Corn cozy:
1 - decent size scoop of cracked corn from your local feed store (maybe 2 cups)
1 - roughly 4X9 inch bag sewn out of reasonably thin fabric (cotton is best) filled with said cracked corn (Don’t use popping corn!!)
Microwave on high for 2-3 minutes
= lovely foot/bed warmer.
Also works rather well on sore muscles, arthritis and any other things that like gentle heat.
Apparently the sister of the receptionist at my local clinic works at that podiatrist. I stood in front of her desk for over five minutes (she was working there and knew I was standing there), and finally acknowledged me after four o’clock, to tell me that they don’t take appointments after four. I believe my response was, “Are you kidding me?” since I had been standing in front of her since before four. The kicker was the sign prominently displayed on the front desk - “ABUSE OF STAFF WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.” It will, however, be earned.
Time Stranger - I have the same problem - if I don’t warm my feet up before going to sleep, they won’t warm up all night (I don’t know why - my doctor was actually impressed by how good my circulation is). My solution is to warm my feet with a little space heater before going to bed.
Ha! Wood package!
I love to tell people about how our standard plan went up 47% this year and watch their eyes bulge out of their heads.
Then I tell them that, in order to have something even close to affordable coverage this year, that I took Option #3 with a $5,000 deductible. (AKA the Lead plan.)
Then they faint.
The thread title sounds like it could be one of those beer commercials. Real Men of Genius…Mister Paper-Towel Filler Person. I’m not clever enough to write it, though.
I’m totally with you on this!
We have a playground zone near our house that I go through often. It’s a two lane, and probably 50% of the time, someone speeds up behind me, tailgates, then passes me. My husband gets LIVID about this as well.
So, a story that will make you feel warm and fuzzy: We were going through this section (hubby was driving) and this happened, and we saw him in the rear view. He wasn’t just going, like, 50 though, he was going close to 60+. So, my husband, in his rage, pulls in to the lane this guy is in (still going 30). Not a good move on his part, I agree, but I didn’t blame him. The guy gets RIGHT on our ass and flashes his lights. As he pulls in to the next lane to angrily speed by…a cop steps out from behind the cars and directs him over, and points for us to go on our merry way. The cop saw everything. That made my week!
Anyhow, this playground zone caused me so much stress I’d almost follow people just to point out how much of an asshole they are. But, recently, I’ve started to try and let it go, and I’m not as bothered any more.
I’m trying, baby, I’m trying. Just this morning I got tailgated by a truck again through the school zone; some days I feel like the only way I ever see my rear-view mirror is with two big headlights in it. I think I’m just really crabby with all the Christmas crap and everything - hopefully I’ll be back to normal soon and not want to pull out a rocket launcher and explode everyone driving around me. 
That made me laugh like a fool. Or, you know, like myself.
Cold feet people, you need a heated mattress pad. Seriously. You will thank me. Go to the bedroom, turn on the mattress pad, do your evening whatnots, then slide into a toasty bed and THANK ME. DO IT.
My new velvet hangers do a lovely job holding my clothes on the hangers but goddamn, having to wrestle with every shirt just to hang it is ridiculous. I started to feel like one of those people in an infomercial who can’t handle the simplest tasks.
Are you the woman who can’t hang clothes? 
Yeah, a heated mattress pad is a good idea, too - we just put the electric blanket on the bed again, and that really helps, too.
I swear to GOD there were cameras rolling. I have too many crew and narrow vee neck shirts and the hangers are wide and non-slippy and ARGH!
I need remedial hanger training.
I think I’m going to have to admit that chinooks give me headaches - last night was pretty bad, complete with nausea. I don’t usually get nausea with headaches. I’m still not feeling right this morning. I love me some chinooks, but they don’t love me. 
Looking at that site, I see chinooks can cause irritability, too. That might explain my homicidal driving rages of late.
I think I will have to look into a heated pad - corn sack won’t do the trick as there is no room for a microwave in my tiny kitchen. Or water bottle… which I could store right next to my chamber pot! 
I have to drive through a lot of school zones too, and people are ridiculous. One sassy crossing guard is particularly feisty, and I love watching her chastise impatient parents. I just know one day she’s going to lose it and start attacking some car with her stop sign.
Are you fucking kidding me, Microsoft? You think changing the paste/paste special options in Excel 2010 from WORDS to PICTURES makes it easier to use? Just give me a fucking list of options you retards! Also, moving Insert Cut Cells/Insert Copied Cells to the fucking INSERT menu is beyond fucking stupid. Jesus Christ, you should hang out with my boss. What, with his penchant for making things ten times harder than they need to be, you all should have a lot to taking about. Ooooo! Fabulous fun function that is completely inappropriate for this situation and actually makes things take MORE time! Are you and he twins separated at birth?
Sounds like its time to give your daughter a lesson on how to set up restricted access groups for her online profiles. Honestly, IMO, it’s the kind of thing you should have done as soon as you let her open an account. (Unless the “child” is in college or something.) There’s a reason I have a “restricted access” friends group, where all of my adult family members go. Also, if she never bothered to segregate off adult family and friends who shouldn’t hear about the naughty things, it’s also entirely possible that she’s left a slew of private information open to the general public instead of restricting it to people on her friends list.
Sounds to me like this person was annoyed at the *existence *of minirant threads, period. Personally, I like them, but I think it’s fucking retarded to have more than one “general topic” minirant thread at a time (and apparently the mods agree, since you’ll note they locked the other one so we could all migrate here). I’m subscribed to approximately a hojillion threads; I don’t need *more *clutter in my email.
Actually, IIRC, it was A Prayer for Owen Meany, which I’m in the middle of re-reading again. Would *not *tear up to wipe ass with.
Any pharmacy staff member–pharmacist, tech, or otherwise–who comments on a prescription should be fucking punched in the teeth. Unless you have a valid medical reason for asking, it’s none of your fucking business what my drugs are for. If all you’re going to do is make some smartass comment or observation, keep your fucking mouth shut. It’s *completely *inappropriate and unprofessional to do otherwise.
My feet appear to have a chronic inability to control their own temperature–they are often roasting in the summer and freezing in the winter, in both cases to the point of being distinctly uncomfortable and sleep-interfering-with. IME, one of the only ways to get them to the proper temperature with consistency and timeliness is to take a shower–cool in the summer, hot in the winter.
Use popping corn! Use popping corn!
My cousin uses rice for her microwaveable heating bags.
The jackasses in our "financial aid’ department are also apparently too stupid to use the BCC field in an email sent to every single student at our campus! I sent a very politely worded reply to please refrain from doing that again, as I have shared my address with my cohorts as necessary. I really didn’t need to see approximately 500 address at the top of the message either. Good thing nobody’s a spammer!
Answer: “Yes, but they keep falling out!”
I’m sick. I’m not in the hospital, but I have a bad cold. I missed two days. I’m back today. I still feel pretty terrible, but you get looks if you’re out for a long period of time. So I’m back.
So, please, boss, I know we didn’t meet our goals on the last two days. I was sick. I could barely talk. I’m here today even though I’m miserable because I know it affects everyone else. Please stop giving me those looks. I’m achy and tired and snotty and wanna go home.
Oh yes, the heated matress pad is indeed all kinds of awesome. Pair it with a down comforter and you’ll overheat, even in Minnesota winters. (We’re not even using the comforter this year.)
I told one of my friends about ours, she bought one, and she can’t stop thanking me now.
I use either a hot water bottle or a heating pad. I don’t need the whole bed warm, just my foot area, and once my feet get warm they tend to stay warm. It’s getting them warm in the first place that is the problem. On occasion, I’ve filled a bandana with dried beans and nuked it. I sorta scorched the bandana, but otherwise it worked fine.
Just microwave your feet.