 2 Alomar gold cards (Only 100 exist) sell for right around $65. So what happens? The damn thing sells for $62. Goddamn it.
Rave: Date was "great success". Shame we both have to work tomorrow and it couldn't have been a greater success but you get that.
Rant My sister is a bad person. I've known this for a while. She is the epitome of uncaring and narcissistic. I haven't talked to her since november for these reasons. My sister is having a baby shower this weekend. My mom flew in from San Diego to attend it. I picked her up from the airport like a good son and spent the afternoon with her. My mom is staying 15 mins from my sisters house house. Apparently she is unwilling to pick her up. Apparently she has decided my mom is my responsibility (her words) to transport. She did not tell me this, she did not ask. I live 25 mins away and will not be attending the baby shower obviously. So my sister has decided shes ok with me driving an 50 mins round trip just to pick my mom up and drop her of at her God damned baby shower. I dislike my sister
What a sad morning. My best friends' dog, an Irish Wolfhound, died suddenly at 5am. He was six years old and in perfect health. My friend let him out to pee, he came back in, laid down, yelped and died. Most probably a heart attack. That dog has been part of our pack for six years, and we've walked together probably five days a week every week between now and then. My dogs stay at his house whenever I go out of town. Such an upsetting thing. Four of us were there to help lift him into the car. Everyone go hug your dogs.
Rave: I got a job offer! It's at the hospital where I did my first ever internship. I have a lot of good memories there because it was the first, I really hit it off with my clinical instructor, and it was just a great learning experience. Also, I met my husband during my time there. When I was about to graduate and starting the job search I remember thinking that I wished this place had a position available. I have today off from work which is nice because I'm sure I'd be walking around with a shit-eating grin on my face...and someone would know something's up. I don't want to make any rash decisions, but I think I want to do it! I might just make it through today without cutting myself while crying into a half-gallon of Blue Bell in frustration!
RANT: Who has f'ing sales calls on Monday's at 5pm? My company, that's who. General incompetence aside, this company has no concept of how to run a sales team. It's marginally better than the previous time (Tuesday's at 11am), but the content is no more useful than the $8M I'm still waiting on from Nigeria. Christ.
Rant: I wish I knew what I was doing with my life. I don't really see any way for me to achieve much of anything anymore or be happy. I don't even think I'm wired for happiness. I could win the lottery, marry Emma Watson, take home a Pulitzer prize, and I think I would still be whining on some forum about my life and how worthless I am. I need to be a fucking adult and make some tough decisions that don't have right answers. And fuck this cold. If my immune system was a Game of Thrones character, it would be Robin Arryn.
Rant: Spent all day packing, got everything loaded up, lined up three interviews this week....roommate flaked out, hanging me out to dry. Too depressed to live alone, not to mention too broke to afford a place on my own. So, I'm stuck here. Rant: Went from 65 degrees and gorgeous to 42 and rain. Rave: My goddamned bunny rabbit is adorable.