Rave: Was a beautiful day so I rolled myself a joint and went for a walk. Rave: I was walking down the main street near the library which is just a long, straight street with wide sidewalks. I saw this blind couple I have seen walking around before and they both use the sticks (no idea what they are called) to walk. They walk down the street just as fast as me. I watched as they headed towards a thrift shop which had 2 vans blocking the sidewalk and various furniture they were moving all around the sidewalk and grass. It was like a blind person obstacle course (I was nowhere near them to tell them). But it was hilarious. They went from zooming down the street to nearly crawling around on the ground with their arms outstretched. The best part was when the 2 fat ladies who had created this minefield came running out of the store with their arms in the air after they saw the couple. Rant: I know that I found the above so funny means I am an asshole.
RANT: Never use apple cider as bong water. Seems obvious enough, but just in case you were wondering, it's super gross.
Rant: Had a fight with the woman this morning. I was ironing my shirt like I do every morning and I decided I would do hers as well, I do this probably 30% of the time. She starts an hour later than I do most of the time so has plenty of time to fluff around in the morning. As I was about to walk out the door she was putting the shirt on and I said, in a joking voice, “No need to thank me maam, I live to serve” in a mock up English butler accent. Then it started. Apparently I don’t thank her for everything she does for me, so why should she have to recognise everything I do for her etc, this tirade was delivered with some enthusiasm and venom. Fortunately I know how to handle my woman and responded with “Look, I’m not really in the mood for the hormone hammer, let’s forget it” Then it really started.
Rant Motherfucking flat tire. Georgia's temp at 105, while changing a tire on the side of the road, is about as miserable as it gets. Rave Tire place took a trade in for my old tires, and got 4 brand new Michelin's for $600 total. Unbelievable deal.
Rant or Rave (ask me in the morning): 2nd day of P90x. Was a little sore this morning after the back/chest/ab ripper on first day. Plyometrics KICKED my ass tonight. Tomorrow might be rough.
RANT/RAVE: 28 years on this earth in 20 minutes. RAVE: I have had a great 28 years, despite hitting bottom a couple times, I've made it through relatively unscathed. RAVE: My family for all their faults are awesome. RANT: Can't sleep. RAVE: Do good things for people. Just spent three of the last four days helping a single mom, with no car, no income, two kids and a dead beat baby daddy move. The world can always use more kindness. RANT: Have to be at work at 8 a.m. and the AC there is broken. RAVE: The people at work are awesome so it won't be too bad working on my birthday. Then I'm going to the gym, eating steak and hanging out with mom and dad.
Rant: My friend is(was) currently driving cross country with his girlfriend and family. They have been gone a month and were scheduled to come back this Wednesday. Today I get a call from the friend, they flipped the SUV on the interstate and totaled it along with the camper attached. They are stuck in Murden, South Dakota, which is apparently three hours from any sort of bus or taxi service. Rave: Luckily everyone is ok, thank God, even their 14 year old dog survived the crash. This friend has meant a lot to me over the years, it's a miracle he lived, his entire side was completely demolished, including the roof now residing where his headrest was.
Rave: My Novation Launchpads came in the mail today! Combined with the awesome power of Ableton I shall be unstoppable! Rant: Left my keys in Victoria. Oops.
Rave. Uhh Yeah Dude, the podcast. If you've never heard of it, you should take a listen. I love Carolla's Podcast, but this is better, seriously.
Rant Long ass day. Woke up at 3 am for some stupid reason. Posted here, went fishing, caught a lousy rock bass, went for a swim, the got the wife's ass out of bed, drove the rental place and picked up the minivan, drove 2.5 hrs to the city, did all our running around, and finally got back here at 11:30. Rave These two puppies followed me home. Rant? I never expected the damn boxes to be so big. I get that the height and the width is more or less set by the TV plus the thickness of the packaging material, but Christ the TV is like 2 inches thick. We showed up with a rented minivan thinking we 'd have an over-abundance of room, but we barely fit the two boxes. One went in on its side in the back, the other went in upright through the sliding doors. In order to get the the sliding doors to close properly, I had to chamfer the top edges of the box with a knife (top picture).
RANT: I am a packrat when it comes to information for work, especially emails. It's an occupational hazard, and I'm loathe to throw things away at the best of times. Yesterday I decided to clean up my inbox that I'd been putting off for a while. 5000 emails (inbox only, not including sent folder). I'm working my way through it and everything just up and disappears save that day's emails and about 200 others. I'm a dumbass, and I proceed to freak. RAVE: Got an email recovery program that I had to let run all night. It seems to have worked. RANT: It recovered nearly 5 gig in emails that I'm slowly wading through. This may teach me my lesson, but I doubt it.
Rant: I feel like a fucking idiot. I think I'm wearing the same shirt that I did yesterday, but I honestly have no idea. I remember going home last night and handing the shirt to my girlfriend since she was starting laundry when I got home. Then, this morning, I grabbed a shirt out of the dryer with my pants and I'm pretty sure it's the same one. My sister works here in the afternoon's and she's got a good memory, so she'll definitely know (and definitely make fun of me for it if that's the case).
Rave: Shot an 80 at the local golf course yesterday. Every shot I hit felt good, and I even chipped in for a birdie on six. I missed a hole-in-one by two feet. Rant: Of course I would miss the birdie putt. Rave: The girlfriend and I are off to Brooks, Alberta this weekend to visit my best buddy. Rant: My finances have taken a major blow from all of my recent travel. I had more than enough to cover my Vegas trip, but I've also had to fly home twice in the past two months due to my Mom's health. I realize that money should be the LEAST of my worries given the situation, but it sucks watching my Credit Card balance continue to rise. My Dad has offered to help with some of it, but given the hell that he's been through recently dealing with my Mom's health struggles, I wouldn't feel good accepting his money. Rave: My Mom was admitted into hospice care last Saturday. Apparently it's a lovely facility and she is comfortable. The doctors are really pleasant, and she's been able to rally somewhat and enjoy the company of her many visitors. Rant: She's in a hospice. 'Nuff Said.
Rave: Taking the kids to the pool. My tan needs work. Rave: The new boy is going to get worked tonight, I got new lingerie.
Rant: Having to pay county tax on my car. Rave: A 10 year old VW means it's only $39 Rave: New brakes today! Rave: The final College World Series game was great. Even though I'm in NC, not SC... GO COCKS! (that makes me giggle) Rant: My dog is walking with a limp and her collar is missing. If I find out that one of my dark skinned, crack smoking neighbors hurt her, I'll end up in jail.
RAVE: I caught my wife surreptitiously checking out my package while I was in the shower. She turned beet red, covered her mouth, and laughed like a teenage girl. Very endearing.
Rant: FUCK THE HEALTH CARE IN THIS PROVINCE. In case of medical TMI, spoiler tags: Spoiler I went to the ER at 9pm a few weeks ago because I had a cyst in my lower abdomen. I was triaged and told to have a seat. As I was waiting, in pain, the cyst ruptured and I started to bleed. I told the ER nurse, and she said she'd "note it." I waited SIX MORE HOURS to get a bed, and then 1.5 hours to see a doctor. He said that the location was "weird" and that he was unqualified to address it. "But an OB/GYN won't see you at this hour [it was now 4am] unless you're dying. You can hang out here until one comes on call and we set up an appointment, or you can go home and I'll call you." Needless to say, I went home. He called at 9am and told me to go to X clinic for a 3:30 appointment. The 3:30 appointment turned out to be a 5:30 appointment. The OB/GYN said it was "weird." She said I needed to see a urologist, and she'd send a request letter in. "You need a surgical urologist. If you don't hear from an office by the end of the summer to set up an appointment, call us back and we'll see what's happening with the request. This was on June 8. I tried to see my family doctor and was told the earliest I could get in to see her was July 27th. But, they said, I could go to a walk-in clinic. I went to a walk-in clinic, and the doctor told me that "September actually wasn't too long of a wait to see a doctor for an elective procedure." "How is this elective?" I asked. "Well, you have no symptoms now," the doctor said. I HAVE NO SYMPTOMS BECAUSE NO ONE SAW ME WHEN I CAME IN, BEFORE IT RUPTURED. It's seriously bad enough that I'm waiting for a clinic in North Dakota to call me back and see if they'll treat me as an out-of-country patient and I'll pay cash for the examination/diagnosis. I can feel this cyst getting ready to do what it did before, and I'm at my wit's end. Seriously, how do you get medical care in this province? Do I have to have chest pains and collapse on the steps of a hospital?
Rant- How the fuck does Radio Shack stay in business? I've never seen another customer while in one, they sell outdated electronics, and have to be getting stomped by online retail. Hell, even when they have something I need, it's a 50 cent component or something. If their rent is a modest 1500 a month, that's a shitload of transistors to break even
Sorry to rant twice in one day, but...am I losing my mind? I go to the clinic and tell the doctor, using these exact words: "I have a cyst that has ruptured for the second time in three weeks. I'm bleeding and in pain. I need you to help me." Ten minutes in his office yielded: - him saying that this was not his area of expertise - him declining to examine me - him laughing for a long time when I asked if I could be referred to a specialist who would see me in the next few days - him telling me not to be upset; cysts were harmless - him saying that despite the fact that I was bleeding, this was not an emergency ...I really need to know: am I crazy for thinking that this is something that requires immediate treatment? He's the fourth doctor I've seen in three weeks, and his opinion (which is the same as the others) is that I need to see a specialist and I'll just have to wait a few months to do it. Is this a normal response from a doctor when someone presents with pain, bleeding and an unidentified mass? Any doctors reading this, can you shoot me a PM and tell me to suck it up and quit whining or confirm my hunch that the medical community in this province is nuts?
Rave: I'm on the schedule to fly my first flight in two years/first flight of Primary Flight School/first flight in the T-34c Turbo Mentor tomorrow!! Fucking rock on!! Rant: There's a ton of shit I have to know how to do before I go brief. Rant: It'll probably get cancelled because the weather down here is shit during the day. I just want to fucking fly!! Rave: Three and a half day weekend. Hooray! Rant: Possibly got Poison Ivy on my leg from a hike I did. Could be a bite or sting of some kind also, not too sure.