Try cloves. Seriously. Buy a jar of whole cloves and tuck them here and there. They do look like you havent cleaned in a while but Ive had some on my counter for over a year and no more ants.
Stupid drop off line lady. I was about to crap my pants and she wouldn’t let me leave my van OFF TO THE SIDE of the drop off line to run into the school and use the toilet. She told me I had to drive around and park in the regular lot, which was impossible since the buses were leaving and there’s a cop that stops traffic from getting into the lot during that process. Thank goodness for gas station bathrooms. But seriously. I thought I was going to shit myself.
5 hours out of my day to go to one hospital appointment. Seriously.
I left the house at 10am, for an 11am appointment, the trains were all cancelled and delayed because of problems with signals on the line, I eventually gave up and joined the taxi queue at the station at 10.50, and luckily ended up sharing with a nice man who was also going to the hospital. We got there for 11.20 but since the clinic was already running late, wasn’t seen till nearly 1pm. No, I hadn’t remembered to bring a book. Yes, the walls were so thick I had no service on my phone. Yes, the waiting room was full of fed up toddlers who’d also sat there for over an hour and were loudly losing patience.
Once I was seen, the nurses then wanted to confer with a doctor. So I waited in the consult room for another 20 mins while they failed to find one. Eventually, they told me to make another appointment for a fortnight’s time, which involved waiting in another long queue at another desk.
By 2pm I had escaped the hospital and was on my way back into the city centre, to get the train home. Which, of course, was delayed. 3pm I finally got home, very hungry and thirsty.
And very grateful for my local friends for picking my daughter up from nursery and keeping her for me, because it took me FIVE HOURS to do a round trip for what should have been a 10 min routine appointment.
And this will no doubt happen every fortnight for the next 30 weeks…
I’ve been in Sweden since last June. Turns out that you can’t enter any kind of contract without a “personalnummer”, which I filed for in September.
After many absurd questions which made it pretty clear time and again that the agent in charge hadn’t read the paperwork submitted (no, I’m not a refugee; no, I’m not asking for unemployment subsidy; no, I’m not trying to start a business in Sweden), it’s been denied.
The agent said I was not eligible (didn’t explain why) and that I should apply for a residence permit instead.
I’ve already got a residence permit, it’s called a “Spanish passport” 
I’m supposed to be able to vote in Swedish local elections but I can’t sign up to take Swedish lessons…
So i was in the grocery store and was going to get some eggs. Woman gets there just before me (blocking the entire display with her cart) and opens a carton to check them. So far fine. She goes through them all then opens another carton. I think, “oh she found a broken one”. So far still fine. But then she continues opening new cartons. Huh? I watched her open 14 cartons of eggs. She was picking out the biggest ones she could find from each.
There are worse things in the world. But blocking an entire display for 5 minutes and grabbing all the largest eggs (for what a grand total of maybe 2 ounces more egg?) pushes all of my buttons for selfishness, greed, and not taking others into account at all. All for very little gain. I could have found a way in at any point i’m sure, but i was so amazed at the hubris i just stood and gaped.
When I crochet, I end up incorporating at least a few of my very long hairs into whatever I’m making. Not on purpose, just happens.
Where is “here” ???
Fuck carpenter ants! I wish they were fucking extinct!
Also, go screw a rabid coyote, roofers who disappear in the middle of a job and don’t come back until nagged to do so.
We had a minor water leak a couple of weeks ago. We had seen some slates that we thought had fallen off our roof. We called our roofers to come out and fix it. They showed up, said they were going back to the office to get some matching slates, and didn’t come back. We had to call them several more times before they came back. I had to get Mr. Neville to call them, because I think they were basically ignoring me. (If this was because of my gender, well, sexist pigs should go fuck their mothers, too) Meanwhile, we found carpenter ants in the house. They can come in through water-damaged wood, so I suspect these two events may not be unconnected.
That’s how you personalize it. 
My cats insist that if I am going to knit instead of petting them then I must personalize everything I make with cat hairs. Current project is an off-white afghan so the yellow hairs sort of disappear but the brown tabby ones certainly do stand out.
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That’s not “losing friends.” That’s adding some chlorine to your pool of friends.
You don’t need to work on your hand-eye coordination skills; you need to dragoon a member of your household to act as sous- chef.
Have you ruled out the possibility that they’re trying to smuggle themselves into the country?
OMG, so sloooowly. Piece by tiny piece! Hmm. Could be an interesting basis for some kind of horror movie.
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Where is “here” ???
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Well, if they are carpenter ants, maybe they can help fix the roof for all the trouble they put you through. (:rolleyes: sorry, couldn’t help myself.)
Ah yes, springtime. The birds are singing, the trees are getting buds… and the roads are now ice-free, so that the asshole fuckheads are at their activity again, as they do often on weeknights every single fucking year when there’s no more ice on the roads.
Yes, you’ve heard me complain about them before. These asshole fuckheads get into their car at 10 PM on weeknights, just when I like to lie in bed and prepare for sleep, and prevent me from sleeping by racing around the neighbourhood really really fast in their car, endangering anyone on the road and making a fucking hell of a lot of noise.
I know, people have suggested to me that I wear earplugs. Well, I do have earplugs, but I like to listen to the radio at 10 PM, and I kind of can’t do that with earplugs. I don’t have headphones for the radio (maybe I should get some?) And even if I did wear earplugs and couldn’t hear the assholes in their car outside, I’d still have anxiety knowing that they’re still out there being dangerous and idiotic.
Maybe instead of whining about them all the time, I should actually do something. A friend suggested calling public security. Maybe I should try to get their license plate number in advance.
Also, I need a more creative term for these people other than “asshole fuckheads.” I was thinking “joyriders,” but that’s not derogatory enough.
Organ donors?
One handful of caltrops would solve all your problems. It would cause a whole new set of problems, but the old ones would be gone.
***SpazCat *does not advocate throwing caltrops out in the road.
I wonder what French is for “Stop Sticks”.