Rave: Gone adventurin to Coffs Harbour! Rant: In the car for six hours and I'm not driving. Edit Rave: Saw an Ibis.
Rave: free food, free drinks, hot chicks in tiny skirts, golf, driving golf carts, top down cruising, life is so fucking good, goddamn. Everything is beautiful.
Rave: Raise! Rant: Between tax increases and a higher cost off living I think I'm worse of this year than last.
Rave: Heading to a Yankees game today in NYC. I havent been to the new stadium so I'm pretty pumped. Rant: I'm a Sox fan (but who cares)
Rave: Rice Krispies squares are the breakfast of champions. Rant: I've been trying to sell a few things via Kijiji. My Hotmail address is linked to my BlackBerry, so for the past 2 months, I've had people e-mailing me about what I'm selling and I'd most likely reply within 20 minutes or so, but then I'd never hear anything else from the person. I just chalked it up to people being flaky. Last night, a guy e-mailed me and I recognized his address. I was at home, so I replied using an actual browser. I mentioned that he'd already e-mailed me and he replied saying that I never got back to him. Finding that odd, I used my Gmail address to do a little test. What did I find out? If you receive a Kijiji e-mail and reply to it using your BlackBerry, the reply GOES FUCKING NOWHERE. It doesn't work. Your phone will tell you that the e-mail has been sent, but the recipient never sees it. For all intents and purposes, I've been ignoring potential buyers for months. That's a big strike, Research In Motion.
Ravant: Squats tonight. I am getting much better and much stronger, but they still kick my ass. Rave: Got to fire a completely incompetent bitch last night. It was satisfying. Rant: Get to cover her shifts...bye, bye days off! Rave: Overtime. It's never a bad thing on payday.
Rant: Thursday, one of our ever competent rig hands decided to build the down hole tool wrong and break it, luckily the internal safety measures saved the $35,000 tool from damage, and it was only the connectors that broke. Rant: This means, I had the fun job of driving out with replacement parts for the dumbass. This is the route I took, twice....http://tinyurl.com/4xjwoak 20 hours of driving, 2000km, in just under a 26hr period. Rave: MONEY!
RANT: Potty training these two little stubborn heathens might be the death of me. "Well dad wont let me go potty on the sisters toilet?!" (Because we are trying to get the staff infections the three of them pass around under control.) "I'll show him!" Cue underwear filled with massive amounts of shit, not 15 FUCKING MINUTES after I set him on a toilet THREE DAMN TIMES making sure he really didn't have to go. I love my my boys and the fiances little girl. I really do. But I am starting to think very bad thoughts about them, and find myself dreaming of the second they turn 18. RANT: Seriously every parent (except me of course) who curses their children with the old, "One day I hope you have kids who are just like you!" is a giant jerk face and should be sent to bed with no desert for at least a week for every transgression. This goes doubly for my parents who clearly are clairvoyant, wizards of the first order, and spiteful poopy heads. RAVE: I have beer in the refrigerator! RAVE: They cant be three forever, right, RIGHT?! DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN SOMEONE WITH OLDER CHILDREN TELL ME I WILL MAKE IT THROUGH THIS WITH MY SANITY, AND LIVER INTACT!
Rave: Gave notice at my terrible fucking job. I had to because they refuse to work with my school schedule. I left a note in the office for my boss to read on Monday, but my coworker came in early this morning and saw it, and told the boss. She is now freaking out because she didn't think I would really do it. Her job is about to get a lot harder now and she could have prevented it if she only played ball. Oh, well, Fuck her.
Rave: Crazy Girl who lives 2000 miles away and is always super demanding: I'm sad today. Me: Sorry, I am super busy. Crazy Girl: I must be talked to all the time. Me: Fuck you then. God that felt so good I almost needed a cigarette afterwards. It's been weeks in the making.
Rave: Super cute, awesome girl just asked me out. Rant: I work with her. I'm her manager. She's also the younger sister of a friend of mine. FUCK Rave: I'm young enough to say fuck it and let the ball roll. Job is over in two weeks when I get back to school so hopefully drama does not ensue. *knock on wood*
RAVE: You know what's fun? Making a delivery on my day off since work is busy and no one else will do it, and making some extra cash in the process, then spending four hours on a black roof removing screws and sawing through studs to get the gutters down, then cutting the gutters down to fit in the bed of my truck, then going and running another three deliveries for work, this time because the orders barely fit in the bed of the truck, verbally consoling a coworker (on of the most absolutely gorgeous women I have ever met) so she doesn't break down and cry, then driving home to work on the 200situps and 100 pushups program...which, by the way whoever posted that link (shimmered), you're a godsend. I'm exhausted but fulfilled. Next week is less exciting....all I get to do is give blood and then drink beer, along with taking all the aluminum and some brass down to the Iron and Metal Recycling, and I get to keep all the money from it. That's an easy $150+ right there.
Rave: Just inhereted a cast-iron skillet Rant: Outside of seasoning it, have no idea what to do with it
Rant: Raise your hand if your girlfriend has farted immediately after orgasm. Keep your hand raised if it was after she orgasmed with your tongue still on her vagina. Keep your hand raised if that fart sounded like a round of applause and that there was an immediate female laugh track during and after.
Rave: Getting Green Belt for MCMAP. Rave: Thanks to wrestling and general fitness, I'm schooling everyone else when we do ground fighting. Haven't been tapped out yet. Rant: We're getting HOUSED in between bouts. As in "Hey, you're dead. You three, figure out a way to carry him, a sandbag, and two water jugs to the "LZ." Oh yeah, the LZ is a mile away. You have eighteen minutes." And then do ground fighting right afterward. I made a Fight Club joke, and as a result fights now "go on as long as they have to." Rave: Winners don't have to do Burpees. Rant: I have absolutely no life because I'm sleeping 12 hours a day.
Rant: While I was working yesterday, Mr. P ran into an old junkie friend. For some reason he did heroin again. And overdosed. He's alive, his "friend" called 911 before bolting. I came home to a big bloodstain in the middle of the floor, I had no idea where he was, until the neighbour came over and told me. I had to call Mr.P's mom and tell her...that was horrible. I don't think I have ever wept like this. I love this man. He almost killed himself. He came home on a bus after the hospital released him. He says that he wasn't thinking and this will never happen again. I'm so numb. I won't stay on a rollercoaster like this. Thanks, this is the only place I can vent...
Rave: I have to move in September, not at my choosing, and I was really worried about the apartment hunt because I didn't have much time and a low budget. For the past two weeks, I've looked at a bunch of places and either wasn't chosen or the apartment/room/neighborhood was shit, and generally things weren't looking good. Then, yesterday, I found NYC apartment heaven. I wanted it SO FREAKING BADLY and was so nervous about getting it and today I found out that I was offered the room and I am SO EXCITED. The place has two floors, two living rooms, three bathrooms, a dishwasher, laundry in the building, a backyard, and roof access (where you can pretty much see all of Manhattan) all in a nice, new building. The neighborhood is perfect. I'm within a couple of blocks from, I think, 6 subway lines (as opposed to living on the G...), it's three blocks from Prospect Park, walking distance to the Brooklyn Museum, Central library, Grand Army Plaza farmer's market, a great food/bar scene AND it's not in the ghetto anymore! My room is the smallest (but still manageable, especially compared to some of the places I've seen) and doesn't have a window (but the two living rooms, backyard, and roof should make up for that) but it has a pretty big closet (apparently within my budget you can get a window or a closet, but not both). There will be 4 people living there total, and I may be the only girl, but the one guy who's staying is really nice and I trust his judgment with the other two people. I'll meet them in a few days. And the rent? $650 a month. I'm not sure anymore if that sounds low or high to everyone else, but if you've lived in New York and read that description you should currently be shitting your pants out of jealousy. Rant: I keep getting reps about how depressed my bear looks in this picture and it is making me sad. MY BEAR WAS VERY HAPPY.