When I order a small hot tea, you’re not doing me a favor by putting it in a gigantic cup. I don’t care if it’s the same price, I don’t want a half gallon of weak tea, I want a normal sized cup of good strong tea. And yes, I am going to make you pour it into the smaller cup.
I really don’t care what pseudo-time it is (since that’s pretty arbitrary anyway), I just find the hassle of switching over annoying.
I whole-heartedly believe that this situation sucks for federal employees. I live in the DC area, which means my social life and professional life are both chock full of people whose livelihood is on the line with this budget nonsense. Congress needs to get its act together.
Nah, I was just an AF brat that lived there for 8 years learning to avoid huge numbers of poisonous critters and old WWII ordinance.
I watched enough “what to do if you dig up a white phosphorous munition in your garden” films to pay off my karma debt here. 
+1
As someone who does rescue, I have learned that sometimes there are cats that just have to take the hit for the team. Have kitteh fixed and let the so called owner have a cat that lives a little longer and doesn’t breed.
Air Support!!! See how you managed to steath post on me
Did they do the “If the Army wanted you to have a wife, they would have issued you one?”
Please tell me that you weren’t there in 1994. If you were, I have NO idea who was the one who kept pranking the holiday dispays. Honestly, it was so long ago that I don’t even remember anything about that.
I certainly don’t have any knowledge about someone pranking the Thanksgiving display by pushing the Native Americans to the ground, using a dry erase marker to put pock marks on their faces and tossing army blankets and empty whiskey bottles around.
There really is NO reason that I did my 4 years and got discharged as an E2. Promotions just weren’t happening in my field.
Aw, nuts. I knew it was gonna happen, but … Switching over from paid to unpaid leave while taking care of my Other Shoe is gonna suck. So bad that he’s gonna have to suck it up and be independent, and I’m gonna have to leave him alone to go back to work. There’s really no other way. We gotta eat; the cats gotta eat. The car needs gas. Utilities gotta get paid.
Already in debt past our eyeballs, so it can’t get worse. Well, it can; I can’t LET it get worse.
That is a thing of beauty to be enjoyed forever. Hats off to the unknown prankster.
I do give some extra weight to your opinion, and it would very hard for me to take it to the pound… We are having the cockroach come over tonight and I will try to find out some more specifics about how the cat lives.
We just got back from taking Ellie to the vet. Her tail has been drooping, and not wagging much, but we couldn’t tell that anything specific was wrong. He did some blood tests, and she may have multiple myeloma. 
He sent another blood sample to another lab for a more specific test. We should know something by Friday. I don’t remember what was elevated off the chart on the first test. We have to take both dogs with us since they are a bonded pair, and I can’t hear too well above the howling sometimes.
Insomnia sucks. I have trouble falling asleep, and once I get to sleep I can’t stay asleep.
No caffeine after lunch, no workouts late in the day, I can sit on the couch reading until I can’t keep my eyes open, but the minute I get horizontal I’m wide awake. Usually as soon as I lie down my sinuses decide to clog up too.
I can’t get warm, I think that’s part of the problem. Even with my heaviest pjs, two pairs of socks, and polar fleece sheets I still get chills. And my feet feel like blocks of ice.
I went to bed at 11:30pm, laid awake until 1am, then I was awake at 2am, 3:15am, 4:25am, 5:45am, finally slept until 7:15 when I said fuck it and got up. That’s been typical of the last two weeks or so.
Sudafed helps to knock me out, but I hate the way I feel the next day. It’s almost worse than not sleeping. I tried valerian, but I don’t think it helped much, and it smells like toe jam. I can’t hardly choke down the pills.
All I really want is some sleep. Too much to ask?
Cant help with the insomnia, but the block-of-ice feet I can fix: microwaveable slippers. They’ve been a real godsend to me, since basically there is no relationship between the temperature of my feet and the temperature of the rest of me, and the temperature of my feet is always “lightly chilled corpse”. Can’t sleep without the slippers now.
Dr Girlfriend, it sounds like you are waking at every sleep cycle. You might want to be tested for sleep apnea, Also make sure you are sleeping in a completely dark room. cover any lights from the alarm clock or anything else in the room. I have read that red light is not disturbing to sleep but i turn my alarm clock around so I can’t see it (it has a red readout). I need to work on covering my windows better because dawn starts my waking thing as well.
Cold hands and feet can be a sign of low thyroid as well.
My husband and daughter bought me an electric blanket and pad for Xmas this year. The blanket is great. The pad (which goes between the mattress and the bottom sheet) is fantastic. I highly, highly recommend this. Before they got me those things, I was using a heating pad and/or hot water bottle, and trying to remember to put it between the sheets at my feet about 15 to 30 minutes before I went to bed. That helped a LOT.
Now for a rant of my own: apparently, my husband’s deadbeat brother is giving out our phone number as his own again. Either he doesn’t want to be called, or he doesn’t have phone service again. Either way, I’ve gotten 3 calls for him this morning. My answer is Deadbeat doesn’t live here, and we don’t communicate with him. I’m not his answering service. Deadbeat is looking for another job, because he’s been at this one for three months or so and he’s found out that this company actually expects him to work, just like every other company he’s had a job with. So, I don’t know if it’s creditors or potential employers who are trying to reach him, but frankly I don’t care. He needs to grow up and pay his phone bill, and give out his own goddamn number, not ours, because I’m not going to take messages for him and then try to get in touch with him.
Fuck Stanford. For about the 8th year in a row I’ve gotten sick from that debate tournament. Buncha disease-ridden plague-monkeys attend that tournament every year, and they always insist on sharing.
My mini-rants:
- Grumpy Cat is the least funny meme I’ve ever seen. The cat itself was cute and unique to begin with, but now the meme is boiled down to:
[Something Positive]
Grumpy Cat: No.
Let it die. It’s been overplayed more than Gangnam Style.
- It’s “Voilà!”, French for “There!” Not “Wah-la.” Please stop and learn the actual words you’re using.
I can’t sleep with cold feet, either, so I toast mine on a small heater before bed every night. Toasted feet are just lovely.
Well, somebody’s a grumpy little cat.
We have a heating pad on our bed that I turn on about a half an hour before we get in and we LOVE it! Ah, nice toasty bed every night! It’s heavenly.
I got a kindle for Valentine’s Day. Eldest took the kindle without my permission and stashed it in her room. I do not know WTF has gotten into her. She brings home four tests – two 100’s, a 95 and a 94. Then she steals my Valentine’s Day present. I swear it’s like becoming ten in December switched on the crazy space in her brain. I’ve decided as punishment I am borrowing a page from Downton Abbey for two weeks. She’s my new maid. She get to go to school, do homework, sleep and eat. When not doing that she’s cleaning the house.
In the last two weeks she’s gotten a note home for not doing her homework, taken the note out of her bookbag so I couldn’t read it, forged my signature, ignored my orders not to attend tryouts for a play after school and now stolen my kindle. I love her madly but I’ve never been this exasperated with another person in my entire life.
Fuck the increasingly more blatant pushing out of workers who are in their fifties or more. You can carefully plan and put away retirement money and work hard and do everything right, and then if a manager wants a bonus for cutting costs, out you go.
Mr. brown’s position was eliminated in November, along with a few other folks there who committed aging. It’s hell to look for work when you’re 61 years old. Thankfully, he’s very skilled in his narrowish niche so he can possibly/probably out-compete other candidates for a likely position, but still.
Everybody out there working, don’t count on working until you’re sixty-five. Chances are you’ll get shit-canned long before then, unless of course you’re a CEO. Then you can sit behind the desk until you’re in your nineties.