RANT An update from this post: http://www.theidiotboard.com/messageboard/viewtopic.php?f=3&p=50879#p50879 Looks like me and the girl are done. Well...it was fun while it lasted.
RAVE: Got my tickets to see Phish over the 4th of July weekend. Two nights at the Verizon Amphitheater in Alpharetta, GA. Can't. Fucking. Wait.
Rant/Rave: Did end up going boating at the Buffet concert. There were only a handful of boats though so it wasn't as crazy as previous years. Did end up attaching to a boat that had some major hotties on it. Unfortunately I was on the wrong side of the boat when the only girl I knew, and total knockout, flashed her perky peach tits. Still had a lot of fun.
RAVE: Kid number 2 is in the pipe... Here's to hoping it's first healthy, and second, a boy. That way I can stop all this baby making foolishness and just do it to do it, if you take my meaning...
Rave: Exercised for the first time in months today. Put 20 miles in on my bike. Felt great. Rave: I've been phenomenally productive in my shop in the past two days. Some projects are coming along much faster than anticipated. Rant: Probably because I'm dead broke and desperately need a job. Rant: Girlfriend's in Italy. Makes communication alot harder.
RANT Marmaduke...the movie? Fucking WHY????? And they got Owen Wilson to do the voice. Very fitting. It's like Hollywood is determined to ruin my childhood, one colossal summer failure at a time.
RAVE: Pepsi. I NEVER drink Pepsi (always diet), but I just bought a tall boy of it for 99 cents. So good, the New Yorker under all this red clay and beach sand loves him some Pepsi. RANT: Not working out tonight. Again. RAVE: Rum in the Pepsi.
Rant: Ef, do I need a new pair of spandex! I'm seriously wondering how I have lived so long without a pair of lululemon shorts with the zippered pocket for my iPod. I already have the pant and capri versions, but it is way too motherfucking hot to even considering putting on anything that is longer than mid-thigh. So instead, today I was forced to wear plain old spandex and wedge my iPod in my sports bra where it had no chance of moving an inch. Upon getting home and reaching into my bra to retrieve said iPod, I was greeted with my iPod covered in a disgusting film of boob sweat. Yeah, new shorts asap.
Rant: In keeping with my (unintentional) baby poop theme for today, I just received this link in an email from Baby Center: <a class="postlink" href="http://www.babycenter.com/baby-poop-photos" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.babycenter.com/baby-poop-photos</a> Now, clicking that link will bring you to an adorable picture of a sleeping baby and some poop thumbnails (I had a couple of those today) but once you get like halfway through the slideshow, shit gets real. View at your own risk. I'm not kidding. Having three boys, I've seen nearly everything hideous you can think of and even that slideshow gave me the heebs. Don't say I didn't warn you. But seriously, who took those pictures and thought it best to share them with the world?! I mean, I get what purpose the slideshow serves I guess but at no point today during Poopapalooza did I think to myself "Yannow, I think I'll preserve this for posterity!" And y'all think my post was gross. Sheesh! Rant: We were at my middle son's soccer game today and little dude let out the scream to end all screams. What do I see in the bright sunlight? Two teensy, pearly little slivers on his bottom gums. My boobs dried up on the spot. Rave: Coincidence?
Rave: J's dad got injected with a radioactive isotope today to get a heart scan done, so I went over with my Geiger counter. I thought that it would only be a slightly high count, but holy shit, the thing was clicking like crazy from 15 ft away. I suppose J shouldn't have hugged him. Highlight of my week sadly.
Rave: I almost caught a black kitty with a white stripe in my garage. Rave: The key word is almost. Good thing my garage doors take 10 minutes to close. The skunk made it out in time. Rant: The joys of living in the country. 4 dead chipmunks in the pool today (guess they can't swim), a TON of skunks out every night, a single trash bag left in the bin AFTER pickup. This single truck garbage company has 2, 4, and 8 bag bi-weekly pickup plans. I pay for the 4 plan. There were 5 bags. Instead of billing me for the extra bag they left the bottom most (rotten) bag in there. Really? I mean most weeks I'm a 2-3 bag guy. Can't you just carryover ONE of those? Fuck you. That nice Christmas cash & beer bonus I gave you last year... yeah, don't think so.
RANT: Hi my name is Marcus Thames, I can't catch a ball that I have spent my entire life catching. I am retarded.
Rant So far I've spent $120 on tickets to shows that I can't go to. Why the hell is Hank 3 the same night (a Tuesday, none the less) as Tom Petty and Joe Cocker? I can't go see the Sadies either because they're playing the same night as the Buzzcocks. I'd pick the Sadies any day over the Buzzcocks but its my girlfriends birthday weekend and guess who she wants to go to? Yup the Buzzcocks, but at least that show will be free, we can get on the guest list. Anybody in Calgary want tickets to the Sadies (Saturday show @ Dickens) or Hank 3?
rant: so my pretty much my entire fucking movie went over completely flat. Usually comedies don't work when there isn't a lot of people, but for whatever reason people laughed way, way harder when I showed it to them 1 on 1 as opposed to a much larger crowd. I don't fucking get it and now i'm in an awful fucking mood
Rave: after finishing The Wire a couple weeks ago, my new fix is Six Feet Under. I'm 5 episodes in, and in addition to the show being great, I'm particularly fond of Brenda. Rachel Griffiths is like a hotter version of Carrie-Anne Moss, and her character is all sorts of awesome. A woman with that kind of confidence is fucking sexy. And her carefree attitude is my favorite part about her. Especially with lines like: Brenda: Nate, these are my parents, Margaret and Bernard Chenowith. Margaret and Bernard, this is Nate Fisher, the man I am having sex with. Nate: This is Brenda. My, uh...my girlfriend. Brenda: I prefer the term "fuck puppet."
Rave: After abandoning all hope of ever receiving it, it turns out that I will be able to get the first time home buyer's $8K tax credit. HELL. YEAH. Backstory, if you're interested: Spoiler I'm buying the condo that I'm currently renting from my landlord. For estate planning purposes, my landlord decided to transfer the legal ownership of the condo to a different company of his. I originally thought that the title change occured on March 15. I'm getting my loan through an FHA program and FHA rules state that no property can be sold to someone going for an FHA loan within 90 days of any title change. The rule was established so that people buying up foreclosed homes couldn't pick them up and flip them for a large profit and take advantage of first time buyers. Regardless of the fact that the rule did not pertain to my situation in any way, it didn't matter. Even though I was approved for the loan, they wouldn't release the funds because of the rule, leaving me to wait until I could re-apply on June 16th (the 91st day after the title change) with no hope in hell of getting it approved again and closing by June 30th in time to get the credit. What I found out this morning is that the title change actually happened February 9, meaning that the 90 day rule expired 10 days ago and I'll be able to re-apply immediately. With all of my (literally 5 inches of) paperwork already completed, all I need to do is resubmit new pay stubs and bank statements, sign a few sheets of paper again, and off it goes, with plenty of time for the approval to be returned by June 30th. I'm so fucked psyched.
Rant: I don't care if you smoke. However basic etiquette dictates that if I let you borrow my car and it does not smell like smoke, and the ash tray appears to have never been used then you probably shouldn't smoke in my car. Especially if you're picking up a customer that you don't know and that will be trapped in there with you for over an hour. Not only that but you leave the fucking butts in the ashtray? Seriously?