Rant & Rave: So my wife has always liked checking houses in our area to see what's out there. I think the majority of it was due to the fact that I found our house while she was in Europe teaching, so she never got to be a part of it. Well she of course falls in love with one after seeing it in person, even though she promised she was just looking for fun. There is nothing wrong with our house and it'd be fine for having one kid in, but after that it'd be tight. Plus we don't have a bathtub which would be difficult if we start a family. I have nothing keeping me in the house so I tell her if she and one of our good real estate agent friends can sell our place with minimal loss I'm not against moving. Well I get home Tuesday from work and they have papers ready to go just waiting for my signature. So technically we just put the house up yesterday, and I already got an email from our friend asking if another agent can do a showing tonight. I think us being close to the end of the tax credit will really help. The house my wife found seems like it'd be a really nice place to move to. We'd triple our square footage, get a two car garage, plus just a nicer place. I really didn't have much faith in us selling ours and upgrading, but it looks like there is a good chance it may actually happen. I just have to bust my ass home early and remove all traces of animals before the showing.
RANT: Thanks to the previous owners' dumbassery, we have a bat/squirrel problem in our attic. Whoever told them to take a cedar roof and replace it with a composite roof needs their heads blown off. Thanks to this shit advice, about 150 gaps have been made in the attic, giving rabid fuckers a haven for shelter. I'm pissed. RAVE: Despite the hefty pricetag to seal up the joint, I remain positive that this place will sell quickly. I have to be positive otherwise I may start beating random people with a hammer. Which in and of itself would be a rave for the pent up aggression finding an outlet, the jail time would surely be an issue.
HUGE RAVE: I posted awhile back about my cousins writing a book. They've started their book tour, and they're getting picked up by some national media outlets (they're from Ontario). How awesome is that?
Rant Stop clapping for Tiger you assholes! These overzealous fans clapping like he recovered from Cancer is retarded. Tiger's had such a hard last couple of years muff diving.
Rant/Rave: I've hardly been home all week, maybe a total of 6 hours that I wasn't sleeping. Since I was so wiped out from this week I decided that I needed to take a nap today. As soon as I got home from work a little after 10 this morning I came straight to bed. I didn't want to turn on the tv or computer 'for a little while' for fear that I would get distracted and wouldn't get a nap. I figured I'd sleep an hour or two, get rested up enough to not fall asleep at 6 tomorrow and waste a perfectly good Friday night. I just woke up about 15 minutes ago. I slept for 6 fucking hours. I guess I was more tired than I thought. It's great that I finally got some sleep and I definitely feel rested but fuck, I have laundry and other household things that need to get done today. Not to mention that I probably won't be able to fall asleep tonight. Rave: A good friend and I are driving down to the town where I went to school to go out with a few of my friends I used to work with tomorrow night. Our husbands will be building fence all weekend so they won't miss us too much. It's time for a much needed girls night, I can't wait.
Rant: Why does every employer I currently have feel the need to 1. have Facebook 2. add me as a friend. I do not want to be friends with you outside of the 7 hours a day I spend with you. What the hell? These people 45+ and can barely operate a computer. Who taught them how to set up Facebook? Leave me be, Bossman! I am now forced to take off anything that resembles ME and turn into my corporate, geriatric-friendly me. Fuck that noise. Maybe I'll just create a work Facebook so that it's completely edited and none of my shithead friends can post anything remotely incriminating. Fuck.
RANT I have a dead raccoon in my backyard. Where the fuck do I live that raccoons come wandering into my little yard and die? What the hell do you do with a dead raccoon? RAVE I believe that this falls under the husband's duties. I'll just be inside happily cooking dinner while he figures it out
Rant: Asked the woman to do an easy job around the house. The sliding screen door was sticking, so I said "hey, Jägerette, can you oil the door track when I am out." I get back, things are going ok. Door opens nice and easy. But then it starts to stick. More and more until the door was almost impossible to open. I asked what kind of oil she used. Her reply: "The cooking oil in the kitchen" I spent an hour scraping gummy crap out of the track.
RAVE I totally take back my previous rant. Watching my husband try to stuff it in a trash bag and leaping away every second as if expecting it to suddenly come back to life and turn on him with it's rabies (as he mentioned when suggesting that I should help him) is pure comedy gold.
Rave: Trip to NY went alright and MIL is doing better but still not good. When you're 84, "dying" is subjective and "better" is still just a notch above "alive." Rant: One of these days, remind me to post about the ongoing saga with Verizon about their bullshit billing practices and the bait-and-switch crap that goes on. I'd post about it now except I'm on the computer at the local library and my hour is nearly up. I came home to no internet, DirecTV or telephone and I don't have the money to get it turned back on thanks to the trip. Moral of the story: Stay in school, kids. Don't flouder around and not go to college, thinking that one day you'll get to it because you'll find yourself working paycheck to paycheck barely making ends meet and you'll end up on a computer next to the other bums at the fucking library.
Rant/Rave: Not sure how I feel about this. The next 4 weeks at work are going to be apeshit. 1 week in Indy, 2 in Columbus, and the last one in Lexington. I'll be home on the weekends(to work at the bar), but then it's right out the door again Monday morning. Haven't spent much time in any of those cities, so it should be an experience to say the least. The pay checks will be nice with OT and all. Enh, guess we'll just have to see. RANT: Got a letter from the VA this week. They can't seem to be able to find my medical records for my last 3 1/2 years from Active Duty is regards to my claim. This isn't good, I have an incomplete set, and the rest just disappear into the ether? WTF? This is my money that they are fucking with. Pricks. My claim has been pending for almost a year already with no end in sight.
Rant: It's pretty well documented on here that I'm very close to my baby cousin, she tells me everything. Sometimes a little bit to much for my taste, but whatever...I know it's tough being a teenager and having someone you can trust with your secrets is invaluable. Today she shared some information that made me want to go kill people, but I kept my composure in front of her while I boiled inside. I'm not going to go into what she disclosed, but no, she wasn't raped or assaulted. If that were the case there would be bloody bodies all over this part of Mississippi long before I even had a chance to write this. On top of all this, her 17th birthday is fast approaching and I need to come up with a gift for her. I gave her a very expensive string of black pearls and matching earrings for her last birthday...a girl's 16th birthday is supposed to be a big one. The 17th, not so much. I thought about buying her a stuffed animal, but I gave her one of my stuffed animals a while back when she was in a sour mood with the words "He's a good listener. He listened to all my troubles when I was growing up. Take good care of him." So a stuffed animal is out. The only thing I can think of is to write her a story. She's one of the few people in my family that have read anything I've written and she giggles herself silly reading my crap. Would that be a good gift? A story all her own? I've never tried writing fiction, but an idea for the story is starting to formulate in my head. I dunno, would that be a good gift or not?
Rave: Papa Dobles and a block on Discovery about morbidly obese pregnancies. I have this horrible fascination with super fatties. It's like rain on a Saturday: get my drink, and just watch and watch. Papa Doble (Hemingway Daiquiri) is fucking awesome. Get a double rocks glass, fill it one and a half times with ice into a blender, add 3 ounces of rum, juice of a lime, a good splash of grapefruit juice, and a splash of maraschino liqueur. It's practically health food. Vitamin Rum. Cue the Popeye theme music.
RAVE: 7-1!! Suck on that, Miami-Ohio! RAVE: Flight booked Saturday morning to Detroit to see BC get revenge on Wisconsin for '06.
This is a very rough draft of the story for my cousin's birthday: <a class="postlink" href="http://toytoy88.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-for-my-cousin.html" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://toytoy88.blogspot.com/2010/04/st ... ousin.html</a> Yea or Nay? Should I continue and refine it? I never like anything I write so it's hard for me to analyze it. She shares my fucked up sense of humor and is a closeted writer herself. Will she look at this down the road and smile or just think "What the fuck was wrong with my cousin?" Rant: I can never write anything serious. Maybe that's a good thing?
MOTHERFUCKING DRUNKASS RANT: My best friend (mentioned her in my previous rant) has apparently been dating someone for the past 6 months and ahsf neglected to tell me. What the everliving fuck. Who the fuck does she think she is? Playing around with me this whole time all the while dating someone else behiid my back. And she told my ROOMMATE about this relationship who had to tell me about it? What the fuck. Dumb Bitch.
RANT: Bottom line, my dog essentially launched my laptop into my face. In all seriousness, I would appreciate it if someone could tell me how long I should let a cut above my eye bleed before I seek out medical attention. It's not massive or anything, but it's been an hour so far and its still bleeding. Is there a home remedy?