Rant: Still no power. My parents live literally one block over, and they have had power since 5 AM, but we got nothing. We also went to the church to survey the damage. Aside from the front of th buding being ripped off, and the massive plywood covered holes, it's okay. Five of the big, metal high frequency electrical towers are down, and the best estimates say no power until at least late tomorrow night. My in-laws are bringing over their generator now, so we can keep our freezers cold and maybe run some fans, as it is hot as hell in this house. I want to just go crash at my parents' house, but. My wife seems insistent on staying home tonight. Ah well, time to get fucked up!
Rave: I have my high school diploma, I didn't get knocked up at the tender age of 16, and I have all of my teeth. Bonus: no visibly placed, regrettable tattoos. Score! I spent the weekend at a cowboy wedding in west Texas. Sometimes it's the little things that make you appreciate your place in the world a little bit more.
Rant: My fucking job. Spoiler I was having a quiet evening until I got a call from an upstairs unit saying the people in the bottom unit were having a a big fight and that they just called the cops. I head over there and the fight is still going on. A guy is standing on top of the stairwell and he is the boyfriend of the girl that lives above the people fighting. Long story made shorter the cop gets there. She is like a five foot nothing gal. Not exactly the top draft pick for a domestic violence situation. She knocks on the door and the dude says who the fuck are you. She says police and he opens the door. He then says fuck off and slams the door in her face. She then tries to force the door open and go inside. There is shouting from inside and it is clear the dude is resisting. So the boyfriend from upstairs barges into the unit ostensibly to help detain the guy. I stand outside, because it is a big no no for me to go into units like that without notice. There is more shrieking from the lady and I think she is getting involved in fighting off the cop so I go in. I see that everything is sort of under control and I head back the fuck out. The boyfriend from upstairs and the lady cop then escort the guy to the cop car and she takes him to jail. I head to Sonic to get dinner for the night. I come back and am eating when my phone rings. It is the lady from downstairs and she wants to file a complaint on me for letting the other guy go inside the unit and not going in myself. I'm not sure what sort of complaint she wants to file, so I give her the number to my corporate office. The worst part is that the lady was referring to the guy from upstairs as a peckerwood, so I have a feeling that there may be a racial component about the complaint. And that is some serious shit, because there is no real defense against it. Once somebody plays it you are branded forever.
Rave: Went to my parents' to leach off their wi-fi and do some homework. Rave: In-laws brought over a generator, so we at least have enough to run our freezers and sump pump to keep from flooding. I'm going to attempt to talk my wife into letting me hook the TV and PS3 up so we can watch some shit tonight, although my hopes are not high. Rant: I'm not drunk yet.
Rant: Rifle range. I have to get up at 3:45 in the morning and spend most of the day out in the desert sun. This will continue all week long. Rave: I'm shooting for the first time since combat training. I'm not a "SEND LEAD DOWNRANGE RAH KILL" motard, but shooting is definitely something I like doing. ??? Using a scope instead of iron sights. I honestly have no idea whether this is going to be good or bad.
Rave: I did it. I bought my tickets to Stockholm. Well, actually, we are going to Iceland for a week to visit my brother in law as Iceland air has a free stopover program. I hope the women are as hot and loose as I have heard so I can pass my wife on to one of them.
MAJOR FUCKING RANT: I've been looking for work for about a month now. A friend sent my name to a company named Vector Marketing, which I took to be a marketing firm in New York. We set an interview for tomorrow, and they're not super specific on the job description, but it's something along the lines of "customer service answering questions about our products and helping customers to something something." I figure, phone-answering, whatever. I have no access to Internet so I can't look up the company. I got my Internet back today, so I go to google the damn company, and turns out, IT'S A FUCKING KNIFE SCAM. They make a hobby out of suckering students into low-paying independent contractor work doing fucking kitchen knife demonstrations, with all expenses paid by me, and chances are I would actually lose money. I knew my luck would hold. Back to the job search, I guess. RAVE: The Dresden Files is a really fucking good book series.
Rave Yesterday I went to the Appel Farm Music and Arts Festival. It was a blast and I took my brother for his birthday. I got to meet some of the artists as well, which was great. I snapped a picture with Nicole Atkins, and have a few with David Wax Museum, who were both fucking phenomenal. Here is Nicole if anyone cares. She's toured with the Avett Brothers and a few other awesome folk bands. Spoiler
Rant: So I spilled some water on my bed the other night, and I noticed a brown circular ring on my mattress when I woke. Well this is a new mattres so I decided to soak the stain with carpet cleaner. I gave it a thorough soaking and I even let the stain remover settle in before I dried it .... well that was a dumb idea. Apparently you're not supposed to get stains out of a mattress by soaking it with ANYTHING. The reason being is that mattresses easily accumulate mold in the interior. Suffice to say, I now have a probable moldy 1300 mattress that I have owned for less than a year. I plan to be super cheap and not replace it till I either see mold start appearing on the surface, OR I develop allergies.
Rant: I have surgery Wednesday morning, exploratory looking for endometriosis. I have been having severe cramps in my pelvic area for months now. Not just when I am pmsing, ALL THE FUCKING TIME. They have gotten so bad that I have a standing prescription for Percocet, which loses it's entertainment value when you have to take it to move. I am glad that I have the option to find out and hopefully "scrape it out" but I am scared. It's weird to think that they aren't sure what they will find, if anything. Rave: After a few more adjustments to my back, I can start pushing weight again, work out like I mean it. I miss it. I miss getting up early and running through the rising sun's silence. I miss squats. I miss looking in the mirror and thinking "I'd hit it." haha, I am a vain one....
Rave: moved out of my packed house that had 5 roommates. Officially moved into my new place with just 1 roommate. Rant: have to use my phone for anything internet related til the cable guy gets here.
RANT: I adore my kids, but man, I'm detailing my car right now, and the amount of shit they have spilled on the seats, carpet, door panels, etc is amazing. Add to it that Tonka loves to put nose prints on every single piece of glass in the car (including all the mirrors, inside and out) and what should have been a simple vacuum and maybe getting out the buffer is turning into me bring out the steam cleaner for the carpet. RAVE: At least that's my biggest issue today. Got the oil changed on the car, detailing it, then working on the basement. Life could be worse. RANT: It's going to be 95 on Thursday with strong storms again. You know what happened last week when we had weather like that? Tornado warnings. Here's hoping it's not a repeat.
Rant Motherfucking DMV. Trying to register my car in NM after having just moved here. Brought mail from my bank with my new address on it, title in hand, proof of insurance. Won't do it. I need my social security card, a rental agreement!? I'm living with my parents until I find a place. What the fuck. The lady behind the counter was a huge slunt, indifferent, unhelpful bitch. This, of course, is after sitting in their stuffy, tiny waiting room for an hour. s Goddamnit
MEGA RAVE: Fuck yeah, baby. COME GET SOME! Duke Nukem Forever June 14th. I haven't been this excited for a video game to come out... ever.
Rave: I'm not going to write an actual review right now, but X-Men: First Class was fucking fantastic.
Rave: Creating our very own business. It's awesome. We going to be selling customized social media products to local businesses around the United States. We're currently in the initial hiring stage - we need salesmen around the United States. Rant: Hiring, on the other hand...sigh. It's a hassle. I'm looking for salesmen and women of all ages - no, you don't need to have prior experience or a bachelor's degree. If you need a lucrative summer job, part time job, or full time job even - PM me.
Rave: Power came back this morning. We were fortunate, the damage was minimal (part of our fence blew over, again, but we got it back up later that day). It also made me incredibly productive this morning, as I couldn't do shit all weekend. Cleaned the house and garage, and I'm now doing about eighty loads of laundry. Being a house-husband sucks sometimes. Rant: Pictures of some storm damage follow. Spoiler The fence portion that blew over. This is the second portion of our fence that has blown over in the past few weeks. My brother and I are going to go through and had several screws to every single section now, to make sure they're all up and secure. Spoiler The damage to my wife's church. This building is only four years old, and it is where we got married in 2008. We still attend there, only sporadically. Not seen are the blown out windows covered with particle board and the hole in the roof, along with the fucked up shingles that need to be replaced. Spoiler It is hard to tell from this shitty iPhone picture, but this is one of the five large, metal powerline towers that got taken out by the storm. According to the national weather service expert, this is the only part where winds had to have been well over 110 miles per hour to take out those towers. None of this even takes into account the number of tree branches that broke, or the number of trees that broke at the base or were just ripped up by the roots. They're saying it was straight line winds of 110 MPH and maybe more, but that there was no actual tornado.
Rant: After spending 2.5 hours on the carpet on my car, I've decided that it's as clean as it's going to get. I went over the carpet where my daughter sits about 20 times, and it was still bringing up dirt. Fuck it. Rave: At least it's done.