Post-surgical bloat and constipation is a fucking downer, especially when I’m supposed to be losing weight on a deadline.
Oh well, right now before bed I’m at my pre-surgery morning weight, maybe tomorrow morning I’ll finally get to register some weight loss.
I let myself eat toast and scrambled eggs for dinner and it was OH MY GOD DELICIOUS. That’s how I know I’m on a diet.
I remember toast.
I think baby flipped over during the night again. Which would mean she’s bum-down. Sweet baby Jeebus.
When are you due? Bum-down isn’t really a problem until the very end after all.
29 days.
It’s just there’s these little goddamn feet that find the worst spot and kick and kick and kick. And I’m going mad trying to find a midwife to do some sort of lessons with me, because everyone is booked up and has been all bloody year.
I love the look on his face. “Please get me out of here. I may not kill you in your sleep if you do.”
Is it normal for the US Postal Service in an airport to charge double for a stamp? I sent one postcard from McCarron International in Las Vegas to Canada and she charged me $2.20. That seemed excessive so when I got home I checked online and it turns out an international stamp is $1.10. I e-mailed the USPS website but haven’t had a reply yet. I know airports inflate prices, but isn’t the cost of postage federally regulated?
Was it an extra large postcard? I think there is a surcharge for whatever the P.O. considers “oversized”.
Waitwaitwait … the baby shower is TOMORROW? Crap. This is my husband’s side of the family, and he doesn’t even hafta go. Damn babies, cutting into my holiday weekend and, apparently, kicking you from the inside. (I wouldn’t know; I’m going by what people have posted here.)
In the words of my sister-in-law: “they tell you it’s so cute when the baby kicks… what they don’t tell you is the fuckers spend more than half the pregnancy kicking, elbowing, kneeing and ramming you from the inside! And if they had more pointy body parts, they’d use them!”
Small wonder women at about 7 months of pregnancy are so cranky…
But it’s crowded in there. They’re just trying to make more room.
Yeah. Straight through your cervix. How cute.
This isn’t really a rant since I can’t say I was truly annoyed. Maybe slightly, but also bemused. Plus any annoyance had to be tempered with cultural understanding, or at least tolerance.
The general area where I live has a lot of immigrants. My impression is that the vast majority are white collar occupations but I haven’t actually looked into it. I don’t generally notice except when passing ethnically oriented stores or having to try to parse someone’s accent since normally I don’t notice any difference in behavior. And today it may just have been the person was oblivious rather than it being a cultural issue, but it was the possible cultural aspect that prevented my saying anything.
I went to the pharmacy to pick up my bag-o-meds and a guy was there talking on his phone in another language with several boxes sprawled out all over the counter - virtually covering the entire space. The clerk recognizes me and asks if I’m picking up, I nod and gets my waiting scripts. The man on the phone I don’t think even looks up but does move a few inches as I sidle up to the other side to get close to the cash register. There is a problem I have to discuss with the cashier, we resolve that which takes another minute or so, but the guy is still yammering and hasn’t budged, hasn’t made any attempt to move any of his crap that’s still covering the counter.
I’m only half paying attention to him during this time and for some reason finding it increasingly funny. By the time I’m paying the cashier, I’m almost tempted to chuckle but restrain myself. Had this not been someone who was obviously non-native, I would have assumed they were being horribly rude and said something. Being in a pretty good mood I probably would have diplomatic about it, but I definitely would have opened my yap, just on principle. I didn’t actually care and it wasn’t actually a problem for me, but I know how many people tend to just take things and not say anything and since I have no problems with being an asshole, I tend to feel it’s incumbent on me to speak for them when I’m up to it. But at the same time, I have some idea of what it’s like to be an outsider and be oblivious to the rules, so in cases where I think that’s what’s going on, I don’t like to make assumptions.
Anyway, like I said, not really a rant, more stream of consciousness and just something I wanted to share.
Why do some chords on the ukulele have to be so hard to play? yaarrrrrgh!
Do we have a name for next month’s rant thread? Septembrants?
I…um…that’s not really what I remember from when my cat had this issue. 
I had Earth Wind and Fire in my head; Ba De Ya - Ranting in September
Do You Remember - The Last Time We Ranted In September?
A big thanks to the asshole who loaded up an hour plus of country music on the jukebox at the lounge where we had supper tonight - I hope he stuck around and enjoyed the Tupak and Rihanna that we loaded up for him. 
The guy looked like a regular - we’ll just turn around and leave if we see him in there again next time.
Plus, now that you’ve gotten the car thing fixed that they told you about the first of January . . . isn’t your car running nicely and quietly? Almost no rattle, almost no sounds (except a slight hum from the engine), … . .
And it didn’t even cost as much as they expected.
So next time, suck it up, make the call for the appointment, and just get it over with-- so you can enjoy the car running well.
Don’t think it’s a cultural thing. It’s an asshole thing. Have plenty of people (usually older people) do this at the service counter of my local grocery store. The men are usually buying scratch-offs, the women are usually playing silly coupon games trying to get 7 fucking cents refunded. Then their business is done, or at least a long pause and the clerk tries to help other people, but they stand there organizing their shit or deciding whether this 9 year old expired coupon is worth fighting for or they want 3 more scratch-offs, blocking the counter and oblivious to the existence of other people.
I have no problem saying “Sir, are you done yet?” in a very annoyed and bass filled voice. Most of the time this is sufficient to wake them up. If they’re still there when it comes time for me to pay, my answer is, in the same tone a little louder and more annoyed “Sorry, I don’t pass money over the top of other people. I’ll be able to pay you as soon as this person MOVES.”
If they get pissy, I comment that they’re blocking a counter of an active business and in case they haven’t noticed, there are other customers being waited on. I think I’ve only said that last part once in about the last five years or so. Then there was the old guy who complained bitterly that I needed to wait my turn. :rolleyes: Dude, the clerk has my powerball ticket in her hand and is asking me for money, so I’m pretty sure it is my fucking turn.
My pharmacy (Walmart of all places) is actually really good at telling people like that to move down the counter or just plain step out of the way. I’m sure they have a lot of experience with it there.
Goddamned fucking lack of rain.
This is two years in a row where it rained constantly from April to the end of June, then stopped dead. Monsoon Season followed by Dry Season will not leave this state the agricultural powerhouse it has always been.