LOL
Nah, she’s just a hurricane junkie. But I get bored with it pretty quickly, and as I said, also can’t stand watching reporters standing out in the middle of severe weather when they don’t need to be.
As far as the post office mix-up rant above, I’d say don’t be too hard on your mail carrier. Whatever they’re delivering would have already been sorted and bundled (correctly or incorrectly) back at the post office. It’s the idiots in the sorting room, not the guy out running the route.
It’s a very small town post office so it’s pretty likely the ‘idiot in the sorting room’ was the mailman himself.
I"ll have to ask one of the other mailmen about that.
I live in a duplex. The family in the other half moved out about a week ago. The landlord has taken the opportunity to do some renovations in that half.
I was in the bathroom this afternoon and the toilet sounded strange when I flushed it. Then when I tried to wash my hands, there was no water. I looked outside and saw there was a utility truck in the driveway. Apparently the landlord was having some work done on the plumbing. And the plumbing for both halves of the building is connected.
Not a crisis or anything. The water was back on an hour or so later. But I was very annoyed that they would shut off my water without even telling me it was happening.
Yeah, they could’ve knocked on your door, at least left a doorknob hangy-thingie.
Oh yeah, there’s a leak of some kind under our (rented) house and the spare bedroom - which had become my project room - has soggy foam under the carpet & is starting to stink of mildew. Landlord brought fans & wants to plug in a dehumidifier; I want the carpet & foam underneath replaced.
Also, the cause of all this moisture hasn’t been definitively established in the 1st place. Landlord is blaming incoming water pipes from the city utilities, but the plumbers he sent over AND WHO TRAMPLED MY PLANTS EVEN AFTER I OFFERED TO MOVE THEM said the (supposedly defunct) soaker hose was leaking.
… also, I’m really really mad at myself for not just overruling & moving my plants anyway. I have a couple of Mother of Thousands and had just posted a for-sale for the plantlet babies night before. 20+ mssgs on my phone the next morning from people wanting to send me money, and I eventually had to scrap the whole affair.
I knew better. Why the fuck do I let people overrule my instincts?!?
we had an old bitter asshole who was a relative of the landlord paint our house ……he killed off all the grass by rinsing all the painting stuff in the yard ….and when my aunt complained he waved her off and said “itll grow back”
never did ………
Shoulda sent him a Christmas card every year with a photo of the scar enclosed, labeled,
Nope
Nope
Still nope
Annnd it’s still nope
Any estimates when?
I can’t speak for other geographical locations but, in Chicagoland, has anyone noticed the increasing number of drivers who will not turn right on a red light no matter how sparse the traffic?!
This morning I reached a major intersection just as the light was turning red. “Great”, I thought, “the cross traffic on both sides has an arrow, so we turn NOW and get a jump on all that cross traffic that is on the way to 294!” Nope, the guy in front of me sat there, the arrow ended, and all that cross traffic got in front of us on the way to the entrance which, lucky me, is a LEFT turn arrow.
There we sat, even after the cross traffic cleared. Nothing but mist and a lone tumbleweed crossing about a quarter of a mile down but, no dice. I guess it wasn’t “safe” to proceed.
One of our mini horses died last night. She was gored about a week ago by one of the goats, who nicked the femoral artery. My husband pressed a towel against the wound (in a pitch-black pasture, in a pouring rain, because that’s how these things go) until the vet could come and stitch her up. When she had survived the first few days, we thought she had turned the corner, but she developed an abcess. It was obvious last night she didn’t feel well, but the vet was going to come again today. Miss Peanut Butter curled up in her stall, cute like a little dog, and went to sleep forever.
She was a very personable little horse, liked attention, and knew she was prettier than any big horse. She was a princess in her own mind, and gradually brought everyone around to her point of view.
I did come to work today, but as I’ve done nothing but sit here and cry, think I will go home. The neighbor is coming this afternoon to help us put her away.
Oh, I am so sorry about Miss Peanut Butter. I’m a horse crazy girl (at age 61). They leave such a hole in our hearts.
Oh how sad! And how like an equine to go in the weirdest possible way (I’ve had horses all my life, and have worked professionally with them for 2o+ years).
I’m so very sorry she’s gone, it’s so hard to lose them so suddenly.
Sometimes, reading online stories makes me think I’m living in the Twilight Zone.
I just saw one (about a mysterious disappearance) that mentioned a suspect: “Mayer was arrested in Colorado on Aug. 19 for starting a fire in a creek”
Uh, OK. :dubious:
And a sports story out of Cincinnati has the Bengals coach praising his kicker, Randy Bullock.
“He’s morphed his body and feels confident about things.”
Morphed his body? Has he grown extra appendages? Is that legal??!?
I’ve been taking people aback by not saying “Great!” when they ask how I’m doing. I’ve been saying “Okay…”, or “Coping” to be more honest. If someone I care about (with a sense of humor) asks, I say “Well, I can’t get much more dramatic than last Friday… I was on my way to pick up my dog’s ashes when my car got totaled.”
But remaining dog is doing well, and after a week of riding my bike to work in the rain, I finally found a cheap used car. That was an ordeal, and I ended up with a tiny, impractical car… but it’s quirky! A 2001 Honda Insight. And I discovered another thing that makes it a perfect Midlife Crisis Car… the wife hates it.
Neighbor kid said “Hey, it’s the car from that movie… where the tough guy has to rent the first hybrid he’s ever seen!”
It seems to me that the driver might have had it in his/her mind that there would be a “bear” (truckers’ name for a cop, usually a traffic cop) lying in wait to write a ticket the moment the turn was made, and so the driver figured, best not to, no matter the traffic.
I guess it’s possible. Suppose a tree had fallen into a creek. You could set the tree on fire and it would, technically, be a fire in a creek. A person might want to emphasize that point in order to say there was little chance of the fire spreading and minimize the danger of what they had done.
On a separate note, it used to be possible to set lakes and rivers in the Great Lakes region on fire. There were so many chemicals being dumped in the water, they would burn despite the presence of the water. Needless to say, authorities discouraged this and there were laws against intentionally setting a lake on fire just as there were laws against setting a field or forest on fire.
But environmental laws were enacted and waterways were cleaned up. So I doubt anyone has set a creek on fire in that sense in recent times (at least in this country).
Can’t resist:
Cleveland city of light city of magic
Cleveland city of light you’re calling me
Cleveland, even now I can remember
Cause the Cuyahoga River
Goes smokin’ through my dreams
Burn on, big river, burn on
Burn on, big river, burn on
Now the Lord can make you tumble
And the Lord can make you turn
And the Lord can make you overflow
But the Lord can’t make you burn
Randy Newman
There is no rational relationship between what you do and how they feel. They would have hated you no matter what you did. And the only way to resolve it is to stand up for yourself loudly, repeatedly, and consistently. If you let them get away with anything you’ve established a new standard for what kind of treatment you’ll accept. Trying to appease them by staying “in your place” won’t solve anything or make anything better. Ten years from now you’ll regret letting their opinions control your behavior.
The only person who matters is your employer. If they tolerate or reward this kind of behavior, they are not worth your time or consideration.
All right, so Tiger Woods won his first tournament in forever. I get that it’s kind of a big deal. But the match ended well before my local news was supposed to start. So did they get the hell off the air so I can see my local news? No, they had to suck Tiger’s dick for 45 minutes. Jesus!
45 minutes? If Tiger can last that long without Viagra maybe he should go into porn next time his golfing career takes a dive.
He could do porn and have the film crew shout “In the hole!” the entire time.