But it’s completely okay for her to walk past the beer and wine bottles at Wal-Mart with your grandkids? Make some sense, Bev Perdue.
So, have you been hanging out with my father? Or with my boss?
Wait. So you’ve been hanging out with my boss, too???
You don’t know my boss. 
Bev? A woman named “Beverage” runs on a platform of keeping liquor out of public view?
That’s pretty funny!
Yes, I know her name is more likely to be Beverly. Try not to spoil the joke for everyone else.
Me either. And having a mom, sis, and daughter (among other relatives who deal with the dreaded curse) they never complained about such a thing
Nope, a similar thing happened to me, I posted asking for something and got a very terse “You have to put your LOCATION or the message won’t be approved”. Which is stupid since, as the “taker” I’d be going to pick the item up anyway. Obviously since I’m signed up for the Freecycle in this area I live in the basic area.
Sheesh, pretty snooty. And I don’t know about yours but the majority of the things being offered are baby and little kid items.
Thanks, dog! I was just beginning to think that this would be a good year for us financially, and you go and jack your leg up again. Her knees are iffy as it is, and then tonight she went running after a stray dog that was behind our yard and came back without the use of her right hind leg. So it’s off to the clinic tomorrow for a lameness evaluation and radiographs of both legs. I really didn’t want to spend the family tax refund (that we don’t even have yet) on the dog’s leg this year!!
I think that most of the rules are because some people do take advantage of Freecycle. The moderators just look at the title first to see if it follows the format, and if it doesn’t, it just gets rejected automatically. It’s not that hard to resubmit a post. I was amazed at how quickly I was able to dispose of the remains of a huge elm tree that we’d had to have removed. So just offer anything…I had a couple of bird owners want the smaller branches for their birds to chew on, and a Boy Scout leader took the rest. He said that he’d give out some of it to the various troops in the area, for crafts, and the rest would be burned. He was so happy that he was nearly pissing himself. So go ahead and post just about ANYTHING on the Freecycle, you might be surprised at what people want.
I see a lot of people who want some pretty specific and pretty pricy stuff. Some of the things offered ARE baby and little kid stuff, but I’m glad to see it, because many times kids outgrow stuff before they wear it out.
We spent all day yesterday packing up my son’s things…now that he’s fourteen, he’s ready to get rid of all his little toys and stuffed animals. Well, that’s great, only it’s sent me on this stupid crying jag. This is so not like me! I’m telling people at work that I think I have a cold.
I pit one of my fucking dogs, Bailey. Fuck you, you white and black piss-filled furball. As the temperature drops below zero (Fahrenheit, cheese-eating European surrender-weenies!), Bailey asks to go outside with increasing frequency. It’s already bad enough that she normally asks to go out with increasing frequency as a night progresses. Last night, though, was ridiculous; every 20 minutes or so, I’d get the unbreakable pee stare, scratching, whining, the works. I’d take her out, and she’d spend five minutes sniffing around and licking snow, looking for just the right spot. Finally, she’d squat down and squirt - for three or four seconds. She’d then make her way back indoors. Like a fucking sloth, as slow as she can possibly walk.
Fuck you, Bailey. Tonight you’re going to be holding it in. You can hold it in for eight hours while I’m at work, so you can hold it in for an hour or two when I’m home.
EDIT: yeah, I’ve had her checked out before by a vet whenever she gets into one of her I-gotta’-go-out-every-20-minutes phases, which is usually when it’s snowing or bitter cold outside. No urinary tract infections, no nothing.
Another rant. My parents. I love you guys, but still … Mom passes away a couple of years ago, Dad is in a nursing home, and now I have to take care of the estate. From 120 miles away. Last weekend, I had an estate sale, held by one of the best estate sale firms in the area. Not much sold. Why? Being the coldest weekend of the year didn’t help, but the major factor was my parents’ terrible taste. Most of their furniture was in the “fancy” French Provincial style, and what wasn’t in the style was flowery or velour upholstery. With the elderly blue-collar Poles and Italians who adore French Provincial dying off, there wasn’t much of a market for what they had. Their flatware and china was also mostly “vintage”, and not in a good way, and knick-knacks, tools and other belongings weren’t of the best quality. So, now I have to arrange a clean-out, paying to get rid of items my parents paid thousands for over the course of their lives.
The house also needs a serious deep clean before I put it on the market. After Mom died, Dad let the place go, doing very little cleaning beyond just keeping things straightened out. My parents were 1950s-style smokers, and Dad really doesn’t see the need for a deep clean, thinking that the new owners would just repaint the walls and clean up the place themselves. The thing is, he can’t quite grasp the concept of “curb appeal” nor the fact that even in Buffalo not many people smoke anymore, and that few will be interested in the place with nicotine-stained everything, even if they’re going to repaint.
Dad, I love you, but I needed to vent.
Minor rant:
Dear manufacturers of nail polish and deodorant:
It is likely that I, as a woman, am likely to be using your products soon after applying lotion to my face or body. I realize your packaging looks pretty, but it is im-fucking-possible to open, particularly with slippery hands.
I don’t know how people with arthritis can pry some of these tops off.
More major rant:
Mr. Horseshoe is already suffering from some serious situational depression because of his job. (Short version: no benefits beyond a very meager paycheck, no health care at all. Long version: expletive deleted.) We’re in debt. So now *this *is the weekend our computer chooses to just up and totally DIE on us?
- expletive deleted *
No, we never backed the hard drive up, because 1) the CD drive died a year or two ago and 2) it was just one more expense at a time when we’re cutting back on every damn last thing.
So ya know what? Fuck everything.
How, exactly, did it die? If the HDD isn’t fried, it should be very easy to chuck it into an external housing and plug it into another computer to retrieve all of your documents.
Dear fuckheads in my suburb: It has been about a week since we had a ton of ice deposited on all of our sidewalks and driveways. I realize many of you simply drive into your attached garage and never step foot on your outside pavement, but please take pity on your letter carriers, package delivery people, and passersby who do. My husband walks up your driveway/sidewalk/front steps to deliver your mail. On Saturday alone he fell down at least five times, a couple of which were in front of the property owners, and just got jokey “watch it there”-type comments. Really? How about an apology for not salting, because you didn’t all week (shoveling the snow off the ice doesn’t count) and asking if he’s OK?
I swear, if we can find him slip-on cleats that he can actually walk several miles a day in, he is going to tromp up your nice wooden varnished/polished stone stairs that some of you have said that salt would mar, maybe even give them a little extra grind on the way down. It’s either that or not deliver your mail, because he gets to do that if you’re being selfish idiots that don’t feel like salting/sanding/putting down traction strips/hiring people to stand out there with flamethrowers and melt all the ice off your walks.* Screw all of you. My sidewalks aren’t completely perfect but the walk up to my house and the stairs are nice and clear.
To all the teens milling outside my office building in DC for some anti-choice rally…
Why aren’t you in fucking school? You’ve already demonstrated your ignorance by your beliefs, so maybe your time would be better spent trying to reduce it. Certainly better than trying to stick leaflets in my hand when I am carrying a sandwich, soda and bag of chips already.
And now I am playing the game of trying to predict how many of these 15 and 16 year old girls are going to end up crying in a Planned Parenthood office where they used to protest each Sunday, discovering that their God failed to protect them when they were too stupid to have their Uncle use a condom.
Forgot the *: I doubt the flamethrower service exists, but it would be awesome.
So start one. Extra folding money for Valentine’s Day!
I’m betting they are in school as they protest; either some Christian academy, or home schooling.
Maybe some of them will die of frostbite, then.