Aw, Gus 'tis full of rants

I like you. I’m waiting for the package to foward to you. You are a very good person and you get bunny kisses. You gots to be a special person to get them :slight_smile:

Bite your tongue! Really hard!!! Tony is moving to a place about a mile away from us. He needs someone to be sure that he takes his meds and doesn’t climb up that very famious clock tower. I do think that if we moved him into our home, I’d have to kill him in less than a week…then we would end up with his critters.

I laughed so hard that Bill demanded to see what I was laughing about as soon as we stopped.

It took him a couple of minutes to get it, then he laughed as well.

New Mexico is so beautiful. We’ve had much time to admire the scenery from rest areas because Tony’s dogs just don’t get being crated. We have to stop about once an hour because they start screaming and chewing and scratching.

It would be so much better to be using a mule team, because the untrained dogs could be leashed and dragged behind us.

Actually, that probably wouldn’t work out so well. Idiot dogs (who will NEVER get the chance to bad influnce our perfect Buttercup) would probably run in front of the mules and trip them.

Bill loves me.

Bill loves me.

Bill loves me, but if we ever have to move Tony again, Bill plans to go off to a new project and call me all the time to tell me that he loves me and that he hopes that things are going well and that he’s sorry that he can’t be with me to help.

I do love my butthead. I certainly understand how he feels. I wish I had a big project to go off to right now.

New Mexico is beautiful. The people are very nice, and the drivers use turn signals. We found some good beer for Bill, and he got carded. One of Tony’s cats is freindly enough to sleep with us, and we do like having cats in our bed.

This whole story sounds absolutely unbelievable. Thank goodness you have photo evidence:) Pics of the wedding please:) Wrangling pet pics are appreciated as well. Congrats on the nuptials!!

The expectations for women with gestational diabetes are insane when compared with the expectations for the general diabetic population.

I’ve given up. I can’t consistently stay under 120 at 2 hours PP so now I’m ducking the “educator” (canceled my last appt, am not answering calls) because fuck her and I’m using white coat hypertension to distract my OB/GYN from my BG by focusing on my BP. I have my own equipment to test that at home and it’s generally fine but I still go into great detail about my testing habits and why this reading was higher than that one and blah blah and we never get to reviewing my meter which is good because, even if I did happen to have it with me (and I wouldn’t), he would find that it hasn’t taken a reading since about 2.5 weeks after I got it.

I just can’t care about it that much. I eat well, I barely had to change my regular diet to match their bullshit guidelines (I had to start eating more often but my “carb choices per meal” or whatever didn’t need to change at all) and, if I am higher than 120, I’m barely in the 130s. I’ve shot way up (and by “way up”, I mean pushing 150) a couple times but then I stopped eating Raisin Bran and everything was fine. My problem isn’t what I eat, and I’ve been told that. My problem is that there is too much time between the last time I eat and the first time I eat the next day and possibly too much time between meals/snacks during the day. And when I said, “Uh, I can’t eat that close to bed time because I’ll be up all night with searing heartburn…” I was told by the educator to “wake up earlier, then.”

Hahaha, no. I’m hugely pregnant and I have other kids to worry about all day. If they are kind enough to let me sleep until 8 o’clock, I will be damned if I’m going to set my alarm for 6 am because it’s been too long since my last helping of peaches and cottage cheese, or whatever. Not happening.

Depends. My sister is very overweight, probably in the morbidly obese range, and lost more than 20 pounds in each of her last two pregnancies. No concern. For women who are much larger than average, it’s totally acceptable to gain no weight at all or even lose weight. If this doesn’t apply to MickNick and her doctor hasn’t already addressed her weight issues, my suggestion would be to find another doctor.

For me, my weight loss is attributed to stress from earlier pregnancy complications and a serious food aversion for most of this pregnancy. Similar things caused me to lose 7 pounds in just one month of my last pregnancy and my doctor suggested supplementing any food I could eat with shakes just for the added calories. Best “prescribed diet” EVER. I’ve not had such a dramatic single loss during this one, just little pounds or even parts of pounds here and there, but he’s still noticed. He hasn’t suggested shakes yet and with this whole GD thing, he may not. Still, it’s at least been discussed.

I have my appointment with the loan people 9am tomorrow - they really ment it when yhey said they would ecpedite. Wish me luck peoples. I am soo sicky of trying to type on mu phone and producing goobledegook.

Oh and for yhe folks wanting bunny kisses - i wish i coild bottle then to send u a sample. This bun licks large. She is thorough and dedicated to her task. She seems to think me incapable of keeping myself clean. And its no just me either she also insists on washing my clothes, the furniture and my carpets. If the cats would.sit still for her she would do them too.

My targets are 95 before a meal and 125 two hours after the time I begin eating. So I’m falling a bit outside the guidelines if I’m not very careful. My fasting has been creeping up, from about 70 to 80.

Things that weren’t causing me problems (in moderation) two weeks ago are now sending me very, very high.

Edit- I have got padding to spare. I’d just rather not be losing it now, as it’s a little alarming. Maintaining wouldn’t freak me out quite as much.

All this so I don’t wind up with a giant German baby: Jasleen, the giant German baby

Aw, what a sweetie! One of my pair, the one who’s more bonded to me (versus my husband), will frequently lick my face if we’re nose to nose, or will lick at my hand if he’s sitting on my lap.

I honestly did not know bunnies lick. Haven’t had the pleasure of getting to know any.

My cat is at times borderline obsessive about washing my hands for me.

Ya know I think obsessive pretty much describes her licking habbits. She does do a good job on my glasses though. I goota be careful if I have been eating though - otherwise she tries to french kiss me

Scraped some skin off the bottom of my foot trying to perch on a metal ladder. So why was I bare foot on a ladder? Yeah. Long story. Anyway, I’ve now been fairly immobile for a few days and it looks like it will be at least a couple more before I can move enough to do things. It doesn’t really hurt but I don’t want to keep opening the wound by flexing it.

You know the governor of Maine? :rolleyes:

Here’s my rant this morning. I’m still irritated about it.

I had yesterday off. A legally-sanctioned, approved vacation day. I stayed up until approximately 3 am on Sunday night because I knew I could sleep in, and had every intention of sleeping until 10 am or so.

But NO. My coworker rang my cell phone at 9:20. The reason? She couldn’t get the temp to log on on the temporary token, and wanted me to call her back and “walk her through it”.

This is why I hate cell phones. Do you remember when you only had the home phone and if someone called and you didn’t want to talk to them, you just let it go to VM, and the next day you were like “Oh, I was out, and didn’t check the messages until 8 pm?”

I still didn’t call her back. I did text her though, since they know my cellphone habits. I told them I wasn’t at home and to call the help desk. How am I supposed to help you anyway? And after all that of course I couldn’t get back to sleep.

What made it infinitely worse though was that this morning when I got into the office, I tried the login and it worked just fine! So she is just that stupid and just could not manage to type it in right. Aargh.

I HATE this expectation that you must always be available, weekend or weekday, just because you have a goddamn cell phone. I bought my cell phone for MY use and not anyone else’s. I think next time I am home I am just going to turn that shit off. You can damn well wait until I get back to work.

OK, idiot teenage boy, WTF is so hard about the concept of ‘Paint this bit of the house gray, if it’s not gray, it should be gray when you are done.’ I don’t know if you thought I wasn’t going to inspect it when you said you were ‘done’ or what, but you most certainly are not ‘done’ when I can still see yellow and bare wood. You can withdraw your hand, because I’m not paying you until I say you are done.

Also, what was so hard about the concept of putting up some tape or cardboard so as not to get the gray on the blue like I told you to do? Now I’ll have to go up and touch up those spots as I’m not going to trust your dumb ass to do it.

And that’s just the tip of the dumbassery with this kid. Thankfully he’s not mine.

Getting teenagers to listen is like committing suicide with an electric razor.

The shit is in the process of flying straight at the fan in my office. Most of my team, like me, is hourly. OT has to be approved in advance. Our new manager informed us yesterday that we will all need to be available for these mandatory escalation calls that can come at any time and usually happen at like, 2am on the weekends, then can last ALL FUCKING DAY. All of this of course, would be OT since it’s unscheduled and we have other things to do. We also have ZERO business need to be in on those calls, since they’re issue resolution on issues we cannot even help resolve.

As I said, I take sleep meds. Good luck waking me up at 2am and expecting me to be coherent.

And of course, it was drilled into us that if you’re called, it is mandatory. No ‘as soon as I’m available’, or ‘I’m busy now’, or ‘as soon as I finish this’. (So wait, you would honestly expect me, for example, to walk out on a date or a family function to take the fucking call? That’s not happening.)

Pretty bad when my team lead, who has been with the company well over 20 years, mentioned looking for another job five times in 10 minutes if he’s required to do this.

Whaaaaat? I mean, it’s 2 am. I could be having sex for all you know! Most likely I am sound asleep…I mean I work for a living, after all. What the hell is an escalation call anyway?

This is exactly what I mean. In this era, all of our time apparently belongs to our employer to do with as he wills. And it’s pissing me off! I don’t even like being called for emergencies unless it was my fault in the first place. Sort it out yourself?

Apparently you no longer ‘work to live’ but ‘live to work’.

My cat likes to lick my eyelids. That is not acceptable - eyelids are much too delicate for their rough tongues!

When we go on vacation, on the way driving out of town, my husband almost always gets a call from work (after posting the vacation days and “out of office” messages and emails or whatever else he does). He returns the call at our next gas stop with something like, “Hi there. I’m on the highway driving to Las Vegas - you’re probably going to need to call someone else.” :slight_smile: It sounds like they’re usually apologetic at missing that he was on vacation - in his work (construction management), there are legitimately people who don’t have access to email and computers regularly.

My rant - we went to a family reunion in Saskatchewan this weekend, and OMFG, the cost of gas for the truck and trailer we borrowed from my husband’s parents! :eek: We usually do our driving trips in a smallish car and stay at hotels - I don’t think I was mentally prepared to need to take out a second mortgage on the house to pay for the gas for that rig!

Get a note from your doctor detailing the prescription of sleep meds and the schedule for taking them [ie - 10 pm or whatever] so that it is plain that between the hours of whatever and 8 hours later you will be tranked and totally unavailable. Then if they try and force you to take calls at 2 am or whenever, you are medically unable to comply.

If you have enough time at your job to qualify for FMLA stating that you require sleep meds and are unavailable between certain hours to clinch the deal, all the better.

It may mean something else in Chimera’s employer, but what I’ve usually had it mean is “Tier 1* cannot solve it so they’ve called in the big boys”. I had the displeasure to work in a place where any escalation automatically involved between 7 and 15 different teams… no, I didn’t stay long, why do you ask?

  • also known as “the people whose scripts are the work of the Devil’s mother-in-law, and she was hung over when she wrote them”. The ones who can only provide predefined fixes and who get yelled at if they deviate from them at all.

If I got called at 2 am not only would my boss apologize profusely, I would be getting both OT and a day off in lieu.

I mean. shit happens and I know a lot so it does occur but my employer wants us to have a life.