Hey, I think it was a perfect description. I’ve had to investigate accidents where people who’d previously been normal tried to describe stuff such as which T-shirts each worker involved wore under his overalls - dude, “in detail” doesn’t mean I want to know whether y’all wear tighty whities or boxers, ok? “It tipped over” works. It says what happened, doesn’t give irrelevant information, doesn’t include anything invented and tells the trooper that you have no idea why it tipped, as you hadn’t seen anything unusual before it went and tipped.
I’ve experienced something similar. This happened when I was in 10th grade.
We were waiting for the school bus one morning when we all heard this loud, explosive sound. All of us looked at each other, wondering what it was. Later that day, passed from student to student, we found out what had happened. One of our schoolmates (in fact, someone I knew and who went to the same bus stop I did) had recently been dumped by his girlfriend. The boy was a druggie (no idea what he used, but we all knew he did), and the combination of being high (or low?) and depressed from the break up lead him to roll himself up in an American flag on his girl friend’s front lawn and blow his brains out with a shot gun.
This was 1980, so we read a bit more in the newspaper, and that was it. No school announcement, no grief counselors. I have no idea how his family and friends handled it, but I know that most of us never mentioned his name again. It was like he’d never existed.
Don’t like your kids much huh?
Seriously. I’m not sure I have ever bitched about the things that are important to me, but certainly not to the extent people do about their kids. I guess it’s because so many people have them without a clue on what it will be like, and then its too late! Can’t give them back! 
Holey moleys - that is rough.
Or make the last couple of feet blue or something.
Insurance company - I’d forgotten what jackasses they can be.
Got a form from my brother’s yesterday that needs to be filled out attesting that his most recent insurance claims are not from an “accident or injury for which another party may be responsible” - in other words; “who can we get to pay this besides us”.
So the reason I’m reading this form is because I’m at his home taking care of him in the pretty much final days of his life. He’s been on kidney dialysis for 31 years and, surprise surprise, has had the same insurance company for just about that long. The medical benefits they’re supposed to be paying are, and have always been, directly related to his ongoing illness.
So wtf people, is there nothing in your extensive database that shows no change whatsofuckingever in your customer’s medical claims? Do you really have to annoy a clinically blind, deaf and dying man (and his sister) with your petty bullshit?
I forgot to shave this morning. And put on a belt.
I did remember to take out the trash, though.
Freaking brilliant!
Oh shit. I didn’t floss, either. Time to shut the office door and turn the light out.
This is the thread for mini-rants right?
I’ll offer for mini-pitting the folks who did this hoax: Cornell News: Carolina Parakeet Found
Came across it when it was shared on facebook and it pisses me off that it gave me a bit of hope for something no one will likely ever see alive again, then I realized it was a fake. Not the best April Fool’s Joke; not particularly funny.
OK, here’s something really trivial that grinds my gears.
Go into most online discussions about any television show, and you’ll see thousands of words, maybe hundreds of thousands depending on the show, from people all worked up about ratings. I don’t give a shit about ratings. We can do nothing about them.
Stop fucking arguing about (for example) whether the fact that only 20 million people watched Elementary after the Superbowl has any effect on the future of the show. (I don’t know how the SDMB Elementary thread is going because I haven’t read it – I’m taking this example from other sites.)
You can’t go back in time and make 10 million more people watch, you can’t argue with the network about “Well, hey, Alias got fewer viewers than that after their Superbowl slot so…”, you can’t predict the cancellation of the show, just shut the fuck up. Pages and pages, post after post after post, of people fretting and hand-wringing over something entirely out of their control.
And why argue about it? What does coming to a consensus do? If you are convinced that a show is doomed because it got only a 3.4 share last night, and you finally, finally succeed in convincing the 12 poor deluded souls arguing against you that you’re right…what? What happens? Nothing, you have won nothing. Well, I guess you get to have called-it rights if the show is cancelled four months from now. Such a bittersweet victory!
Oh spring how I miss you. Please come back. I promise I’ll sit outside the next time you show up and soak you in. Please bring me flowers and warm sunshine and dark red cherries. Winter is grey and cold. Even a pretty dusting of snow cannot hide the ice underneath.
Please? Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty please? I am buried under five layers and weary of yet more thirty degree days.
My eldest is in so much trouble right now.
I grounded her because she didn’t do her homework, didn’t show me the note about it and then forged my signature. I only found the note because she left it on the floor and I was cleaning up late at night a few days ago. Today she ignored my grounding and went to a meeting afterschool for a play the school is putting on. I told her she couldn’t do it this morning because she was grounded.
GAH. I just had to beg the next door neighbor to pick her up because I am working today until past the pick up time for the play. Damn it.
Five layers in thirty degree weather?! That’s almost T-Shirt and flip flop weather.
I also bitch about my husband and all the other people around me every day. Kids have a special way of driving you insane. Especially your own kids. It’s a tough job and while some of us were brave enough to take it on, we have to let off steam.
Last I heard this was a mini rants thread. Go take a flying leap.
Let me guess. You’re from Michigan, aren’t you?
Heh. I signed a note for my eldest near the end of her school career and got a call from the teacher asking if I had. She didn’t recognize the signature. (eldest had been forging mine for years)
It’s okay though. She grew up into a pretty awesome adult.
Actually, I was referring to the fact that you wanted to lock up your young children with someone who doesn’t like them.
Yes, this is the mini rants thread. My rant for today is the plethora of people who think they are some kind of hero for being “brave enough” to do something that humans have been doing for thousands of years. The excuses and whining are wearing thin.
So that’s where she got the idea from, huh?
She is an awesome child damn it. She’s in the gifted and talented program for both math and reading. She’s so in love with animals she’s a committed vegetarian. She loves snow, Lemony Snickett books, Japanese anime and every shade of pink ever thought up. She’s firmly convinced that all will be well in the world just as long as you have enough chocolate and cats. I swear the world would be a better place if we all saw the world through her hopeful eyes.
But freaking hell she has to do her homework.
Seriously, you obviously don’t have kids.
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Obviously you don’t know what you’re talking about. I have two kids closing in on 30yrs of age, they’re conscientious, considerate, polite and courteous.
Your kids drive you “insane”?
Sounds like you and verbose have parenting issues, might be a lack of discipline?
I can see where LavenderBlue, slumtrimpet and other moms’ point of view here.
I am only an aunt and I love my niece but honestly she’s a manipulative little brat.
On the upside, she gives great hugs, likes animals and has some artistic talent. Maybe she’ll be in Drama club or choir because she likes to sing as much as the rest of us
But if she put a tenth of the effort into the homework, that she NOW spends into trying to get out of doing her homework, she would have straight A’s. She messes with the stove when she shouldn’t. And she pulls the “you don’t love me” card when she is told to do her chores. She had some of the worst tantrums about getting up and going to school.
She’s a work in progress, like all kids.
I am going to kick your ass Windows Media Player, if you don’t fuck your ditzy playlist crap, off my fucking monitor GODDAMNED NOW.
I don’t like you. I’d uninstall you if I could but I have enough trouble with this piece of shit HP as it is.