Rave: Lake Texoma, you can't get into my life fast enough. Sunday better get here with the quickness. Rant: Work. Goddamn fucking work.
Rave: I can honestly say that today at work I found a letter from Christ. And he graduated from Harvard Law.
Rant Spent 9 hours Friday in the Atlanta airport. 1:15 PM flight was delayed 5 times then canceled at 8:30 PM. Instead of flying I had to drive 7+ hours starting at 9:45 PM getting to my destination at 4 AM (a time change was involved for those doing the math). Rant My destination was Greenville, Mississippi. Rave Added Greenville, Mississippi to my list of "Places I Hope I Never Have To Go To Again" To say that all of Mississippi is a shithole is unfair, but from what I saw, it's wearing a shithole's uniform.
Rant: What is the deal with boys these days immediately texting post-date? Seriously, we just spent time together... we need to talk more? At least give it a day or two or something.
FML I have a girlfriend I don't cheat on. Seriously what the fuck? I go out with friends and get chicks all over my nuts. This is retarded, where were these sluts when I was single? On the bright side at least I'm being "good", that's a new one for me.
Rave: Three day weekend coming up. Paseo arts festival on friday, which is always a good combination of drinking outside, good music, and people watching. Then a cookout at the house on Sunday night. Just gotta make sure not to eat or drink too much and ruin my new plan for losing weight. RANT: Soar throat, headache, body aches, congestion...fuck, I think I'm getting sick. Right before Memorial Day weekend too.
RANT- I hate my job with the passion of ten red hot suns. I have been in the financial world and mortgage banking for over ten years. Now thanks to Barney Frank and the greed of my industry my job is a joke. People act like they are doing me a favor by letting me write there loan. My college degree, series 6 and 63, all of my experience is all come down to............ "What's your rate?" "What's your fees" Wow that sounds high!! I'm interviewing in industrial sales and praying to get out of this industry. Believe me it's not easy when your Resume says (Sales Manager-countrywide home loans, Sales Manager Superior Home Mortgage.....blah, blah, blah more the same. I know I can't complain too much because unlike allot of other Americans I still have a job. Rave Memorial Day weekend, I can't go to the beach (because I'm old and married) but I can still have a good beerBq. God, I remember how excited I was to start the summer off at the shore.......all of you youg un's live it up this weekend!
Rave: Bags packed and I'm ready for the weekend. Rave: Heading into work... NOW for a couple hours and then off for a 4-day vacation. Rave: Packing for sailing made me think of this... Happy weekend everybody!
Rave: For no particular reason other than being in a great mood! No big plans for the weekend other than a little yard work, beer can chickens on the grill and just hanging out poolside with non-school related books. It's already been consistently in the 90s. I must have slept through the day Spring came and went.
Rave: Got my tickets for the Indy 500 in the mail today. Should be fun. Rave: Got the Newsgroups set up. Rant: Friend boy still wants to be friends, I either want to make-out with him or set him on fire when I see him. This could be hard.
Rave: "This white dress will go perfectly with my shiny red shoes! I want to be a ballerina when I grow up, or maybe a princess!!!" -- Landon, Age 5 Start homeschooling your children parents of TiB, I am officially a preschool teacher! Seriously, this is the best fucking job ever. It's like getting paid to run around and play with pack of puppies all day. Our "science experiments" are watering the garden in the playground and baking brownies. The kids all go apeshit over apple juice and interactive songs and it's really just a whole bunch of fun. I also have the honor of playing secretary as kids dictate their hilariously spastic and incoherent stories to me to show to their parents. Best. Summer job. Ever. RAVE RAVE RAVE!!: This preschool just so happens to be directly across the street from Barack Obama's house, and he came back home today. Our class had a police commander come explain to the kids why our street is swamped by secret service vans and police cars. When he asked the kids if they had any questions about the President coming back the responses he got had me in stitches. Matthew, age 5, insisted on explaining why he hates policemen to the commander. Romit, age 4 1/2, told the class in meticulous detail about the time he went to the zoo and every animal he saw. When the commander cut the story short Romit flipped a shit and threw a temper tantrum. Watching such an experienced police office squirm because of one of my children was too much to handle.
Rant: I have to replace my air conditioner. It broke last week and when the HVAC guy came out and troubleshot it he pretty much confirmed my fears: I have a leak somewhere in the system and all the refrigerant is gone, and there's not much more to say about it because the unit is 21 years old and pretty much has met the end of its life. There goes 3000 bucks...
Rant: This "friend" of mine had skin cancer about 2 years ago. She had to have a large part of her skin removed and it was a really long rehab since she had a skin graft and blah blah blah. Anyway, her latest Facebook status warns us all to avoid tanning beds because they increase your change of having skin cancer by 400%. "I really just wish we had known all of this 10 years ago...then I wouldn't have had skin cancer. It's so sad to be teased for being pale." I am SO tempted to respond, "Um...but we DID know this 10 years ago." What a dumbass.
Rave: I'm currently sitting in DCA getting ready to fly to Dallas for a four day weekend of laying around on a boat in some community where rich people live/vacation. Rant: It is about to thunder storm. DCA only has one run way. If my flight gets delayed by 30 minutes it could take me three hours to get the fuck out of here.
RAVE: I have an interview with them tomorrow! Rave: One of my best friends is visiting for the weekend. We were planning on doing an Edward 40-hands tonight and even though I'll need to restrain myself tonight, tomorrow will kick ass. I got tickets to the Twins game tomorrow night for $10 each for us and we will spend the day drinking beer and G&Ts in my backyard before leaving. He's a huge baseball fan and hasn't been to Target Field yet. It's gonna be great.
Rant: I have been to some really shitty places. Some of the worst places in DC, Baltimore, London, Vienna, Philadelphia off the top of my head. Places where you look around and say: man, this is a real shithole. Now granted, I never been to Detroit, because seriously...why would I go to Detroit? It's cold and the weak get killed and eaten. In any event, it is my humble estimation that Bridgeport, CT and the immediate surrounding areas is the most dreadful place in the world, save maybe Port-au-Prince. When arrived to this 'city' yesterday evening, the shittyness literally astounded me to the point where I called my wife and told her I was scared. When she asked why, I said it's 7PM, no establishment seemed to be open downtown, it's 95 degrees, and I have a high confidence that I am going to be eaten by zombies. When I finally crawled through the hell-like heat to find a bar / restaurant, it was empty and overlooked a square in which the courthouse resides. It was one of those squares that you see in horror flicks, where no matter where or how you tried to exit the town you'd end up in the same exact spot, with some monster sitting on the porch skinning a labador retriever with a dull pocket knife. When I had to travel to destination to destination, sure enough, it was the same scene over a 12 mile perimeter. *shudder* Rave: I get to leave tomorrow morning and have my full 4 day weekend. DoobLa Rave: I don't live in Bridgeport, CT.