I don’t know about your family, but you do realize that there are retired people who have responsibilities too, right?
Not to make light of your problem, but you made me feel better about destroying my iPod by washing it late one night.
Aiden, Braden, Jayden, Hayden, Caden, Grayden, Potaden…
These are names that a teenage girl would pick for her main male character when first joining the wonderful world of slash fan-fiction. They are a dead give away to *not open the story. *
Ah, naming one’s baby a ‘special’ name…
My SIL, named her first girl Siara* to represent Sierra, because it’s prettier.
My sister, on the other hand, gave her kid a seemingly normal first name, but she spelt it phonetically so from Bradley, we have Bradli (His middle name is grandpa’s name translated into a Polynesian language. * Neither parent speaks this language.*)
*names have been altered to protect me. My nephew’s name is just *that *unusual. There is only one. She would find me.
My step-cousin named her twin boys Jaiden and Raiden. Raiden is a character in Mortal Kombat, right? :dubious: And a co-worker has a niece named Kaden.
El_Kabong, my Saturn requires a trip to the dealer/oil change place to change the taillight bulbs. There’s some special tool required to open the light casing. And the damn car goes through taillight bulbs like you wouldn’t belive. Sigh.
Anybody want to go to the post office for me tomorrow? I’m sure I’ll have something to bitch about after that trip!
Are we related? Because that kind of happened to us, too. My grandma decided since Christmas is on a Sunday this year, and she’d have to either a) do most of the cooking ahead of time, b) relinquish a shred of control and let somebody else do the cooking, c) scale back the menu, or d) miss church that we should instead move our traditional Christmas day gathering to Monday. Mind you, she only felt the need to casually bring this up about supper time this past Saturday night.
This, of course, would not be a problem for her and Grandpa, my parents, or my mom’s older sister. They are all retired and also all live within 15 minutes of each other. They are the only ones who are retired, and also the only ones who live locally. The rest of us have a)jobs that don’t allow a lot of short-notice schedule flexibility, especially around the holidays and b) long drives and in-laws to juggle. Thankfully, when she broached this subject (just as a bunch of us were loading in the car to go look at Christmas lights, I might add) pretty much everybody else immediately said “I don’t know if we can do that.”
Fuck you, cold virus. Fuck you so hard. I woke up with a puddle of snot all over my pillow, and i’m still headachy and tired and sniffly, and I’ve got work tomorrow. As a nurse. Fuck. I should call in, I really should, but I need the money, and the hospital’s been cutting my hours. Fuckety fuck!
Aidan/Aiden is not a “special” name. It’s been a pretty bog-standard boy’s name for, hell as long as I can remember. I went to school with several Aiden/ans and I’m nearly 30.
Whoa whoa whoa - backup. You know of a ShyAnne, spelled exactly that way? Because I thought my moron cousin was the only idiot who’d saddled his kid with that horror of a name. Certainly there can’t be another one!
I feel so sorry for that little girl. I’m guessing she’ll go either by Anne or her middle name when she gets older. Worst? When she was littler they called her “ShyShy.” Seriously. It’s awful.
So. I have a urinary tract infection. The cost of the visit and the antibiotics sucks. Hard core. What also sucks is I was told to avoid spicy foods and caffeine while recovering from it. But without spicy foods… There is nothing I want to eat. And life without caffeine makes me a sad Platypus.
Oh dear. I’ve never met a real live ShyAnn. I have run across several people online who claimed to have a child named ShyAnn or ShyAnne. I feel sorry for your poor little cousin. That’s in my list of all time dumbest names ever along with horrors like Trenton and Brandi.
Here’s a great website dedicated to making fun of similar idiocy:
I know someone who named her daughter Shayanne…
Speaking of her, I’m pretty sure she’s trying to get me into a pyramid or MLM scheme. She’s invited me to this thing Saturday, or next Saturday, or Wednesday (they meet twice a week) to hear their spiel. The whole business opportunity/learn about how to make more money and get out of debt faster is raising all sorts of flags and I will probably google them tonight (I asked her outright what it was, what they did and who they are… Primerica is the name I guess).
Not happening, not interested and besides I can at least blow off this weekend since I have an information meeting with a (legit, city owned and run) group that helps people to buy homes at the same time as the MLM thing.
Agrees with Cat Whisperer that we shouldn’t laugh. Our laughter isn’t mocking, its because we all have moments of stupidity.
Crazy Neighbor Lady, teenagers, police and Tony are all included in this story:
All of this is hearsay, but I got most of it from Officer Friendly.
The teenagers who live across the street are very nice kids, but terrible drivers. They are just learning, I was there when I was their age, so I don’t get upset when they back their very large, very old pickup into my culvert ditch and get stuck. This time, they managed to somehow find the pipe halfway down the ditch and took out my chainlink fence. (they do have good insurance, I know this because they showed me their paperwork the first time they backed into my ditch. the fence will be fixed)
Tony has been feeding my cats, watching my house and driving my car. He has a notorized letter from me saying that all of this is fine and proper. When Tony heard the crash, he was concerned that someone had been hurt. They were fine, so he started helping them deal with the damage. CNL, however, heard the crash and called the police, saying that a drunk had hit my house and that people were dieing.
When Officer Friendly showed up (along with another squad car, a couple of firetrucks and an ambulance), he was not amused to find that it was another of CNL’s false alarms. Officer Friendly was sorting things out, when CNL started accusing Tony of killing me and dropping my body down a well shaft so he could have my stuff.
Tony is also known to the local sheriff’s over his anger management issues, so while usually they blow CNL off when they see that she’s just being herself, Officer Friendly felt he should follow up on this claim.
Tony showed Officer Friendly the letter and offered to let Officer Friendly go anywhere in my home except the bedroom. Of course, this made Officer Friendly really want to go into the bedroom. CNL is screeching, the kids are crying and Tony is now getting beligerant.
Officer Friendly insists that he be allowed to look into my bedroom, Tony shoved him away and Tony got tazed, handcuffed and put into a cop car. There was no body in the bedroom, just a bunch of terrified cats.
This was the most excitement on my street for years. Lights and sirens, a murder, a truck rolled over in the middle of the street, a whole family dead in the crash, the phone lines to 911 were burning up.
Finally, someone had the bright idea to call me on my cellphone. They got Tony’s cellphone away from him…by this time, Tony was not being as cooperative as he could have been, so I understand it was a struggle.
My name was on his list, so Officer Friendly made the call. He didn’t tell me about the drama, just that it was a wellness check or something. I told him that I was just fine, out of state and that yes, Tony had access to my house and didn’t Tony still have the letter?
Officer Friendly was still being cagy, so I called him by his first name and told him that if he didn’t tell me what was going on, I was going to call his unit secretary (using her first name) in the morning. Suddenly he realized that I was the same flatlined that he saw moving boxes out of the station. Hurray for living in a small community 
Officer Friendly was still wanting to know why Tony was so protective about my cat filled bedroom and I was too, so he let me talk to Tony. We beat around the bush for a while and finally Tony confessed that he knew that as a single woman, I probably had a vibrator (of course he didn’t use that word) in my nightstand and he had wanted to save me the embarrassment of having it found.
Officer Friendly thought that was so funny that the assult charge got dropped, Tony was let out of the handcuffs, CNL has another roll eye note in her file and the kids have the police report to turn into their insurance.
The cats got dinner late and were NOT pleased.
Flutterby: Primerica is a MLM at the very least; I went to a recruitment effort years ago, having been told it was a job interview. I found a bunch of people there, and we were all sat down and showed a PowerPoint presentation about how all we needed to do was pay for our own licensing, and we too could build downlines and become financial advisers/get money from other financial advisers you recruit to do advising. I almost cried when I got home; the recruiter had sounded so eager and instead I found myself in the middle of a group with “probable sucker” stamped on my forehead. (Fortunately I found my current job soon after.)
Speaking of my current job, I’m constantly tired from trying to put out fires. I’m kicking myself for not looking for a better job earlier. I can’t wait until they hire a replacement for my on-to-better-opportunities coworker, and I will train the hell out of that new worker while starting to look for a new job.
Poor kitties…poor Tony…nice Officer!
I’m so glad I don’t have a CNL.
I went to school with a Brady. Nice kid. Wonder what happened to him?
Flatlined, you lead an interesting life, even when you’re not home!
On the names thing, I know someone who named their son Anakin. Yes, as in Star Wars Anakin.
My neighbor’s dog…barking again at 5 in the morning…he barks at me if I go outside and put something in the mailbox too…I have to hide out in the garage so he does not bark…
I think there’s actually a bunch of them.
AAAAAUUUUGGGHHH! Then she went back in time and became my grandmother!
shudder
My CNL does make my life interesting, but mostly I am sorry for her. She is bitter and unhappy. I loved it when I heard that the kids all stopped fussing over their precious and dented truck to look at her and say “Hello Mrs CNL, its nice to see you today”, then went started wailing over my murder.
saje, the best way to stay young is to live in interesting 1st world times. And move into the middle of nowhere.
I once saw an ID that said Starbuck Smith. The guy held it so I could see his birthdate, and covered his name with his thumb.