The MacBook connects to the router for Internet surfing with no problem…the issue is my home network. The MacBook can no longer access the wireless printer (it displays the printer status as “offline”, while the PC shows it as functioning). Home sharing though iTunes is no longer working either. And the router management software is giving me a fit on the PC; it installed itself on every account on the computer, but gives error messages if more than one account is logged in.
Awesome day. 
Horrible migrane headache.
Found out I have Type II Diabetes and a raft of other issues.
Do some shopping (Two people driving over the center line on the roads, dealing with people in the stores running to get in front of me and block the aisles with their carts. grrrr…) get home and this same asshole is parked in my underground parking spot for the third time. I call the office because they’re open this time, and all they can say is “we’ll put a note on the car”. Yeah, I can do that much. Thanks for all the help.
So I left a note. Couldn’t find my grease pencil so I settled for soap. Still there tonight and I will have it towed even if the office doesn’t like it.
Uggggh, Movie Theater Douchebag. We went to see Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy at the local independent theater last night and it was a sold out show, so we had to, sigh, sit next to people. I got to sit next to this real basement-dwelling mouthbreather who made sure everybody knew how smart he was by laughing ALL the time. You know, chortling. Whenever anything happened on screen that was, I don’t know, clue-ish. (In a spy movie.) And any time it was remotely amusing. Mostly, he was chortling by himself - the rest of the theater was quiet as a tomb. People all around us had that look, you know, “WTF and who is that and why is he doing that?”
So I leaned over and said “Please stop chortling!” and he said “What?” and I thought, well, that sounded snarky, so I revised myself and said “Your laughing is a little disruptive. Please stop that.”
He STARES at me for the next ten minutes of the movie. And I’m not exaggerating - it was a long time. I ignored him, of course, but I could tell my fiance on the other side was getting worried about this crap because it’s embarrassing to have to beat the crap out of a flabby pale cargo-short-wearing social moron if he follows your woman out to the car screaming threats at her or whatever. Maybe an hour later in the movie, I made an amused exhale at something on screen, you know, when everybody else is laughing and I got a menacing yet whiny “Hey, stop chortling” hiss from him.
What I wanted to do is lean back over and say “Hey. I know it’s embarrassing when you get called out for bad behavior. A grownup would deal with it by modifying their behavior and being grateful that somebody said something quietly, thereby giving you an opportunity to correct yourself. Suck it up and let it go! You’re making a fool of yourself and you should really stop that.”
But of course I’m smarter than that and can totally be the bigger man. But good lord, what a tool. Good thing I’d read the book and could follow the movie with Mr. Creepy And Annoying next to me. I’m still a bit pissed off about it.
More of a silly whine than a rant.
I got home from work last night a little after 11pm. We decided to order a pizza because we were hungry and too lazy to go grocery shopping over the weekend. A half hour later the pizza place calls and says they can’t deliver our food because the police have our road blocked off. Apparently there was some nutter running around with a gun. While I go around the house making sure everything is shut tight and locked, my BF is pouting about not getting his food. :rolleyes:
Housemate, you are not a licensed therapist, psychologist, nor counselor. You are not in any way qualified to judge anyone else’s mental condition. Stop trying to force me to send my boyfriend to the inpatient rehab of your choice just because it’s Christian. He’s going to inpatient mainly so he can concentrate on his recovery without you breathing down the back of his neck all the time.
Oh, and that place you pointed out to me? That is the place he’d be going. Did you not notice the fact that the website links back to the VA? THAT IS THE VA INPATIENT TREATMENT PROGRAM. Idiot.
Oh, and your wife isn’t being attacked by “evil spirits.” Her hormones are out of whack and resettling after a miscarriage. You don’t understand women, either.
This guy is 25 years old and thinks he knows everything. He’ll figure out soon that he doesn’t. His fall will not be an easy one.
Ok, I know this is going to sound bad, but I’m fucking sick about hearing about the ‘Walk to end breast cancer.’ Every fucking commercial break there’s another commercial about signing up. I thought they JUST DID ONE, and I’m guessing that it’s another walk. You know, you could save a lot of that money by NOT paying for commercials 40-50 times a day!
Ooo, I don’t get this!!! The computer is now recognizing the MacBook as part of its network, and home sharing is now working in iTunes. I can access the printer directly by using its network address; while this won’t allow me to use the scanner, I can access the printer’s webpage and perform scanning there. I guess this means it’s not an issue between the router and Apple’s Bonjour software as I had originally read.
Oh, and this router hates it when I put my modem in standby mode. Is it bad to leave a cable modem on all the time?
I never turn mine off. Don’t really see a reason to.
other than the bit of power it consumes, no, I can’t see why it would be.
Goddamn it. The pharmacist gave me 200 lancets.
And no test strips.
Go back tomorrow and get the test strips.
Wrecked two lancets and two test strips tonight because I couldn’t milk enough blood from my thick skinned fingers. Probably poked myself 10 times. Going to have to find a thinner skinned spot on my hand or maybe use the inside of my forearm.
Oh yeah, before I go in, I’d better call the doc and say “Did you forget about the Metformin prescription?”
Grumble grumble grumble. You make me poke myself, you give me the pokey things, but not the stuff to make use of that blood. Blood I’m having a hard time getting out because my skin heals and closes so fast it doesn’t want to let the blood out.
Very true. And he’s also still mad at me and refuses to speak to me. Good Lord. Oh, well. I’m sure he’ll get over it sometime. I’m not bringing it up with my sister, though my visit to her later to see the baby and help her out may be awkward.
:crawls out from under covers:
Still sick. Coughed so hard today I pulled a muscle in my neck. Headache, snot factory, and if that wasn’t enough…
I started my period.
Hugs to flatlined… Chimera diabetes sucks big time but at least you have an answer now. Thanks for keeping us posted and take care of yourself!
And now one of my CFL bulbs just went out. Hope I have a replacement. That’s it, that’s all I can take for one day…
:crawls back to bed:
FTR: Normal glucose levels are 65-99.
Mine was 261 on the first test and 200 on the second.
No small wonder mosquitos have always loved me.
Dang it! How is it that I know good and well that I own no fewer than 20 nail files and an equal number of clippers, yet they are lost and gone forever any time I need them!? And don’t even get me started on the fate of “the good tweezers.”
All I wanted was to give myself a pedicure while I can still reach my feet, and pluck out that one stupid chin hair, dammit!
Thank you Lynn and Cat for your advice.
I would so follow it if life would just give me a break. Today, I got chewed out by my doctor and sent home for a week. When I went to work and gave my boss the paperwork, she chewed me out as well because I should have had the receptionist fax the paperwork to her and just called her.
Bill was also a bother. I’m flying to Texas tomorrow morning so he can “keep an eye on me”.
Tony was the only one who didn’t chew me out, but thats mostly because he likes having my car and computer while I’m gone.
Something that works for me is as soon as I smell orange flowers, I take benadryl and start putting ice on my forehead. The smell tells me that something is happening, I don’t know what your signs are. I have learned to react right away, because if I wait for the flashy lights and tunnel vision…I’m seriously screwed and not in a good way.
The good news about knowing what is happening is also knowing that you can do something about it. It will mean some major life changes, but you can do it one at a time. First, look at your diet and make changes. Next, start looking at exercise. Start small. Park your car in the back of the work parking lot so you have to walk. Take the stairs if you can.
As to soaping the car…that’s so juvenile…and so something I would do 
Dr. Girlfriend hears an insistant knock on her door and crawls out of the bed to kill whoever is bothering her. When she opens the door, she finds a box and sees a car peeling out (well, not really, my econobox car didn’t go fast when it was young). Dr. Girlfriend is overcome by the effort of crawling to the door so can’t chase the car. Instead, she listlessly pulls the box open, not caring if it explodes…actually kinda wishing it would explode and put her out of her misery.
Inside the box, she finds a container of plain yogurt, a chocolate bar and a 12 pack of toilet paper.
Sadly, a lot of them never have that fall and continue in their delusions 
It’s soap. It washes off really easy. A note on paper can be thrown to the ground without being looked at.
Stupid bitch left my spot, so I moved my car back into it. Then as I’m walking up the stairs, there is about a 4-5 year old kid standing alone by the back door. Then she pulls up with an arm load of McDonalds (like 6 bags) and it turns out it’s her kid.
Awesome parenting there. Leave a kid that young alone by the back door rather than take him along. Illegally park in other people’s spots. Arm load of McDonalds for dinner. If it was just them and her husband/boyfriend, then that many bags was stocking up for the week. :eek:
Oh well, back to work, gotta get ready and go. A day of being pleasant while I feel like shit.
If you’re smart enough to know how to use craigslist, then you’re smart enough to know how to rotate your pictures. Christ sake, people. How am I supposed to know if I like the dresser you’re trying to sell if the picture is freaking upside down? That was the worst one, but I swear half of the pictures on there are posted sideways.
Humph.
My nephew broke up with his girlfriend, who was probably the best thing that ever happened to him.
After he graduated high school he moved into my mother’s house – his unemployed father also lives there. He had a good sized trust fund earmarked for his education so he enrolled in a local technical college.
Then he didn’t go…he pretended he was going to class but he blew them all off…I thought he SHOULD have gotten into a little legal hot water over this but somehow he didn’t, all was forgiven and he was allowed to use his education fund to contribute to room and board at the family home. For a few years they enabled him in a lifestyle of total slackhood – there was ONE local restaurant he would talk about maybe getting a job at but they were never hiring and getting a job at another one of the hundreds of local restaurants didn’t seem to be an option.
Finally his girlfriend and her family pressured him to get a job and become a responsible adult…he got a job working at a yarn mill and they rented a house and moved in together, embarking on a life of responsible adulthood.
That lasted until 2 weeks ago. Now he broke up with her, quit his job, and is back living a life of slackhood at the family home.
And my mother and brother are thrilled at this turn of events…they have convinced themselves that the girlfriend was an evil bitch who “used” him for 3 years to get him to buy her a washer-dryer.
My 86 year old mother went onto this 19 year old girl’s facebook page and posted – without provocation – “We will miss you — NOT !!”. She responded privately with something along the lines of “Why do you hate me?” and my Mom answered ( in a public post ) with a sanctomonious speech along the lines of “I don’t hate anyone, where would you get that idea”?
My nephew’s ex responded with a thoughful post about why things didn’t work out, --as I suspected-- he lost his job because he didn’t “feel like going to work” a few times and there were other issues with chores and stuff ( not suprising, since my nephew grew up in a hoarder house he doesn’t know how to organize, he is unfamilar with the concept of things having a place they belong ).
I have spent the last 5 years watching my mom smother my 50 year old brother – he moved back with Mom after his separation and soon the idea of his getting job flew out the window, my mother has decided he’s disabled and makes various other excuses for his not attempting to work ( the nature of the disability changes from conversation to conversation ) …one week last year he was disabled because he had gained so much weight he had trouble getting up the stairs, the next week the story was that he couldn’t work because she needed him to carry things upstairs for her.
But they have an attitude of “entitlement” that pisses me off…all of them, even my nephew ---- get food stamps and other public assistance and they are always looking for ways to game the system…At Christmas a news story about layaway angels started a 30 minute conversation about how if they had any idea that people would do that they would’ve gone around town and put a bunch of stuff on layaway and left it there.
So now my Mom is cheerfully supporting 2 deadbeat men on her social security check and is totally content in her knowledge that she willl never let the big bad world hurt her babies again.
I had truly hoped that my nephew had escaped the dysfunctional gravity well that is called my family home but it looks like the New Year starts with him being sucked back in.
And her social security check and welfare programs don’t cover this expense so guess who pays the difference? Yep, me.
Sorry for the ramble but this is soo frustrating