Rave: I'm loving cooking with cast iron again. I don't remember where I got my cookware but I came across it the other day and have been using it ever since. So happy I finally have the patience to cook with and care for this stuff.
RANT: I fucking hate my new job. I was tossed into this shitstorm blindly and am still not seeing any resolution. No communication from administration, no definite answers, no definite anything. It's unreal. And after a day like today, I understand why the last teacher went schitzo and is now on all kinds of anti-depressants. The worst part is that my presence there is making my good friend's life much much easier as we co-teach one of our classes. She is the only reason I'm staying right now and the guilt over possibly leaving her for a different position in another school is weighing on me like a fucking boulder. I love teaching, I really do, but this is not a typical teaching situation and is becoming almost unbearable. RANT: Fuck you economy and teacher cutbacks. Fuck you in your fucking ass. RAVE: A "couple of drinks" at brunch on Sunday turned into a much needed night of pure irresponsibility. I was never happier not having to set my alarm to call out at 5am as I was still awake and enjoying a fantastic conversation as well as hours upon hours of National Geographic documentaries on Netflix. That cgi is absolutely incredible. Then sleeping in and waking up in the arms of a fantastic snuggler, enjoying the beautiful day outside playing with his dog, and greasy hangover lunch was exactly what the doctor ordered. Best day of hookie I've ever played.
Rave: went on a spur-of-the-moment weekend road trip to the NC mountains. It was my first time in Appalachia, and it fucking rocked: - Maybe it's because the altitude, but holy shit, it's peaceful. - Got to shoot a semi-auto AK-47 and a Beretta 9S. Everyone got a target at 40 yards and a 30-round clip for the AK. Everyone in our group averaged 12-15 shots on target. I hit 24. Oh yeah. - Met some very hot girls, and boy were they into me. And they weren't the shallow, uninteresting sluts that infest my school (which holds the highest freshman dropout rate of NC...yay), but were legitimately funny, interesting, and engaging in conversation. One of them was even from Pittsburgh, and was playing Wiz Khalifa on her stereo. I'd never met a girl who'd ever heard of him up until this point. - It's a hippie town, so seemingly everyone smoked weed. And because it's the mountains, 'twas very good weed. Hell, the girls could hold their smoke better than I could. I was mildly ashamed at that fact, but only briefly. What's that? Bought some to take home with me? You bet your ass. - Did I mention hot girls who were into me?
RAVE: Great series finale to Greek. That's right, motherfuckers. I watch(ed) Greek. The show ended at the perfect time, right before it really started to drag on.
Rave: Just finished a 10 page paper, due Thursday. It is the last thing I really have to do or worry about before Spring Break. Rave: Dragon Age II. I can now play it because I am finished with the paper. I told myself I wasn't allowed to buy it before I finished this paper, as otherwise I would've procrastinated too much. Rave: Going to see Red State and Kevin Smith Q&A Friday night in Indianapolis, then staying a few days to visit with some friends from high school. It is going to be an excellent weekend. Rave: For once, I don't have shit to rant about.
RANT: Best friend was just served with divorce papers. I really didn't think things were that bad and it's hit him really hard. I've never seen him so depressed. He's usually the most happy, easy going person. Now he's emo, I'm the one who's supposed to be emo not him. RANT: Big "Town Hall" company meeting tomorrow. They even have someone on-site for what appears to be damage controll. RAVE: Only one part for my motorcycle needs to get here before I have all I need. RANT: Snow
Rant/Rave: Tornado warning like a mother fucker!!! A funnel cloud was spotted 5 mi east of where I'm at. This is some storm, good thing they cancelled flights for the day. Rant: I have a goddamn class I have to go to back on base in 4 hours.
Rave: Cannot wait getting back to Belfast next week in time for St.Patricks day, this is what my street was like last year: Also, just fyi, it's St.Paddys day NOT St.Pattys. Seriously, how many people do you know called 'patty'. Rant: Back to work in a couple of hours for the night shift. I'd love this job if it wasn't a fucking hour commute each way on a fucking public bus full of school children and other cunts.
Rant/Rave - Heading to my third foster parenting class tonight - right in the heart of Camden, NJ. It's pretty ghetto, but still interesting - I am curious to see what my family life is going to be like in about a year - part of me is terrified, but a much bigger part of me hopes we can make a difference in at least one child's life. Oh & my instructor sounds exactly like Shirley Q. Liquor. It's hilarious & makes the 3 hour twice-a week for a month class breeze on by. Rave: Wasabi peas! Rant: Need to get my ass back to the gym, I have been lazy for too long and I have to get ready for the Broad Street Run in May or I am going to be sorry!
Rave: I got a phone call this morning. An employer in Quebec City seems to be interested in hiring me. If this happens, those who dotted me saying "don't go to Ottawa" got your wish! Although Ottawa IS still nicer than uh Winnipeg, and the Costcos over the river in Quebec sell 55 packs of Molson swill for $55 (tempting but I like real beer). Rant: I probably won't get the job. I'm overly pessimistic. Rave: I know I'll get a job finally soon. I miss poutine, I miss Unibroue beers you couldn't get anywhere else, and hot Quebecoise girls. Rant: Although most of them won't give you the time of day.
Rave: That feeling of the opening shock of your parachute catching wind and opening. Even when it feels like a kick in the nuts, where the foot just stays there pressing the goods into your body. Rant: The feeling you get when the wind is gusting in the 18-22 knot range. 12 knots is "suppose" to be the max. I have a feeling they were taking the wind readings from inside the humvee. Fell like a ton of bricks. Rave. Walked away from the jump. All in all a pretty good workday.
Rant: today during rehab I accidentally threw a weighted ball against a plyo board, and it hit me square in the ladybits. If I had a "vagina bone" (thanks, Snooks) it'd be broken. Rave: I'm not a dude/hitting myself in the balls.
RANT So, I work in Urology as a nurse practitioner. I have examined countless male genitalia without batting an eye. Doesn't phase me to do a prostate exam any more then it would to listen to a heartbeat. Want to talk about your sex life (or lack there of)? Great, tell me all about, then I will give you some Viagra samples. However I had a guy today who totally creeped me out. I saw him a couple weeks ago, did my thing, everything checked out fine, sent him on his way and told him to come back in a year. So, he comes back and wants me to examine him again. But this time to examine him "more". First time I have ever actually had to tell a patient, I'm done, pull up your pants. No seriously, pull up your pants please. And he told me more about sex with his wife then I was comfortable hearing. So, basically I just had a really weird vibe about the whole thing that I couldn't put my finger on. So, I kind of don't want to see him again, I think it would be better if he saw one of the male doctors. BUT if I do that, do I lose credibility with the doctor that I work with? Kind of saying "ohhh, creepy, I don't want to look at his penis again" when that is kind of my job?? RAVE VEGAS TOMORROW!
Rant: It's Wednesday and I've clocked in over 30 hours at work. The next 2 days will be fucking long because instead of missing one guy, another is going on vacation. Rant: Missed gym time twice in a row now because I don't get home til after 7 and have other shit to do at that point. Rave: Paid hourly, time and a half for OT, unlike my last salaried job. Going to be buying me a new bike sooner than I thought. Rant: switching to single speed, which gets me closer to fixed gear, which I dislike completely and find pointless. At least single speed has 2 breaks and very little maintenance compared to my mid-80s schwinn.
Rave: Who want's to play the Caps? Confidence is high my friends. Rave: Pretty good at my job. I'm fairly certain that I ensured my team of 7, aged 24-59 living in Ventura County, are gainfully employed through 2015 because I'm a good American. You're welcome. Rant: Don't make me look like a fucking idiot, team. I've put my rep on the line for you. Thank you. Rant: I got into some bullshit that requires erasure. I'll share when it's over. One of the biggest amateur jack-jobs I've ever been privy to. But of course, I'm a good German.