Most likely a rave: It's official, the only thing that my ex and I can do together is sexy time...everything else is quiet, awkward, and me ignoring her superficial comments.
Rant: Maybe some of the other parents on the board will appreciate this: Me + Wife + Two kids + Two BMX bicycles + One normal adult sized mountain bike + One XL adult sized mountain bike > Ford Expedition. And that was with me removing one wheel from my wife's bike and both wheels from my bike. It still took up the entire back of the truck with the third row seat completely removed. I mean, we didn't even have Tonka with us. We're gonna need a bigger boat. Exit the Expedition, enter the Suburban or Excursion.
Rave: We never need to buy fireworks. We can sit on our back deck and watch the show. Two years, now, and we've been able to sit out back on the 4th and watch our neighbors have dueling fireworks displays. They go all out, and the shows are as close to professional as you can get in a neighborhood. Rave: The wife didn't make me go with her to see her family at some campground on a lake in Illinois today, filled with noisy, annoying kids, 1 shitty bathroom (everyone just pees in the lake, you know, where everyone else swims), mosquitoes and other bugs that are impervious to bug spray, and food so shitty and fattening that it would make a sumo wrestler think twice. My wife is awesome for not making me go. Rant: Not being with my wife with her family turned into a "thing" with them. Apparently, my absence was the talk of the fucking day, there. The theme of the day was "he hates us all" (hate is strong, its more that they annoy me endlessly because they are all, for lack of a better term, batshit crazy). The truly annoying part is that my mother-in-law and father-in-law fought all day because my father-in-law didn't want to go, but my mother-in-law made him go anyway. He apparently spent all day pouting and arguing with everyone, which just brought everyone down and annoyed everyone else. They (wife's parents) fought the whole way there and back, and he refused to do anything with my mother-in-law out of spite. If ever there was a case-in-point for not making a significant other do something they really don't want to do, that was it. And yet, my wife still got shit for not "making me" come with her today from her mom. The sad part? Her mom, my crazy mother-in-law, is considered to be the 'normal one' of their family. Note to couples: if you want to be happy, don't drag your significant other along someplace they really, really don't want to go, especially if it isn't that important (and I'm sorry, 4th of July isn't that important). The one person doesn't want to go, and are adamantly against going, so dragging them along is just going to ruin their day, they'll be in a shitty mood, and that is just going to bring you and everyone else down. It is better for everyone to just let them do what they want, even if it is boring, and even if you don't get it. That is why my wife is awesome (and why her family sucks).
Rave: My parents and my wife's parents came over yesterday and helped us bust out our landscaping. Now all we have left is to pick out the stone for around the house and put it in. Buying a newer house is nice but has the real downside of no landscaping done. It's been a ton of work but it will look so nice once it's done. Bigger Rave: So one of the boys decided his first word was going to be Dada. Probably because it's pretty easy to say, but still it's awesome hearing him say it. Best part was he said it to my wife first so she couldn't claim bullshit. Now I just need him to apply it to me instead of just talking to himself.
Rave: Well, finally got to see a psychiatrist. It was determined that I have some wicked bad ADHD (duh) and that my depression is secondary to that due to frustration at my inability to focus. It was nice that he agreed with my self prognosis readily, without me spelling it out to him. Rave: On Ritalin, I feel calmer than I ever have, able to finish what I start without being distracted by a hundred other things. Rant: People keep asking to buy them. WTF? Then they get mad when I say $20 a pop. Point is, I need these meds. You do not. If you want to take from me so that you can party, you are going to pay a pretty penny. Fuckin' assholes.
Rant: I've had diarrhea all morning. It's starting to hurt, bad. I'm sitting hunched over at my desk because the "sting-ring" syndrome has kicked in. Rave: As soon as this subsides, I'm getting McDonalds for lunch.
Rant: (Venting. I am pissed and need an outlet to bitch) Fuck you, barracks sergeant. Yes, I know that you're a completely worthless waste of oxygen. I shouldn't be expecting much from you. But you have a job to do, and it's not hard. All you have to do is be our advocate whenever shit breaks or we run out of stuff. "Hey base services, Barracks Y lost air conditioning. I need it back online." Instead we have you. Thanks to you, it's 115 degrees, and we have no air conditioning in half the barracks. Thanks to you, we have to scrounge for toilet paper because you're too fucking lazy to get off your fat ass and ask Supply to give you another case. Thanks to you, we didn't have any shower pressure for five days. What did you tell me when I asked you about that? Oh yeah, it was, "Improvise, adapt, overcome." In your infuriating valley girl voice. How about you improvise when I put my foot up your ass? I can see why you failed out of being an air traffic controller. "Uhh.... Very Easy November Echo 4 Papa Charlie, you are, like, totally cleared for, like, two-one right." I can't believe you're an NCO, I can't believe that you're in a leadership position, and I can't believe how fucking dumb you are. We joke about the enormous bun on the back of your head that's either an alien parasite, squeezing your head and cutting off blood flow, or the plug that keeps your brain from falling out. Shit, I actually tried doing YOUR job once and called to report the air conditioning failure. They didn't even know about it. And then they told me that they wouldn't do anything until you called them, because "the barracks NCO has to give authorization." DO YOUR FUCKING JOB. How hard is it to pick up the fucking phone and say "Hi, this is Corporal X from Barracks Y, the air conditioning's busted and it needs to be fixed?" Of course, the actual phone conversation is probably going to consist of "Hi, this is Corporal X. I'm calling cause, like, the, like air conditioning, is TOTALLY not working right now. Can you, like, send someone over? I have to hang up now, I just had a stroke." Yep, no need to get all excited. You aren't hurting when half the washing machines are broken. You aren't hurting when we're breaking into other barracks to use a shower. You aren't hurting when we're sitting here in nothing but boxers and still fucking hot. Why's that? Oh yeah, you live out in town with your husband. That must be why you don't do shit. I guarantee that if you had to live in this barracks for one day, all our shit would be fixed. Fuck you. I don't know what drumbeat you're marching to, but you are playing the fucking Faggot Symphony in F Minor right now. Normally I wouldn't care about you being worthless; there are plenty of other worthless people that I have to work with. But you're in a leadership position. Goddamn.
Rant? Poor Ballsack.... http://bossip.com/410848/party-hard-tainted-cocaine-hits-the-stateis-tearing-up-folks-video69691/
Rave: Had a good long weekend. Friday night I fell asleep about 7pm and didn't wake up until 7am, apparently I was tired. Saturday night I had the whole bed to myself since the guy was at a bachelor party camping at the lake. Sunday night we went to the bar and had dinner and watched the fireworks. Last night we stayed home because I had to work so early this morning but I still didn't get to sleep until midnight so we should have gone and done something. All in all it was a nice laid back weekend. Rant: I had to cover my least favorite shift at work this morning. I had to be there at 3:30 and then the day went to shit. When you're already having a bad day before the sun comes up it's not a great sign. Rave: Since I couldn't have the obligatory my-work-day-fucking-sucked beer when I got home I did the next best thing: drove 30 miles one way to the nearest McDonald's for a sausage McGriddle. Totally worth the gas money. Rant: My blow dryer just bit the dust and my hair is still wet. Rant: This whole pelvic rest thing is starting to get to me. It's been over a month now and my next appointment isn't until the 28th, assuming I even get cleared then. Nothing makes me want sex more than not being able to have it. No fair. I just hope that once we do get cleared that it will be physically possible and that it won't be too uncomfortable.
Is it bad that whenever someone posts a picture on facebook of their ultrasound, I want to comment "When is the abortion scheduled?"
Guess who has two thumbs and two dogs that killed a skunk tonight? *This chick* Ugh. We can now count two birds, a rabbit (which screamed), mice, an attempt on a cat and finally a baby skunk. Thank god it wasn't a mature adult.
Rave: Second round of interviews with the executives at the most promising place yet tomorrow. My references said they really like me and gave me some good advice for tomorrow so I'm ready to roll. I'm gonna get that job. Rave: Leaving tomorrow for a couple days at a resort near Lutsen with my girlfriend tomorrow. Fishing, drinking, and sex... maybe not in that order. Rant: Fuck my summer class. It's harder to be motivated than I expected.
Rant: I'm in spreadsheet hell. Rave: I more or less know what I'm doing. Nerd blah: Spoilered for nerd Spoiler I'm currently doing the rack design, blade location maps and switching for two and a bit fully stacked racks, 2 full blade enclosures, and 5 24 port switches. I have rack diagrams and blade layout maps done and now have to do the switching and patching diagrams. All using hardware someone else ordered to meet a requirement someone else wrote. I need a bitch so very badly, just so I can talk this shit through instead of just having to live entirely in my head and hope I've got the spreadsheets right.
Sorry for two rants in a row, but... People give me shit and can't understand why I don't own a cell phone. Want to know why? Because my land line never involves a conversation where only every third word is heard. Because I never have to begin a sentance like, "I don't know what's wrong, this phone usually works great..." Because my calls do not depend on whether or not a storm is blowing in. Because I never have to say, "Call me back tomorrow and we'll try this from my work phone." And because I can call anywhere in the world, day or night, for $40 a month. So there.
RAve: In Rome for te next month. So far it's been amazing and I love bieng with my native people Rave: Just had some legitimate absinth h. Kille d all tastebuds so I could drink anything without even notcing there was alcohol in it. Beer taseted like water (and for all you smart asses, yes it was ACTUALLYy beer and I wasn't too drunk to realize the difference between beer and water) Rant: Because it is study abraod school gets in the way of the awesomenoess. Fuckkkkk shcoooool.
Rant: My plate slipped off the table. Rave: I had already cut my brat into pieces and only one hit the floor. Rant: The plate landed against my boobs and now there's mustard all over my shirt.
RAVE: The assholes from Cox finally got me the HD cable box I've been asking for since I got my HD TV. Holy shit it's nice to see TV in HD. I cannot wait for NFL and NBA games in HD, if those bastards decide to grace us with seasons. RAVE: My wife has finally given in and agreed that we might as well leave the 40" HD TV in the living room and go at least 60" in the family room I'm building in the basement. My logic: If I'm busting my ass to build it all myself, I might as well put the biggest TV I can find in that sumbitch. Along with a full surround sound system. Her logic: "You'll go down there and never come back." Yeah, and??? RAVE: Many of you sent me rep or PMs about these wonderful devices called "bike racks" from my previous post here about needing a bigger truck than just a lowly Expedition. Yes, I am aware of these "bike racks" and plan on getting a multi-purpose rack for our new truck. We need a new one anyway, as our Expy is getting old and we have put a ton of miles on it. Plus, Tonka is getting so damn big that he needs his own row of seats. He refuses to ride in my car even if he has the whole backseat to himself because of how big he's gotten. Going to look at a Lincoln Navigator and a Suburban tomorrow hopefully.
Rave/Rant: Watched Inception yesterday for the first time. Entertaining as hell, but goddamn do I need to watch it again. The ending fucked with my head, because I felt like the story should have resolved itself. Evidently not. Still, Chris Nolan is the fucking man.
Rave: It is my little man's fifth birthday today. He is stoked for his new fishing pole and assortment of Marvel Hero Action Figures. I can't believe how big my boys are getting! Rant: The ex and his trolldoll girlfriend broke up. The ex has no car and nowhere to live. I may be looking at full custody, which is great. I just hope he doesn't break his son's hearts by disappearing. Rave: They adore Mr P, and he adores them. He didn't flinch when I said we may have them all of the time. His reply was "Good, they will be better off with us." Then he called his mom and told her, and she was very excited about her son taking on this kind of responsibility so readily.