I know you’re a nice person so I won’t pick on you.
Almost through 2012, and now it bites me in the ass. Or, more properly, my mom.
Yesterday evening, I receive a call from my 76 year old mother (who lives alone). She tells me she’s fallen while separating her two dogs, and to come over right now. I live 30 minutes away.
On her third call, I tell her to call 911, dammit, and I’m on my way. Got here while the EMTs are here (after the police busted her back door getting in) and ride with her to the ER.
After a couple hours, they think it’s a groin pull and are planning to send her home, until she practically shrieks trying to sit on the toilet. Then they do another x-ray and find the pelvic fracture.
So, she’s in the hospital for a week or two. I’m at her house taking care of the dogs. This would normally be enough.
Except, the older dog has a malignant tumor, and Mom was going to take her to be euthanized tomorrow. So now, in addition to being worried about my mom, I have to take the dog she’s had for around 15 years on her last trip. I have to do this, not just for the dog, but for my mom who is freaking out.
This sucks.
Chef Troy, I rant at you for having a better idea than I did. 
Indyellen, I hope your mother recovers soon.
My kids squeed with happiness after they saw the charming cards and ornaments you sent them came in the mail.
We Lavenders think you’re way cool.
Thanks, LavenderBlue. 
I pit myself for getting miffed over stupid little things. 
I’m fond a saying we have in the rural Carolinas; “Ain’t no thing but a chicken wing.” Repeat until your life focuses back around those you love and who love you. Then, make a big sheet of chicken wings, because aren’t you craving them by now?
EmilyG, is this about your thread in ATMB where people are characterising it as “complaining” about zombie threads?
Please, be careful and don’t overdo it with the Tylenol.
Not sure if this is a rant or just complete bafflement. My brother in law seems to have lost his fucking mind now that he’s had a kid. He just chewed me out on facebook for jokingly complaining about working all through the Christmas holiday week when I was supposed to be off, then having to work New Year’s. Apparently I have it good because my sister worked when she got her MBA and should be grateful.
The fuck? First, I’m sure my sister is mortified. Second, having been to grad school myself while working two part-time jobs and one full-time job, I think I’ve done my time. And third, what the fuck?
Well, stop it.
(There. You just got my new self-help book for free. Seriously, I’m going on Oprah and Jerry and Dr. Phil and just telling people to quit it.)
Seriously, my wife gets crazy/anxious about little things. So her best friend says “There are at least a million people in China that don’t care (about that thing you’re worried about).”
I sneezed. I am not dying from pneumonia, get a grip.
I hope I can find something remotely fun to do in this boring-ass-town for New Year’s Eve. I know it’s lame but I am getting the fuck out of this house and driving somewhere until i find something that doesn’t involve me watching news until i fall asleep.
I don’t know what the fuck I did here but I plugged the vacuum in and fucked up the electricity in two bedrooms and a bathroom. The electrician is coming Wednesday and I hope it won’t bee too expensive to fix.
That would have me swallowing nails in order to avoid spittin’ 'em at the in-laws too. Then again “what, you still don’t know me?” is a common complaint around my family, mostly directed at the three people who are supposed to be good at social stuff… apparently, if you’ve been labeled as sociable your whole life you don’t bother make an effort to figure out what others like, whereas if you’ve been called “a thistle” (lit. translation) since kindergarten, you do.
Me too. (I asked our library to order the book and read it when it came in, and thought it was quite good.)
I ripped the little frosting packet for my morning toaster pastry wrong and now instead of pretty little swirls I get big ol’ frosting turds lying higgledy-piggledy, thus ensuring a sub-optimal ratio of frosting to pastry with each bite. How much worse can my Monday morning possibly get?!? Woe, woe is me. ***wrings hands while a single tear creeps melodramatically down one cheek ***
So I got snowshoes for Christmas and I was all excited about going snowshoeing for the first time with a bunch of people I met a few weeks ago. I arrived at the meeting spot (a dead end road before the woods), pulled over to park… then promptly slid right into the ditch and got stuck and looked like a jackass.
Stupid snow had filled in the ditch so it looked level, therefore when I pulled to the side of the road I just slid right in. How freakin’ embarassing.
Yeah, Sierra, but it’s nothing really.
Well, sometimes I get worked up over little things, but I have a classmate who does it constantly! Some make mountains out of molehills, but she makes mountain ranges out of anthills. So annoying!
They don’t let you have knives in the Pity Palace?
Thank you. If you’ve read it, could you please give it a review on Amazon?
We’re trying to get it ranked higher over there. Right now if you throw the word vaccines into an amazon search, our book does not show up until page five. Most of the results in the top two pages are really terrible books. You have the Dr. Sears book (with an awful delayed vaccine schedule that isn’t based in science), the Louise Kuo Habakas book (with praise for Andrew Wakefield) and two books by Neil Z. Miller (who asserts he’s talked to space aliens – really!).
One of the things Amazon takes into account when ranking are the number of reviews.