It is time to retire the “Red Delicious” apple.
No taste, mushy texture, fit only for less discriminating infants.
Bring on the Honeycrisps!
OK, I get that everyone takes the occasional mental health day. This is especially true when we hit December and you have a few sick days left and they don’t roll over into the next year. When you call in to use these dates don’t, by all that is holy, tell me that you are just too tired to come in because you were volunteering for your church all weekend. It just breeds resentment as I am stuck picking up the slack for your poor time management. Have the decency to fake a cough on the call or something.
Jumping over from the previous month…
Lynn Bodoni, You’re right, we dodged major bullets with Mom not doing the whole “House Beautiful” theme decoration. Now I am doubly grateful.
Jeep’s Phoenix, fellow sister in suffering! I feel for you and your pickles and Snoopy stuff.
And that damned icicles! Wow, do I remember that. I think we may have had it worse than you. See, that stuff used to be made from lead – It draped much nicer than the light weight aluminum stuff they switched to when they decided poisoning toddlers and pets that chewed on it wasn’t really nice.
But Mom preferred the older stuff. So not only did we have to put it on strand by strand, we had to TAKE IT OFF strand by strand, laying it out neatly on tissue paper so it could be wrapped in a bundle and saved for the next year. And the next. It must have been nearly a decade before that bundle somehow got ‘lost’ between Christmases. 
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googles
Clicks link with trepidation
Aieeeee! Decorator overload!
Three! Three! Three rants in one!
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Spending three weeks in a hotel in a grotty suburb of Paris, with a nasty case of bronchitis, in November, is not one of my all time favorite things to have been doing.
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Adding a urinary tract infection to the above does not sginificantly improve matters. Speaking as a guy, my eternal sympathies to all the womenfolk who apparently get these things far more often than we do. Ugh.
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Special best wishes to whoever stole all my keys out of my backpack while it was in the overhead bin on the flight back to the States. What the fucking fuckity fuck do you think you are going to do with a bunch of anonymous keys, for fuck’s sake?
The car battery was clearly not going to survive the switch to winter. A mini-annoyance, once it was clear. Was worried that it was the alternator, though. Found out that not only can car parts places check your battery, their battery checker can check your alternator.
It was still a pain to buy and switch batteries, but I had help. So it was annoying, but it’s over.
On the plus side, the conductor led his own arrangement of The Little Drummer Boy/Bolero, which just knocked my hat off. There’s a version on YouTube, but it doesn’t compare.
In all fairness, it IS red, and quite attractive, even if it isn’t delicious. If I somehow wind up with Red Delicious apples (as a gift or something) I make pomanders from them.
If you’ve got a cell phone, it’s probably got an alarm clock feature buried somewhere in its utility menu. Look around in there; maybe that’ll get you through the month.
I use the alarm feature in my cell phone when I travel; it’s purty handy.
Note to self: While it’s great to write down what a person wants for her birthday and xmas presents, it would also help to note the damn website where the desired item is from.
Dammit.
There’s an abandoned pub near my house. I’ve always thought it should be adapted to something or other, so was all positive when I got a letter saying that it would be.
However, the plan is to turn this small pub and some land next to it into 217 residential units plus retail spaces. They would shut off the alleyway, making journey time from my place to the main road change from 5 to 15 minutes, and would provide only disabled parking spaces, no general use ones. As it happens, I do have a blue badge disabled permit, but my estate is mostly old people and people with disabilities, and there’s a supermarket, a market, an art gallery, several shops, cafes and a bar already competing for the 30 spaces that exist; parking at the weekend is often impossible.
Now there will be 217 more homes, plus businesses, trying to fit into 30 spaces. Less, during the building work which, going on my substantial experience of building work in this road, (the supermarket, art gallery and bar, plus two blocks of flats weren’t there when I moved in), will mean road closures.
But only homeowners can protest. So I can’t, and neither can 90% of my neighbours. Our landlords could - but mine is a housing association which is useless, and the other main landlord is the council that is letting this go through.
C.450 homes plus lots of businesses, including a supermarket, and 30 parking spaces. Plus a closed pedestrian right of way. Insane.
It is that time again. I hate going out in public: goddam christmas music everyfuckingwhere. I’m so glad I have XM radio; I can keep the Blue Collar Comedy channel on while I’m in my car and have some peace and quiet.
If I ran a retail establishment, I would not play Christmas music and I’d advertise that fact. My store would be packed with people trying to get away from it everywhere else.
I’ve worked 10 out of the last 11 days, including Thanksgiving. The only thing I hate more than work is myself, because I have to put up with all that whining.
Today can go suck eggs. I don’t even have the energy to enumerate the things that are pissing me off.
Would someone else please please please do my Christmas shopping for me this year? I’ve left it too late and I really don’t want the stress. No one will tell me what they want, both my sisters are too broke for Christmas and I feel bad because I usually like shopping for them, my aunt and uncle bought my mother the TV hubby and I were going to split with her so now I REALLY need to finish the sweater I"m knitting for her and I’m sure it’s going to be too big but it’s too late to turn back…sigh
Can someone tell Katy Perry that every song sounds the same and that screaming isn’t singing?
Stupid iphone weather app icons! What does this symbol mean? The cloud and the sun and the raindrop and the snowflake; all those make sense. It took me a bit to realize that the curling lines were supposed to be warning of high winds.
What the hell is a thermometer on top of a snowflake supposed to indicate? Falling temperatures and snow? Freezing rain? Zombie apocalypse? ?!?
And for an app apparently made by Yahoo!, why isn’t there an icon key available somewhere on the app or web? The only ones I’ve found are for previous versions, which are of no help. grumble
Go to the gym to work out on Sunday. The lock on my locker was gone, as was all my stuff in it. Front desk had no clue about what could have happened. A manager strolled by and asked me, “Hey, aren’t you Cognoscant? We cut your lock off yesterday.” After asking what the fuck for, she claimed I’d only paid for a month on the locker. I said it was a year and anyway I had paid less than a month ago. The manager looked concerned and ran into a back office. She emerged with a big bag containing my stuff. Apparently they wrote my details down wrong and decided I was overdue. Thankfully they didn’t throw everything away, and did give me a new lock as a replacement
They also included the cut lock in the bag with the rest of my stuff. How useful.
Oooh, now I want to see the icon for Zombie Apocalypse!
What would your hypothetical store sell? Cuz I’m so totally patronizing your hypothetical business.