RANT STILL in pain from the MS150...maybe I should have trained beforehand? Also, my computer at work shit a brick, and my Jeep needs a u-joint replaced. RAVE The MS150 lit a fire under my ass for a traithlon: I've already got a buyer for my bike so that I can upgrade, and a trainer that is legit (she is sponsored by Ceepo fer chrissake!) - imma get my ass kicked.
Rant: What the fuckin' hell is going on with young Americans that they honestly think that stomping a foot, crying, sniveling, and whimpering is the means to their ends? Seriously? Literally had to deal with an 'adult' crying and stomping her foot at me telling me I'm not her boss (I am) and I can't make her do her job (I will). I understand that shows like Jerseylicious show this as a great way to get what you want but what the hell inmy personality has EVER shown you that I'm going to allow that?
Rant: As I've mentioned before I'm up in Idaho to take care of my 77 year old mother that is in the advanced stages of MS. I'm staying in her house while giving her her independance in an apartment. I fixed up the house and put it on the market for her. I honestly thought that I would only be up here a month or so, then I saw the mess in the house and how far MS had deteriorated my mother. I had to get management to let me into her place on Tuesday. I found her on the ground and babbling nonsense. I had to call 911 because she was talking out of her head. I worked long enough with the fire department to know I needed help. They took her to the hospital and set her on an IV to rehydrate her. Still she made no sense. Today they put her in an old folks home. An old folks home that no one comes home from. RANT, RANT: My father's widow called today to offer her condolences. She'd heard through the family grapevine that my mom wasn't doing well. I asked if I could stay in my father's house when I went back to Mississippi for a couple days while I got my house livable again. Her answer? "You need to get your A/C fixed before you come down." In other words "No." Nice. My mother is dying and you just told me I couldn't stay on my own land that my father built a house on and you stole from me. Is it any wonder I hate people and drink?
Rave: Boss had no problem letting me work this Saturday and next to make up for two days off instead of having to burn vacation days. Rant: Working this Saturday and next. Rave: Desk job, so I can work from home. Rant: Like an IDIOT I forget to run the files I need through the program that can only be done at a work computer. 6:45 AM and I'm at the office collecting the files. Rave: GF will have a cured salmon (basically homemade lox) breakfast ready for me when I get back. Rave: Working these next Saturdays is getting me out of two really lame functions, I could get use to this.
RAVE: Yesterday consisted of brunch with eggs, turkey bacon, pancakes with syrup, OJ and a bit of weed, followed by a 14-mile bike ride. Two of the people in our group wanted to take it slow, so we kept a calmer pace, but it was still a nice workout. Good weather, got some sun, and kicked my friend's ass in a bike race under the loss conditions of "whoever gets tired first". I had a mountain bike in high gear, so he pulled well ahead of me in his lightweight racing bike. He thought he won until I shot by him a few seconds later at about 25. Does this make me a hardass? No. Did it give me an adrenaline-induced half-chub to go with my rubbery legs? Possibly. ?: By the time I went to bed yesterday I had a throbbing headache that was happily spreading its way across the top and front of my head (of all the places). I'm pretty sure this was weed-related, because nothing else I did yesterday has given me a headache in the past. This isn't really a rant, because I wasn't planning on smoking anymore, but it is kind of irritating that weed and alcohol both leave me feeling worse after the fact than any enjoyment I get from the buzz. Just a weird body chemistry, I guess.
RANT: My sister-in-law's husband's family won 10 million dollars in the lottery. Why is this a rant? They are mostly low life drug addicts. What. A. Waste. Might as well set it all on fire for all the good it's going to do anyone.
Rave: Went to a latin dancing bar yesterday. Ho-lee she-it. There were some phenomenal dancers there, especially with the new group of friends I made. It was inspiring. Rant: I won't be that good for years. Rave: The giant hematoma on my leg is finally starting to heal. Thank fuck.
Rave: Haven't laugh this hard in a while. I was out walking the dog after work, just up a head i see three kids about 12 skate boarding in the middle of the road about to do down a hill. Probably about 100m long at about a 10% percent grade, so a nice little steep hill. As i approach the top of the hill, i hear a truck coming behind me, as i look down the hill the kids are just about at the bottom of it. Two of the kids hear the truck and partially move over to the side, 1 doesn't. So the driver of the truck honks its horn to get the kids out of the way(pretty sure you can all see where this is going). Since two of the kids heard the truck coming, they weren't surprised by the honk, well the other kids was quite surprised. He was just at the bottom of the hill, starting to go up the next, so he was almost at full speed. I don't know if the kid jumped from being startled or what, but he bailed going almost full speed rolled into the on coming lane, thankfully there was no one there. Yea, i laughed at his misfortune, but dam if it wasn't funny. Sure made my shitty day better.
Rant: Got a flat tire driving back from Walmart. Ran over something sharp, went BAM RRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGAHGAHGAHGAH. Not cool. Rant: Was in the left lane of a busy highway, doing 55, and had nowhere to pull over. Had to drive half a mile with a flat, scared shitless that any moment I was going to skid out of control and get into an accident. Rant: Tire was COMPLETELY shredded. Rave: No damage to the car. The rim was fine, too. It was covered in burnt rubber, but I don't care about that. Rant: The person who owned the car before didn't include a tire iron or jack, so I had to call my supervisor. Rave: Supervisor came right over and helped me change the tire. Rant: I'm out $190. Fuck. Rave: Could have been a LOT worse.
Rave: Sooooo much fucking time playing CS: Source. Forgot how much I loved this game. Especially when drunk.
rant?rave? House sting for a friend at the moment, playing with their PS3 - specifically Infamous. Jesus christ I'm a fucking addict. I've lost something like 16 hours out of the last 22.
Rant: Yesterday I cut grass. Sure, it was hot, but I've been meticulously cutting grass since around age 9. I'm a big girl; I can do it myself. The American offered to help me. No thanks, I said. So he went back inside. Halfway through the job The Saudi comes out and offers. No thanks, I said. Instead of leaving me alone to do my thing, he stays in the yard, wandering aimlessly, keeping his eye on me until I finish about 45 minutes later. Creepy! Was he hoping I would pass out so he could swoop in and finish to job himself?
Rant: Shit happens in 3's: 1. Replaced the lawnmower earlier this week--$400 (not a bad price considering it's a badass Snapper, but still, it's $400 I'd rather not have spend--especially on yard equipment). 2. Lawn has been taking a beating due to the heat and the fact that the sprinkler system seems to have been possessed. I cleared and reprogrammed it 3 times, but it was just going off whenever it felt like it, which wasn't nearly enough. Controller was fried. Another $130 out of pocket. 3. Then on Friday, my pool guy tells me I have a leak due to a cracked pipe attached to the Polaris pump. $100 to replace plus cost of service call. Rant, part deux: RIP Clarence Clemmons. Rave: Leftover Babe's fried chicken for lunch!
Rave: Seven day work week is over. Two days off, got Mr P.'s bday tomorrow and my oldest son turns six on Tuesday. This will be fun, if not restful. Rant: My little man has graduated kindergarden and is turning six, holy shit. Rave: The only reason the following is really even being mentioned is due to the concern via rep, message and/or texts about my previous rant. Everything is fine, Mr. P and I are fine. We really just needed to have some angry sex. It's pretty badass ya'll care, really.
Super Girlie Rave: I bought a white eyelet dress today. This rave sounds ridiculous, but I've been wanting one for years. I've just never seen one that was in a style (or more importantly, price) I liked. I finally tried one on that doesn't make me look like a ghost and I love the cut. The girl in the dressing room said I looked like I was about to get married. I absolutely love it. It's the little things in life.
Rave: The weekend canoeing trip went perfectly. My uncle's kids turn out to be little badasses that never complain and are always polite and do what they're told. Fishing was less than average but we caught them when it mattered and the day trips were spectacular. Rant: Paddling to the campsite they set up the day before was a bitch with a strong headwind and a light, long canoe to maneuver. No way to sit in the middle either. Genius me also burned the shit out of my knees and lower thighs in the sun and they made it painful to walk and still do. Rave: Fuck it, me and my uncle managed to get a canoe and some fishing gear into a lake after a 1.5 mile hike. The whole group came too and I took my little cousin out fishing once we got there. He caught a nice northern pike after what was a lot of effort on his part to keep casting and casting. It made the trip for him and his uncle.
Rant: Fuck early morning flights. Waking up at 3AM suuuuuuuuuuucks. Rant: Just watch the asshole in front of me use 6! security bins for his stuff. 6! Plus two carry on bags. What a fucking dummy. Rave: I'm the only person flying comfy in the gate area. No suits or ties for me today. Over seeing our tradeshow booth setup requires shorts and a t-shirt.
Rant/Rave: Since last Monday I have worked or been on call to work 156 hours. At 25 dollars an hour, that is a significant paycheck even though taxes has yet to be taken out of that. That is no social life though, and I haven't seen my girlfriend in weeks. Rave: Having a job just out of college. (Regardless of the fact that it has nothing to do with my degree.)