When we were househunting about a year and a half ago, my husband found a WONDERFUL house that met all of our requirements and wants…except that there was a middle (junior high) school and schoolyard right across the street. I told my husband that there was no WAY I was going to have a bunch of tweens hanging out around my house, unless I got to use them as target practice.
Hmmm, maybe it’s better you didn’t take the coil wire if airport security was involved in your travel plans.
I smoked for the first time in 2 months yesterday. In my defence, I’d had a very, very bad day but I still shouldn’t have done it. Oh well, back on the horse. If I can go the year with just one screw up on my record I’ll be pretty okay with that.
You know, honey, it is OK for me to get upset when I find out that you cheat at our little personal Oscar picking contest by aping the picks of whoever has the best 10-year track record of guessing these things. If I wanted to compete against “Kenneth Cole” (made up name), I’d compete against KC. Laughing at my “extreme” reaction doesn’t do a goddamned thing but make me more upset.
No wonder you always pick these things @ 85+% accuracy, regardless of how many of the films you’ve seen. :rolleyes:
So, congrats. You win again.
If she were posting here, I’d tell her that any time you try to “win” against your spouse, you’ve already lost.
(Context: spouse tries to trip me up with little “tests”, hoping I’ll screw up some unwritten rule so that I “lose”. The sad thing is, the other person really doesn’t win, either, in that scenario.)
JohnT, I think you’re right to feel upset. What’s the point of cheating at a fun contest with your spouse? The point is to have fun, not to win at all costs, isn’t it? My husband and I compete at figuring out who is in what movie, or who is singing that song all the time - the point isn’t to win*. The point is that it’s something fun we do together.
*My husband may be along later to differ with me. 
Thirteen year olds should be quarantineed from polite society whenever possible. I’d sooner live near a zoo than a junior high school. At least then the animals stay in their cages. Hey I taught that age. I know whereof I speak quite well.
My rant is for the people on another message board. They’re so dumb they’re yelling at me because I told them it was better to put the extra $200 a month into dividend paying stocks than spend that money on buying extra groceries each month. So hording food that will probably rot before you get to use it is okay. But the stock market is too risky and I’m a moron for suggesting otherwise.
I once rented a place by a a grade school. I thought it would work out well, because the noise would only happen while I was at work.
I couldn’t get to work because the parents would park in my driveway, behind my car!!! and rush their kids off. It was entertaining when I’d come home and park behind someone who was there for an after school event. It was a nice house, the rent was cheap, the landlord was awesome and responsive. I moved when my 6 month lease expired.
My rant: Tony didn’t flush the toilets.
No, he didn’t use them and not flush, he only does that at his place. I’ve got really hard water and the toilets need to be flushed at least once a week lest I get an ugly brown watermark. Spending my morning wearing rubber gloves while using pumice and limeaway to fix something that shouldn’t have happened was not my idea of fun.
Tony did remember to ride my bike around which is a good thing. The bad part is that he picked up a screw in my back tire. I went to the store and bought some fix a flat so I could get it to the shop and didn’t pay proper attention. I came home with the bottle that has to be screwed to the valve stern, so had to go back and get the stuff that has a hose.
When I complained to Bill, he said that getting screwed first thing in the morning is a good thing and I should stop whining.
I like Bill
Today was such a lovely day. I spent most of it relaxing with my son and some of it doing minor chores around the house before I bundled up to shovel the massive dump of snow from my walk and driveway… Which was surprisingly not as bad as I expected it to be because the snow has been really light crystals instead of heavy watery ones. I came inside to the smell of the chicken roasting in my oven and proceeded to finish up the sides for supper.
A good way to spend a Sunday no?
Then I did something stupid. I picked up the knife to slice the chicken, and proceeded to fumble it and grabbed for it but pulled back in time to only slice the side of my index finger. I’m not sure if I nicked something or not but it kept bleeding unless I put pressure on it. I was finally able to get a bandage on and it seems to have stopped but it’s throbbing and annoying when I wanted to eat my delicious supper and after dishes sit and knit on my almost completely done shawl. I wonder to myself if I should drive over to the hospital and see if I need a stitch or just suck it up and hope the bandage holds. If it seems the same come morning I may just call in and go to a clinic but damnit this is annoying!
I live behind an elementary school. We have to be out and on the way to work by 7:20 a.m. to beat the rush. (Never thought I’d be glad to have to start work at 7 a.m.) Apparently there is no such thing as a school bus anymore. :mad:
Believe it or not, the “fight” continues. For the first time since I can remember, we’re not watching the Oscars together - Laura refuses to watch them at all. A simple “I’m sorry, let’s fill these things out together right before the show starts” would’ve been fine, but Laura can’t roll that way.
She, from what she says, honestly has no doubt that she committed no wrong by selecting her picks while looking at a vote-aggregation and handicapping website. “Isn’t that how everybody does it?” “I didn’t know those were odds, I thought they were the dates the picks were made.”
Uh, Laura, what date is 100:1 supposed to represent?
:rolleyes:
you guys actually care about that shit?
As with almost all couple fights, this isn’t about the Oscars, if that’s what you mean by “that shit.”
I’ve been single my entire life, so yes, the Oscars are what I was referring to as “that shit.” It’s excrement.
Judging by a thread he/she started, I think **jz78817 **is referring to the Oscars as “that shit”. I am never clear why someone who is not interested in something feels it necessary to denegrate those who are interested. (See for instance the long running why do you have a gun thread for others who take this position.)
ETA I see this has been explained since it took me too long to put the links in. Anyway my question remains.
"In any fight, the real issue is that one party believes it’s worth fighting about, and the other doesn’t."
I have a friend who rents close to a highschool. She has a dog. She often has to clean the drunkpuke out of the yard before letting her dog go out in the morning. Dogs are stupid and will eat puke. Drunk teenagers puke a lot. Her world isn’t very good after football games.
Her dog’s not stupid - he’s just trying to cut down on feeding costs, that’s all.
In her defense, my husband and I have a similar contest each year and looking at picks and favourites online is certainly part of the competition.