Vomiting while driving is the whole reason hard-sided cups were invented!
(Someone gave me that tip on the SD while pregnant with my last kiddo - as a result, I now keep a large cup handy given that my daughter has my same propensity for motion sickness.)
My mom always kept a small bucket (with tight-fitting lid) in the vehicle for that purpose when I was a kid.
@#$%^&*
I just drove by the Westboro Baptist’s Church compound and their weekly sign is one of the nastiest in a long time.
BREAST CANCER AWARENESS! GOD SENDS THE CANCER!
Some of their signs lately have been kind of, for them, namby-pamby, but this one has them back in their oldest, ugliest, form. I may have to start taking an alternate route to the dog park, so I don’t pass by their place.
My new next door neighbor needs to pull the stick out of his ass! We have a decent relationship with the people who own the home to the west of us. They lived in the house for years and then decided to rent it out. The last group of tenants were AWFUL. The original lease was for 3 people but then one of the guys decided to sub-lease it to a family member. Eventually we could no longer keep track of who actually lived there based on the number of people going in and out of there. Plus they had a dog which was NOT allowed and were basically horrible asshats who did thousands of dollars of damaged and forced the landlords to go through a formal eviction process instead of just leaving. And they stole the furnace on the way out!
So after months of repairs, I offered to keep in touch regarding the new tenants to in case anything hinky was going on. Originally, we were informed that two men would be living there. Fine by me - fewer asshole kids running around destroying my stuff! Then they tell us they have had a security system installed with motion detectors and cameras that sends them an alert if anyone walks in their front yard or up the drive way. … OK dudes you live ACROSS THE STREET from a cop who parks his cruiser in front of his house with a camera aimed at so that’s kind of overkill, mmmmkay? One day I noticed a sign on the porch that said “beware of dog” and saw them walking a dog. So, knowing what the previous tenants did, I texted her - basically “hey just wanted to make sure you knew they guys have a dog and it looks like a pit mix” and she texted back that it was just fine.
Then a couple of months later, I notice a few more people seem to be around fairly frequently. Not really a big deal, except there’s only room for 2 cars in the driveway and backing out of ours is getting a little tighter. THEN I see the guy walking THREE dogs down the street at the same time. So, again I texted her - “just checking to see how many dogs and people are supposed to be living next door?” Making sure it’s all kosher.
Less than five minutes later, my doorbell rings and it’s the guy next door FLIPPING out wanting to know WHY I texted HIS landlord who is his BEST FRIEND and she KNOWS ABOUT EVERYTHING and I just need to mind my OWN BUSINESS because blah de blah de blah. He was livid! I stayed totally calm and tried to explain my reasoning but he just kept going on and on and on and then my dumbass testosterone-fueled husband comes up behind me and gets all “HEY who are you talking to MY WIFE like that??” and I literally had to shove him behind me and step out the door because he was just going to make things worse. I never did get out an entire sentence as to WHY I did what I did and eventually he just walked away.
I messaged her again the next day and said that I was sorry if I started anything on her end but I was just trying to make sure she didn’t get screwed over again.
I hadn’t seen anyone from the house in a long time, other than briefly being outside at the same time. Today he was hanging up lights on the front porch when I was unloading groceries and I was just trying to be polite and ask if they were for Halloween and he just said, “DON’T talk to me!” I shrugged. WTF dude?
Are all the dogs still there?
I work long hours and I’m not sure. The landlord did confirm that she was aware of the human and canine residents.
My sister and I spent the weekend down with my daughter and her boyfriend. I rented a hotel room for sis and myself, because I figured 4 people in a small one bedroom apartment wouldn’t quite work.
Sis warned me she “might” snore “a little bit”.
JFC.
A fricking freight train is quieter. Toss in some apnea choking and it was hell.
I spent a good portion of the night sitting in my car, smoking, reading, and (at least twice) crying. I was up at 415 Saturday morning for dialysis. We were on the road for the 2.5 hour drive by 1030am. We finally settled into the hotel room for the night at 9pm, after walking a ton. I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was sleep. To add to it, the hotel hosted a huge wedding. The ballroom was on the way out to my car - every time I went outside I had to pass through increasingly drunk partygoers. At 3am I managed to sidestep the barf, but had to step over someone passed out in the doorway. Both were resolved by my 445am car jaunt. They were also carousing loudly in the hallways.
By the time we drove home late yesterday afternoon, I was frigging loopy, bordering on cranky heifer.
Never again.
I appreciate that she came with - I get too emotional leaving, so she keeps the chatter going so I don’t get too down. I either need to suck up the sadness or she needs to rent her own hotel room.
Sounds like she needs a CPAP. My wife is just as loud without hers–a F-16 rotating off the runway is quiteter.
I agree - she does need a CPAP. That would require her to have medical insurance. She does not. Her husband won’t put her on his insurance, as it’s “too expensive”. She won’t get a job, because it interferes with her volunteer position. She is built exactly like her grandmother, who died at 59 from a massive heart attack. Sis is 58. She eats horribly, begs out of going to the gym, spends most of her days holding the couch down.
It’s just a matter of time before we’ll be burying her.
My Grandpa worked in an oil refinery which had its own mini airport, which the worker’s dorm huts backed onto. There were two beds in a shared bedroom, per worker’s hut.
He had a hut to himself, while three guys slept in one of the others, despite being a popular guy, because he was genuinely louder than the planes taking off and landing less than 100 yards away.
And I get to do the ‘take home’ sleep test next week. Add that to the kidneys that are turning into raisins (40000units of Procrit and a bag of rust raised my counts from 7.2 to 7.4 last week. Normal (?) humans run 14–17, below 7 gets you a chair and a half litre bag o’blood.
https://www.msn.com/en-us/lifestyle/relationships/you-dont-leave-him-he-leaves-you/ar-BBOHxWr
Hell, 5 paragraphs in and I have no fucking idea what the story is. Another 5, what??? Are you writing a book?
Facts. I want facts. I don’t need you to set the stage, prime my emotions or any of that crap. Are you a journalist??
Who what when where and why, remember?
It mentions ‘the pair’, but I have to go 9 paragraphs in to get one of their names??
Did you get your editor drunk?
I’m not the best driver in the world, right? I didn’t learn to drive 'til I was in my thirties and I lack stereopsis. Those are my excuses and I’m sticking to them.
So when, driving along the interstate early the other morning, I accidentally cut off someone driving in my blind spot, I was apologetic but what could I do? I tried to give a sad face and a wave.
Then he started tailgating me. Hm. And then he turned on his brights, and KEPT them on as he followed right behind me for MILES. Then he follows me downtown, through three turns, though thankfully not into my parking garage.
What. The. Fuck. I’m sorry I cut you off, dude, but seriously, try having a sense of proper scale here. Is retribution for cutting you off worth the risk of causing an accident? And what if I’d been a crazy person with a gun?
Have you pointed out that the CPAP would be less expensive than the funeral?
In another direction, with this years change to the health care, comes the return of pre-authorization. This has been offset by my now having entered the mythical land of no co-pays. Somehow I would rather be healthy…
I still haven’t succeeded in convincing my mom to go to a doctor with what might be a broken foot because she’s worried her overpriced yet stunningly craptastic health insurance (thanks, Blue Cross! :rolleyes:) won’t cover anything. She insists the foot is feeling better – and if she’s still limping, she’s doing a good job of hiding it. 
They dispensed with editors years ago. Now with online ‘news,’ you just have to first, not best. Or anything even close.
I took a bunch of pictures on my phone that I’m trying to upload to Google drive. Either the Wi-Fi at home and at work is crap, or my phone has suddenly lost the capability to upload with any speed.
They were trying to get me to replace it back in May, but I really don’t need the added expense right now.
The HR guy from Company A called to congratulate me. He said that he was going to email me the job offer, but it has yet to arrive.
I’d rather work for Companies B and C, but they took a long time to contact me. So I’ve barely begun the interview process with them.
If I turn down Company A’s offer (assuming it comes), it’s possible that I’ll be rejected from all three. But if I accept Company A’s offer, I’ll have to spend two years in Munich. Decisions, decisions…
last bloodwork I did had my plalets at 55k … no wonder I can’t manage to stay awake more than an hour at a time, and pant like an overheated basset hound if I need to limp more than about 20 feet…
How long can you delay your departure for Munich? Where are you now?