Rave: Finally got a dog! We received a response from one of our applications but we had to do a quick run Sunday evening to see it. We thought it would be about an hour and a half drive--it was closer to two. Schuylkill Expressway sucks big time. We believe she's a lab/shepherd mix, about 8-9 weeks old. Pure black. She has siblings that are brown/black. The lady handed her to us over the fence since there were so many dogs so we couldn't put her down, but the whole time we held her she didn't try to get away or fuss. We had to leave her as she is getting spayed on Wednesday which is when I will go pick her up for good. So excited! I believe the kids are naming her Lily. I have a picture but it didn't come out too well. Boo. We had a great time Saturday night at our friends' house. It was nice to see everyone as it's been a while. Best line of the night (although you will probably need to be an old fart to get it) was from one of Geoff's friends. He was complaining about how his wife wants sex all the time and said, "I feel like Mr. Roper."* Why he was complaining, I have no idea. He's a unique person. I won't even get into his bathroom habits that he is way too open about. *Three's Company reference for all you young'uns.
Rave: taught my dog "sitting pretty" in about a week. Now why the hell did it take 4 months to learn "roll over"? Dogs are weird, man.
Rave: Went to the gym today. Rant: Forgot my shorts at home. This whole getting back to the gym thing isn't working out so well... Rave: The new base gym has an Olympic sized pool. Why? Because why not. Rant: Took off work this morning to try to get my bumper repaired and repainted. The quote said it would take 4 hours. I get there and the guy asks if someone was coming to pick me up, I say no and that I'll just wait. He then informs me that they would need to keep my car overnight. Somebody failed to mention that one. Time to reschedule...
Rant: the starter on his car went out and he found out while he was on base before work. And the bridge on the direct route is closed, so I had to go all the way around to pick him up after my appointment in Honolulu, come all the way back around to come home, all while his car is on base with a note, so that he can drive all the way around with my car to go back to work. Luckily I know a friend of a friend who will probably fix it for fairly cheap (better than the 130 that Midas quoted us) but we still have to buy the $130 part. Yay Monday.
Rant: Fell on my back drunk as fuck at the UC game the other night. Serious fucking pain. Ill never get back to lifting at this rate.
Rave: One of my friends told me he started trying to meet people online using match.com. We both just graduated college and moved to new cities. I figured I would give it a shot, the reason this is a rave is because I've been in a funk and this potentially will get me out of it. If any women on the board are willing to take a look and give me some advice on fixing up my profile PM me, would be appreciated.
Rave: I began reading about Nazi Germany on Wikipedia and 45 minutes later, my Wiki article clicking journey ended on a hilarious picture of a pony yawning: Spoiler
Rant: I've had the blues for the past week or so. Rave: I have faith that they will end, or at least pause, this weekend when I visit my friends in Boston.
Rave: The Dude and I went to the local Renaissance Festival. It was hilariously quirky and full of weirdos, which is totally my scene. I can kind of see why larger ladies used to be super popular with the menfolk back then, though--all these huge, luscious boobs were out on display (like, in-your-face) but you couldn't see any muffin tops or fupas underneath the voluminous skirts and whatnot. Just beautiful, beautiful boobies. Also: corsets. I almost broke my neck whipping my head around to stare at tits all day, regardless of who they were attached to. Rave: The Dude. I could go into nauseating specifics, but I won't. I just...adore the fuck out of him because he's an excellent human being. Minor rant: Trying to find another job, but no one is hiring for the kind of position/situation I want.
Rantish, sorta: they started in the kitchen yesterday and discovered that the previous owners wallpapered over wallpaper. They're still stripping the walls, everything is covered in plastic and we can't get to anything. I hate the house being a mess, and this is driving me nuts, but nothing I can do about it. They painted my office but the wood trim still needs to be done in their as well as the flooring, so no working in there today. Looks like I'm telecommuting from the patio.
Rant: One week to the day until I get my new phone, and what was I doing last night? A fucking factory reset on my current phone. Suck a D, HTC. Rave (?): It didn't take that long, since there was no use in getting everything back just to switch phones entirely on Monday. Didn't lose any music or photos.
Rant: Forgot my salad for lunch. Instead realized I brought to work 3/4 lbs seasoned ground beef. Rave: I had an excuse to go get delicious chicken tacos.
RANT: Spoiler'd for emo sounding stupidity. Spoiler Ex-Mr. Pink finally sent me the first round of the remainder of my things, two years after I moved from Seattle. Today came my stuffed animals (shut up, I can have stuffed animals!) and every single picture of the ex and me. And I mean every.single.picture. From the beginning of our relationship in 2004, to our wedding pics in 2006, to the very last picture taken of us before I moved in 2010. Yes, I asked for the divorce. Yes, I am seeing someone I love to my core. Yet seeing all those pictures knocked the wind out of me. And here come the questions. Did I try hard enough? Was I a good enough wife? How the fuck can I discuss marriage with the boy if I couldn't even make this marriage work? I think my therapist is gonna get a phone call tonight for a session tomorrow. Y'know, to remind me that this was best for all involved. I really needed this when my head is all twisted because Sunday is what would've been my 6 year anniversary. Fuck emotions. RANT: The boy's been in trial for the last ten days, and will not be done until probably the end of next week. At least it's a murder trial, so I can tell people it's something cool, but trials blow donkey balls. RAVE: Oreo Fudge Cremes. They're my coping mechanism tonight.
Rave: I'll be going on stage for my first open mic this Friday night, in a tiny downtown pub (last week's audience had about 30-35 people). It's put on by the university's stand-up comedy troupe. Sets are limited to 5 minutes. If last week's open mic is any indication of my competition, I'm going to fucking crush these guys.
Rave I don't post in this thread often, but since this is my 5000th post, I'll say this. Over the past few years I have grown to love this place more than I ever did the RMMB. It's a much more lax and straight-up funny board compared to the mean-spirited furnace from whence it was spawned. And taking into light of the few complaints here and there recently about the place: can you honestly find a funnier fucking place than this on the internet? I don't even LIKE the internet that much. 80% of my time on it is spent on this board and why not? Actual smart people all posting on the same board. People who spell the word "retarded" correctly. I am not an easy person to make the laugh-laugh to and this place makes me fall out of my chair. It's sociopathic, perverted, hilarious, do-it-yourself brainfarts extraordinaire. And best of all, spontaneous. Read any drunk thread when you're bored (especially the first X-Mas holiday drunk thread) and you'll see that is evident. Some people on here belong in the field of professional humour writing and they're wasting their lives in promising, education-backed careers. One bisexual even likes getting branded and inserting the hooks from Hellraiser in himself. We're that colourful! In the end, I hope we can keep doing what we doing, and encourage more posts in the Suggestions Thread. And the lurkers. Yeah YOU, dude with numers in your name. Speak up! You HAVE to have caught on to this place by now if you keep coming back time and time again to see what dead horse we'll beat to death nexBOOM ROASTED
Rant: This is why we can't have nice things Rave: Two more days working, then I never have to come back to this god forsaken hell hole again. Extended vacation which means plenty of time for vb.net and asp.net projects. I am thrilled.
Rant: Was in a Dory boat racing competition on the weekend as a last minute replacement. Back and arms are still swearing at me for putting them through that.