Shoot, I’m 33 and I still love to play in the snow. Not that we get much worth speaking of where I am. Stupid southern states.
So update: the home services guys came yesterday and connected the fuel line. I was supposed to be on the schedule for an inspector today but at 10:30 my service guy called and said they weren’t coming and said they probably will come Monday. He gave me the number to call Code Enforcement to complain. I went in to work since I’ve taken off 19 hours so far this week. I tried to call Code Enforcement but they weren’t answering and it didn’t go to voice mail. Big surprise there.
I sent an email to the county mayor’s complaint site. I sent an email to a TV station to ask them if they could check into the dispute between the utility company and the code enforcement office. I finally reached the code office and was told I was definitely on the schedule for Monday and for sure I was not one of the 16 people who would be bumped off that schedule. I was also informed that some people have been waiting for 3 weeks without gas. Is that supposed to make me feel better?
On the plus side, it’s going to be a balmy 40 degrees tonight. I don’t have to worry about the pipes freezing! Until tomorrow night when the temps will plunge again. 
Thanks purplehorseshoe.
All I know is that if the next inspector says they weren’t supposed to hook up the fuel line, someone is going to get hurt. 
I should introduce your SIL to my Idiot Brother. He lives at home with my dad, pays no rent to my dad nor does he do any chores at all and works a series of menial jobs. Dad asked ME for money and then got miffed when I told him to ask Idiot Brother instead. I am not the one who lives RENT FREE at 39, eating my dad’s food and not even spending a goddamned second of house cleaning so my dad has to hire a maid. That would be Idiot Brother and his ginormous ego and his lazy ass. I am the one who holds down a full time job, spends at least an hour a day doing chores including changing a toddler’s diapers, never asks him for money and watches his granddaughters.
Tell your husband to tell his siblings they have to help your MIL.
Jeez, aurora maire, I wish I could send some warmth your way. It’s beyond ridiculous.
That’s pretty close to my response - he just went into autobot mode - “Sorry, ma’am, I can only put in another request.” Every time. Every freaking time. I don’t know if it’s the dispatchers or the guys on the street - when I tell them where the derelict car is, they just ignore me and keep going to MY address. It’s not at my address - that’s why I gave you the address of the offending vehicle! It’s like they are trying to wilfully misunderstand me!
The last one isn’t moving around - it has two flat tires.
You have my sympathy, too - those guys are really acting like wankers.
I forgot what I was going to mention before - if it does get down to temperatures that threatens to freeze your pipes, if you keep a tap on constantly running a trickle of water, that should keep them from freezing.
I’ve gotten used to wearing three layers of clothes. I finally moved past being frustrated, angry and upset to tired resignation. I mean that shit just wears you out.
Yeah, I’ve been doing that and keeping the cabinet doors open. I’ve got one of the heaters between the living area and the kitchen and the one in the bedroom is outside the half-bath, which shares a wall with the main bath. I guess the pipes have been getting enough heat and the water trick is working since they are fine so far. I’ve just been in panic mode about them because it is very rare that we get sub-freezing temps for this long a stretch.
Despite my body telling me I should just lay down on the floor and allow the world to spin, I had to stop at the Walmart pharmacy to refill most of my meds. While waiting I walked to the back and noticed they actually had some .38 special ammo, so I bought a 100 box.
Then I’m just outside the pharmacy waiting, sitting on the blood pressure machine bench with my head on my arms, resting on the cart. The box of ammo is bagged up with receipt in it, sitting on the child bench on the right hand side, why my head is on the left side. Two guys walk up and start looking at the vitamins. One of them positions himself with his backside right up against my cart where the ammo is while he looks at the vitamins. Or rather, pretends to look at the vitamins. Just as he reaches backwards like he’s going to lean against my cart, I reach over, grab the ammo and move it under my arms, keeping my hand on it.
He apparently decides he doesn’t need any “vitamins” and wanders off. As does the other guy.
Poor little doggie. That must have been so painful
Cats are not dogs, I know that we both know this, but…my cats used to get bladder infections and stones all the time. The only thing that worked was to stop giving them tap water. I sure hope your fix is as easy as mine was, once I had it figured it out.
We will happily be your alibi. Of course aurora maire didn’t beat the inspector with a frozen bull whip and then stabbed him to death with a handy ice cycle that she pulled off her ceiling, she was with us!!!
Chimera I hope you start feeling better soon. My thoughts about the maybe would be snatch and grab guys are that criminals are not as smart as they think they are. They figured that you were buying ammo because you had ran out of bullets, so had an empty gun. They aren’t the sort of folks who plan ahead and never have an empty gun.
My rant: Buttercup was at the dog park, running like the wind with her afghan buddy and they leaped around a human toddler. I was watching them run, the dogs didn’t touch the little guy they just avoided him and kept running, but he fell down and got scraped up. The parents went ballistic, and it got pretty ugly.
From what I got, they had brought their just barely walking child into an area that big dogs run around and expected some sort of Disney experience to teach their kid how friendly dogs were.
They were not happy that their expectations were not met and really did seem to expect that everyone who had brought their dog to the park should stop everything so the kid could have a good experience.
I feel sorry for the kid.
The grocery store where I shop up to three times a week is closing soon. They started a 50% off sale today. Chaos. Disorder. Decimation.
Too tired to take it. Didn’t really need anything. Walked in. Walked out.
On top of that, they’re changing hours to close at 10pm. The only place I’ve been able to shop after my 2nd shift. I’ll either have to leave the house on my days off (which I’ve avoided for years), or change my hours to get off at 11pm so I can shop at a different store that closes at midnight.
It just makes me tired and sad right now.
No 24-hour places near you? My husband and I got VERY well acquainted with where those were when he was on second shift.
I wish my knee would get better. It’s been two weeks since I fell off my motorcycle and it still hurts so much it can wake me up at night if I roll over onto it the wrong way.
It’s not bruised, nor is there any ligament or muscle damage - what happened was when I fell, I skinned my knee against the pavement. But my knee was safely inside my super-expensive Kevlar women’s slacks with built-in substantial kneepads*, and the flesh tore open against the inside of the slacks against the fabric. The slacks themselves look in perfect condition.
I actually recover from bruises very quickly, and I have amazingly strong bones. But due to my crazy body, however, skin tears take weeks to months to heal sometimes. And hurt. A lot.
The motorcycle has been fixed to like new again, at least. It sucks I wrecked my pretty new bike in my own driveway on the second day I owned it, but apparently that happens. 
- The slacks look like fashion jeans, and I get a lot of jokes about how I should wear them to the clubs so it would make it easier for me service people.
I’ve taken to sleeping in long undies, with a toque on! And I live in the USofA! Thousands of miles SOUTH of the tundra! And yet I’m :
: disguised as a Canadian all night long…
I had to go back and read more closely - yup, you did indeed say, “Dog park.” I have a great method for parents to not get their toddlers run over by dogs - stay out of the friggin’ dog parks. Crazy bastards.
You’ll stay warmer if you sleep nakies. I call it “Canadian-style.”
I looked that up on Wiki, eh? and it says “nakies with moose.”
The moose is optional.
I’ve heard the moose costs extra.
Nothing as simple as this store was without a car. Simply on the way between work and home, grab a bus, stop at the store, grab the next bus, or sometimes walk home if bag isn’t heavy. I’m a city shopper. Small, frequent trips. I’m hoping whatever store takes it over keeps it as a 24hr eventually, and this is temporary, but I’m not holding my breath.
Oh. Must have missed the “no car” part. I hope you figure out a good solution to this difficulty.