I’m sorry to hear that MissTake. Here’s to hoping that you get good news soon. And remember, it’s not your fault that someone dies, but a blessing that they were kind enough to be a doner.
Came out on my leafy suburban street this morning, only to notice the BMW 3-series parked two doors up, resting on blocks with all four wheels gone.
I don’t know the owner, but I’ve gotta sympathize with them, presumbly stepping out to go to work this morning and finding that.
Also kinda annoyed with myself. I’ve been pretty insomniac lately and was up and wandering around in the house between 2 and 3 in the morning, but didn’t see or hear anything,even though it was only about a hundred feet away.
Damn, MissTake, sorry about the dialysis and all the ups and downs that come with it. Sending positive thoughts and vibes and such your way. My dad and step sister were 4 days away from their scheduled double surgery when a 100% match cadaver kidney became available. Yes, a good man died, but saved my sister a kidney and saved my dad’s life among many others with healthy organs. Here’s hoping yours comes soon.
Start doing it right now! Actually start doing it yesterday! Those assholes need to die in a flaming car wreck that doesn’t involve killing children.
The meds for this increase risks of prostrate cancer, so he’s just going to tough it out.
Moving into the guest room would make me sad, and probably wouldn’t help me sleep because then the cats come in and walk all over me while trying to figure out where to sleep in this new and different bed. Not only that, they do it one at a time, so just as I am going back to sleep, another one comes in. After they are done, the hounds come in, and Buttercup breaths in my face until I wake up and give them permission to get on the bed. And then Hubs comes in to ask if I’m mad and what is wrong. WHAT IS WRONG IS THAT ITS 3AM AND I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO GET TWO HOURS OF SLEEP IN A ROW!
I get what you are saying, and I know people who sleep separately, but we are still in the newly wed stage. Kinda. I LIKE sleeping with him. This should only last for 4 or 5 months.
I’ll bet I’ll sleep better in jail because I smothered him with his pillow! Yes, I do have guns, but shooting him in the middle of the night would not work well. It would upset the cats, the sheets and blankets would get messy and just about when I went back to sleep, the neighbors would call the cops who would then wake me up AGAIN!
Well, hell. Gives you an internet hug and sends good wishes your way.
I’m with flatlined in this, that’s a reason to go with that driver. I’d even call the local cops and ask if they could park a patrol car nearby. Police love excuses to write tickets, and this is a very good one.
Share the bed but not the sheets for a while. We’ve done that and it works out well, there’s still cozy sharing and access for fun stuff, but when one is stifling and the other freezing there’s much less blanket wrangling. Actually what works best for us is sharing a sheet but having separate top layers.
Yes, this is what my husband and I do as well! Separate blankets, shared sheet.
Best solution: two single size duvets with duvet covers. You can snuggle and toss and turn to your heart’s content.
Come to think of it, I need to do that!
I went to a “neighborhood safety” meeting at my apartment building last night, and I realized I live among some of the displaced residents of Pawnee, Indiana, judging by their ludicrous complaints.
We had two security officers give a presentation on crime statistics in the area, and when they opened up the floor to questions and concerns, I was dumbfounded at some of the things that came out of their mouths.
We have two gates at the entrance of the complex - one for residents (activated via a button on a keychain fob provided by the complex) and one for guests (opened via a callbox, stationed right in front of the gate). One guy was livid… LIVID that some cars wait near the members’ gate and “piggyback” behind cars that open the gate via intended means. Problem is, there’s no way to prevent people from doing so. If you make the gate close faster, you risk personal injury or damage.
Another person suggested that the security guard go around and write down all the license plates of the cars parked in the complex to keep a log. We’re a 20+ building area, fairly spread out. Given the fact that people come-and-go at all hours, this would be a nigh-impossible task.
A third person talked about how, he saw a car driving around (seemingly lost - once again, my complex is pretty big), so he started following behind the car, tailing it. Eventually, the “stranger” started following the pursuer right back (still unsure as to how that happened), but the resident went into a long tirade as to how he didn’t feel safe, and he was worried for his safety, since the distance from his car to his front door was too great for him to feel like he could make it there unharmed. The entire time he was speaking, I kept thinking of Zimmerman / Martin.
The only thing that made it bearable was the fact that I’ve befriended one of the apartment managers since moving in, and I eventually moved to the back (where he was sitting) as we laughed at some of the “complaints.” I muttered to him that I found a sandwich sitting by the pool and I demanded to know why it didn’t have mayonnaise - he almost lost it.
And damn. I thought I was pretty much done with this stuff. Second round of steroids just wrapping up, had gone pain med free since Saturday except for some to get to sleep Sunday night, and it’s flaring up all over again.
Didn’t help I suppose that I came in to work today to discover some jackass had scheduled me for a meeting well before the time I was scheduled to come in tomorrow, and it’s to discuss them insisting on doing something I already said NO FUCKING WAY to, and includes my boss. :smack:
This. My uncle died last week; I’m still trying to decide if it’s callous or just weird that, knowing it was from the kind of stuff where they usually can use some parts (heart attack, no other known conditions, his home is about 7 blocks from the hospital), I hope they could. We’re all going to die; leaving some spares in good hands is kind of a last neener-neener.
It’s too bad that “eye for an eye” isn’t an option for these three sociopaths who stabbed a young moose to death in an Anchorage park. WTF kind of assholes think it’s fun to torture and kill a young animal?
Dear Co-worker.
I explained when I came in that I’m very sore again. It should have been obvious that I’m in a very pissy mood.
So what the fuck makes you think the following are good ideas;
- Ask me repeatedly about a calendar issue in late June. Listen to me tell you FIVE MOTHERFUCKING TIMES that I changed the calendar because I’m on vacation the last week of June, first week of July. Continue to ask me why then there’s an issue with the calendar, making it very fucking clear you haven’t listened to any of my five attempts to explain that there is no fucking issue, the calendar is correct.
- Ping me repeatedly with your usual non-sequitor bullshit that I always answer “?” to because I have no fucking clue what you’re on about. Stop fucking assuming I’m reading the exact same emails or news stories you are, at the exact same moment, and I magically know exactly what your two word ping with zero context is all about.
- Look, I’m fucking busy. I told you that. I’m also really hurting and really pissy. Shut the fuck up and leave me alone for the day, m’kay? Don’t keep wandering into my cube to ask me about different things or comment on news stories, especially after the first three times when I gave you dark looks, a heavy sigh, and showed you how overwhelmed I was with the shit I’m working on.
It isn’t professional, so I won’t say it out loud, but sincerely: FUCK OFF ALREADY.
And really, that’s the on-going one that is really pissing me off.
Got pinged after lunch. Entire ping was “no?”
“no?” FUCKING WHAT? Learn to put some fucking CONTEXT into your communications. I don’t have time to play games with you about what the fuck you’re trying to talk to me about.
Ping nonsense back at him. Amuse yourself or you’ll just keep getting irritated. I think your next ping replies should be:
Mashed potatoes
Skidmarks
It’s at the supermarket
Not yesterday
The fan is on high
See what he does with those!
Not* my* cats. Time for the midnight run!
Awesome idea!
If you’re feeling too down to think up random cleverness, how about using a Magic 8 Ball? “Situation cloudy.”
Don’t look at it like that. What you get to do is wait until some incredibly generous person gives the last and greatest gift they can ever give, and then honor their generosity forever by making the world a better place to live in. It’s a honor to live up to, not a guilt trip.
And on the funny side.
Got up this morning, took a shower, walked into my room and flopped backwards on my bed. Maggie came up and laid next to me with both her paws on my left shoulder. I turned to her and said “Hi pretty kitty”. She immediately looked over her shoulder and around, exactly like a human does when they’re giving you that “who are you talking to, because it can’t be me!” routine.
It was just so human, and so funny. I didn’t expect that from my cat.
Prostate. Unless there is some form of cancer that makes you lie flat on your stomach.
