The State of Georgia recently decided local governments can decide if they wish to sell package liquor on Sunday. The damned preachers are already at the throat of the City Council here, trying to talk them out of putting it on the ballot. Never mind talking against it, they don’t want to give the community the chance to vote on it at all.
I hate religious idiots trying to tell me how to run my life. No one is forcing you to buy liquor - on Sunday, Monday, or any other day. Stop demanding I live my life according to your religion!
Go fuck yourself with a dildo wrapped in rusty barbed wire. Just because I called my mixed race niece a monkey girl does not make me racist. Any idjit with half a brain who watches her for more than 5 minutes will know why I call her that. I’m just glad your husband has more sense than you do, since you’d probably drown in a rainstorm otherwise.
I just wish there hadn’t been kids around so I could’ve really given you a piece of my mind instead of being polite about it.
I was told by a coworker that the family nickname of my grandniece is inappropriate. Her little sister couldn’t pronounce Brianna, calling her Banana instead. It stuck. It’s very wrong to call a mixed race child Banana, as monkeys eat bananas, ergo I was calling her a monkey. :rolleyes:
Wow, that’s stretching right there. If I heard someone calling a child banana, I’d assume it’s a funny nickname or the kid liked bananas a lot, not that it was a racist slur.
I have a coworker who wears a Chanel perfume. I love the scent, and want so much to buy some, but the smallest bottle is over a hundred bucks at Macy’s
On my drive to work this morning there was a dead black cat on the road. I pulled over, put my 4-ways on, picked the cat off the road, placed it far to the side, and called the city animal control to pick it up. (They do that here.) My rant is not about a car hitting a cat: the body was still warm and pliable so it probably happened when it was still dark out and it’s a black cat.
My rant is for all the a-holes who simply steered around the body in the road. Fuck all of you. It’s not a busy street. Have some fucking compassion you bunch of self-centred pricks. It look me literally less than 5 minutes to pull over safely and move the dead cat’s body off the road. The people in the closest houses said it was probably a stray, but it could still be somebody’s pet who got out accidentally. And slow the fuck down while you’re at it so you can watch for animals.
Wait a minute…the term monkey is now racist? Kee-rap. I call my son a monkey all the time.
While we’re at it on people in the park making silly comments, it would be nice for strangers not to ask me where I got my son or whose kid I’m babysitting, especially not in front of him. He’s not deaf and at 5 years old, he understands what you’re saying. Having to explain to my son why people think he isn’t mine is awkward to say the least.
Uh-oh… I call my older niece a monkey too! She likes monkeys, and she likes to climb on things. Go figure.
I really don’t have anything to rant about, except I don’t know what to get my Granny for Christmas. She’s 83 and doesn’t need anything, and won’t tell you what she wants. “Just come see me” she says. I will come see her, but I’d like to bring her a gift too!
Dunno if this appeals to you at all, but if you’re willing to wear pre-owned perfume, you can buy either “decants” (small amounts taken from a larger bottle and poured into a sample vial or small bottle) or partially-used bottles. Most Chanels should be easy to get that way. There’s fakes out there, espeically on eBay, of course, but if you go to a perfume message board and hang out a while you can pretty quickly figure out what to look for. and the perfumistas on the board might have some of what you want, too.
I pit people who blame others when they don’t want to stick with the schedule.
Some of the people in my extended family (myself included) have to work some holidays. We made arrangements to take off xmas eve to accommodate people who don’t have work conflicts (they get all holidays off or don’t work) even though it wasn’t our first choice because their tradition is to spend xmas day doing non extended family things. We did this all in the name of family unity and to be ‘nice’ (in my family ‘nice’ often bites you in the ass). Then, after work schedules are set in stone, we get the call -they want to change family xmas to xmas day. They’ve got “a wonderful opportunity” to spend xmas eve sleigh riding with friends. On being told our plans were inflexible due to work reasons we got the ‘long suffering sigh’ and a “I guess we’ll have to refuse our kids the experience”. And then we get a phone call from my parents who just can’t believe we can’t finagle a change at work. And when assured over & over that it’s not going to happen, we get excessive sympathy for our awful schedules & jobs that require we have to plan ahead. Because it’s so disruptive to the extended family. Oh poor us.
So, changing your plans is ok if it’s for social reasons, even if it screws up other people’s plans? But a work conflict is a sign of bad career choices and pitiable?
Would somebodyACHOOOO!! please cure the common fucking virus already, please. I was barely over some godawful unidentified three-day-diarrhea-making bug (shittiest way evar to lose six pounds, I tell you whut) when I came down with a brutal chest cold. Husband and toddler also got the cold. Both virii probably brought to us by the wonder of daycare. Look, I know all about protective hygiene, and I use the Purell when I should, and all that, but my kid does not. Dressing for bed the other day, I took off my black shirt and I realized it looked like I’d been attacked by a herd of ravenous slugs, there was so much snotslime all over me. I had smears of toddler snot in both armpits, all over my collar, spotted around my back, and in a nice pattern over one breast. Now I have slime in both lungs to cough up, and a wad of Kleenex jammed up my left nostril until it stops trickling. I don’t want to be sick for the next however long it takes to teach my kid to quit screaming whenever someone comes near him holding a tissue!
Find a food item she likes, like coffee or chocolate, and then buy a little of the most decadent, expensive type you can find (blue mountain coffee, for example), that she would never buy for herself. It doesn’t have to be a large quantity of whatever it is, but see if you can make it a treat she will remember.
Warning: she will then expect similar thoughtfulness every year!
Rody
