This is uber-petty, especially in light of that, but … I finally shook out the ol’ (metaphorical) piggy bank and bought myself some new undies, since Victoria’s Secretwas having a sale. I was loving the new bandanna-type patterns they offered. And goddammit. One of the things I like best about VS panties - as opposed to cheap 3-packs of Hane’s or whatever - is that the pattern goes all the way through, as opposed to just printed on the outside.
Well. *Liked. Went. * Dammit, those stripes really helped hide all sorts of teensy stains and things, and now I’m looking at this expanse of (currently) snowy WHITE COTTON instead of the pretty stripes and patterns they used to have, and I haz a very tiny little sad. If I was going to get cheap printed panties, I would have bought actually-cheap printed panties and saved myself a buck or two for lunch.
Carol, so sorry to hear about your friend.
In the past 10 years, I’ve had a couple of kids, paid for childcare, gone to grad school, and generally haven’t had the funds for travel. Now, the kids are in school full time, everyone has a good job, and we have some disposable income, so we’ve been making plans for a proper summer vacation.
However.
Apparently, plane tickets cost a whole lot more than I remember. I just don’t know if we can swing the vacation we’ve been daydreaming about. Nothing crazy extravagant - a week in Paris - but holy fuck. $6000 on plane tickets??? Mama’s going to need to put in some overtime.
Are you flying First Class or something? I suppose I have no idea from where you’re starting your journey, but I can fly from LAX to Paris for under $1000 a person (I saw it for $800 a few weeks ago and regularly see sales under $700 round trip). Heck, even these “Premium Economy” seats are less than you’re saying. You could do Paris and Prague, with air, for under $1200.
Shop around. Use Kayak.com, sign up for the TravelZoo newsletter, but for the love of God and all things holy, don’t pay $6000 for plane tickets.
Well, fuck. We came back from an out-of-town wedding last weekend, sat down tired on the couch to relax after the trip and watch the gazillion things we record on Sundays (Game of Thrones, Simpsons, Worst Cooks, and I don’t even remember what-all else) to find …
… a completely pooped-out DVR. No worky at all. Had to wait till this afternoon for the technician (luckily Mr. Shoe has today off or I don’t know how long it would have taken) and WE LOST ALL OUR RECORDED STUFF. Hours upon hours of Secrets of a Restaurant Chef, Raising Hope, Family Guy … all our favorites. I had a feeling we would, too - if I didn’t know ahead of time that Game of Thrones is on HBO’s on-demand, I would have cried.
As it is … we may be getting a Hulu account or something to get caught back up on everthing we’ve been missing.
And yeah, fuck cancer. One third of the Geek Squad (my son and his two best friends. The name is really apt) has a tumor. A brain tumor. Surgery Tuesday and hopes, wishes, and atheist prayers for the best. This shouldn’t happen to anyone, but especially not to funny, bright, mischievous 14-year-old boys. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
And my daughter and brother have had to cancel plans to come in for Easter.
So…Mom had her knee replaced yesterday. This morning, I called her cell to see how she was doing. Went to VM. Probably sleeping, what with all the pain meds and all.
So I leave a message.
Me: Hi Mom, it’s me. Hope you feelin
VM: If you are satisfied with your message, please press…
How the fuck could I be satisfied with the message?? I was still talking when you cut me off. It was one and a half seconds. Why does this ‘if you are satisfied with your message’ bullshit even exist?
[spoiler]The ‘period panties’ fell apart, huh? I feel your pain…I’ve gotten tired of the worn-out panties, so I’ve ended up buying dark or black panties for those occasions.
My mother has a totally different problem; she can’t wear anything unless it has a white cotton (dye-free) crotch. She also loves VS panties, but in the past it was a real struggle to find anything that didn’t have a pattern on the inside. She’s also very tall, meaning that the current style of VS panty is too low-riding for her.[/spoiler]
I know about the insurance thing. I would really, really like to check into getting some help for the blusing I’m doing right now. I know part of it is menopause, with a family suicide and the sudden death of a fellow Booster Club member thrown in. I don’t know if a Doc in the Box will write for that kind of thing.
I’m working at the city census this year, which means spending about four to five hours a day walking - so how the hell did I just GAIN two pounds? WTF, body?
My body. I pit my body. Wtf life!?!!! I have lice. I found this out after I had my apartment checked for bedbugs. Don’t have bed bugs, but I have thousands of small cockroaches. No big deal, majority of cockroaches aren’t that harmful. But nooo, can’t just stop there and be good. Helllllll fucking no. Found out I have lice. Have probably had them for weeks and not noticed. Head lice AND BODY LICE. fuck. fuck.fuck. Nothing is worse than wondering why your boobs and arms are also itching when you have head lice. I go into the bathroom take off my clothes, get a close light and look down and see these little tiny black insects crawling on my breasts, my arms, my FACE. Ok, not freaking out yet, because I had already freaked out two days ago when I found out I had head lice. I didn’t know at that time that there are multiple kinds of lice and you can be infected with them at the same time. So assuming this is head lice I pull them off, wash them down the drain. This seems to be a never ending process. So because I haven’t slept in two? days I am feeling slightly reckless and I go and get the bottle of Nix and I put it all over my chest and arms and legs.
Wait 10 minutes.
Look down. PANIC. FEAR. CRAZE. No longer little black bugs, but fucking giant (in comparison) body lice. AHHHHHHHHHH. Cry. Only I can’t stop and cry because I have fucking insects all over me!!! So I wait there another 15 minutes staring at these damn things because I want the Nix to be able to kill the motherfuckers and that means leaving them on my skin even though I can see them. Terrifying. Terrifying. Absolutely fucking terrifying. I don’t know how I remained calm. I think I have been through so much in the past few days with tests and stress and bug worry that I can no longer feel anything. Even the panic was short lived. I got myself the fuck out of that apartment though. And now I am posting, waiting for tomorrow’s nightmare to begin. I really wish I could sleep. I have gotten three hours in the past three? days.
I live alone, no one to help me get them off. I am afraid to go to friends and family because I do not want to infest them too. I am going to the vet tomorrow because lucky me I get hit with guilt because my poor, sweet dog has them too even though I give her K9 Advantix every month. Got her Frontline today but FUCK LICE they were still on her so I hand picked/combed them off. My poor poor dog. I would rather have a billion lice than her have one. I am never living in this goddamned apartment complex again.
Same here! I only wear skinny jeans now, which I never really liked, because I got sick and tired of trying on thirty pairs of bootcuts to find some that I could crouch in without showing my pale asscrack to the world. For whatever reason, I have never found a pair of skinny jeans that want to be 14 year old emo pants. On the bright side, there are some skinny jeans out there that feel like pajama pants
Why is the fucking Securities & Exchange website so slow the past couple of days? It’s taking minutes to display a proxy statement, except when it’s just timing out. I need this website to do my job. FIX IT. FUCKING FIX IT, YOU LAZY SHITHEADS. What the fuck is the matter with you people?
There doesn’t even seem to be anything on Twitter about it.
Fuck my body, and fuck the evolutionary process that gave us pain to warn us something was wrong with our body.
I’m 31 years old, and for the past 18 years I have had exactly 4 days when I wasn’t in some kind of pain. Not minor pain either. Not even moderate pain. I’m talking about pain that would drop most people to their knees.
Migraines. Cluster headaches so bad that I lose vision in one eye. Joints that swell up and feel like they’re being squeezed in a vice. Chipped teeth from grinding them in my sleep. Bone aches where it feels like my muscles are trying to compress my bones into diamonds. Chest aches that scare me and make me wonder if this will be the big one. (I had my first heart attack at 15.) Back pain so bad that sometimes curling into a fetal position is the only way to ease it.
I’m just so tired of it, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it, without becoming addicted to morphine. (The only thing that has touched some of the pain I’m in.) Back when I did have insurance it didn’t do any good. Docs said there wasn’t any cause for the pain, or that they couldn’t figure out what it was. Some of them wanted to put me on pain meds, but I have an addictive personality and don’t want that. I want to be fixed damnit!
I had a feeling we would, too - if I didn’t know ahead of time that Game of Thrones is on HBO’s on-demand, I would have cried.