Aw, Gus 'tis full of rants

The BBQ Pit
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I’d like to have a word with my mom. I know, I know. I’ve done this before.But I’m doin’ it again. I was on vacation with my mom and the rest of my family this last week. We went to the beach and rented this beautiful beach house. It was actually quite awesome. Mom was surprisingly easy to deal with. BUT, Friday I got stung by a stingray while teaching my son to surf. The pain was excruciating. Luckily the barb didn’t get stuck, but I couldn’t freaking walk and my foot was gushing blood. When the bleeding stopped, it swelled up and the veins around the wound turned purple like some freakish sci-fi movie.

The coast guard was kind enough to give me a ride back to the house, where my mom was relaxing. So I hobbled in and thank goodness my husband was there. See, my complaint isn’t that I got stung by a stingray. The pain was awful, but the good thing about a stingray sting is that if you don’t have the barb still in your skin, the pain is almost completely gone a few hours later if you’re lucky. I was very lucky and was back out on the beach several hours later (though not in the water again).

My complaint is that my mom didn’t get off her fucking ass or stop watching TV for a damn second even after I hobbled in, then sat down and cried in pain. It hurt even worse than when I had shingles. In my eye. Even worse than the 28 hours of unmedicated childbirth during my 33.5 hour labor with my son.

But she couldn’t be bothered to stop watching the fucking Price is Right. Or to help me change the scalding hot water I had to keep my foot to help get the venom to break down. Or to watch my 18-month old nephew so my sister could take a shower. Instead I hobbled around, trying (and often failing) not to cry to replace my hot water and watch my nephew to prevent him from falling down the stairs while my husband ran to the pharmacy to get me bandages and antibiotic ointment, then came back to help watch my nephew. Thanks mom for all the fucking help and consideration.

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She’s clearly smart - smart enough that I’d worry about her learning to use the computer. You might want to install some software to make sure she doesn’t wander off to the wrong sorts of web sites. They do grow up so fast you know. :wink:

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Aww, kitten typing!!!
I finally have a phone with a version of Android capable of running Firefox. I’m a big fan of the desktop version of Firefox, so I was very eager to try out its mobile version. I had read several complaints on this board regarding font size issues…and GEEZ, they weren’t kidding! :frowning: The font size goes up and down from one post to the next; emoticons are barely visible. None of the settings appear to have any affect on the problem. If it wasn’t for the extensive add-on selection, I would uninstall it immediately. Hell, it won’t even let me manage my bookmarks.

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Don’t want kitty porn turning up in your browser’s search history.

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Had a Bertie (1990-March 2007), who was a victim of that poisoned cat food crap.

Man, is she ravenous. I gave her some Salmon&Shrimp food when I got up. After my shower I gave her some Chicken&Liver. She demanded more. I am still a bit nervous about that after losing Bertie and Coffee (a kitten) back then.

I gave her a little bit of turkey breast. Not enough. Made myself a roast Beef & Swiss sandwich, gave her two small pieces of beef, torn up. Vacuumed them up like nothing and came to jump in my face over the sandwich. Gave her two small pieces of that. Was still demanding more.

When I got dressed, I called her over and let her come into my bedroom. Had been holding off on that to see about the box thing. Laid on the bed, arms and feet off so she could see I was there. She walked around it peeping, so I mewed back at her. Finally came up, looked around, and plopped down laid out next to me. Then, having shown me that she knew what the bed was for, she came crawling on my face. :smiley:

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I think you do indeed have a fuzzy new overlord (overlady?). :slight_smile:

overly, your mom kind of sucks, but I suspect you already knew that.

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Minor rant:

I wear a visor in the summer. I seem to often get small flies flying right under my visor brim. So annoying! I’m worried they’ll get into my eyes. I wish I had a magical visor that automatically zapped any flies that appeared under it.

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I feel like crap today for no reason I can see - the barometer is stable, I have done my meds, I actually am well rested and had a nice breakfast and lunch. :frowning:

mrAru is talking about us reupping our dive certs for a scuba and snorkle vacation in 2015 down in the Florida Keys. He found a state park on one of the keys that has a handicapped accessible rental cottage and a dive boat with a chair lift, which is a good thing. Buying the new dive gear I would need is not a good thing. :frowning:

Polling the kitchen:
4 metal and enamel colanders of the pierced with holes type, set of nesting mesh colanders, mesh skimmersort of thing I use with mysoy milk maker, more traditional set of mesh strainers of graduated sizes, mesh china cap, food mill with pestle, small tea mesh ball, large mesh tea ball that I use to hold herbs when I make soups or stocks, small cheese form and large cheese form and atofu block mold.

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I am clearly outclassed! :wink:

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Last night my right ear was practically swelling shut. Ow.

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Yeah I probably should have but I thought it would be cool to have a hot girl as a friend. And it would be if I didn’t feel so jealous and rejected around her. It might work and it might not. But I wish she would just let me hit it.

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Blah.

Last night at work sucked donkey balls. I finally left after 11.5 hours on my sprained knee - wasn’t limping at all when I got there, and was limping badly with the thing throbbing even while sitting by the end of the night. Better today after ibuprofen and ice, but dang I hoped it would be better than this more than three weeks later.

After a lovely night with a large team of 5 people, three of whom are still in training and two of whom are really inexperienced, I was ready to push them out a window. Six euthanasias and 2 hospitalizations of pets with guarded prognoses and owners who were dumping large cash down what I expect to turn into black holes, I just don’t want to get off the couch today. The last two things I did before finally ending my shift were to have a client visit his little neurologic/vestibular doggie to say goodnight, with him telling me she is the light of his life, and to do a euthanasia for a guy’s 17.5 year old kitty with kidney failure. It was time, and he was doing the right thing, and when (dudes especially) clients start to cry over their dead pet, for whom they’re doing the totally right thing at the right time and they’re obviously devoted, I have to go home, hug mine, and cry a little too. Then I get a headache. :frowning:

Blah.

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Thank you for doing the work you do. I have had to make that decision far too often over the years with the ferrets I owned (happy owner of two rabbits now), and I have nothing but good words about the vet staffers who were there in various capacities.

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Your new kitten posts are making me happy. I’m glad you decided to give her a shot with you in your home. Growing kittens eat a lot - I wouldn’t be surprised if she put away anywhere from 8-12 ounces of canned food a day (the larger cans that are 5.5 or 6 ounces - my shelter’s foster program recommends offering up to two cans a day for kittens, fine if they don’t eat it all of course, but better a little overfed when growing than under) I usually recommend allowing kittens to eat all they want until about 6 months of age and then assess whether they need help curbing their appetite. Some self-regulate fine, and some not so much, but up to six months or so they need more food than you would think they could/should be able to stuff into their little tummies.

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Aww! Congrats on your new feline overlord, Chimera! She kind of looks like a Lucy to me.

I only own one colander and one hand-held strainer thingy. I don’t know if I’m cool enough to hang out here…

Completely minor rant. I’m three weeks into 10 weeks of English composition classes to get my English requirements out of the way for my degree. I’m realizing now that I really don’t like to write anymore. I used to love to write. I wrote all these silly stories in middle and high school, and I loved my composition classes. Now it just feels like a chore.

I have to write a persuasive argument paper on something… anything… as long as it can be backed up with facts. And I have no idea what I want to write about. Sigh. The rough draft isn’t due until next week so I have some time, but I don’t like waiting until the last minute either. At least I don’t have to take a speech class. That really would be torture.

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Well, dang. Compaired to aruvqan, I’m not cool enough to hang here either :frowning:

Dr. G, I know we aren’t supposed to do other people’s homework for them, but your paper would be very easy for me to write. If you want to write about how TTNR is the most humane way to deal with feral cats, I can send you a bunch of links. (If you want me to write the paper, I will do that, as long as you promise to never tell anyone.)

I’m pretty sure you have things you preach about. You are probably bored with them because you have said the same things over and over. Pick one of them and just go for it. Imagine yourself standing on a soap box and using your mouth like a 2 dollar whore. You already know your stuff, getting cites shouldn’t be hard.

Overly how did you end up such a good person when the woman who raised you is such a bitch?

My rant: Bill sent me a sony e-reader before I had foot surgery many years ago. I love it. I’ve used it so much that some of the control labels are worn off, but that doesn’t matter because I know what they do.

2 and a half years ago, I was showing my reader to a dieing friend, and she expressed a wish for a reader of her own, so I bought her a kindle. She died before I was able to give it to her. I still miss her so much.

So, my local library has the latest Jim Butcher book, but its only available in kindle format. I dug out the kindle, reset it and charged it up. Oh, the book is only available to download by USB. That’s OK, that’s how my sony was.

I downloaded it to my desktop and its in an unrecognized format. I finally got frustrated and asked Bill to fix it. He set things up so I could down load the book properly, but its not available now because I already checked it out.:smack:

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I can’t think of any examples from my own life right now, but yours reminded me of how, sometimes, life seems like a really petty, mundane version of those computer adventure games where you have to overcome a series of obstacles in order to reach some seemingly easy objective.

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My husband has a Facebook friend who posts the funniest fucking things I’ve ever heard (my husband reads them aloud). I want to friend this guy just so I can read the funny shit he posts. But that would be weird. He was my husband’s best friend in elementary school and they haven’t seen each other since; also we have a toddler and I’m the toddler’s mom so he’d get irritated (and post something funny) about all the damn pictures of the toddler. So I guess I’ll just have to make do with second-hand funny. Sigh.

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Awww, she is adorable.

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Fuck cancer. Currently up drinking with my husband, because we can’t sleep after the call that told him his sister lost her long fight. It’s not as much the news - she had been fighting on and off for years and was just recently doing very poorly - but the semi-hysterical late-night call from another sister that woke us from slumber.

But fuck cancer. She was my husband’s “twin” even though they were separated by over a dozen years, and she was an ally of mine in their dysfunctional family, and we loved her dearly. She was fiercely intelligent and unapologetic about her beliefs and funny.

Hurrah for modern medicine which let her fight it for several years with much healthy and active time between the periods of disease, playing an advanced version of whack-a-mole when it popped up in her salivary glands, then breasts (twice), brain, and elsewhere, finally settling in her lungs. She got to see her son grow to adulthood, and advance in her career, and spend time with her fantastic husband. And hurrah for the wonderful hospice that she was in while she was hovering between recovery and passing on, and the excellent staff.

Fuck cancer.