Yeah, Anthony’s appeal is something I can’t pin down, but rrrrowr. I think a lot of it is attitude.
Can I have a do over of this evening?
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I found out the optometrist doesn’t do contact fittings (well why the hell did you not tell me this when I BOOKED THE APPOINTMENT!?)
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The only other place nearest me does not do first time wearer fittings past 5:30 on a week night (I can get there at… 6), the other locations, also not any closer, are the same (oh and they aren’t open on weekends)
So I got pissy and talked to my friend who got me an appointment with her optometrist who DOES do this and will drive me in between the few hours I have free Saturday. I told Mom this, but SHE got all pissy because I was cutting it close. Except I’m not taking the bus I am getting a ride and will be where I need to be between 8 and 9 in the morning and 2 and 3 in the afternoon.
So we had a huge blowup over that because she’s picking at me despite my planning being just bloody fine.
Now I’m drinking a glass of red wine, and going to climb into a bath so I can relax and hopefully be steady and sane for the interview tomorrow, which is the underlying stressful reason why I am flipping out. If this had happened tomorrow night I wouldn’t be flipping but it’s happening right before an interview which is stressful enough.
And it’s nine o’clock and my head is stuffed up again despite anger clearing my sinuses for an hour.
Ugh. When Cloud Maiden and I moved into this apartment I ended up borrowing $600 from her to pay the deposit. (To be specific, she paid the entire deposit. I was going through a crazy time because of my visa and my brother and it was least she could do after nearly causing us to lose the damn apartment by being so goddamn laidback about paying up the first month’s rent on time.) After we moved in I offered to either pay the money back in installments or let her claim the entire deposit when we moved out. She said it didn’t matter, that she’d just claim the deposit when we moved out. Everything was fine.
NOW she sends me an email telling me that her mom is pissed and thinks I’m trying to take advantage of her. What. The fuck. I OFFERED TO PAY HER BACK. Apparently this has been compounded by the fact that she lent HER BOYFRIEND $500 this month so he wouldn’t have to go to HIS PARENTS to borrow money. Um, so HER going to HER PARENTS to borrow money is okay? And what the hell does this have to do with me? Basically she’s asking me to pay her back NOW by paying the entire rent this month. Seriously, I do not have an extra $600 just lying around. I told her I’d pay her back by covering next month’s rent. (I suppose I could ask my parents, but I’d rather not resort to that.)
I’m just really annoyed that her mom thinks I’m trying to take advantage of her. I’d ask my parents for money before I resorted to leeching off my friends, and that’s saying something, since I HATE borrowing money from them. Jesus Christ.
Rigs, I’m sorry about your car troubles, that sucks. However, at 88K miles you shouldn’t be having so many high end troubles on that car–I can about see the tie rods, but the rack/pinion? I note you said there was no PS fluid in there, are they saying that caused damage to it? I’d say, though, that if the car is paid off you’re better off just keeping it because not only does a new car mean a payment but higher insurance as well. If you’re still paying this one off then you ought to peg any new car purchases to match your current payment so it doesn’t change your monthly expenses profile much. Did you get a second opinion on the repair bill? I know that seems pointless but you’d be surprised at how much a difference two different mechanics can see on a car…
BTW, y’all, for beebs Mt. Penis is an oxymoron, for us girls it’s a redundancy…
Anthony Bourdain is teh yummy in spite of the smoking AND the drinking–it is definitely an attitude thing. He’s sarcastic and smart and mouthy and has an earring and he can COOK! Plus he has that nice rugged, well aged look to him and he wears jeans well–I love that rangy tall body type the best. Unfortunately he’s married and apparently a new daddy… 
Well, I can still dream, dammit!
Oh yes, Old Spice is NOMNOMNOM–I think it’s a daddy thing. That was pretty much THE cologne back in the day and every man I knew wore it when I was growing up. Aside from that, though, it really does smell yummy on most men, and it’s not too sweet or overpowering. Axe, by the way is misspelled–should be Ass. Make a note of this please!
Had a most excellent meeting today and things are progressing apace–I am tres excited!
Yeppers, he’s a Bad Boy! 
I don’t care if he’s married, I can still look!
Hmm, I didn’t know that Anthony was married. I do know that Gordon is married with kids, but they are both sexy as hell, and as long as fantasies are free…
I’ll send happy car vibes your way rigs. And as much happy as I can muster for you otherwise. You’ve got your oven though! I hope the fume thing was worked out though, you didn’t report back on that, did you? If you did I missed it.
More vibes your way mama and wabbit.
Wooo, Mooom! Give me some of that energy! I need some!
For all those with teh sick, you must not mind me wearing this mask. I drew a smilie face on it though, thats better, right?
-I’ve been sitting on some things.
Is it normal to go through the grieving process while someone is still alive? I feel like I’m grieving over the loss of my daughter. We got into it pretty bad last weekend, and it escalated into pretty ugly emotional areas. She hates me. I don’t think it’s normal or okay for a kid to think that about a parent, and she does. I let her stay with her father for two weeks.
But I feel like I just sent her into the lions den. There are so many reasons on so many levels that I didn’t want to do that, but it’s done.
This week has been sad, for me missing her, and her sister and brother, who she told that she never liked them either, wishes she was back home.
She’s in counseling and on medication, but it seems like it’s getting worse, and not better, and when I conveyed this to the counselor, she seemed to think it was normal.
I fear I’m losing her, and no matter what I do, nothing will help.
Sorry for the outpour, but Jim is in the same boat, and my family is involved, but I don’t want them too involved.
[uncle]Thanks for the baby niceness, all. I have a few pictures but the babies are only a couple hours old in them and they’re on oxygen tubes and it’s not really the best shot. And a certain gleeful new grandmother superimposed large captions with names and particulars that wouldn’t get past security.[/uncle]
And to rigs: sorry but the Bishop Ford is not on the route. Besides, you really want to try to help me park this?
Pic of vehicle similar to one I’ll be driving
I’m still pissed about having to drive that thing and having to screw around at a huge automotive plant for most of the morning Friday only to drive real fast back to Chi-land to sit in a sea of cars on the Tristate.
WTF am I still doing up? My alarm is going off in 4.5 hours…g’nite.
Label-less, how old is your daughter? As a teenager, and even as a young adult there were definitely times when I felt I HATED my father. We had fights like you wouldn’t believe. I understand him better now, though, and while we’ll never be close, I know that he loves me in his way and I love him for it. As a kid I was hot-headed and thought everything was the end of the world. Took some time for me to grow up. :: hugs ::
Mornin’ all. I am at the pretendy-worky place again (6 days and counting!), drinking coffee and fooling around on da Intarwebs!
Y’all can keep Anthony Bourdain. I would, however, gladly fall on my back with my legs in the air for English chef, James Martin - born in North Yorkshire and specialises in making sweets (cakes, cookies, pies, all sorts of yummy sweeties)! He has the cutest accent and he and his confectioneries make me drool! 
Sorry NoLa, sounds like a bad situation. And Haze, it always sucks when money gets involved in a friendship. Good things never happen.
brb, going to start a pit thread.
beebs
Up and caffeinating! It’s off to work in a very few … my Firday today. Too bad that the forecast for tomorrow is rain. Ah well, errands must be done!
Hugs and get well wishes for Grandma Tigs and Grandpa Pie.
Happy Thursday mumpers! 
Thanks for all the good wishes.
And also more hugs for the Tigs Family.
Boy, I went down to the pit to check out beebs’ thread and got caught up in the one about the neighbor who watches dogs for a living. Wow. Since this isn’t the pit I won’t make any comments about one of our newest posters but sheesh. :rolleyes:
CutiePie grandpa is in my thoughts and prayers.
Yay for findin’ a suitable and very tasteful MOB outfit MOOOOOOM. Oh, and since you accuse me of TMI, I have to say, at least I don’t talk in detail about my unmentionables. 
Up and caffienatin’ here. Purtification must soon commence cause work looms. Weather report keeps callin’ for rain (has for two days) but no rain yet… we need rain!
Tagfree, hang in there, daughter will come around.
Ok, you need to stop now… drool, drool
Sigh, yup in a nutshell.
You obviously don’t know my BIL. I’ll not go into details because just writing them will get me all pissed off. However, his name and “reasonable” cannot coexist in the same sentence. Nope, not possible.
And you’re moving?? Did you just discover your roomie is a psycho? :eek:
swampy, I don’t believe I went into TMI details regarding my undergarments. I didn’t mention the color or the fabric or even where I bought it, so quit being a troublemaker, you old poop!!! 
Incidentally: my dress - I need something to add to it - if it wasn’t spring, I’d have a colorful scarf. The kid said I need jewelry, but I don’t see how some bling at the throat will make a big difference. Maybe I can sew some nice rick-rack on it…
I had a good night’s sleep, at last. Other than one middle-of-the-night plumbing inspection, I didn’t wake till 7:30. I was having a bizarre dream about people building islands - dredging up huge amounts of sand and piling it up to make dry land. There was also something about shoelaces in there, and there might have been some military action. Still, I slept soundly for many hours, so yay!
**Nola ** - I wish I could promise you that all this mess will pass, and I’m so sorry you’re having to deal with it. I do know anecdotally that there are some people who are total shits during some teen years, and eventually they become normal people again, and they feel all embarrassed for being shits. Maturity is hard-won for some… still, it sounds like you’re doing all the right things. Sometimes you just have to recognize that you can’t do any more because there really *are * things that are beyond your control. Hang in there, sweetie!
I think I’m now going on a caffeine hunt. We’re leaving in an hour or so, and the kid is still crashed. She’ll wake up when I shower, either naturally, or when I fling a wet towel across her head. Yeah, I can be a mean mommy. 
Mornin’ folks. Figure I’d post here while waiting for some work to come my way.
Just got my packet for Relay tomorrow. 6 pm Firday to 11 am Caturday. This works because I need to be at Archive Work at 1 pm Cat. Somewhere I need to catch a few hours sleep. Possibly between 2-6 am if my past “all nighters” are any indication. I need to go to de sto’ tonight and find a suitable snack for ten hungry English majors. I’m thinking a bucket of popcorn if I can find one.
Got very little sleep last night between being in pain and my damn cat yowling every time I moved.
Work approacheth, later all.
Very pretty dress, FCM! I need to get a suit type dress for my brother’s commissioning ceremony. Did I tell y’all he’ll be a Naval Chief Warrant Officer 2? Very cool.
Hugs for the Tiggses and the Pies and TagLess. And anyone else who could use one!
Not much else happening.
Mornin’, y’all. I got blindsided by a technical problem BEFORE breakfast, so i’m just now getting around.
When it was over, I told the guys to call me when they have a real problem; fixing one might be fun… 
Spaz, when you coming for your cake?
YH&Bs as appropriate.