For everyone here going through tough times, a comment overheard in a greasy spoon diner this morning:
“Those crazy barn kittens. Every time the goats get ready to go out to the pasture, all them kittens gather around the goats, then follow along up that path to the high pasture. So the damn goats are eating away, and here are two dozen little kitties standing around watching. Actually, looks like the kits are standing guard. Then, when the goats are done eating, the kittens trot along right next to their hooves, all the way back down to the barn”.
The appliance gremlins have attacked*, the children have lost their minds**, and I can’t wait for my husband to recover just a little bit more, so that I don’t feel guilty when I have the urge to kill a crippled man***!
*Honest to Dog. In the past few days: the refrigerator quit cooling, the dryer won’t start, the dishwasher went kaput, the kitchen faucet started leaking (yeah, not an appliance - sue me,) the ceiling fan in the bedroom quit rotating, and the microwave/range hood will ‘hood,’ but not heat. What the everloving fuck did I do to piss off the household gods?!
** Two adolescents still at home, welcome to Hormone Hell. One 21-year-old girl, engaged, having this week’s relationship crisis and scaring me to death with sobbing, incoherent phone messages. And the 3-year-old, who is a force of nature. Hurricane Lily. She hasn’t yet mooned the mailman, but she did go streaking through the back yard yesterday, and mooned our 80-year-old neighbors. Today’s adventures included (but weren’t limited to) painting the great Pyrenees with chocolate pudding.
Thank God the eldest is all boring and steady and responsible and nerdy and stuff. And that the baby is still as cute as a button, and not quite up to Lily’s standards of mischief yet.
***Five months into his recovery from a car wreck, poor Tony is at the “sick and tired of hurting and convalescing” stage. I feel for him. I really do. The infection in his leg set his recovery back by at least a month, maybe two. Six weeks of oral and IV antibiotics did a number on his gut. And now, after five months, it’s finally time to start scheduling surgeries on his hip, shoulder, and elbow. Maybe other stuff. And physical therapy - lots of therapy. But he has been the bitchiest bitch who ever bitched for the past few days. And I feel guilty for wanting to hit him with a baseball bat. So he really needs to stop doing shit that makes me want to hit him with a baseball bat…
****Bonus: The dogs are being assholes, too. And the trucks are both acting stupid - new radiator last week, new starter on the other next week. Gah.
Four hours of sleep. Thanks, felines. Specifically, Dot.
Around an hour ago she started tearing around the house like her ass was on fire. She pounced on my head. Attacked my feet. Knocked over a laundry basket. Fell into/jumped into a sink full of dishes.
The first storm of the year is rolling in, I’m thinking that’s what set her off.
I gave her some calming drops, but they haven’t kicked in yet.
Bah.
Thanks, digs, for the best overheard remark of the year.
And thanks, Lacunae Matata, for helping me to appreciate the peacefulness of my life. I am so sorry for what you are enduring, but at least you are still able to write about it here and amuse the rest of us. Good luck with everything.
Our house in AZ got hit by a microburst yesterday. From what we understand by the pics and reports from friends, the deadbolt locked storm door got blown out which destroyed the back door frame. The sun room is destroyed and there is roof damage. Oh, and a couple of trees blew down and took out several sections of fence.
Damnit! The place is insured, but this is going to be such a pain.
If the flipping microburst had blown 10 feet to the right, it would have just taken out the barn and some trees. 10 feet to the left and it would have blown the house into OZ. But nooooo…it had to do enough damage that repairs have to happen right away instead of allowing us to just pay someone with a bull dozer to come out and clean everything up.
There were many bad words said last night and more are happening today as we get more pics and reports.
Problem with that solution is that they will just turn their radio up. I know I posted about this before, but I can’t find it now. Sorry for repeating myself.
I used to walk through an alley to get to work. The warehouse to the right and houses to the left. One elderly and very deaf neighbor left a radio in his shed on, and it was playing light classical music.
I thought it was wonderfully random to walk out into an alley and hear a guitar concerto, and also assumed that the very deaf neighbor didn’t know that he had left a radio going, so never said anything. If I had, he would have shut it off right away.
A couple of weeks later, one of the renting neighbors got annoyed and started having music wars with the very nice deaf guy. The problem with having music wars with a deaf guy is that he always wins.
When the music war guy got so loud that the windows in the warehouse were shaking a different neighbor called the police. After all the excitement, I walked into the alley and heard a beautiful piano and harp piece playing.
The cable is out. I want to watch Doctor Who. It’s the only TV show I watch on purpose (other than Jon Stewart, which I don’t mind missing). And the cable is not working. :mad:
I looked it up and it is supposed to be on again at 10. So… hopefully it’s back by then?
If not… well, my world will come crashing down and I’ll cry myself to sleep and call in to work tomorrow because of the grief and fall into a deep, irreversible depression and include “All I wanted was to watch my TV show” in the suicide note.
I am so happy that you are having first world problems again SD. I’m really grinning happily at your rant.
For those who don’t know…homeless people don’t often complain about TV shows. You need to have a place to live and food and stuff before you complain about TV.
So, I’m happy for SD. Back when I was fighting my way out of homelessness, I thought that I had made it when I was able to rent a place with a clothes line. SD has a TV and spare time to enjoy it. HURRAY!!!
On the weekends we put our son to bed right after lunch. Then my husband fucks around for an hour or so and then announces he’s about to go up and have a nap too. Then, about 20 minutes later our son wakes up and now I have to entertain him alone while my husband sleeps for god knows how long. It’s super fucking annoying, because why doesn’t he just go take a nap when we put our son down?
I have friends who are trained to blow things up, why didn’t they get there before the friends with cameras and tarps?!?! BAD FRIENDS!!!
Honestly, it could have been so much worse. If it had happened when I was living there at least one of my cats would have been in the sunroom when the microburst hit. That would have been terrible.
This is actually working out quite nicely for me. Bill knows a lot more than I do about hiring contractors out of state, so he’s already started making calls. Its going to be no time at all before it becomes “his” problem
Before this happened, I called cat and human rescue places to discuss donating the place to them. Its too far from town to be used for fostering or as a safe house. With the housing market the way it is, if we were to donate it to one of them, it would hurt them because then they would be responsible for upkeep and taxes until its sold. The groups I know of need money yesterday, not tomorrow, and they certainly can’t afford to spend money they have today in the hopes of getting more money next week.
So, we can’t sell it, we can’t give it away and we can’t even get a storm to blow it down
digs, since nobody told you, I think you really should know that mental image of the kitties guarding the goats was great.
These last few days, my neighbor who sometimes can be heard yelling “you will hear about this!” time and again has been having his TV so loud I could understand parts of whatever they were saying. I didn’t want to say anything because I had a hunch it was due to some visitor. Apparently it was, volume is back to normal. Phew. Whomever was singing karaoke there should be rammed with the karaoke machine, and I don’t care if it was decent hours - what he was doing to the songs was indecent at any hour.
On another piece of earth-shattering news, today started with a few showers, then the sun came out and started doing its job, and then about 3pm we had a short hailstorm. Why is it that every time there is a hailstorm people say “but it was such a nice day!” and “I can’t believe it, it was HOT!” Newsflash: hailstorms take place in the Spriiiiiing and Suuuuuuumer, the same periods in which we’re most likely to have any other kind of short storm, ok? And they tend to happen when temperatures go up, ok? St Barbara, patroness of storms, do you think you could hit these morons with a clue? Kthxbye! (The clue doesn’t need to be made of ice).
My Spotify list includes punk, post punk, hardcore, Celtic-punk, prog, metal, dirty American rock-n-roll and some feel-good nostalgic 70s and 80s things. On heavy rotation now are the Clash, the Dropkick Murphys, the Bruisers, Rancid, Transplants, Sex Pistols, Blink-182, Jane, and I keep doing searches for Death March but it’s not there.
Why do you send me a weekly “New Music You Would Love” e-mail containing any or all of the following: Gotye, Bieber, Rhianna, Daft Punk, will I am and Brittney shut the fuck up bitch or anything else of that ilk?
Please to be suggesting to me music I like! YOU KNOW what music I like! You can tell how often I play something. WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME WHY WHY WHY?
A couple of people said thanks, but no need. I neither sired the goats, rescued the kittens, nor coordinated the two. I just listened to strangers in a breakfast joint (and tried to keep from saying “Awwwww…”).
If you’re looking for a site to suggest music that may be new to you, I really think Pandora.com is better for that sort of thing. Spotify is better for finding and listening to music you’re already familiar with.
