The ones in WA so far are only way out in the boondocks. Looks like it was an attempt to slow people down, since I seem to always have a tailgater while I’m going 5 over the speed limit …
I am spending way too much time being annoyed about this, but the gym I’ve been going to for 2 years does not have shower rooms in terms of big room full of showers. It’s a small gym with nothing fancy. They provide a ladies shower room, which is basically a bathroom for 1, with a locking door, and the same kind of room marked “Men.” I hit the gym at about 4:30a. Usually, and for the longest while, 3 of us women, and a couple of guys. were the only people there. The other woman gets there before me, and so is showered and out when i am done. Perfect. There is a unisex bathroom for 1, no shower, just the toilet and sink.
The gym is an hour from my home, near my office, so going home to shower is not an option.
They just signed up a bunch of new ladies who insist on using the shower room to pee. And it throws me completely off. I have 20 min. to shower, dress and get to work, so it’s cutting it close. I do have permission to use the men’s shower room, and I always feel kind of dumb about it, but hey, I have to get to work.
Would I be an old nagging broad if I asked the owner, who’s cool, if he could post a sign on the shower room saying something like “During peak hours (then whatever they are as long as they include 5a-whatever), if you aren’t taking a shower, go the hell to the bathroom!” OK, maybe not the go to hell part, but this is totally making my workouts hell.
Or I could be overreacting.
I thought that I was the only one who noticed that. I don’t buy nice feeders because I want to take pics, I buy them because I want our yard to look nice. Maybe they will last longer now that I’m not living in the land of “we don’t need no more stinking sunlight”.
While I’m sorry for the constant pain, its good that you might have a diagnosis and can make a plan to treat it.
Happy that you had a great trip, but I can sure relate to the cats snubbing you. We just got home from our epic saga, and 2 of our cats are snubbing us so hard that we just have to laugh and pick them up and kiss them. Nobody snubs as well as cats!
Bribes are a very good idea, cats do respond very well to bribes. 
When we came back from our three days away last weekend (left Friday morning, came home late Sunday), my 14 year old cat didn’t stop meowing at me for a couple of hours. I’m pretty sure it was feline for, “NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN! DO WE HAVE A DEAL? YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN?”
Wait, aren’t you living in Houston? That’s the land of “we don’t need no more stinking sunlight plus humidity and it’s sea air!.. Oh, I forgot: torrential rains!” Place is a corrosion nightmare.
My dear, sweet, wonderful puddin’ head Lucy?
It does not take SIX freaking minutes to cover your crap. You’re not going to dig a hole through the box. The damn litter should stay in the damn box, too.
Dot? Lucy had a bath, she was not replaced with an imposter. Quit your hissing.
Mayme is, oddly enough, the only normal feline, and that’s saying a lot.
I have a “dig to China” kitty too. I ended up having to use a large high sided crate in order to kieep the litter contained. She can dig to her hearts content and no worries for me
Your liver is seeing a fast and dumping glucose. Hellloooo morning spike. Believe the two-hour post-meal reading more. How many more days until your sudden weight loss?
- Can’t believe I know that off the top of my head.
My morning levels are just getting higher and higher.
You know, husband dear, I really did hear my alarm go off. I hit the snooze button, then the cat decided she needed attention. After I got MAYBE a total of four hours or so of poor-quality sleep, I really didn’t mean to freak you out by trying to get an extra few minutes that I guess I didn’t really need anyway.
Oh, and the snoring you’re doing that I can hear in the living room, with a closed door and 10-15 feet between us? Thanks for rubbing it in that YOU had no commitments today and get to just be a lump today.
I have one also. However, though she spends several minutes digging (usually while I am trying to sleep), she never actually covers her poop.
So, I get annoying noise and stink. Arg!
We had to strip the wallpaper in the room, replace the carpet and nail down anything that wasn’t very heavy- they all wound up in the box. Smudge is obsessive compulsive when it comes to his litter box. And still doesn’t actually cover the poo.
I’m glad I don’t have a porch (or Porsche) or a Ferrari or that probably would have happened.
Would a humidifier or vaporizer help?
Need a chin strap to keep your mouth closed when you sleep.
Yesterday our bus got to the edge of downtown and broke down in front of the convention center. Radiator leaking all over the place. Fortunately, the next bus was only about 10 minutes behind it and almost empty, so we all got on it with only 4-5 people standing.
Then we get to the transit station and this well dressed young Indian guy in the very back seat of the bus leaps up and charges past everyone. Two women say he does this every day on that bus and they’ve tried to talk to him about it but he ignores them. He gets to the front and then stands there semi-obstructing everyone else trying to get off while he texts someone. (Ok, jackass, why did you have to run to the front?). When I finally get off (third to last), I walk over to him on the corner where he’s waiting, say (fairly nicely) “Next time try not to be a selfish pig, and wait your turn”. He swore at me in whatever language. I smiled and kept going.
“Oh, but he could have hit you!” you might say. I’d say that might actually be the best possible outcome (although I would certainly never bait him into it or intentionally provoke a physical response). Arrogant prick is almost certainly here on an H1B visa. If he’s convicted of a crime, he loses his visa, his job, and gets deported.
Apparently handicapped bathroom stalls are a waste of space. First they put in the changing table things that fold down and are usually sticking out into space because whoever used it last couldn’t be arsed to fold it back up, or it’s broken. Then we got the carseat on the wall thing, so Mommy can put the baby in that while she potties. These are also usually sticking out into space, generally behind the door so it gets whacked whenever someone enters, and so soon to also be broken.
Today I saw the absolute worst - a breastfeeding couch in the handicapped stall. So if I have to go back to a wheelchair, I guess I get to wait to pee until Mommy is done feeding baby. To add insult to it all, the couch was situated so the door to the stall couldn’t open all the way. To, you know, accommodate a wheelchair. :smack:
We had two cats - one would move all the litter from one end of the box to the other, and the other one (which we still have) doesn’t bury anything. She tried to scrape litter off the walls, and when that doesn’t work, she just torks out of the room. Cats is weird.
Maybe it’s a cultural thing - he’s used to everything being crowded and needing to push his way through everything.
How do you know he swore at you if you couldn’t understand the language?
P.S. I know someone brainstormed to come up with this title for these mini-rants. I’m sorry to say it sucks. It’s terrible.
We still have that separate house thing going on, so the upstairs box is (joy of joys) in my bedroom, as there really isn’t any other space up here other than the living room (no) or kitchen (hell no).
Dot will also scratch around for seeming ever, not covering her “presents”. Unfortunately, her poo could knock out an elephant. More than once have I been woken by the stench. Ugh.
Because he sneered at me and spit it out like a curse. One doesn’t have to know the language to understand the language, if you catch my drift.
Oh, and that was me who came up with it. Didn’t see you in the discussion coming up with anything better, so in the spirit of the pit, fuck off.