Pitting the company that sold me seed of a small red pepper advertised as mild (like a bell pepper).
Mrs. J. was cutting up one of the newly harvested ones and had to turn away coughing after getting hit by a blast of Capsicum vapor from the thing. Just adding a few slices of it to the vegetables I steamed for a bowl of pasta turned the entire dish pungent (not overwhelmingly so, but sheesh).
There’s gotta be a shyster out there who’ll take my multi-million dollar lawsuit for false pepper advertising.
And to the chipmunks and rabbits who’ve been munching on my seedlings - your day is coming.
What did he do? Feel like sharing? Man, I won’t even fold my own undies (who cares if they’re wrinkly?) so starching and ironing is … dang … above and beyond.
IIRC #1 - peppers get hotter if they’re stressed (drought, poor soil etc.) so perhaps that’s the cause of the unexpected heat?
It’s a vet tech position. I know their software and their blood analyzers. I would barely need any training, beyond their hospital policies. I am PERFECT for this job, dammit.
So I put my big girl panties on and called. Working interview Monday!!!
What’s wrong with sunflowers?
So I had this train of thought (a.k.a. self-loathing shame spiral) a couple of hours ago:
“purple, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why were you such a stupid bitch this morning? Why would you turn into a weepy mess? You just got laid; you should’ve been a happy camper. Seriously, you dumb fucking cunt, why are you acting like you’re PMSing, you … oh.”
Literal forehead smacking ensued. Bad enough to be pissy and hormonal; to own the responsible equipment and still not realize what’s going on? Sheesh. All I can blame it on is that despite the fact that I’m finally back on the pill, my cycle still hasn’t straightened itself out after the half-year hiatus my body took after losing Other Shoe. I honestly think my uterus is fighting back against the pharmaceutically-induced regularity. Let’s see who wins.
So anyway, I’m here to pit that I’m way too harsh on myself. Seriously, I would never allow someone to talk to my friends the way I treat myself … which is itself a good way to set off the self-hating shame spiral again.
OK, I’m dragging my crabby, hormonal self back out of this thread. Just needed to vent, I guess. Thanks for reading, if you did, and good luck on Monday, Avarie537! Congrats!!!
My thyroid is fucked…it’s been out of wack for years. Been on meds and for a time everything was more or less fine. Now comes the heart palpitations, again. Up the beta blockers per docs orders. Don’t like it…a…bit:(
Yellow flowers aren’t my thing, especially humongous yellow flowers. It’s just a personal preference.
And I’m on the pill after being off it for a while, too. My body has been just real sure it’s about to ovulate, the last three-four days. My husband sure is happy.
Sunflowers come in non-yellow versions, though in my limited experience they’re not quite as hardy and robust as the original version… But they sure are purdy. My favorite is called “Evening Sun” which blooms in a lovely shade of deep red:
There are also miniature (dwarf) sunflowers, which are nice for little kids since they’re at the right eye level.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled bitchfest.
Not really a bitchy thing, but an observation I’ve been noticing even more lately. Something I will always consider entertaining. People enter an El station as usual, not in a hurry or anything. As they start to ascend the stairs, realize there’s a train on the platform. Suddenly they JUST HAVE TO get that train. Because there won’t be another one in 5 minutes (snark). Start capital R Running up the stairs. 5 steps from the top, train pulls away. Instant anger/disappointment because they missed the train they had no idea was even there 30 seconds ago.
Really, I always find this funny, and I see it every day. Suckers.
I’ll bet you feel a whole lot more confident now that you took that step and got positive results. Hold on to that feeling for Monday. If they didn’t think you were good, they wouldn’t want to see you again. They think you are good enough to interview again. WE think that you are more than good enough to get the job. (who else matters more than random strangers on the internet, afterall?) Now you need to remember that everyone who matters has faith in you, and hold your confidence if/when something goes wrong.
Dr. G…have you heard anything back yet?
I like sunflowers. But then, I like hollyhocks. The world can be so drab that bright colored flowers are spots of color in an otherwise gray world.
My rant: I’ve been trapping at a fast food place. Someone destroyed my trap and complained to corp. about how cruel trapping cats is. The employees were very sad because they knew what I was doing, but told me that I couldn’t trap there anymore.
Many of the cats I trapped tested positive for FeLV and had to be humanely put down. I don’t like killing cats, but I do think that its more humane to put them down gently than to let them suffer the horrible death that would happen to them if they were left alone. Some of the cats passed their blood work and were fixed, vaccinated and released. I was close to creating a stable colony there and now some ignorant, uninformed idiot has doomed hundreds if not thousands of cats to live sad, short lives.
This is not hyperbole. If there is a food source, there will be stray/feral cats. Intact cats breed and spread diseases. They breed faster than the diseases kill them. One queen can have 3 litters a year (depending on the amount of available sunlight…and there is lots of sunlight in Houston). Those kittens can start breeding at about 6 months, but sometimes earlier.
Sorry for lecturing, but it just makes me sad that so many people don’t understand the importance of TTNR.
So today Vorlon Jr racked up Karma points and maneuvered his grandmother through the DMV to renew her license, maybe for the last time (she is 82 and may need to be lojacked soon).
Tonight, when I was impressed into taking my dear wife out to a so-so dinner, she is squinting at HER license, hands it to me and says “When does this expire?”
Anti-rant: Someone here (and you know who you are) sent me some extra-good karma. I went searching for some paperwork that was still packed up in the office, and found two pre-paid debit cards with almost $40.00 on them, plus $100 cash. Double :D:D:D:D!
Whoot! to Avarie - I know you’ll knock their socks off Monday!
And two thumbs down to the pinhead who doesn’t understand animal rescue, flatlined.
Yay! Jump in with both feet and just start working, those are the people who get the job. You’ll do it!
flatlined - how stupid of that moron. Too bad you can’t find out who it is so you could talk some sense into them. Is there really no nearby property you can still trap on nearby? Of course, now that idiot is on the lookout for more traps in the area. Maybe you could set up a trap and then stake it out for the knucklehead? Have a friend with you if you do that! Do you have any literature available? I think our TNR people put signs on their traps with information on why they’re there. Doorhangers and other literature found here.
Reminds me of the people who are walking normally down the sidewalk and see their light turn green half a block away, so they start trotting/wobbling faster towards it, as if it wouldn’t have cycled at least once if they just continued walking at their normal speed, and be ready to change back in their favor as soon as they got to the corner.
People hate to wait for anything, it seems, even if they aren’t in any particular hurry. Me, I gave up running for trains/buses/traffic lights a long time ago.
Oh, and happy birthday to me, I’m 65 on Sunday, and 11 weeks from retirement.
Thanks so much for the link. My traps actually do have one of their laminated posters hanging on the back of them. I was trapping in a strip mall, lots of dumpsters in the back. Homeless people poop back there, so I have to be careful where I step.
I love your idea about trapping the idiot who destroyed my trap and then lecturing him/her. I’ll get my Tony right on it!
I read the booklet and they don’t recommend testing for FeLV and FIV because of false positives. That’s not what my last rescue vet thought, and my current vet feels the same. Alley Cat Allies are usually right, so maybe after I do some research, I can stop killing cats for the sin of being homeless and having bad blood work.
What are your thoughts on this?
This is not a stealth brag…its a total brag: At work, everyone knows that I’m the crazy cat lady, so a new receptionist came to ask me what to do about some homeless cats who were left when her neighbor died. I lent her a trap, explained how important TNR was and told her how to do it. She listened to me, trapped all of the wildlings and had them fixed/vetted and is now using my trap to be sure that all of the neighbor’s cats are fixed. I’m so proud!
In Spain that’s known as “doing like the zopilotes”. Zopilote is the Mexican word for vulture.
Lengthy “I just have to tell someone”. You’ve been warned.
My youngest brother, Jay, made it known a long time ago that he was interested in a long term relationship with his friend Charo. She made it clear that she was not interested in any kind of long term relationship with anybody and that therefore she thought it best not to mess up his chances to have one with someone else. Since both of them are about as straightforward and no-nonsense as they come, that was that. He’s had other aborted attempts at LTRs, she did her own thing. They were still part of the same group of friends, and often among those organizing trips (Charo works in the tourism industry, Jay is very good at paperwork and has tons of business contacts).
About a year ago, Jay was getting ready to go off on a long trip by himself during a long weekend and Charo mentioned she happened to have it off and “can I come? I’ve always wanted to go there.” LTR ensued, yay. The camps are divided between “but I thought she didn’t want to be with anybody?” and “about bloody time”.
I’m happy for them, but I also wondered. Her reasons for not wanting an LTR are still there. I kept thinking that she’d suddenly become interested in children, but that didn’t make sense (she’s got strong medical reasons to avoid pregnancy). Jay was developing a heightened interest in toddlers; he’s always been ok with kids “once they’re capable of holding any kind of conversation, even if it’s not very logical” but babies = caca and toddlers were borderline, he wouldn’t accept being handled one unless the kid was indeed capable of some conversation.
There was interest in schools. OK… when have these two been interested in schools? Not since they were 14!
Turns out Charo started an adoption process shortly before her change of heart re. Jay, which makes a ton of sense since he’s the kind of guy that makes a great husband and father. And, even though given their ages and that they’ve known each other since Jay was barely out of diapers (almost 40 years), they would already be married except for the little detail I’m pitting (OK, so it’s an excuse to tell you the little saga): if she gets married, the whole process restarts. The little girl she’s already been paired with gets unassigned again :smack:
My mother isn’t sure whether to shout from the roofs “I’m going to be a grandmother again!” or smacking Jay for taking this long to tell her. Me, I’m crossing fingers, toes, arms and legs that everything goes all right…
