Why do I always bite the hot pizza? Why don’t I know yet that it will always, ALWAYS burn the roof of my mouth, and I’ll go get a knife and fork anyway?
Once again, I pit the “Everything happens for a reason” crowd. Not because the statement is incorrect: everything does indeed happen for a reason. This is also known as ‘cause and effect’ amongst those familiar with logic. Sadly, this crowd doesn’t seem to be.
I pit them for trying to blame God for every bad thing that happens by saying, “It must be His will.”
Look, you’ve set up the perfect fall guy. You’ve got a devil and his legion demon minions you can blame for any little 'ol thing you like. “The devil made me do it” is even a catchphrase. So blame that shitstain, not God. I promise you it is not God’s good and perfect will some idiot got drunk/ high and drove into a school bus full of nuns and orphans.
I get that free will is a difficult concept for you – but it’s the foundation of the religion you preach. People have to choose God – that’s why you spend so much time getting in their faces over it to convince them to do so. This means that people may also not choose God, which obviously isn’t in the grand master plan.
“But, but, but, but, God is in control” you sputter. Sure He is. And He chooses to let people do stupid things. Wanting someone to do something and allowing someone to do something are two entirely different things, as many parents of teens with green hair can tell you.
The worst part is that I know what they mean. They’re trying to say, “All things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to His purpose” (Romans 8:28, NKJV).
Which is the functional difference between “I wanted raw lemon juice,” and “I can make lemonade out of lemons”
So to all the idiots out there who like to quote pithy sayings without actually thinking about them, RTFM.
I think my laptop is infected, my scans don’t show anything but its so slow. Help, please?
I haven’t smoked tobacco since last Wednesday. I want to bitchslap everyone who says “but don’t you feel better now?” No, I do not feel better. I didn’t quit because it made me feel bad, I smoked because it made me feel good.
I’m doing this to outstubborn Bill. If I can do it, he can. I won’t be the first one to cave.
I’m still driving in Houston. That is rant worthy all by itself.
SnakesCatLady, please do whatever it takes to avoid surgery. The doctors don’t lie, but they also don’t tell you the whole truth. Or maybe they just expect that everyone knows what they do, so they don’t go into details.
My foot surgery was not the walk through the daisies that I was told it would be and honestly, if I could do it over, I wouldn’t have done it until I couldn’t walk.
My point is…do anything and everything you can to stop surgery.
Do you like seafood? Shark steaks are wonderful. They have the texture of a steak, they are easy to digest.
I would give SnakesCatLady exactly the opposite advice - if your gall bladder has stones, get it out before they get so big that you can’t have the easy day surgery, but instead, you have to have the ten inch incision that takes a year to heal up.
flatlined and Cat Whisperer, you have nailed it. I am scared to have surgery, but I don’t want the damned thing to get worse. I love seafood, but it is expensive and I am not employed. I like salad - during the summer when it’s hot. So far our winter here has been very mild but cooler weather calls for hot food.
I’m equal parts scared and pissed off. Today my dumbass almost ex husband, who is a RN, says “well, it’s probably not bad. You’re too young for bad gall bladder problems”. I don’t believe you; I know at least one guy my age whose gall bladder almost burst. And damnitall, don’t tell me I’m too young for anything. I am less than two years younger than my mother was when she died.
Tonights dinner was oatmeal. With no butter. sigh
My landlord, the city, and the county can all go suck royal moose cock.
A little background. I live in a run down trailer park, where water and garbage come as part of the (very cheap) rent. Everyone puts their trash in a dumpster near the entrance of the trailer park, and said dumpster gets emptied about twice a month.
Well, back in December, pickup day comes and go. It was a holiday that day, so we all figure it’ll be picked up the next day. The next day rolls around, and still no pick. We wait and see what’s going to happen, maybe it’ll get picked up on what’s supposed to be an off week.
That week rolls around, and nothing. By this point the dumpster is overflowing, and Christmas has come and gone. With no where to put our trash, each trailer keeps their trash either inside, or outside. We all start complaining to the maintenance man, and he tells us the landlord hasn’t paid the bill since September.
After enough complaints and a threat to get local government involved, he pays 1 month’s bill. That’s enough to get the trash picked up near the beginning of Jan, and halfway through Jan. Of course when it was first picked up, there was enough trash to fill the dumpster halfway that day.
So here it is almost midway through Feb, and once again the trash isn’t being picked up. When I noticed it this time, I immediately went to the police department, to get local code enforcement on it. They sent me to county. County said it wasn’t their problem since we’re in city limits. I go back to the city, and they said we’re not in the city.
So now the trailer park reeks of rotting garbage from the overflowing dumpster. Trash is once again piling up around the dumpster, and on peoples back porches. The city won’t do anything, the county won’t do anything. Since we’re a low income neighborhood, living in trailers that by all rights should probably be condemned, it’s doubtful anyone will get off their butts and do anything.
The fact that the landlord isn’t paying the garbage bill makes me wonder if he’s paying the water bill too.
Ugh, I’ll be glad when I find a job so I can afford to get out of this hellhole!
THIS. My roommates (a married couple) had two miscarriages last year. They were miscarriages #7 and 8 for Wife. And why did she miscarry? “God’s Will.” Not “maybe I have something going on that keeps me from carrying to term” but “God’s Will.” This is true for anything bad that happens. There is no cause and effect, it’s all God’s Will. :smack:
The only reason I can see for constantly harping that line is that it relieves them of any responsibility for the consequences of their own actions. Personal responsibility is anti-Christian to some.
(What does RTFM stand for? I’m thinking “Read the F-n Manual”, but I’m not sure…)
Breathe. The kid is within normal limits. He is going to be fine.
When a kid is disruptive in class sometimes teachers seem to presume it is ADD. We had to have both of our kids go to the pediatrician (though we didn’t do any follow up tests since they are, you know, normal) because they were having learning difficulties.
The variance of children at 5-6 is huge. As long as he is learning and progressing at some rate it will be fine.
Breathe.
My mind has officially fried a circuit: Link to a postin the IMHO area.
I … I’ve been trying to formulate an IMHO-appropriate response, and I just can’t. Words completely fail me.
Wow I didn’t actually think that was the answer I would get.
… dude sure doesn’t have a lot of faith in humanity, uh?
In Spanish we say cree el ladrón que todos son de su condición, “a thief believes everybody steals”; the message being, “someone who thinks everybody steals is a thief”. That’s one dude I wouldn’t want to be alone with, given his train of thought.
Too young for gallbladder problems?! Oh, PUH-LEASE! I had mine removed when I was 22. I’m nearly 48 FTR. Mine was removed back when they sliced you open to do it. I had spent the entire year previous to that throwing up every day and the last two months I was in pain.
SCL, if it’s causing you this much pain, your health will only get worse. Get it taken care of, really. My Dad had his done as a day surgery. He didn’t have any issues, other than terrible gas for the weekend after. That’s it.
You will have to watch for certain foods after the fact. Like don’t eat Mexican unless you’re really close to a bathroom, for example. Really, anything fatty or greasy. Apples also wreaked havoc with me for a short while.
But, other than losing any tolerance for really hot or spicy foods, I’m fine and have been for the last 26 years.
Plus, he’s missing the obvious problem that just because someone is a mutual friend, it doesn’t exclude them from the list of potential adulterers. I mean, his presumption that a male spending time alone with his wife is OF COURSE there to have sex is already pretty whacked out, but he can’t follow it to its logical conclusion?
Jim had his out four years ago, and the only problem he reports is that sometimes when he needs to go to the bathroom, it’s not a suggestion - it’s a command! He eats everything without problems (including fatty, greasy, and spicy foods). It does vary by person, apparently, but from what I hear, most people eat normally after having their gall bladder out.
Exactly. It’s only right after that some may have issues with fatty or greasy foods. At least, that’s how it was for me and many other people I knew. Everyone is different.
I can eat whatever I want now; well except for the hot or spicy foods as noted earlier.
Yes, read the fucking manual.
I know it’s kind of strange to refer to the bible as the fucking manual, but then again I’m kind of a strange individual. Besides, have you *read *some of Psalms? Fucking manual indeed.
SCL it may be scary to have surgery now, but less scary when it’s an emergency surgery IMO. I’d be freaking out too though.
I need to curse myself. It’s just after the weekend, I shouldn’t be so tired but I went to The Woman in Black with my sweetie and my brother and though I knew it was horror going in I conveniently didn’t think of how it would effect (affect? Neither ever looks right) my sleep. No nightmares, but having trouble getting to sleep because I tried to stop my brain from going there while trying to get to sleep. Eventually I will crash and my brain will serve up a mishmash of a nightmare which I will (most likely) forget except for the utter terror that jerks me awake in the middle of the night. Maybe I’ll just submit to the inevitable tonight and drink one of the sleepy time teas which tends to enhance my dreaming.
WTF is the point of a gall bladder, anyway, if it’s so problematic and it doesn’t affect your digestion to get it yanked out? I thought it was only a digestive organ in the first place …
This is not the place for that, I know. I’m here to pit myself, for being late again. I’m gonna get written up one of these days, and it’ll be my own damn dumb fault. Not that I have any clue what the consequence of that might be, and not that TPTB seemed to give a flying fuck for the first year I worked here…
Surgery is scary, but I had the old-style, big operation and the pain after was less than the pain of an attack.
Hope things work out well for you. I remember being down to noodles and V-8 (not together).
Liver makes bile. Gallbladder stores bile. When food reaches the duodenum (first bit of the small intestine, just after the stomach) the gallbladder squeezes a jolt of bile into the mass to help digest fats.
Without the gallbladder, as the liver makes bile it slowly drips into the duodenum. Some bodies adjust to that. I’ve heard people say that the bile duct expands to act as a mini-bladder, but I doubt that there’s been much study on it. I took years to fully adjust. Fortunately during the adjustment all I needed to do was maintain a stable level of fat per meal and to snack between meals when things got gurgley.
This isn’t a matter of he said, she said. Somewhere there’s a map and you’re either in the City or out of it, unless the limits run through the park. I don’t know your City, so I don’t know the easiest way to get it. But usually someone can provide you with a copy of a map proving that you’re inside or outside their limits.
If you’ve only talked with Code Enforcement (which is usually a part of PD), try calling City Public Works. They keep the City maps. And it’s no skin off their budget if you’re inside or out. They may be able to provide a copy of a survey map that’s been recorded with the County and that shows both the City Limit line and your property. Ideally, one that has a City Book Number and a County Book Number and that hasn’t been superceded by a later annexation.
Of course, that’s assuming that you need to get the map. You may only need to go to or call the City or County Building Permit center (usually a part of Public Works) and ask them to look up your address. If they’re fully computerized, they can print out a data sheet on the address, including whether it’s inside the limits or not. They may also be able to print out a computer generated map. If the enforcement guys will accept the printout, that would be all you need.
Some cities have services available on their website. If your city website has a request or question form, that might be the easiest way to ask for the map or printout. Expecially if you can aim the request at Public Works and not at Code Enforcement.
If that doesn’t work, property taxes are usually different inside a City. If so, the tax board will know if it’s City or not. The board of elections will know if you’re qualified to vote in City elections. Etc. All of this presupposes that Code Enforcement will get off their chairs once you can show that you’re in their jurisdiction. It would give you leverage, anyway.
You might try telling the owner that if he can prove that the property is neither in the City nor in the County, that the property is in limbo and therefor doesn’t have to pay any property tax. They’d owe him all those years of taxes back.
No, I’d better stop. I’m starting to get crazy ideas. I mean, if it’s not in the City and not in the County, would it be illegal to . . . hmmm. Do you have a local paper that anyone reads? Just out of curiosity.