Rave: I think this was the last time I posted about this. She finished her stem cell transplant in June and was isolated for 10 days (not the usual 90). The only major side effect she experiences is fatigue, but other than that she's good to go. Today we received the results of her first post-transplant PET scan and it was clean of cancer. She receives radiation next week and then heads back to school. There's no anxiety like waiting for these scan results and I'm happy that I can breathe a massive sigh of relief once again.
Rant: I should be at work, taking advantage of an extra non-working day, to make up some of the time I lost last week and unfuck myself for getting the houses on my desk designed and built. Ravt: I am, instead, wearing my favourite bathing suit, packing towels and meeting some friends at the beach with the dogs. It's only a "Ravt" because I feel guilty and know that this is counterproductive.
Rantish Rave: I got fired from my serving job for being sick and puking. This is a relief and a blow to my ego at the same time. I just want to go out on my terms! Rave: Two days off a week now? Weird... Rave: Already have a full time job with benefitsand no fat fuck throwing tantrums. This is an improvement.
Rave: My salary is being positively adjusted due to the amount of ass I've been kicking. Rant: Naturally, I can't muster up the will to do a fucking thing this morning. And I managed to spill coffee on myself on the drive to work. It looks as if a baby I was holding peed all over me. Fuck Mondays in the asshole.
Rant: Seriously, of all the things that COULD HAVE happened Sunday morning that would have been amazing, only one thing did. The rest of the day was ruined when I stood up out of bed and two inches of water slopped over my ankles. Water flooded our apartment from the bathrooms to the hallway, into our bedroom, out into the living room. So we spent yesterday switching apartments. It was 107 according to my car yesterday. I had to call my parents to come help move. They live 2 hours away. Moving sucks balls anyway. To do so unplanned is a nightmare. Rave: My family is fucking awesome. I just realized that my parents are approaching the age where they could be considered 'elderly'...and they still showed up with a pickup truck and muscle power to move beds, tvs, mattresses, and whatever else I needed. All they wanted in return was a 12 pack. Also rave: Yay tile and hardwood floors. No more shitty ghetto lino!
Rave: I live in the South, where it's cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter than the Midwest. The highest temperature in my area of Georgia for the month of July was 96°F/35°C.
Rant: My mother seriously needs to stop going on the internet to find me jobs. First off, she almost exclusively looks on Monster.com, which would be great if I wanted to be a linecook or sell insurance. Then she has no comprehension that I'm not qualified for 90% of the shit she sends me. "3-5 years of Human Resources experience." I have NONE. "They want you to know how to work this computer program. I've never heard of it let alone used it." "Yeah, but you know how to work the computer." I just facepalmed after that one. I've even asked her to stop looking so we can stop having these arguments. Rave: I got this in the mail the other day and am pretty pleased with it. Rant: That will probably be the highlight of my week. Rant: There's only one weekend left where both the Yankees and Mets have home games. I was hoping to see Yankee Stadium and Citi Field in one trip. Rave: I can get to Cleveland for about $15 roundtrip to see an Indians game. Will definitely have to take advantage of that.
RANT I somehow managed to bruise the tip of my index finger. I know when it happened but have no idea how. I reached up to scratch my back, I don't recall doing it extra vigorously, and next thing you know I have a horrible throbbing in my finger. Now it is discolored and bruised. It is even tender to type. What the hell? RAVE To all who helped with the 90s song list, I just wanted to share that I am currently winning! Yep, I could soon be the champion of picking out the best 90s songs draft. I have never felt so proud.
Rant: Some skydiver can drop his iPhone out of a plane and it still works after he finds it, but three drops of fucking water, in just the right place, kills mine.
I don't like posting twice in one day on here, but I need to get this out before I punch something. Spoilered for length. Spoiler My cousin's wife has gone completely mental. The first episode was an extremely bad case of postpartum depression after their daughter was born. She was institutionalized for it and came back after a month or so of treatment. Things appeared to be ok. Then I get a call from another cousin today. We're bullshitting as per usual when he tells me that wife has changed her name from Jeanine to Wisdom and is in the habit of hitchhiking and being awake for days at a time because God is telling her to do things. Specifically things like go to the desert with her daughter. To do what, I have no idea. One episode involved her getting a credit card from Marshall's with a $5000 limit that she immediately maxed out. The only problem is that my cousin got laid off, is living on welfare, and is going to school so he can get a job. Friends have been slowly returning bags of merchandise. The second worst part about all of this is her family is refusing to see this as anything but my cousin's fault. Mostly because they believe that he isn't good enough for her. He's going to a family meeting tomorrow. And by family meeting, it's him and the rest of her family. The first worst thing about this is that my cousin is seriously the most standup guy you'll ever meet. He's active in the community, is head of his church's youth group, and never has a bad word to say about anyone, ever. He doesn't drink, smoke, or do drugs of any kind. He will go out of his way to help someone out, regardless of how much it'll put him out. When he dies, his funeral is going to be packed with a thousand people he was friends with. Yeah, that kind of guy. I'm not religious in the least, but if anybody needs a prayer, it's him. I need a fucking drink.
Rant: Every so often my back likes to fuck with my life and make it impossible to sleep, because of some sort of discomfort that is impossible to alleviate. And the worst is that I can't figure out a definite cause. It seems random as shit. It did this night before last and is doing it now. I have a fucking job interview tomorrow and I need the job something fierc Rave: They called me today and pushed the interview back until 2:00 p.m, so I should still be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
Rant: Got a kind of half nice half snide email from Google, chastizing me for fucking up some work I did to give them access to stuff last week and helpfully showing me how to do it right. I figured maybe I fucked up - it's stuff I know how to do, but not really my thing, and go check it out. Rave: I didn't fuck up shit. They gave me a list of addresses to white list, I white listed them, the whitelisting's work perfectly. Rant: The list they gave me today in their helpful instructional series on how to do the work? About 20,000 IP addresses different from the first list. Rant: If you can't trust Google to get something like listing their own IP blocks right, what hope is there for the rest of us?
Rave: Gabrielle Giffords. It was amazing for her to come for the House vote and Im glad shes doing well.
Rave: Royal Family Affair tickets just arrived, and I'll be there on my birthday. I'm pretty sure that an awesome three day mini music festival with friends that also features a free unlimited beer tasting on Saturday is exactly what I want to do on my birthday. Rave: Little sister turns 21 today, so we can finally hit up the bar every now and then. Rant: She wanted to be at the bar at midnight last night to order her first drink. I went, but now I'm running on about 5 hours of sleep and coffee isn't helping much. Oh well. Happy Birthday, sis.
Rave: T-minus three days until this: Spoiler I have done this every year for the last five years, and I think it might seriously place in top five best days of the year every single time.
Welcome Back, TiB. Nothing like a false fire alarm, and 11 floors of concrete stairs in stilettos, to get your blood pumping. I just wish the dumb whores would have kept their hushy whispers about the crippled man to themselves or offered to carry him. Christ, he can hear you in this tunnel, morons. No seriously, if he was amenable to the idea, he was totally carryable.
Spoiler because I'm not even sure it'll make sense but I don't have anyone to talk to. Spoiler two years ago we started dating and I said "don't let the kids be the reason we're not together." Since then it's been amazing. He said last night that I'm the person he wants. I make him happy. He wants to come home to me. We moved in together. We've lived together for over a year now. Rarely fight. We work together play together and its been this organic amazingness that's just always been easy. now he's not finding it easy. He says he's intimidated by the responsibility of the kids. Says he's not ready to make decisions that will affect three children. He said he's got three things right now. Work. The kids. And me. And two of them are kicking him in the balls...and neither of them is me. I'm the bright spot. But he wanted to walk away from it all last night. He's so afraid he's willing to throw it away. We talked for hours...he wants to go to Colorado. I am fine with that and support him in it. I told him to stop putting so much responsibility on himself. The decisions for the kids are mine...he only needs to be what he has been. Kind to them and good to me. so we decided that he would go to Colorado. We would do the long distance thing. See if he can go there and be comfortable with the job he's wanting to do. Reassess. I'm so sad.
Rant(sorta): If you don't want me to see your extremely hot girlfriend/wife, naked, don't leave the pictures on your company phone/laptop when you turn them in after quitting/being terminated.