Rave: Although my little sick one can't crawl or gain weight.. or eat properly, he has learned to wave and high-five. Proud mama! Rave: Went to a cookout today with people I literally have not seen since Elementary school and it wasn't awkward in the slightest. My (almost) 3 year old was the life of the party. Rant: I get so little adult interaction I fear what people may think of me by the amount I talk about children and other disgusting things people without kids don't want to hear about
Rant: I split with the ex over a year ago. Cut all ties, paid six grand to wrap up the joint financial obligations which meant we had to have contact with each other, and basically just moved on. Our relationship was fucking awful, so why the fuck do I miss her? I saw her earlier (her ex husband lives down the road from me, and I saw her when she came to pick up their kid from him) and it's just made me feel like shit. Yeah, I know-man the fuck up, pussy.
Rave: I think my finger will survive. My experience removing about a dozen toenails over the years boosted my confidence in messing around with myself. I did a little procedure on myself and am keeping everything clean. It's weird how fun I think gross stuff is. I miss the days of cutting a big toenail out, and am half-way wishing I could bruise it for old time's sake. Between this and the shit that went down last week I think I'd LOVE wound care.
Rant: The fat bitches that live above me can eat a dick. They just stomp around making noise all the time because they're too fat to walk quietly, but when I pluck a few strings I get the wrath of God from above. Fuck you, fat bitches.
Biggest RAVE Ever: Just came back home from throwing my parents a 60th wedding anniversary party in Florida on Saturday. Watching my parents laugh and cry with 65 friends and family...wow, life just does not get any better than that night.
Rant: I'm sick, I think it might even be a full blown MANFLU. I haven’t been sick for about 2 years so I'm not taking it well. Rave: One of the benefits of having a pharmacist GF is I get the good cough medicine, pure codeine syrup takes the edge right off, well everything. And you know what, it actually STOPS the cough, all the general shit available just doesn't work, I always thought it was akin to snake oil so I was dubious when she told me this would be different. It is. They almost never sell it to anyone anymore, fucking Smacky’s have to go and ruin it for everyone.
Rave: Food Jammers, the new show on the Cooking channel. The three guys that host it are dirty dirty hipsters, but damn if they don't make cooking interesting. Right now, they're making pasta out of a car jack just for the hell of it. The other night, they made rotisserie chicken with a homemade gyroscope. Such a cool show.
Rave: Awesome, relaxing weekend with the GF. Rant: It's almost midnight and I'm still awake. Emphasis mine Rave: I watched the fight before the above post which prevented me from murder 1 (or 2 depending on how you see it) charges. MMA related from this weekend's Strikeforce event... Spoiler Rant: someone put me on suicide watch, I can't reconcile what happened last night. There isn't enough alcohol in the country to help me cope with Fedor's first legit loss being to a guy that was barely, if at all, in the top 10
RAVE: Seeing my sister was great. I really missed her, and despite all the heart ache she's inflicted upon me and everyone that loves her, I'm still distant enough that I can tolerate her company and forgive her. Met up with her and promptly headed to the bar for a shot and a beer or two. RANT: This hour was the highlight of her trip. Apparently, her BF and his sister are in control of literally every facet of her life. As in she doesn't get to carry money around with her? Like that will keep her out of trouble. They got out of a tourist attraction they were doing and shit all over our parade. I was stoned and drunk when I met them, but what the fuck do I care? How else was I gonna tolerate a 300+ pound pig and some fake ass gangsta? Fuckin' trash. But noooo, I'm the one there's something wrong with. How fucked up is this, they're hating on me for buying her a couple drinks, like them keeping her money will keep her off the shit the rest of her life, yet this mother fucker she's dating passes me a blunt while we're driving? RANT: I have never NOT had fun at the beach until yesterday. Ever. RANT: Sat through the most awkward, silent, get me the fuck outta here or someone call me, disgrace of a meal ever. I literally had to force myself not to drink straight from the taps so I could get in my car and get the fuck outta dodge as soon as the checks were paid. RANT: I was the only one in the car without my name tattooed on my body. What is that shit about? To help ID your body? In case you forget?
Rant: Plantar fasciitis. Went back to the podiatrist this morning, got a steroid shot in the foot and orthotic inserts for my Crocs. You know you're getting old when you need orthotics for your orthotics. And complete physical exam tomorrow with the internist. I've developed some hearing loss, so we're going to see (hear) just how bad. And so the aging process enters a new phase. Time to take my Geritol.
Rave: About 30 people over watching the Brazil/Chile game tonight. Rave: Liquor is dirt cheap here. Rant: Like every year, woke up sunburnt yesterday afternoon.
RAVE: The fiance gets back today, it has been 10 days MOTHER FUCKING RANT: Today of all days the fucking plumbers decide to show up and work in the basement. Here is to hoping she will want to put on a show.
RAVE: Ice, half a lime, a splash of cherry flavoring, fill remaining with sprite or 7-up. You can thank me later.
RAVE: Making plans to spend 6 months in Thailand at the end of this contract. Killer beachfront villa with maid service and solid broadband, for under $400/month, thanks to a contact here at work.