Rave: I was about ready to quit facebook for a variety of reasons, but upon initial inspection these new changes are making me think about changing my mind. Looks like they started to pull their heads out of their asses. Someone rep or PM me if this is a blanket over my eyes.
Rant: I don't normally like to bitch about work here, but holy balls am I busy. Twelve house plans are sitting on my desk right now (well, more than that, but only these twelve are...) to be shipped by WEDNESDAY. I haven't even started designing nine of them yet. I hope the framers fall behind, because this is going to murder our shop if I dump that much work on them and say "Be done in four days."
Rave: I'll be finished getting licensed for my job on the 11th and then I'm going to Florida. My sister agreed to pay for my ticket on a cruise since I'm broke right now, and I can basically pay her back whenever I have the money (which will be a couple of months or so probably). She's apparently loaded because at her part time waitressing job some drunk guy tips her $200 every time he sees her because she looks like his daughter who died 18 years ago. She only works 2-3 nights a week and makes almost as much as I will for the first year of my career. Can't fucking wait to spend a couple weeks down in Florida. It's going to be awesome.
Rave..... Rant...?: Went out last night to a place that has murderous drink prices, apart from a great happy hour. So we did the logical thing and tag teamed the two bars in the place getting 4 drinks a piece each time (Vodka/soda water). We just dumped them on our table and kept going back for more. Eventually one of the bar girls told me that she knew what were up to and to cut it out. I said fair enough and headed back to the table to survey the damage. 32 drinks lay before us. We were happy. We start drinking and shooting the shit when bar girl comes over with manager man and asks who all the drinks were for. We gestured towards random people, which apparently did not satisfy them. They said that we were not allowed to buy any more drinks until we had finished all the drinks that we currently had (responsible service what?) Of course we took that as a challenge and started downing them with mucho gusto. We finished them with about 5 minutes of happy hour left and headed to the bar to order more. She said that they had made themselves clear that we were not to have any more until we finished the others. I told her that we had indeed finished the 32 drinks and to please supply us with more, post haste. She walked away from the packed bar, leaving 1 poor girl to man the whole thing, and stormed to our table to see that we spoke the truth. She looked at us as if we had just performed an illusion. She even peeked under the table to see if we hadn't cheekily hidden them. Defeated, she returned to the bar and made us more drinks. I tipped her a $20 and gave her a wink. Predictably that was the highlight of the night, which hastily deteriorated to leering at anything with breasts, falling over and falling asleep on my bedroom floor. CLIFFS: Drank 16 vodkas in 40 minutes. Handed pirate-whore bar girl her ass. Asleep on floor.
Rave: Getting married in two days, followed by the honeymoon of my dreams. Her dad also has specifically stated he does not want to shoot me. The fiance and I have lived together for the past 7 months or so, so not much will change, but it is rare in life that you know logically, and everyone around you says, that you are 100% making the right decision. I haven't had the nerves or "cold feet" yet, and if they hit in the next 24 hours, there's always vodka and gin. Rant: Pardon the cliche, pop-culture reference, but: I have a budding bridezilla on my hands. This is NOT cool. Rave: My solution to the problem is getting inappropriately drunk off gin rocks. It is working exceedingly well. Rant: I have blood sugar issues and the gin will not like me in the morning. Rant: The fiance is overly-self-conscious/shy in the sack, and as such tonight was my first time trying "dirty talk" to the best of my abilities. Apparently, " Me: 'oh yeah, that's my pussy' Her: 'I hate that word.' Me: 'I mean 'twat'' " takes her out of the mood. Rave: She's letting me order her sex toys on the internet. I don't care what I pay; I can't wait to try this shit out. Rant: I hate to ask this, but: anyone have any recommendations for "beginner" stuff? I got her a rabbit and that works swimmingly, but that's about all she's willing to explore right now. I know firmly where my sexual preferences lie (female, dipshits, but as far as what type of shit works for me), but she's still working on discovering hers. Any ideas? PM me for details.
RANT: I'm gonna miss you, Griffey. Prettiest swing in baseball. RAVE: He's leaving before it gets too bad. .184 this season and Zero HR. Yeah, it's time to hang up that golden glove, buddy.
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Rave: Done summer classes. Rave: Spent all day grilling steaks and drinking beers/working on my buddy's home theatre. Rant: Someone made nachos but forgot to spray the aluminium foil so the cheese wouldn't stick. Without realizing it until it was too late, I've eaten so much aluminum that I'm most likely going to shit out an engine block in the near future.
MAJOR RANT: Even though I have no invested interest in either the Tigers or Indians (Cardinals fan here), I am absolutely livid about the blown call to take away the perfect game for Armando Galarraga. That call was absolutely bullshit, and I would be pissed if it was the fourth inning in a 8-0 game. But to STEAL a perfect game? Jim Joyce deserves...NEEDS to be fired. If Bud Selig doesn't make an example out of this guy, he's telling the world that his officiating staff is BELOW PAR. Fucking terrible
Rant: The next person who gives me unwarranted career advice is going to get a stab in the face. I'm aware that a BFA in Creative Writing is a fairly useless degree, but it doesn't mean I'm going to go back to school to be a librarian. Maybe a teacher, but why would I waste two years on becoming certified to teacher high school asshole kids how to type a work document? If I'm going to work in a school, I want to teach kids to enjoy reading, not be ignored as I explain Microsoft Word to a bunch of teenagers who are ignoring me and checking their Facebook.
Rave: Free breakfast. Eggs, bacon, sausage, fruit, and coffee. Gotta love when the boss and negotiators have a meeting and leave enough food for us regular analysts to gorge ourselves. Rant: Is this what my "joy" at work has come to? Happiness about free food? Time to get a new job.
God dammit. God dammit so much. And then there was one. Rue McClanahan dead at 76. Coleman, Hopper, McClanahan. The fucking Rule of Three strikes again.
<a class="postlink" href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/SHOWBIZ/celebrity.news.gossip/06/02/gary.colman.wife.resisted.giving.aid.ppl/index.html?hpt=Sbin" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.cnn.com/2010/SHOWBIZ/celebri ... l?hpt=Sbin</a> Is it me or does this 911 call sound more like he ran out of toilet paper mid-dump and she was reluctant to brave the stank to bring him a new roll? Stress seizures? I thought PMS was bad.
Rave: Surprisingly, I like ICU. I thought it would be really depressing and I'd hate it. It's not really depressing at all. It's normal people who just want to go home. They just have tubes and whatnot.
Rant: I have been so fucking busy the last few months that I have little time to check this board anymore. Sucky. Rant: My daughter got 3 mosquito bites on her neck and face while playing outside on Tuesday. One was really close to her eye, and yesterday morning when she woke up her whole eye was swollen shut. I had to take her to the doctor and get an antibiotic prescription in case it might be cellulitis. She's such a sensitive little thing that I worry what will happen if something serious actually happens to her. Rave: My best friend and her girlfriend are flying in this afternoon and spending the weekend with me. I am beyond excited to have some girl time.
Rave: Moments of realization that you're over some bad shit and have moved on. Ex who almost shit wrecked me last year, friended me on facebook after a couple of emails back and forth. Thought, "am I ready for this?", gambled and accepted it, after reading about 2 wall posts on her shit, just found that I didn't care enough to continue. Awesome feeling. Rave:Haven't felt this mellow and calm in a long time. (minus the last time I got high)
Rant Wow. I knew we'd be dealing with some of the lesser intelligent Americans when my wife and I decided to adopt, but this takes the cake. One of the potential birth moms is in a poker tournament next month. If she wins, she's keeping the baby because she'll have money for it. If not, she gives it up. I think this goes beyong intelligence and on to downright insanity.
Rant: Bullshit no one likely wants to read: Spoiler So I got an email from the event coordinator at the hotel where the wedding is being held, and our families have booked a bunch of rooms in a block we reserved saying, here is the updated lists, cancels are in red. I look through, everyone but Jägerette's dad's side and a couple of wedding party people have been canceled. Why? Because Jägerette's dad has been losing it since he started dialysis, and he sees the filled rooms out of the block for my side that have all been paid for by my individual family, and thinks that he is paying for them, and tells the coordinator at the hotel to cancel them. Mind you, he didn't pay, my family did. They are just on the block that we reserved. So now, refunds have just been issued since the cancellations were listed on Tuesday, and we just found out, and my mother has already gotten a concerned call by my uncle thinking that the wedding had been called off, and he likely won't be the first to call. Of course, now the rooms have to be reinstated, and re charged, so hopefully no one overdrafts or anything.