It’s my dad’s birthday. It’s one of the hardest days of the year for me since he passed away in 2008. I’m usually pretty useless on this day, but this year I pulled myself together and went down to the shelter because my dad would be pissed if I stayed home and felt sorry for myself instead. He loved dogs.
I was holding it together pretty well until I got the news that time has run out for one of my program dogs. His euthanasia date is set for Wednesday. It would take a miracle to get him adopted or rescued before then. I know that. I knew it didn’t look good for him, but I really didn’t need to hear the news today.
I love my children. I do. And I’ve had to keep reminding myself of this ALL. DAMN. DAY.
It snowed, what? An inch and a half here last night? And the kids are on a snow day. All well and good, but if I have to work from home for whatever reason, I’m expected to actually, you know - work. Not mediate arguments, make sure things don’t get broken, do something about things that do get broken, clean up spills and hide from my children while I’m supposed to be in the middle of a motherfucking conference call.
Yes, I could plop them in front of the television and have done with it, but I would prefer they do something else that doesn’t rot their brains. Sadly, at four, my daughter isn’t quite old enough to do her own thing for hours on end. So I’m finding it challenging to do a motherfucking thing for work without having to referee, fix something or get someone food. It’s driving me batshit fucking insane.
I know! It’s ridiculous. Not only do they close at the drop of a hat, they have horrid policies for early dismissal.The last time there was an early dismissal due to snow, they put the kids on the buses whether or not there was a parent to go home to.
They called to tell me, “Uh, yeah. We’re sending your kid home.” I was at work, 20 minutes away, and the snow was actually coming down fairly hard, which created some traffic problems. When I advised them that there would be absolutely no one to meet him, they tried to send him home anyway! I pitched enough of a fit I got them to hold him “this one time.”
Why yes, I enjoy parking in the street waiting to turn left for over 5 minutes while you repeatedly back up three fucking feet and try again and again to drive up the short 30 foot long icy hill into our apartment complex parking lot. Because, you know, that didn’t work the first forty times you did it, maybe it will work the 41st. Or 42nd. Or some time next week…
Not to mention the glazing that that kind of driving puts on an icy road - if it wasn’t sheer ice when she started, I’m sure it is now, after she polished it up real good.
DFHFGJDJGFDGDSFHTF my car won’t start. Goddamn stupid thing. And I’m house-sitting, so I’m alone and somewhat far from anyone I know and there’s no chance of getting a ride anywhere or borrowing a car or anything. The battery seems to be okay, but it won’t turn over. It just goes RR–RR–RR–rr–r…r…r…r…nope.
Is it cold where you are? Batteries that work fine in warm weather often fail when the temperature drops. I would suggest plugging it in, but you probably don’t have a block heater.
So sorry for you - I wish we were near there, we have never bought a dog we always had rescue dogs or ones off the message board on base [guys rotating overseas and not able to take their pets with them] and our cats are always saved from those dumped on the farm.
GODDDDDDD WINTER IS THE WORST. As if this season didn’t already suck enough with its short days and shitty weather and lack of sunshine ever, now it’s fucking with my car. Which fucks with basically everything.
I hope it’s the battery. That’s pretty easy/cheap relative to other problems, no? I know Triple A can just straight-up replace that shit without ever taking it to the shop. Anyway, I called them to request a tow, so we’ll see. It would be fantastic if they were like, “Oh, let’s just fix this and you’ll be on your way” rather than “It’s going to take four months and a million dollars”
I don’t like coffee, I don’t like tea. But I keep trying with Tea, because I want/need something to drink besides diet pop, which I shouldn’t drink so much of. And NO, I don’t buy the bottled shit because it’s a> expensive, and b> has a ton of sugar in it.
Well hurray! I finally find one I like. Good Earth Sweet & Spicy. (Hey, one of the ingredients is tea!) Our department admin keeps something like 23 different teas in stock and that was one of them. Except I decide I like it, and after a mere four bags, we’re dead out. Sweet leaping Jesus, we probably have close to a thousand bags of tea in stock, but we’re out of this ONE flavor. Because I decided I like it.
So I look for it on-line and in stores. I can get a metric buttload of it from Amazon easy enough, but I just got a bunch of stuff from them, so I need to wait until my next order, probably next week once my sister gets around to giving me her children’s christmas lists that I’ve only asked for three times so far. Wasn’t any at the local grocery store. Walmart.com said they had it in their stores, but there wasn’t any of that entire brand at my local store.
Fortunately was able to find ONE BOX at Kowalski’s, which was only a little bit out of the way.
It’s for a car. The little girl wakes up surrounded by stuffed critters; as soon as her mom exits the room, the critters come to life (and spontaneously grow to the little girl’s size), perform all sorts of mischief, then follow the little girl out to the car. The commercial ends showing each critter – now back in its original stuffed form – in the car.
