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If God were present at some Cubs games they might win a few more, right? My rant is my boyfriend's family. His oldest sister is turning 50 this week. She has had nothing to do with the family for about the last 30 years or so. Don't really know why, boyfriend was only about 8 when she left so he hardly knows her. Boyfriend's dad decided whole family needs to go visit her for her birthday. (She lives about 1000 miles from us here.) I asked boyfriend if his sister was OK with all these people she has nothing to do with invading her territory. He said surprisingly she seemed happy they were all coming. Once boyfriend got to his sister's he discovered why she was so happy everyone was coming to see her. She scheduled some elective surgery the day before the arrivals and can't drive or do anything for herself for about a week. So now she has her whole family to schlep her around and wait on her hand and foot. Boyfriend says he doesn't think it's a coincidence... I didn't go on this trip, couldn't get time off work. Boyfriend's dad is upset with me for not going but I'm not exactly sorry now. |
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![]() I have no idea why it doesn't work for us...but we both feel silly and go random. When you do feel like reading, go to the library and find Blood Oath by Christopher Farnsworth. Junkfood for the mind and a real page turner. I'm now his biggest fan ![]() Oh, I have a new stray cat. He's about a year old, and a total cuddle kitty. He lets me play with his toes and knows to be careful with his claws. He will be going to the vet to get unneeded parts removed on Wednesday and adoptions on Saturday. Maybe that's not entertaining, its outraging, because the sweet cat was obviously a house cat before he grew out of his kitten cuteness. |
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I did manage to get some Peptobismol three hours ago and am ok but now i have a new mini-rant
I'm just fucking exhausted because my niece would not go to bed at all last night- and i have chased her all day and done 5 loads of laundry and other chores. At least she is asleep NOW. But my period is starting two weeks to the day after I last had sex and I can't fucking believe it. My period's never been on time for anything. EVER, and fucking now it's got a goddamn schedule? Seriously? SERIOUSLYY!!! Fuck my life. |
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Dear old guy with scraggly beard on the bike -
I imagine it was somewhat scarey when my car crept forward as you crossed the street, but you know what? It was all your fault. There's a reason why the law says bikes should travel in the direction of traffic, which you weren't doing, and that they should not be on the sidewalks, which you were. Not to mention it was very obvious I wasn't looking in your direction when you crossed in front since I was getting ready to make a (fully legal) right turn from the right turn only lane. So fuck you for banging on the hood of my car after I said I was sorry, even tho it wasn't my fault in any way, shape or form. Given my lack of sleep at the time, you are lucky I didn't give you personal instruction on how to safely and legally ride a bike in the city. Jackass. |
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Fucking styrofoam packing peanuts.
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"This application contains age-restricted material"
No. No, it doesn't. It's a forum browser, which, depending on where you point it, may allow access to age-restricted material. But, in and of itself, it contains nothing.
And iTunes? If I'm updating a whole whack of apps, and some of them allow access to age-restricted material, would it be too difficult to tall us which ones? I'm an adult; I can handle it. But my friends who are parents might like to know. Apple, you know better than to write such inaccurate warning messages. |
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Hey, it's a water-cooled cat!
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I'll be staggering to bed and he'll say, "overly, how do we really motivate our children to achieve? Are we doing enough? How do we give them the fire to succeed? Let's put together a long-term plan." Fucked if I know at that point - right now I just need to succeed in getting a full night's sleep since our daughter woke me up every 20 minutes last night yelling something about the cat sniffing her toes. Give me 8 hours of uninterrupted shut eye and I'll plan anything you want. Last edited by overlyverbose; 07-03-2012 at 10:36 AM. |
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There are too many people like that.
When I was a Security Supervisor, every goddamned time I got up to do something, one of the guys I supervised would ask if I could wait until he had a smoke break. Go to the can? Can you wait? Get called to the gate? Can you wait? Big boss wants me in his office? Can you wait. Fuck NO I can't wait, and you don't get 12 smoke breaks in 8 hours. Stop asking me to wait every goddamned time I get called to go somewhere, assmunch. Then of course, he complained to my boss that I was being mean when I told him as much. ![]() Clueless George likes to stop me and try to talk to me every time I get up to go somewhere. Restroom, lunch, ice machine, printer. Seems to think that's the perfect time to engage me in conversation. I've started just walking off without acknowledging that he's even speaking. |
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Not that the fires in Colorado aren't news, but why is it every time the news sites have an article about the plane that crashed while fighting the South Dakota wildfires, they show pictures of the fires and devastation in Colorado?
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Dear Human Resources:
While I appreciate that you need me to get the forms for Short Term Disability over to you, I really rather you didn't e-mail me with the subject line "STD Documentation Request". Especially when there's a coworker looking at my screen at the time. |
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Well an STD could be an STD.
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I can't be arsed with "Hallmark Holidays" anymore so I decided to throw a Canada Day backyard deck party. I made the FB Event and sent invites in MAY. I invited like 60 people, knowing full well that not that many would show up, but extended the invites anyway.
Very special thanks to the FOUR friends and their spouses who showed up. Very special thanks to our parents and next-door neighbours who showed up. To everyone else: I go to your stupid "home parties" and spend my money on that overpriced crap. I go to your holiday parties. I go to your bachelorette parties. To one particular person: I go out of my way at least 3 times a month to take you to see your son. And none of you could be arsed to drop by my backyard for a couple of hours on a beautiful sunny afternoon to have a beer or pop and eat my food at the ONLY get-together I'm going to host all year? Yeah, I'll remember that next time you've got something going on. |
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Only after He smote those lights at Wrigley.
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Hey, given the current temps in AZ, maybe the cat is actually being smart!
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Fair warning: You may want to hold off reading the third book in the series (Red, White and Blood) until book 4 comes out, so you don't need to deal with the aggravating cliffhanger at the end ("Waddaya mean I can't get the next book yet? When is it going to be on sale, then? Well, why isn't it written yet? Arrrrrgh!!")
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Cars: You can have any color you want as long as it's BORING.
I was walking by a car dealership the other day and briefly mistook it for a military vehicles park. That's when it hit me: when the hell did car manufacturers decide that it's out of date or bad for business to paint a car any color that actually LOOKS like a color?
I've been looking at all the new and newish cars on the roads over the past few days and have noted the following breathtakingly vibrant chromatic palette: Grayish-drab brown. Grayish-drab bronze. Grayish-drab off-white. Grayish-drab beige. Grayish-drab khaki. Grayish-drab steel gray. Grayish-drab pewter gray. Grayish-drab smoke gray. Grayish-drab silver. Grayish-drab charcoal black. Grayish-drab slate blue. Grayish-drab navy blue. Grayish-drab powder blue. Grayish-drab sage green. Grayish-drab olive green. Grayish-drab maroon. Grayish-drab dried-ketchup red. Bright lipstick red for that "sporty" look. ![]() Apparently we should blame modern clear-coat finishes and concerns about resale value, but whatever the cause, I'm sick of it. It's sunny July in the sky and trees and rainy late November in the parking lot. Bleagh. |
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Oh, wait - you're in AZ, right? No worrying about cats in the rain for you!
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Yes. I also got a number of "Maybe"s that didn't show up anyway. But the majority of people didn't bother to acknowledge the invite at all.
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That pisses me off to no end. I have several friends who didn't RSVP to a party I invited them to. When they showed up and I said, "Oh, I'm so glad you could make it! When I didn't hear from you, I thought you couldn't come," they looked at me blankly and said that they only RSVP if they can't come to an event. What?!
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Dearest Mother-in-Law
When someone tells you that they lost 50 lbs since the last time you saw them, the polite response is something along the lines of "Wow, good for you!" or even a tepid, "That's nice" if you can't be happy for them. It is not polite to look them up and down with disbelief and say, "Well, I don't see it." Bitch.
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Wait. I have no siblings. How is my mother your mother-in-law? Because that's exactly what mine would say!
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Well, I have a few maxirants I may decide to post, and certainly the presence of situations that cause maxirants can make other, smaller situations more difficult to manage. But dammit, when I tell my email program that CERTAIN EMAIL SENDERS ARE TO BE CONSIDERED PURVEYORS OF JUNK (that's junk, junk, junk) AND THE PROGRAM SHOULD SEND THEIR EMAILS DIRECTLY TO THE JUNK FILE, it should not happen that I keep getting their emails in my inbox. And when I tell it that AGAIN AND AGAIN, it really OUGHT to take one of these days.
Only it doesn't, for some senders at least. The problem seems to be with Olive Tree Bible and with Wild Divine. Do me a favor, folks. Boycott 'em both. |
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She does say similar things to my Sister-in-Law who also struggles with her weight, so it's not really out of character. I should have known better than to say anything to her about it.
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Heh. Once my sister came for a visit after being gone for several years. She'd lost EIGHTY pounds in the interim. Yes, she still wasn't svelte, but it was a great improvement and a major accomplishment. My mother's reaction when K announced how much she'd lost?
Mother looked at her a long while, then said, and I quote, "Wow. You must have been really fat before." (In her defense, Mom has Alzheimer's, and that little censor in your brain-to-mouth connection had died.) |
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The people I'm housesitting for gave me a heart attack today.
I didn't sleep well last night (nothing new about that) so I took a nap this afternoon. I woke up to the sound of chainsaws and looked out the front door to see that the front yard was full of Mexicans and the four huge holly bushes on either side of the stairs to the front porch were gone. This area doesn't like T-Mobile so I had to run into the back yard to get a phone signal. Hello, R? Did you by chance have any landscaping scheduled for today? Yes? Thanks for the warning. |
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I do think that Spike would drown in the rain, by looking up to see where the water is coming from. The good thing about having a dumber than a box of rocks cat is that he doesn't try to figure out how to get into the cabinets with child proof latches. Smart cats can figure that out in time. The bad part is that if I take the cover off the litter box and leave the cover on the floor while I'm carrying the box out to wash...Spike will squeeze himself into the cover and pee on the floor. Patience, try cold compresses and benadryl. Your goal here is vascular constriction. Quote:
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OTOH, if it was an invite from someone who had been to my home or who I honestly liked, I would have replied promptly and honestly. "Yes, I can and will be there, thank you for inviting me, what can I bring?" Or "Geeze, I have other plans, I'm sorry to miss the fun. Thank you for inviting me." Its not that hard. Its been a long and hot day, I hope I don't sound all churlish. |
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flatlined, that was my first thought- that they were in the wrong place. If they had been in the process of taking down the bushes I would have stopped them. Since the bushes were already gone, I just made the call. Turns out the guy renting the "mother in law" house next door had been promising to do the work for weeks as part of his rent, but just got around to it today. So the friends I'm housesitting for couldn't have given me notice; they didn't know.
I am so lonely. I miss flutewiz so much. I want to just give it all up and move to Tennessee - but his apartment isn't big enough for all my cats - let alone all my stuff. It's so hard to get a job where he is that he's only working part time. The chances of me being able to get a job are slim. Let this be a warning to all - do not find love online. I wasn't looking for love, but I found it |
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I don't know what flutewiz does for a living, but I do know that you are a wonderful vet tech. There are lots of animals in Tennessee, can you rewrite your resume to mention that you know about large critters? Can you study up on that? Can you use your wonderful communication skills to start trying to find a job? Just brainstorming here. |
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Oh what fun. Glad today is a holiday and I don't have to get up at 5:20am.
Got to sleep around midnight, woke up at 1am to a neighbor screaming "somebody help me!" over and over. Walk over to the front door and listen. He's trying to get out of his apartment and is wrestling with his drunken girlfriend at the door, because she won't let him leave. I poked my head out the door just long enough to see which apartment and what was going on. I see her basically blocking the door with one arm on the door and one arm holding him. He's screaming for help over and over, telling her to let him go. No real fighting, no injuries. Someone else pokes their head out and asks what is going on, saying they've already called the police. She says he has mental health issues, is off his meds and she's not letting him leave. He claims she's lying, but then says he's fine and doesn't need his meds. Oh great, I'm NOT stepping into that one! I call 911, they say they already have lots of help on the way. About five minutes later, approximately six cops show up. The police calmly and quietly (!) walk up, ask what is going on and then interview each of them separately. I open the door, an officer approaches me, asks if he can step inside (sure) and we talk briefly about what I saw and heard. They find that she's lived there about 6 months while he just moved in this last weekend. She now doesn't want him to come back inside, so they ask him if he has somewhere else to go. He says he'll go to his parents house. They escort him out (no cuffs, no threats, no touching him) and the whole thing is over. All in all, an awesome job by our city cops. The disturbance ended the moment they showed up as they were so calm and quiet about the whole thing that unless you were right there listening at your door (as I was), you wouldn't have even known they were there. As for my neighbors, I hope this is the end of that relationship. Not a good sign when he's only lived here a couple of days and they've already had this kind of issue with pretty much ALL of their neighbors calling 911. Last edited by Chimera; 07-04-2012 at 02:08 AM. |
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I'm to the point where surgery might or might not restore function. It would definitely ease the pain and numbness. But since I don''t have insurance I can't get the surgery. |
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Me: *get up from chair. Head towards end of room, where the restrooms are* Coworker: "oh, Nava, do you have a minute?" Me: "sure, in a moment" Coworker: "it will just be a minute!" Me: "yes, but can I pee first?" Coworker: " uh, yes. Sorry!"I've heard the same coworker have similar conversations with at least three other people. It's like he can't connect "heading towards restrooms" with "may need to perform untransferable activity". |
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So.... as I may have mentioned here once or twice, my (now former) husband flung me out of the house over two years ago, when I was pregnant with his child, and has refused to have anything to do with us since. Oh, and he moved his girlfriend into my/our house and had knocked her up too within weeks of flinging me out.
Yet, when I make it public on facebook that I am now "in a relationship" with the guy I've been dating for over a month, somehow that's bad and wrong and I should've kept it quiet? It's been TWO YEARS!!! I'm divorced! He's long since moved on, why the hell am I not supposed to? |
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What a jerk! Congrats on the new relationship, BTW. Hope things keep looking up. |
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I had a feeling that very few people would actually show up due to it being the long weekend so I had just the right amount of food. Then my mother-in-law showed up with a ton more food (without asking me) that ended up going to waste. All I know is that I'm going be thinking long and hard about any invites I get to other people's things now. |
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Oh, he was. I could get all devils-advocate and say he had his reasons, and we're both happier apart, but when it comes to abandoning his daughter, he totally is. Quote:
Presumably they're worried he'd portray me as the stereo-typical single mother traipsing a stream of "uncles" in and out of her life, even though in reality she's not met my new man yet, and won't until I'm happy things are going somewhere. (*for some messed up Scottish/English law reason we haven't completed the financial split, even though the divorce is through) |
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Which I suppose will simply drain onto the floor. ![]() But the BEST thing that he can do is get disoriented and hold it until you've got the litter box assembled and ready for use again.
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Unless you are a supermodel, or built like a supermodel, don't wear Daisy Dukes. Please. I'm begging you.
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Sorry, Hermette, but if there's a chance your ex might be able to use it against you, I'd stay mum about relationships on Facebook. No, it's not fair, but the world is not fair - you probably know that by now.
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Go live your life, Hermette. You have every right to have your own relationships and the people in your life that say 'no' need to stfu and stay out of it. |
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I would totally agree with you if not for the idea that her ex might use it against her. I just wouldn't take that chance.
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