Thanks - I feel better for venting. Unpaid leave or no, I wouldn’t leave my sweetie home alone if he wasn’t up for it, but he really has gotten stronger and more independent. He has been making us lunch - simple-ish things like grilled cheese, pasta etc. and grilling on the deck when the weather is nice - and has helped me get the neglected house back into order and somewhat cleaned up. Whoo!
I just got sent into a tailspin by my coworker’s unexpected departure and I appreciate having a place to unload, that’s all. I took a long walk yesterday (am about to go out for another one, in fact - hello Dallas “winters!”) and that helped me get my mental shit together. Shoe is napping contentedly next to me as I type this, with our Maine Coon snoozing on his wheelchair. (That cat LOVES that chair!)
Can you afford to have it shipped? I have 3 index card cabinets that I have refinished that really are my prized objects. Real wood and sturdy and lots of small drawers that I can label and store my treasures.
This is much better news. I’m really happy that things are kinda working out for you. I know that Bill’s bypass surgery was nothing like what you have dealt with, I do have some idea about how hard this has been for you.
I know your plate is overflowing, but would it help if you volunteered to walk dogs from the local shelter. You mentioned in the past that you wanted a dog, just for the long walks. You could help save a life, have an excuse for long walks and get licked and loved.
I pit all those taint-sucking assholes posting in the “Don’t Feed the Troll” And “James Otto Sweet Heart” threads. Everyone in that thread is coming off like a pus-filled douche bag, frothing at the mouth in their shrill-pitched, not-that-clever, never-that-impressive attempts at calling Holly out at being a bad Christian. I hope my life is never as pointless and devoid of meaning that I spend my time bullying people on the internet, googling them in the hopes of finding more crap to throw back in their face, making nasty, unfounded accusations about someone (that she’s a slut? that she must be dependent on her parents?) just because I can.
Those threads make this message board look like a scum-pot of bullies, assholes, and pricks. It’s like being back in junior high, watching a group of teenagers throw spit balls at the girl with the wrong kind of shoes, except the insults aren’t as clever, and people should have grown the fuck up by now.
Lest someone feign a conscious, and claim that they are only trying to stand up for the memory of poor Mindy McCready - gather what little dignity you have left and don’t bother, because you’re not, and you never were.
And as an aside to everyone who is acting so offended to be continuously “blessed” at the end of Holly’s emails: for the love of Jesus McChrist on a french fried cross, give me a fucking break. You’re not satanic, such blessings don’t actually hurt you, your skin isn’t burning every time someone throws a blessing in your general direction, and if you are offended by some pointless bits and pixels continuously spewed by someone on the internet, than you are too stupid to be typing and someone needs to come and take away your keyboard. And if you do take offense when someone offers a sincere and well-intentioned “God Bless You,” then fuck you for that too.
Bunch of stupid fucking foreskins.
love
yams!!
PS. I hope my signature (which is part of my text, and therefore can’t be turned off) isn’t too offensive for you delicate flowers, and if it is, print it out in 80 point font cast it in bronze, and ram it up your most sensitive orifice.
I love my friends to death, but I hate it when they talk openly about their sex lives. It makes me feel bad, because I’m so inexperienced in that particular field.
I had a flight in which the flight attendants kept coming by to tell me to shut down my Kindle. They wouldn’t accept “it’s off” as an answer. Those words on the screen were the screensaver!
There’s a really great solution to those threads, that I’m currently using - I’ve stopped opening and reading them. 
Yeah, that’s easy to say once they’ve been opened and read, but if I don’t open and read them, I could miss an actual entertaining Pit thread! And sure, they’re just pedantic circle-jerks now, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?
love
yams!!
I woke up with a headache. Then I spent the afternoon with an aching ankle. Now I’m going to bed with a backache. I’m too young to be this old!
God damn it, I hate translating construction stuff. Contractors speak the same language we do, except for the fact that their language has a completely different vocabulary, and no grammar.
Its this like technician language? There have been several occasions where I’ve had to track down the tech who wrote up an item because I can’t figure out what they were trying to say in their report.
I could…but further details have revealed that the sale will be in-store only. While I know plenty of people in the area, none of them can be present when the sale starts.
But they have raised swearing to an art form.
It’s worse. Technicians at least have a semblance of formal education.
Ok, ok, you and yams have staged a successful intervention here.
Hi, I’m digs. HI, DIGS. And I’m addicted to drama queen/pedantry/soap opera threads.
So… I’ve closed the ‘JOSH’ thread, never to return. This I swear, by Grabthar’s hammer!
Damn, I’m going to miss laughing at both sides in that thread, but my blood pressure’s down already, and I have more free time now.
Maybe I’ll take up cross-stitching…
Have you ever felt that moment of panic when you put your keys in the ignition of your car and turn them only to have nothing happen? That’s happened to me three times now since Last Friday morning.
Friday started with me putting on very wrinkly jeans after letting my husband do the laundry the night before. I went out to my car, set my things on a passenger seat and slid into the drivers seat to start the car. I put the key in, turned it and all I heard was that clicking noise that tells you something is wrong. I tried twice more to be sure then quickly jumped out of the car to yell at my husband to fix it. (He’s an automotive tech.) He couldn’t fix it without tools and parts so he lent me his car and I dropped him off at work on the way to my work.
Having finished up at the warehouse that same day and wanting to go into the main office that same day, I went out to Husband’s car. I put my things in the backseat, got into the car, put the key in, turned it and … Nothing. I actually cried out as I saw the stupid switch for the inside lights. I left the fucking lights on. 20 minutes later, I got some nice people to jump Husband’s car and I drove to the main office feeling generally like an idiot.
Over the weekend, Husband determined that my car needed a new battery. He figured that this morning he would jump my car and drive it to work where he could get a battery and install it before returning home. I went outside after getting ready to help him jump my car. He had been out there for 20 minutes already. The poor engine chugged but just could not turn over. Since jumping a car is not really a two person job, I busied myself by cheering my car on. After another 20 minutes, Husband decided we would have to car pool again. After pushing my poor dead car back into its spot, we drove to work, me keeping his car again.
In the middle of writing this post, I ran frantically out of the office and down to the car. It would have been almost funny if I had left the lights on again. Thank goodness I didn’t.
If Middlebro is an indication, they do have grammar, but in oral form it consists of a mixture of about 50:50 cursing+insults and oft-misused jargon. And when they try to remove the parts their grandmas wouldn’t want them to know because “it’s going in writing”, they’re never sure which parts to remove and the jargon gets raped even harder than usual.
A few months ago, he came to Mom’s just as I was putting away my tools after putting up some nails. He examined said tools, several times exclaiming “hey, this one is good”. Eventually, he declared “you know, you actually have some pretty good tools” “for an amateur? Well, you enjoy telling your peons ‘hey, I actually went to college and got an engineering degree, you dickhead’… may I remind you that I actually got a higher engineering degree than yours?” “uh… you left out the dickhead part” “nah, I was trusting you to provide it”
I really am starting to dislike the person I have become lately. I’m used to being the “Strong One” in the family. The one where if you have a problem, you come to me, I give my opinion, and off you go with a sense of direction. I have been told that I’m good at looking through the excuses and extraneous bullshit to the core.
Since my body has decided to take over my brain, I’ve lost that. I dither. I am currently car-less. Been renting for the past few weeks, waiting for my refund to come in to buy something else. I can go the easy way, buy a hoopty, no payments - or - do a cheap lease on a new car. I can’t really afford a payment and the increase in insurance, but it would be reliable versus whatever I can find under $5K. I can’t make up my freaking mind.
We’re still having feline issues, not as bad as before, but still issues. I know what I need to do - bathe them all, slap on the Feliway collar on Mayme, but the keeping Lucy and Mayme separate is just easier and less to deal with. I’m afraid it won’t work. I’m afraid hell will open up again. I need to stop dithering and just DO it. Again, a few months ago it would have been a no brainer and it would be handled.
I’ve had some good news lately (I know, this is a rant thread) - in advance of my appointment to be put on UNOS, I had to have a full physical. I was terrified. Every damn time I have had a full physical, it went crappy. The last one, in 2008, left me sobbing at the breast cancer center, positive I was going to croak. This most recent physical? All clear (with a stern lecture from my doctor). I have enough on my plate, TYVM. My appointment with the transplant center is in a few weeks, I will be poked, prodded, tested, etc etc. They can say I’m not a good candidate, I hope that doesn’t happen.
I pit having to co-parent with a passive-aggressive, controlling bitch.
I was really hurt when she left, but goddamn, I’m much better off not being married to her any more.
Over the weekend, she pitched a bith because I don’t serve our son pasta sauce. He just likes pasta. She took that and ran with it and raved because the next step, I’ll be cooking him his very own meals if he doesn’t like what’s served.
She just texted me to see what time I’m leaving work to pick up the kiddo. Guess what, bitch, I’ll leave when I fucking feel like it’s time.
p.s. - suck it.
Hey, restaurant worker - if you fuck up my order, don’t get mad at me and think that I did something wrong. :mad:
I fucking hate trying to lose weight. Hate it. I am hungry and rebellious at the same time.
for at least 2 years! :smack: Probably longer :mad:
Got a message on my VM from one of the owners. Apparently when we changed from a regular route to a call-only (they pick up and deliver for the same price as drop off), someone never transferred my info or possibly never put me in the system at all. Apparently they found this the other day during an audit.
She says it amounts to “quite a bit of money”. :-/
I never noticed because it’s billed (or was supposed to be billed) through the business account, which I only recently started dealing with. Also, our use of the service is fairly infrequent and sporadic - Husband can often wear washable stuff to work.
This is a small business, good people, and I don’t want to stiff them. At the same time this sure as hell isn’t my fault, and I’m not pleased with having to potentially lay out a chunk o’ change right now.
We’re at the trading messages stage of things, so I don’t really know what the numbers are, or if they have a payment solution for this. I also hope they have decent records because I have no idea of how often we’ve used this, it’s not the sort of thing I generally keep track of, and when I’m working up the stuff to send to the accountant each month the non-existant dry cleaning bill never crossed my mind, since it’s such an irregular thing.
Bah. I’ll pay it. I don’t want to, but I will.