I probably should start a new thread for this but I’m just going to drop it here.
Stopped at McAlister’s deli yesterday for lunch. Ordered a spud with chili and cheese. I got a spud with cheese and chili. The chili was put on top of the cheese! Who does that? I bet they didn’t want to go to the hassle of melting the cheese. Cretins.
I’m reminded of a cartoon I saw years ago with a couple of birds plastered to the grille of a speeding car, with the caption “Life In The Fast Lane”.
My beloved son is refusing to eat more things he ate before. In the last couple of months we’ve lost dried blueberries, banana chips, and chocolate bear bites (which are important for protein.) Now he’s giving me a hard time about fish bites.
He’s already got such a limited diet and it’s just getting worse. He is starting feeding therapy again soon. I’m not optimistic. But I said the number one goal is to get him to take some kind of nutrition supplement. He needs calcium and Vitamin D per the dietician. So far he’s refused liquid supplements. We’re trying for calcium fortified orange juice this weekend. Again, not optimistic.
It just hits at the old self-esteem. Why can’t I feed my kid properly?
And how is he still growing?!
This is not your fault, or his fault, any more than someone’s eye color is anyone’s fault. It’s who he is. Everyone has a “thing” or really a number of things and this is one of his. You’re trying and if you weren’t trying he’d be much worse.
I’m sure you know this intellectually and I also know that knowing something intellectually doesn’t mean always believing it, but it’s something you should tell yourself when you can, and others should remind you as well. You’re a great mom.
I have a couple of daughters and I ask myself this all the damn time.
I couldn’t resist!
Photo-synthesis? My brothers and I are around 6’2", as are most of the men (I had ‘boys’ initially, but somehow they are all in their 20’s now) in the next generation. Except for the 6’6" and 6’7" ones, who when they ate, ate absolute crap.
At a flea today, I saw a car with a Confederate flag on it. Yeah, that one. Underneath were the words “We fought the first War on Terror.”
I hope I didn’t buy your silverware, asshole.
I have been trying to 3 weeks to get Chipotle to give me a letter saying I dont work there anymore. I can’t make them, but without it, I’ll likely get evicted.
I’m having a fun mind exercise where I picture someone needing that:
“Seriously, previous boss, if anyone suspects that I work at Chipotle, I’ll be drummed out of my exclusive penthouse at The Arconia.”
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But I am sympathetic to anyone who has to get paperwork from ANY business, because the company’s in no hurry, even though you are. Goes double for “Okay, you said you’d like to hire me, but can you actually make me an offer THIS month?”
I had an employee who I hired and trained. She decided during her third week that she didn’t want her job after all, and just stopped showing up. Fine.
Now, three years later, she’s applied for a job (I assume) and a company has sent me a three page questionnaire about the time she spent in my employ. I laughed as I put the questionnaire through my shredder.
Did you leave on good terms?
Yes, I did. They are slow pokes there. They don’t care that Housing needs it.
No penthouse. Public housing, lots of rules.
You should have taken a Sharpie and wrote underneath it “AND LOST!”
I suspect that’s just a simple typo. It probably should read “We fought the first War of Terror” after the Klan was created.
My foster cat, who I thought was ready to pop two weeks ago, is finally giving birth! Three so far- one patchy Siamese like her, one orange and white, and one who looks all orange or maybe buff.
It’s SO HARD to give her space and let her do her thing. I want to be all up in her business, messing with her and the kittens, watching her every move… but she knows what she’s doing and, as long as she’s not in distress (which she’s not,) she doesn’t need or benefit from my intervention.
Traditionally all queens had witnesses at birth. Got to be sure that the baby comes out of the heir bearer. You are just following tradition and being sure an imposter is not switched in.
I was up & out early today; it was dark (yup, that early), it was cool, & there was some morning rain in the forecast. I had on a s/s tshirt, L/s t-shirt, a sweatshirt, & my rain jacket. Slowly it warmed up into the 70’s, as was forecast. All the extra layers came off. It got sunny. I stayed around after the event getting some cool pix - ships, planes & automobiles; sometimes all in the same shot! I’s a good-ole boy; yup, I’m a redneck…& red arms, too. Who thinks about suntan lotion when it’s dark & cold out? Grrr!
Humph!
The sun can be a sneaky motherfucker.
I don’t do that with the sun often & I know from a pharmacist family friend, that medicines, like food don’t magically go bad the day after their expiration date; he always stated they loose 1-2% of their efficiency every year.
I pulled the Solarcaine out last night but it didn’t seem to do much; wasn’t even really cooling putting it on my arms & neck. I looked at the date - Best by 1/13.
Ran out to the grocery store at lunch to get replacement & a few other things on the list. Came home to find out that I need something that wasn’t on the list before I even had a chance to throw the old list out & they didn’t have Solarcaine brand, they had Banana boat & store brand. I bought the store brand as it was $3 cheaper, $5-something vs. $8-something. What I didn’t think about is that it has a screw-off lid; there’s no pump or small hole to squeeze some thru so you don’t get a little bit out of the container, you kind of get a handful so it’s not less expensive, it’s cheaper; & yes, there’s a difference between the two.
Aren’t cats minor deities? I would think that’s a step above royalty.