Bought a box of disposable gloves at the pharmacy a while ago – pretty good use of $$. Very useful when cleaning poop, dealing with raw meat … or *anything *involving a cut finger.
That said, cat poop + clothing = yuk. My sympathies.
Yeah, the jury’s still out on him for us, too. He does seem to take parking issues seriously, though, and I’m good with that. 
So, two phone calls, half an hour on hold (I didn’t get through on the third phone call), a couple of tweets, a handful of emails and umpteen people getting involved, and my simple call to the dispatcher to have a derelict truck looked after might be getting towed soon (the truck that is, not my call).
So easy - I don’t know why everyone doesn’t do this! :rolleyes:
Late rant:
I swear, if I find out the asshat who said the skyways were closed Saturday night after the Trans Siberian Orchestra show - I will slice, dice, sautee, pickle, blow up him/her. TheKid and I ended up walking 4 blocks in below zero weather to our car. I, of course, left my coat in the car since we usually can use the skyway to and from the arena. As we crossed the street to finally get to the parking ramp, I looked up at the skyway - full of people.
And lady who was sitting next to me at the concert? I’m sorry you felt the need to leave early. If it was because you could not get comfortable, maybe you should have switched seats with your husband. It was TSO, not the St Paul Chamber Orchestra. Yes, I was tapping my foot. It’s not my fault you chose to sit with your left buttcheek on my right leg. Not against. ON. One sits skinny on narrow seats, not splayed like you did.
On another front, mortgage-company-who-will-not-be-named can go DIAF. YOU screwed up the foreclosure, but are trying to blame my mother and me. YOU put wrong names on legal documents, which were rejected by the state. YOU put wrong social security numbers on tax forms. YOU waited 6 months to tell us of “our errors”. No, not “our” errors, YOURS. You claim to have sent a letter to me last summer, but I have no record of it, I was not the primary person ON the mortgage (it’s still not clear how I ended up involved in the mess, anyways), my mother did not receive this letter and you cannot provide a copy of said uber-super-duper important letter. My mother is having panic attacks, thanks to you all. The least you can do is pay her attorney’s fees, but you’re balking, stating you really didn’t fuck up too badly. Yes, yes you did.
This is more being bummed than a rant, but… I’m participating in the SDMB gift exchange this year. I went through a lot of trouble picking out gifts, and… in the thread, the person who is getting my gift wishes they were getting a gift from someone else. 
I hope they’ll like the thing I sent them anyway.
That ‘person’ (using the term loosely) is a douche canoe of the highest order.
My rant: Why do people who live in places that actually have winter continually bitch about it when it happens? It’s freaking December dumbasses, it’s going to be cold. Suck it up and shut your yap.
This drives me insane. I hate summer, so when winter comes, I shut the hell up because I feel you’re only allowed to bitch about one season per year. But I am constantly bombarded with “OMG I hate how cold it is!” Then move south. It’s fucking December. It’s only going to get worse, and it’s also still above freezing most days. Shut up.
Don’t get me wrong - I love winter. I love the cold. I love catch of your breath when you first go out in sub-zero temperatures. I love snow. The crisp crunch of walking in it. The sound of winter - especially at night - can be almost haunting in a lovely way. I don’t mind shoveling. It’s all part and parcel of living in Minnesota and I would not want to live anywhere else.
However.
Winter makes us realize how dependent we are on each other. We have to work together to get roads/sidewalks plowed, otherwise we are stuck. We have to work together to get places, as that one person granny crawling 10mph down the interstate causes everyone to be late. Speeding around her is often not a possibility. As a Minnesotan, to have to rely on someone else kind of sticks in our collective craw. We’re “better” than that (think Minnesotan Exceptionalism a la Garrison Keillor). I don’t know if that makes any sense - it sounded better in my brain than it does typing it out.
But the thing is, neighbor to the east 
, I don’t really hear people bitching so much about that stuff you mentioned, it’s mainly the bitching about the cold that gets me. It’s freaking December, it happens.
You SDak’ers are a different breed, though
And I agree. You expect to be hunted as mosquito bait in July and freeze your ass off in December. It goes with the location.
“My god, it’s COLD!!!”
“Yup, tends to happen this time of year.”
Walked 2.5 miles in 6 degree weather yesterday morning, just fine, even being sick. Of course, the only part of me visible were my eyes. I was wearing a t-shirt under my winter jacket too. Because that coat is just that damned good! Only part of me that got cold were the fronts of my legs, from the wind cutting through my jeans. Was so warm the last half mile, returning from the grocery store, that I pulled the scarf down from my face to cool off.
Whereas, and I will never forget this, when I worked at the college, I’d see kids from out of state running around in below zero temperatures with no jacket at all, complaining bitterly about the cold. :rolleyes: Kid, you’re too fucking stupid to be attending college.
^ Where’s the like button on this thing?
I’ll happily pile on the cold complainers. STFU, GTFO. I put up with the three months of hot and humid crap, because the majority of the year, it’s comfortable or cold. The way I like it. I also dress appropriately. You can’t walk outside in just a jacket, without hat, scarf, gloves, and complain about being cold. You should be more concerned with being too stupid to walk a few blocks in warmth.
It’s like I always say, you can always put more clothes on, not so much the other way.
One of my university classmates (I went to uni at McGill here in Montreal, in the frozen white north) had problems with her feet because she didn’t wear proper shoes/boots in the cold weather. She said that proper boots would’ve been unfashionable. :smack:
You know what else is unfashionable? Chilblains. Put on some proper boots.
The only comment in that entire thread about a person wanting to receive from a specific person was in response to a gifter commenting on her paintjob a reused box.
As usual** EmilyG** is taking a random comment and making it all about her.
Sorry, folks. I went a bit off the rails, I admit. I’m fucked up in the head, and it shows sometimes. I over-reacted. In fact, I did have second thoughts about what I posted here in the rants thread, and tried to change it to “never mind,” but missed the edit window.
No, I don’t think anyone in the gift exchange thread is a douche canoe. But I like that phrase and may have to start using it. But not about anyone in that thread.
Moonlitherial, I’m not trying to justify myself, but just explain why I acted that way I did. Tell me - do I really usually do this? (Making random comments about myself, I mean.)
(Hey, at least this time I’m commenting on a post that actually was about me. ;))
Fuck. Two to four inches of snow tomorrow after five inches on Saturday. I only found out because the school super sent out an email letting us know school may be delayed tomorrow. Go away winter. You’ve been here about a week and you’ve already worn out your welcome.
This is embarrassing. I finished sending the thank you cards out in August. One was just returned. I checked the address and I hadn’t messed it up, I think it just got lost and shuffled around for a while. I wouldn’t have minded if it was to one of Bill’s business contacts, but this one was to one of his favorite cousins. You know, one of the people that I’d really to not think of me as a rude, classless gold digger.
I guess the best thing to do is to write her a note thanking her again and apologizing for the lateness and then it and the unopened envelope in a priority envelope and send it out again.
“Dear” local transit system, if you must consistently vary from your printed schedule, please at least make up your alleged mind which direction that variance will be in. Granted, that frantic sprint to catch a bus that was at the stop three minutes EARLY did wake me up rather effectively, but I could have still done without the scare on Monday morning. You’re normally late, which has forced me to arrive at work 45 minutes early to allow for a later bus run’s inability to reliably connect to the train I need. Can we at least try a little consistency, if you’re that adamant that your schedule should not resemble any known reality?