You can use them to make tea or hot chocolate. If you got one of the new Vue type, you can make the tea stronger (my biggest complaint about the K cups is that the tea is too weak).
Roddy
Ug. In my time I had a 5 month miscarriage for Christmas, an all 4 wisdom tooth extraction with broken jaw [I tripped on the way out. They hauled me back in and wired my jaw back together. At least I was still mostly numb and stoned from the wisdom teeth thing.] and I spent a Christmas in a rehab facility relearning how to walk. A broken ankle? Pfff. Oh, and an uncle who died 2 days after Christmas from advanced cancer - he deliberately held out for one last Christmas. I think we would have rather he hadn’t as by that time he had effectively no internal organs left and was stoned on the medical version of a speedball constantly.
I saw 4 different ambulances on Christmas Day, and I wasn’t out and about very long.
What I thought about was that those people were having bad Christmases, and about the “holding out for Christmas” thing - wondering how many people had heart attacks or collapsed after keeping themselves together for just one more family celebration.
Breaking an ankle and having other minor issues? Whiny little bitch.
Can you afford a driving teacher? The one I hired in Florida wasn’t expensive, and that’s from someone who back then was making less than minimum wage.
Mom’s parish had a funeral on the 23rd, a double (not from the same family) on the 25th. Broken ankle = worst Christmas ever, my patootie.
Oh yeah? You hate people who hate Christmas? What a bunch of whiny bitches. I once heard of a guy who lost his wallet on Christmas Eve AND had a pretty bad hangnail, and HE hated people who hate Christmas. So all you people who still have photo ID and lunch money and DON’T have a hangnail need to shut the fuck up.
I stubbed my toe and I’m kinda hungry. Does that count?
I have about 15 types of decaf tea in my cupboard, as well as two large cans of hot chocolate. I don’t drink any drinks with caffeine in them, and my husband drinks no coffee or tea (and I’ve seen him drink hot chocolate about three times in 12 years). Not to go all Opal on you, but this just isn’t a machine that we need or want.
Am I going to die if I mention that chocolate has caffeine?
When I get gifts that I don’t want/need, I re-gift them. Your offer was very kind.
My rant: Lucky has turned into an asshole cat. He gets up on the kitchen counters and he KNOWS he’s not allowed to do that.
He is clawing the furniture…yes, he is declawed, but if I let him do it, the clawed cats will think they can. Lucky wakes up in the middle of the night and starts doing the killing of dust and mighty hunter song.
Lucky starts fights with Spike. Poor Spike will just be having a nice nap and Lucky will go over and attack him. Bed fight with one declawed and half his mouth gone cat vs one cat so brain dead that he sleeps in the waterbowl.
Don’t start taking bets on this fight, its pretty even. If I had to choose the winner, it would be Lucky because he’s such an asshole cat that he has stopped giving warning and just attacks.
Then, in the middle of the night, I will wake up to pee and see both of those idiot cats curled up together and giving me the look of “you didn’t just see this…walk away now”
Are there any places that sell driving lessons there? That’s what I had to do here, because we don’t have a car but I needed to get my license anyway. I was able to use the lesson car for the test as well.
Mini-rant: I’m so fucking annoyed that I’ve had to work all my “vacation” time this week. The thing is, it’s not like I can just decide not to - the person who was actually responsible for the project was out of the country and I was not and I’m her backup. Completing the project correctly is critical to my company. And she couldn’tt have foreseen that the requirements she gave were inaccurate.
But goddammit, I can still be annoyed that I had to fix it and monitor it all Christmas Eve, Christmas and my subsequent time off, especially when I’m working on New Year’s.
It didn’t help that my husband and brother in law got int some stupid argument over my BIL’s use of photos of our kids on facebook. Why the hell can’t some people just back the fuck down instead of making a huge issue out of everything? My BIL posted photos of our kids to his facebook account without asking my husband; when my husband found out, he asked that the photos be taken down because he wasn’t comfortable with it. My BIL got really mad at him and started a big argument about it and bitched to me about my husband behind his back. Dude, you’re family and I really like you, but don’t expect me to join in with you when you’re bashing my husband. I’m the only one who gets to do that and only in jest. I won’t participate in something like that over a fucking facebook photo.
I would like to pit my asshole sister, whom I’m going to see this afternoon. I fly up north in a couple of hours to see my family and I’m not looking forward to seeing her.
She’s the only one of us three girls that has a child and she uses her to get her own way, essentially holding my family ransom. She made my dad cry this Christmas by threatening to never let him see his granddaughter again because he gasp tried to discipline her when she was acting out and my sister was outside having a smoke. He didn’t do anything wrong at all, but my sister flipped out, telling dad to ‘never fucking touch my daughter again or you’ll never see her again’.
She would not get off her fat lazy ass all Christmas, leaving everyone else to clean up after her kids (she has a step daughter as well) and do all the cooking. When asked to dry the dishes, she said no and walked away. Mom has RA and is struggling, and asked my sister for help, please, but still, she wouldn’t. Mom ended up dropping a dish she was drying, cut herself and had to go get stitches on Christmas day.
The icing on the cake is that she stopped taking her anti-depressants and told everyone that the doctor wouldn’t prescribe her new ones. My other sister mentioned this in passing in front of her husband and he said ‘No, she has a whole bottle at home, she just decided to stop taking them’, which, of course, caused a fight between them. She quit because they are trying for number two. BUT, she has endometriosis and it’s SOOOOO BAD she has graduated to percocets for pain relief all month (not just during her period) and has started asking my RN sister to get her percocet from the OR where she works. Um, no.
Yup, she had major issues and she’s tearing the family apart. And she wants another child in an unstable relationship where they can’t afford one. I am sure this visit will result in me tearing her a new one. I’m sick of her.
Nope - chocolate has theobromine in it, not caffeine. 
Well, she’d have to pay shipping. 
Bad kitty!
That’s a great idea - I wouldn’t drive with my dad when I was learning, so I took some lessons as well. It’s been a Godsend for the rest of my life - I learned to drive properly, instead of learning to mimic all my family’s mistakes.
Well, it’s certainly mini, but you weren’t very ranty. Where is the moaning? The pronouncement that this is the worst day of your life? That, in fact, this has ruined the chances of your ever being happy again?
So, you failed.
Try again for partial credit.
This worked with training my Shiva to stay off things like counters, tables, and mantlepieces. If you aim it right, it might work with preventing the clawing of the furniture, too.
Yeah, her “WORST. CHRISTMAS. EVER.” showed up in my newsfeed along with the heartbreaking posts from the deceased girl’s family about how much they missed her on Christmas morning. “Vaguebook Queen” sees my posts, she knows what my “family” is going through - I was like “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I had a huge verbal smackdown written but then decided not to be a dick and didn’t post it, just blocked her from my newsfeed. Honestly, think about what you’re saying. It could be so, so much worse and you should be thankful for what you DO have.
I swear to god some people should not be allowed near the internet. The latest review of my book on vaccines is from a moron. Every single sentence is one either a love letter to vaccine preventable diseases or dimwitted illustration of their failure to understand science. Stupid, birdbrained, dimitted, arrogant dumb fuck. I hope he realizes that I’m donating any money I make from the book’s profits to a group that funds the MMR vaccine for really poor kids.
I’ve added a ‘not helpful’ to her review.
Why the fuck can’t I have the brand of depression that causes me to not want to eat? Instead I get the “Oh, maybe eating all this shitty food will make me happier” kind. Now I’m gaining weight, and what little happiness it does bring is so short-lived. At least I’ve been able thus far to fight the “I’m going to go buy something expensive I don’t really need; that’ll make you happy” impulse, although that is growing stronger.
You described my current situation quite well.
There are extremely few things I hate more than doing a whole lot of work, then losing the work and having to start it ALL over.
I’m so pissed at myself right now. 