RANT: Baby has a milk protein allergy. Have to give her Nutramigen from here on out. Shit is FUCKING EXPENSIVE! RAVE: Who cares. It's expensive, but worth more than gold to me at the moment. It makes her a happy baby, which is good. So fucking good. Screaming for hours......Bad. Happy sleeping baby with a happy tummy making cute sleeping baby sounds.....Good. RAVE: We're six weeks in and we're finally starting to feel a little more comfortable in the roles of Mom and Dad. It's been a tough transition and when she was screaming for hours on end, it got very tense and frustrating. I'm sure I'll be frustrated many more times. But, those times when she looks at me and gives me this silly little popeye smile, I melt and it's all worth it. RAVE: My daughter. Love unlike which I've ever felt before. I'm a lucky man. Surviving my heart attack has allowed me to be here for her. It's good to be alive and I don't think I've ever felt more so.
What a fucking week. Rave: Had a phone interview with a manager in Connecticut and it couldn't have gone any better. She was complimenting everything I said and every answer was met with "I just knew you'd be a great fit for us and that answer just proves it" and "That's honestly the best answer anyone has ever given when I ask that." If I don't get the job, I will mail a box filled with my shit to her. Should be another week or two before I hear anything, thanks to working for a huge corporation with lots of HR hoops to jump through, but keep your fingers crossed for me. You people seem to have helpful/lucky fingers. *Edit* I would stay in my current building, but the manager would be in Connecticut. I'd likely be working from home pretty often. The only time I would see my manager is when she flies me out for meetings. Awesome. Rant: Had a gun pulled on me last night as I was driving home from my friend's movie theater. Rave: I made my TV debut on Thursday. Because of all the bullshit with my home warranty company not covering what they advertise themselves as covering completely, I was on John Matarese's "Don't Waste Your Money" segment. It's aired three times in the past 24 hours (that I know of). Link to the text is here. Still waiting on the video to show up.
Rave: Beerfest in Boston tonight! Rave: Staying at the GF's place, her roommates are gone for the weekend. Rant: The GF has no form of air conditioning, I generally require temperatures below 70 while I sleep, it is hot as fucking balls here. Rant: It's not even 8 AM and I've been up for over an hour, there is no reason for this. Rave: Beerfest in Boston tonight!
RANT: All of my power-steering shit in my car needs to be replaced. The shop said they would do it, my brother said he'd like to try, which would save me 300$. This in itself is great if he's able to actually do it. What really fucking irks me though is the fact that I just brought my car in for inspection last month. They said everything was fine. Now they are saying that this has been a problem for so long that it caused extra damage and what would have been an easy fix would now cost me 450$ for them to fix. You fucking assholes should have seen this in the first place. FUCK YOU.
Rave: Put an end to a dry spell that felt like it lasted forever. Rave: Even better, I am going to be getting sex on a regular basis now for the foreseeable future.
RANT: Dumped my first motorcycle today, fucking gravel road bitch ass mother fucker... RAVE: The bike and I walked away relatively unscathed, save a skinned knee and elbow. RAVE: Dumped my first motorcycle today, glad that's out of the way (you got two types of people in this world, those who have dumped a bike and those who still have to). RAVE: The Bastard Suns are playing New Smyrna beach tonight! FUUUUUCK YEAH! Spoiler
Rave: Cracked the first beer of the day. It's time for the liquor to call the shots from here on out.
Rant: Taking 2 summer courses for school. One of them meets 4 days a week for 5 hours a day. There is so much god damned homework (2 papers, a major project presentation) due on Tuesday, and it seems like cramming an entire semester into 4 god damned weeks is insane. Rave: This class is only 1 month long, so in 3 weeks it'll be over and I can move on.
Rant: Jesus Christ there are a lot of idiots in the world. I'm specifically referring to this messageboard and rep. Listen, I'm 20 years old and I don't require the bullshit validation that some of you thrive for. The whole point of rep points is to flush out the morons who only post to get rep. Get some self-esteem for God's sake.
Rant: RIP Manute Bol. I didn't see him play much, but the highlights I watched always looked hilarious, and he was actually pretty good. I know he did a lot for Sudan after he retired too, so overall he seemed like a pretty good guy.
Rant: Just had two white trashy people full-on going at it in my community pool. They didn't stop when I walked in and started laying out my stuff to get some sun. They didn't stop when a few little kids came in with their grandparents, nor when they gasped and the grandmother told them they should be ashamed of themselves. One was a fat Bret Michaels. The woman is on our community's board, and looks like Paris Hilton if she were 60 and had sun-destroyed skin. Fuck.
RAVE: watching Manute Bol hoist 3s during games. Nothing like seeing a 7'7" guy shoot threes. He was always good for a highlight or two during a game, whether it was blocking a shot or shooting a 3. Not many guys are like that now. He was definitely a class act, and will be surely missed. His greatest actions without a doubt came off the court.
Rave- Two solid days of beer, floating on the lake, friends and spliff. Rant- My front is completely burned and wearing clothes hurts Rave- Did all of the laundry so I have loads to choose from Rant- Working 2-10 tonight
RAVE: God, I missed having sex with new people. Consider the one week post GF slump busted. RAVE: Retarded good pussy. RAVE: Spent the morning at her mom's listening to funny drunken escapade stories from her mom's FWB. RAVE: Met a woman last night that there's a good chance I'll be getting some serious work through.
Rave: For father's day my g/f dropped the news that she's pregnant. I'm going to be a baby daddy for a 3rd time. Rant: FUCK!!!!
Rant: Making the mistake to leave a stupid, irresponsible idiot in charge. Shit got fucked up. I had to fix shit. Last night was a managerial hell. Rant: Because the other intern quit, I've been doing the work of two people for the past week. That meant working damn near 100 hours this past week. Rave: This is the first afternoon I've had off for too long. Spent the day with my family in a park next to a lake, grilling free brats (courtesy of yours truly) and having a good time. Nobody pissed me off. Rave: I am drunk and it's awesome. Time to drink more beers on the front porch with a roommate. I'm kinda tempted to bust out a 40 I've had sitting in the fridge for awhile.
RAVE: I have my blog up and running (somewhat, still trying to figure out AdSence). Just posted 13 recipes with tons more to come. <a class="postlink" href="http://cookingwithbrasky.blogspot.com/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://cookingwithbrasky.blogspot.com/</a> Rave: I have nothing to do tomorrow and it is going to be 80*, swimming at my buddy's house and Battlefield Bad Company 2 will be in order. Rave: Had a great stress free weekend thus far.
Rave: Mariners swept the Reds. I finally got to see an M's game live here. Rant: Hammered beyond all cognitive abilities, and its amazing the emotional shit that comes out when alcohol is involved in my emotionally drunken stupors. Hmm. Interesting the shit I should be dealing with, guess I'll just drink some more. Self medication is better than no medication at all.....
Rave: The girl was out of town over the weekend so I organised a boys day, starting with a pub lunch and pints followed by kegs of beer and bbq ribs at my place, with UFC and good tunes playing in the background. Rant: One of my mates bought his wife and 9 month old son. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great girl and good value, but it was a blokes night, I was very clear on this point when he was invited. It’s the second time this has happened, and apparently some of the other girls in our group now think I’m specifically leaving them out. And the fucking child squawked for a good half hour at one point. I was best man at the guys wedding so cutting him out of any future bloke only events is not really appropriate. I would turn up to their next girls night out to make a point, but I’m sure they wouldn’t be as cool about it as we were. Sometimes a bunch of guys want together and be fucking disgraceful, when women (who are friends with all your womenfolk) are present this is no longer possible. Boasting of past sexual conquests, depravity and the like aren’t really on the menu anymore. Fuck it, recounting his manfail is pissing me off, he’s banned from the next one.
Rant: I went on a hike up at Coldwater Creek on Mt. St. Helens yesterday. I had reservations about going because the forecast was "Rain in places, highs in the low 50's". I decided to go because hey, how many people can say they saw the blast crater of a volcano? Count me among the people who still cannot make that claim. We woke up at 5 AM on that morning. I'm going to repeat that. 5 AM. Saturday morning. The plan was to meet some friends of ours in Tacoma (30 minutes), then down to the mountain (2.5 hours). This way, we got to take our time, see the sights, and not kill ourselves so we could get back before dark. It was mildly drizzling when we started to go to the mountain. 3/4s of the way there, it started pissing rain and didn't stop for the entirety of the day. As I stared at my breathable mesh shoes, cargo shorts and t-shirt, I started thinking this might have been a Bad Idea. Once we got there, the rain was hitting hard enough to feel almost like hail. But we drove 3 hours, so we decided to make the best of it. About three miles in, we all stopped at a log that was laying next to the trail on a slight hill. The former tree had been pushed over in the eruption. One of us got the bright idea to get on top of wood, that had been rained on for hours for a group photo. We had to go up the hill a little way and walk down the log so we could be seen from the trail. I was about halfway down when I felt my balance go. My initial thought was, "Don't fall on my tailbone." So I jumped. My second thought was, "I'm going to hurt later." Luckily for me, I landed perfectly. My feet hit first, I curled up, and rolled down an embankment to the trail. 7-8 feet from where I jumped to where I landed. Unluckily for me, the first foot to touch ground was on the same ankle I had wrecked playing paintball a couple months ago. Rave: After making sure I was ok, we immediately opened the beers we were carrying and toasted my good fortune. Rant: I had to hobble three miles back to the car through pouring rain, soaked socks and shoes, and a badly sprained ankle. Two hours of misery. And I have to wear my goddamned ankle brace for at least a week. Rant: I got off easy. My friends? Not so much. They went on without me. They made a wrong turn somewhere and turned an 8 mile hike into a 17 mile Bataan Death March. And throw in a 2500 foot elevation gain in a half mile for good measure. We got there at about 10 AM. We didn't leave until 7 PM