I think I love your friend as well Bad puns while drugged and in pain…what a great spirit
Pours a glass of Bill’s brandy and thinks about both of you while I drink it. Then blushes at the compliment.
I do have to confess that the RatKing won. When I left, the RatKing had half of the storage units left to him and his minions. Lots of nice chairs and desk drawers to chew up and use for nests. From what my OCD minion has told me, nobody else is willing to go there anymore.
I will start selling tickets now for folks to watch it be nuked from orbit.
I think that we all should start a no flipping day light saving time revolt. The cows don’t care when they get milked as long as its regular. The cats will move their time with the sun. Dogs eat whenever they get food.
I also think that hotels should have better connections, but that’s a different rant.
The Maine Coon shows me her belly and gets all purry and adorable. I feed her and she goes back to largely ignoring me. It gets really tempting to just let her sit there hungry and really cute for awhile.
Mine started her morning “pester Mom” campaign at pretty much the former time (her version is snuggling and purring). She did eventually adjust somehow, and without very much drama, but then I key her meals more toward light level (breakfast waits until it’s light out, dinner is after dark), and she has kibble down all the time.
At least I managed to break her of the previous method of summoning her waitress in the morning, which was very energetic games of “pounce the foot”, with chewing on the foot through covers.
Lavender, got pictures? I’d be tempted to admire the cuteness longer myself.
None on hand right now but if you google brown tabby and white Maine Coon you’ll see a lot of Miss Lucy lookalikes. I really should figure out how to work the digital camera and take some. She’s sitting on the whites right now fast asleep and quite adorable.
Sigh. It’s been one of those ‘‘you can’t win’’ weeks. According to my FIL, my step-MIL is stressed out and physically compromised lately - apparently she’s been on disability the last four months. She wrote an e-mail to my husband asking that when we come to visit over Christmas break, we help out with the housework. He responded, ‘‘Sure, I’d be happy to do that’’ and then promptly forgot to tell me about the e-mail.
For reasons I still cannot comprehend, my step-MIL assumed that since my husband used the language ‘‘I’’ instead of ‘‘we’’ this meant that I, olives, refused to help with the housework. Furthermore, she claims I wrote something on my Facebook shortly thereafter complaining about ‘‘immaculate people,’’ and she took it as a personal insult.
I didn’t write anything about immaculate people, ever. I have no idea what this is about. I didn’t even know the e-mail existed until my FIL told me my step-MIL was upset about my reaction to it.
And of course, I’m not supposed to tell her I know she’s upset with me. :smack: He just wanted me to know so I don’t take it personally if she flips out on us while I’m there. Awesome.
They thought they fixed it. It crashed again. GARRRRRRR.
And, damnit, apparently even though I used Acronis to back things up, I wasn’t backing up all the drives and they didn’t want to use the image to restore because … I’m not sure, I guess it would wipe out the data on the drives that hadn’t been backed up? So they went with diagnosing the hardware which came up clean and telling me to reinstall using the saved information from windows.old.
So now not only is the damn thing still crashing, but now my SplashData is all mucked up. I remember this happening before, but not how I fixed it. And I can’t turn my touchpad off.
Tomorrow, I’m going to buy a new external drive, back up all the files, and work out how to reinstall my original image. And then figure out how to get it back to them, probably by working from home at least one day, because obviously it ain’t fixed yet.
Well, duh. You’re supposed to be able to read her mind.
Are your MIL and my mom related? Mom was once offended at me because when she complained about not wanting to stand while she was grilling out at my house (she insisted on doing the actual grilling after I had prepped the food). To make her more comfortable, I offered to pull a chair outside so she could sit down and relax. Apparently my wording (using the word “pull”) implied that it was that it was a huge burden on me to get a chair out for her, and I was only willing to do it because she was making me food.
She finished grilling, brought the food inside where she slammed it down (I think she may have broken the plate it was on), then went to her room and cried. It took me 30 minutes to calm her the fuck down.
One of my aunts is probably dying. She had an unhappy life overall and her health is very poor, so it is most likely a relief to her. Still sucks, though.
And another relative who has mental problems is in jail–again–for several criminal offenses (fortunately, no one was attacked or hurt). I don’t know if he can be forced to take his meds there, but they seem to be the only thing that ever kept him from going off the deep end. His parents keep begging for more prayers to bring him back from the mess he’s in. The praying never seems to work, though.
Ugh. I was on the train just now heading for downtown when about six REALLY drunk teenagers got on and sat right by me. One of them said to this couple with a baby ‘I don’t mean to be a pervert, but your baby is so cute. I wish I was cute.’ It went on and on - loud, swearing, one of the girls kept kicking me before she passed out. Finally I decided to change train cabs at a stop, jumped out, but didn’t make it to the next open door. So now I’m here waiting for the next train.
Asshole kids drunk at noon and ruining my train ride. Grr.
We went to see “Looper” yesterday afternoon, and it was quite good. It was not, however, in any way an appropriate movie for the four year old and eight year old boys that some idiot parent had brought to see the movie. Yes, when I was four years old, I would have really enjoyed seeing many, many violent deaths, blood spraying everywhere, people covered in blood, extreme violence, lots of swearing, etc. The nudity I’m not so concerned about, but that was way too mature for these boys, too.
My step-mother-in-law isn’t like that at all, really. Normally she’s a loud, excessively cheerful woman who is nice enough. According to FIL she’s just going through an exceptionally hard time. They have a weird relationship. There is so much he doesn’t tell her, and vice-versa. I mean stuff you would want your partner to know, like say the story of your previous marriage or your dating history. I don’t get all the secrecy, I don’t understand why we can’t just talk to her about it and get things straightened out. Ugh.
In December we must mourn
The children from a town now torn.
Such violence- a kind of porn.
Praying once.
Praying twice.
Pray the darkness yields to light.
I was riding the bus next to a guy yacking on his phone for the whole ride. He kept saying “Uh?” into his phone. In fact, this is something that nearly all cellphone users say when they talk on their phones on the bus. It’s never “huh?” or “what?” or “sorry?”, it’s always “uh?”, regardless of what language they’re speaking. I wonder why?
I continued on my train ride towards Stampede station. There are two stations that you can get off, and the first is the one I should have gotten off at, but missed it. So, I continued on to the second so I could get off and get on a train coming back to the right stop.
When I got off the train, I looked down the platform. There were two young kids who had just gotten off - the train door closed and the girl started banging on it. Then the train left. As it went by me, I saw mom still on the train.
I ran down the platform to the kids, who were crying by this time. I was the only person there, so went up to them and asked what happened. Mom and their two younger siblings didn’t get off the train fast enough. So I waited with them for mom to come back (took about 10 minutes). Mom got off the train and was so happy, and she gave me a huge hug.
Turns out we were going to the same place - my husband is in the Fire Department and today was the FD Children’s Christmas party (for underprivileged kids). I went to the venue with them and got to watch the kids sit with Santa and get their gifts. It was so sad when I was talking to them - I asked if they were excited about Santa coming to their house at Christmas and they said he wasn’t coming to their house, but they did get a turkey this year.
So, everything today happened for a reason. I’m glad I was there for those kids when that happened.
Bad puns while drugged and in pain…what a great spirit 
