RAVE: FINALS ARE OVER!!! RANT: I slacked as much as I thought I could get away with this semester, might have slacked a little too much. I need generous grades in two classes. Fuck.
Rant: Found out at the last minute that an aunt who has recently started speaking to the family is going to be in Houston for Christmas. Cue my dad ranting we're going to H-town come hell or high water. This would be awesome if we weren't already going to west Texas for the holiday. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone, but damnit, I only have Christmas Day and New Year's Day off. I didn't plan on spending 15 hours in the car with my family this weekend. We're driving to Houston Christmas Day, driving to west TX Saturday and then driving back here Sunday. I am bringing my ipod, many books and a flask just to get through the drives. Fuck family roadtrips. They're my personal 7th circle of hell.
Rave: The CS department at my work gets some ridiculous emails. I am charged with clearing out spam in the server, and came upon this gem. I have posted it at my desk: Either Borat is in the market for a scope or a LOL cat has become self aware.
Rant: Making Clam chowder and I burned the fuck out of the bacon. WHO FUCKING BURNS BACON? Me. That's who. Fuck. Rave: Clam Chowder. I was able to save a good chunk of the bacon and keep on going. This would have been terrible otherwise as I don't have anymore bacon in the house.
Rave: The fat burner I've been taking is phenomenal. I can barely go a day without wanting to do some kind of physical exercise, and I've lost 6 pounds since Dec 1st. Rant: They do make me hyper and a little aggressive when I'm troubleshooting something at work. Guess I know never to take the hard stuff. Rave: One more day of work, then 5 days off. Rant: This year I've quit smoking, stopped going out a lot and made plans to move to Austin, where I may land a job that's a 50% increase over my current pay. Yet every vacation w/ my parents inevitably devolves to my mother finding a handful of things I'm not doing "right" (improving my credit, being stone sober, being nicer to my ex) and speaking AT me like a moron who is not at all self-aware. I'm learning from my father how to nod and acknowledge w/o actually listening, but I'm already hard enough on myself w/o any help.
Rave: My oldest daughter is coming in from Sweden tomorrow to visit me for a month. I also luck out and have my other daughter over my place for two weeks. This is going to be a great Christmas.
Rant: We should have a holiday drunk thread for this week. Let's be honest, we are all drinking our families down to a tolerable decibal. Rave: Got it started at least..<a class="postlink" href="http://thepimptresspersona.blogspot.com/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://thepimptresspersona.blogspot.com/</a> I am open to constructive criticism. Gracias.
Rant: My car is completely dead. I haven't been able to drive it for a while. Got him early this week and took it to the shop. There are so many things wrong with it that it's really not even working trying to fix. I have a job next semester and drive to and from Columbus alllll the time. Looks like I'm going to have to whip out the money I don't have to buy myself another car. Merry fucking Christmas to me. Rave: I'm finally getting back into working out everyday. It's crazy how easy it is when I can ACTUALLY run for once. I made it a half mile on my shitty quad today. It only took about 368 days after my knee surgery for that to happen. Oh well, I'm still fucking excited to (slowly) get back to running!
RANT: The only thing worse than people who don't know how to drive is people who don't know how to park in a parking lot without blocking the driving aisles. There's still 10 feet between your front bumper and that pole, asshole. RAVE: Merry Christmas, Idiots!
RAVE: I remember the medicine man; He poured running water in my hand; drug me around by my headband; said I wan't the kind. I was told I look like I could rape a bear. Win. Yes, drinky. EPIC EDIT UPDATE: Roomie just tore ass out of his room, into the bathroom,and puking and shitting himself. All in our third roommate's bathroom. Ruin my postgame bowl of frosted flakes? Hell no. I took him some water and paper towels and drove on.
Rave: My old roommate and her fiancee are in town from Calabasas, CA. Two fun as hell people, love having them here. We were all toasted by 8PM. And a guy that grew up in Brooklyn, NY claims a local pizza place is as good as he's ever had. Rave Went to the casino boat with $100, left with $300.
Rant: Flew back home for the first Christmas day with my Dad in 7 years and had the power go out not three hours after I landed. Looked out the window and saw massive plumes of smoke over the edge of the town. Went up on the balcony and realised we could see flames licking at the side of the town - bushfire. Spent the rest of the day watching the water bombers, and listening to our battery run radio with the dog and the photo album ready to run. It got a little hairy when the wind turned and started blowing ash over our heads, but they managed to get it under control before we needed to get out. Power is now back on, but it sounds like a couple of our friends may have lost their homes. Thank fuck we live on the non-posh (scummy) end of town that would require most of the place to be ravaged the flames would reach us... but it's not that big a town. Rave? Power outage meant we had to drink the contents of the fridge. Mmm, Dad's homebrew. And no loss of life reported thus far.
Rave: One of the great benefits to being married to a chick that has her shit together (big time) is my Christmas shopping is basically done for me. She does it all, mothers, nieces, nephews, sisters, brothers-in-law, and whoever else we give gifts to. I seriously hate shopping that much that getting married just for this benefit alone is well worth the price of admission. Rave: I finished up shopping for the wife yesterday, and we have a spending limit of $60 on each other. I went way the fuck over, but it'll be worth it as I got her something really nice, and frankly, she deserves so much more. Rant/Rave. Christmas will be at the in-laws. So my day off is with a bunch of folks that are ok, no drinking, and real 'family oriented.' So I constantly have to watch my language. The rave part? My brother in law (the one in my blog) is a complete jackass and there is the distinct possibility that dinner will include two tards. Real tards. Last year's dinner with them was highly disturbing, yet hilarious.
Rave: Done work today at noon and gone until Tuesday. Rave: World Jr Championship is only days away. Last year I missed the tournament since I was in Australia and New Zealand. Cant wait. (Though, I wouldnt mind going back over there) Rant: Going up to Sudbury to spend a couple days with friends of the wifes. Rant: They're French. Major Rant: They're french and dont watch hockey. Leafs are playing the Habs on Saturday. I would like to watch the game with some french people so I can rub it in their face when the Leafs beat the Surrender Monkeys.
Rave: It may actually snow tomorrow, which means we may actually have a white Christmas for the first time in years.
RANT: Is it wrong that a can't stand my stepson? That I might even go so far as to say I hate him? Fuckin Aspergers, ADHD, OCD mess of a child. Ruins every holiday. He's almost 11 and it's just getting worse. Everything with that kid is full volume yelling, running around, obnoxious, annoying non-stop talking, and blurting out inappropriate shit. Ever hear the saying: "A family is a dictatorship ruled by it's sickest member"? Well, its fucking true. I know exactly how Christmas morning is going to go: He's going to be overly excited, over hyper, and rip through all the presents too fast and wind up crying because he thinks his brother (my biological son (5), who does not have any of the above mentioned afflictions and actually takes his time opening presents) got more, better, cooler stuff than him. Even though my wife goes through hell making sure the amounts are the same and equal in every way possible. Happens every. Fucking. Year. For those of you who are going to flame me and say, well why did you marry a woman with a child like that? Let me respond with: He was not this way when we met. He was 2 at the time and though had some developmental delays, he was an enjoyable child. There was no way to know he would develop so many problems as he got older. By the time we both realized how bad it was, and trust me, he drives my wife crazy too, we were married and had a child of our own. But if I had it to do over again. I would not. RAVE: He is leaving on the 26th for a week to spend x-mass with his (biological) grandmother.
RANT: I need dog food. Well, not me specifically, but my animals do. Which means I have to go to Walmart, because only they sell the brand I mix with their expensive other brand. Let me stress: I'm about to go to Walmart on December 23. Jesus, I must really love my dogs. RAVE: Half day tomorrow, and uber short week next week! Who says Christmas sucks?!
RAVE: My supervisor just called and said they're canceling work tomorrow due to the snow storm thats coming. I'll get to drive the 2.5 hours home tonight in fairly good weather. I was worried about being stranded by myself for christmas, although I had a pretty good contingency plan of beer, whiskey, hot brandy and tombstone pizzas in case that happened.
Rave: Two more hours of work (screwing around on the internet) and then off to the airport. First to El Paso for Christmas with my parents and then to the Philippines for some scuba diving. Rant: As usual, worried that I forgot to pack something before a trip.
Rave: When I get bored I like to watch awful movies, and last night I put on the new American Pie, the "Book of Love." Really fucking bad. But the rave part is that a girl in it looks EXACTLY like an acquaintance of mine with whom mutual flirting takes place all the time (she lives rather far away so I can't exactly make good on that now), and movie-girl shows off her titties. It's just like seeing real-girl's titties! Rant: Break brings the amount of available girlage to about zero, so I have to resort to watching American Pie, the Book of Love.