Damn, Ferret Herder, I’m so sorry. She sounds like a really cool person to have known, your husband was lucky to have her for a sister. And thanks, too, for your encouraging words earlier. OK, I’m pouring a little bourbon with a nod in your direction.
I think I may need to change my user name to*** colander queen***. (I do lapidary and I have a tumbler so lots of straining and that’s not including the cooking ones) If you really want to know I could count them but I don’t want anyone to feel inadequate (and it’s cold and dark and there be spidy’s in my shed). Oh and 2 cats and 1 rabbit and we all know that a rabbit is worth 3 cats.
Cite:http://www.flickr.com/photos/madrabbitwoman/8605295922/
Dear program coordinators and all other non-profit staff not in development:
Do you REALIZE how important program evaluations are to keeping an organization running? It’s not like foundations just hand out money no strings attached. We have to prove that the programs were effective. We do that with reports. The reports contain DATA. I can’t report properly missing an entire semester of data and a ridiculous number of incomplete post-tests. AND the data is delivered to me in raw form in multiple formats? AND the completed survey forms that were supposed to be waiting for me on my desk today are nowhere to be found, because you apparently didn’t get them finished and rather than calling and explaining that on Friday, you’re just leaving me a nice surprise for Monday morning.
Are you fucking kidding me??!!
Ferret Herder, I’m sorry for your loss. Indeed, fuck cancer. 
Sorry for your loss, Ferret Herder.
Thanks all, I think we’ll be OK, but I feel terrible for my husband. He says he felt like a part of his self was ripped out when he learned the news. She really was his twin in many ways.
(Oh, and fuck late night phone calls. I’d rather hear at 5 am than at 11:30 pm. At least we’d have gotten a good night’s sleep.)
Now I have to figure out how to juggle work with whenever the wake will be. I think I’m going in tomorrow early and then leaving that night, then returning Thursday night and going back to work Friday. And I’m still trying to get in touch with someone who’s supposed to come in to monitor our data Thursday and Friday, to cancel that, because I won’t be ready. I don’t get bereavement leave for a sister-in-law but I have PTO days.
Please no one else die on us this year. I had a beloved uncle die in the spring (who actually saved me from drowning when I was little), then my husband’s mother and now one of his sisters.
{{Ferret Herder}}
((Ferret Herder))
Thanks for the offer, flatlined, but I think I figured out what I’m gonna write about. It came to me when I was blowing off steam at work today, but that rant goes in the other thread. Not sure what the connection was between the two, but I’ll take it.
I’m going to write about why kids should be vaccinated and what not vaccinating is doing to the herd immunity. LavenderBlue will be proud of me! 
The kids across the street - I’m pretty sure if they actually were being murdered, they wouldn’t be screaming any more than they already do. The older boy is about five, the younger about two - I’m hoping that as the younger one gets a bit older, he’ll just start beating the shit out of his brother instead of just screaming. But then they’ll both probably start screaming. Sigh.
And you even know where to start for your cites! 
Are you developmentally delayed? As in, are you clinically diagnosed as retarded? Because good Christ, you are tiresome!
(((Ferret Herder))) I’m so sorry for your loss.
Why are you being so mean to her? This is a mini-rant thread, her mini-rant is valid, this bothers her, so she ranted about it. If you don’t like the thread because some posters aren’t as entertaing as you would like, you don’t have to read it. Or, you could just put her on ignore and then she would never bother you again.
EmilyG now that I’m in the land of misqutoes can kill you, I’ve found that DEET spray helps a lot with the bugs. Put your sunscreen on first, then whatever makeup you wear and then spray your face with DEET. Eyes closed, of course. Looks sternly at you, you are wearing sunscreen, right?
Hurray for finding a good subject, Dr. G. You are going to get an A, specially if you ask for cites.
Chimera, how’s it going with your new feline overlord?
Wow lady - I cannot even imagine the amount of skill it must have taken to park that little car in the absolute perfect spot between gas pump islands so that all four hoses are unavailable to the rest of us. This skill was only topped by the absolute assholishness of wandering off and leaving the car there, without pumping any gas. I waited, because I really didn’t want to have to back up the trailer, but eventually I had to do just that since, you know, I wanted to get home.
So, to the station across the street. Ah, this guy is just hanging up the pump! Uh gramps? There are other people in the world besides you, and sitting in your car front of the pump while those other people are waiting to get gas while you balance your checkbook, sort your receipts, make a sandwich, write a novel or whatever the fuck you are doing other than driving the hell away - not cool.
There are sixty four million, four hundred twenty three thousand, two hundred and one goat felching brainless goddam tourists on the 5 between San Francisco and LA, and every last one of you gape jawed yahoos is in my fucking way!!! I’ve been on the road for almost two goddam weeks, I smell, my van reeks - I don’t care if you are on vacation, PAY ATTENTION TO THE WORLD AROUND YOU.
Jaysus H Keerist. It shouldn’t take half an hour to buy gas.
I wonder if just spraying the hat brim would help, if she’s like me and has an aversion to putting stuff on her face? (Now, there’s another mini-rant. I just turned 43 on August 1st and still have acne, dammit. I don’t put anything but meds on my face, and foundation rarely, when the weather, special occasions, and my oily-ass pores permit. Dammit.)
You know that if you get some string and some corks…
Umm, excuse me? :mad::mad: I don’t think I’m any more tiresome than anyone else in this thread. I don’t even rant all the time, or anything. And yes, those bugs are annoying. And no, I’m not retarded at all. :mad:
Thank you, flatlined.
I melted my colander last night. One of these days I will learn not to set things on the stove…
Or maybe not have so much crap on the counter that the only place to set something IS the stove…
Or to take just a little bit more time while cooking supper…
So that’s what happened to colander.
Ooh, been there. Turned a burner on to heat some water, stepped out for a smoke…came back in, and the plastic spoon rest was flaming and dripping down into the stovetop and the place was filled with nasty, black smoke. Lessons to me 1) don’t leave plastic stuff on the cooktop and 2) turn on the right burner.
My turn…months of injury-free running bliss, and then freaking Sunday hurt my ankle somehow. Not that I’m clueless as to how it happened; running on rocky hills presents some risk. I just don’t remember the instant it occurred, it’s been getting worse since Sunday evening.
Shit. Going to the Dr. to see what the deal is, hopefully I won’t have to sit out too long.
Good god, don’t do this. Spray it in your hands and rub it on your face. Don’t spray directly on your face.