Rats.
With my father’s health being what it is, my parents (my mother, specifically) has decided that she wants me to have a cell phone to be available at any time, if she has need of me.
So, now, in 2008, I’ve gotten my first cell phone in my name.
Rats.
Rise… to… kill… seventh… graders… rising…
Calgary Flames player, Dion Phaneuf, is apparently in the habit of parking in the fire lane at the local Starbuck’s, leaving his truck running, and going in to get a coffee. Recently while he was being such a gigantic asshole, his truck got stolen. HAH! Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it, you big, fat, overpaid, over-entitled jerk? He had to scramble to get a last minute ride to go play in the game this week.
What’s really bothering me about this (other than the habitual parking in the fire lane and the excessive, illegal idling), is how the media isn’t making any comments about those two things. Somehow I’m supposed to feel sorry for this entitled asshole for getting some instant karma like he richly deserved.
I asked for today off because I have a doctor’s appointment. A GYN appointment, which leaves me definitely wanting a bath afterwards. I usually go to work at 4, and my appointment is at 4.
I have to go to work directly after the appointment. Damn it to hell. Ewwwwww. I will feel nasty all night.
Head lice suck. The over the counter shampoo won’t kill the little bastards, and the prescription stuff’s a pesticide that can poison you and the groundwater. I buzzed the heads of everyone in the house (and my husband’s without a beard for the first time in 30 years) just to be able to comb through easier. Fortunately, I have 2 boys, so the buzz cut didn’t bother them, but people at work keep asking me about my 1/2 long hair. And it’s freakin’ winter! Couldn’t the damn things have waited until it was warmer? My head’s cold and I’m afraid to wear hats, even though I washed them in 5,000 degree water and dried them in the dryer for 24 hours.
We finally got rid of the lice by smothering them in olive oil and then picking them out with a metal lice comb. And now, we have to check everyone’s hair every couple of days to make sure the damn things don’t come back. Sigh. As Mad-Eye Moody said, “Constant Vigilance!”
Let’s see here:
My husband has developed the world’s scariest cough. He always coughs, because he smokes, but now he’s caught something and he literally sounds like he’s about to die. He “doesn’t have time” to go to the doctor.
His teenagers, who mostly live with us now, are giving us a lot of trouble. The girl was up half the night fighting with her dad (about what? I don’t even know anymore.) and the boy was involuntarily committed to a counseling center yesterday after telling his guidance counselor he sometimes thinks about shooting himself. The icing on the cake? My husband is mad at the school.
My son goes to visit his dad once a week on Wednesday nights. He always comes home with some toys or treats which I turn a blind eye to, mostly. But last night he came home with three large bags of jelly beans, two boxes of Nerds candy, two packs of McDonaldland cookies, and a bottle of Pepsi. Um, what the fuck? Are you trying to kill the kid?
Today when I got to work, the lady in the cube next to me had on a pair of headphones and was listening to some music. The problem is, she was also sort of loudly groaning along with it. This sound…I’ve been trying to think how to describe it. Imagine if your granny was being forced into a machine which was simultaneously crushing her and turning her into a cow. I was trying to think of a polite way to ask her to stop when someone else came along and said to her, “What’s with all the howling? I thought you were being killed back here!” Well, that worked for a while, but she seems to be starting again. I’m fittin’ to end this bitch.
Does he have to eat them all at once, though? He could parcel them out according to the recommended servings on the package. Can he be encouraged to do that (depending on how old he is)?
Yeah, it just gives me flashbacks to the bad old days, when my ex-husband would spoil Paul rotten to ensure his favorite-parent status, and make me be the bad guy. Never mind what’s good for the kid! We have several half-eaten boxes of candy piled up in our pantry because he loads the kid up with more than anyone could possibly eat.
As for recommended servings? I counted last night’s haul, and that would be approximately 40. He’ll send more next week.
Fuck. I’m an idiot. I have a bunch of stuff I’m trying to sell and I sent someone the wrong email address, so they paypalled money to some random person (it’s only like $10, but still). Admittedly, the address was off by one digit, but FUCK I’m an idiot. And two other people haven’t contacted me again. Come on people! Do you want this shit or not?! Especially you, Mr. ‘I contacted you first and picked out things that now other people want, but I can’t let them have it because I promised it to you.’
But mostly, FUCK I’m an IDIOT.
I have a suspicion that my last dentist was not a very good one. I just got back from my checkup with the new dentist who has replaced my old one, and we are going to be doing one replacement filling that old dentist (OD) did two years ago that has a new cavity, and re-doing seven other fillings that old dentist would have just let slide until they turned into crises. I came out of last year’s check up with OD needing no work, and a year later I need eight fillings? I smell a borderline incompetent dentist here. I’ve never been completely convinced he was all that good, and this is pushing me further into that territory.
For the record, I’m 41 and I take excellent care of my teeth - I might get one small cavity a year.
I know, I know (see post 215)! Tell me what kind of comb you found that was worth a damn, because I have THREE different ones and they all SUCK. I ended up picking the nasty little nits by hand. And I used mayonnaise rather than olive oil to smother them (probably still the oil that does the trick). I was never able to get any of this product, but I’m going to order some for “just in case.” The school nurse said it was a BIG help!
You may notice that I said my older girl had nits, but we never found any bugs–at all, ever. My guess is that I killed the little beggars when I straightened her hair with a hot iron, because there was never any real trouble with her. Having determined THAT, I used a straightening iron on my and my younger girl’s hair as well. We seem to be in the clear now.
When I weighed 175 lbs (5’8"), I had no problems getting laid. Now I’m down to 143lbs, 9% bodyfat (hey, I need to brag. the ego hurts), my acne has cleared up, I have a lot more confidence, intelligence, and am generally just a lot more fun to be around (according to friends). I’ve outgrown my niche in the nerd demographic to have friends ranging from 30 year old drug addict dishwashers to sparkle clean sorority girls.
So why the fuck hasn’t dating gotten any easier?
And while I’m on it, I would appreciate it if someone actually fucking noticed all the hard work I’m putting my body through. My entire life has changed as a result of trying to get into a shape I can be proud of, and I haven’t heard a single god damned “wow, mr muscly arm, let me dangle on your broad shoulders” or anything.
MEH.
ForumBot, first off, let me congratulate you on your accomplishment. I have some idea how hugely difficult it is to lose weight. You’ve done wonders, obviously.
But, if you want to keep that weight off, stop telling yourself that you’re doing it for the benefit of your social life. That’s how I’d motivated myself to lose over 100 lbs. And when the social benefits that I’d hoped for never arrived, I lost my motivation to keep the weight off.
Loose weight for yourself, not for what it might get you.
If you want to keep it off, that is.
ETA: Free advice. Worth exactly what you paid for it.
Hey, wait one cotton-picking minute - what was that I said when you posted that picture of you and your buddy in the speedboat? Something along the lines of “Hot Damn! You’re a good-looking dude!”
Fine. Just ignore the opinions of strangers on the internet. No skin off my butt. Nosirree.
(Maybe you’re too hot now - you’re scaring off all the ladies who don’t think they have a chance.)
I need to clean the kitchen and go to bed but instead I’m checking and rechecking my email and inspecting SDMB for new posts.
What? This is MINIrants after all.
(Oh, and the guy that I sent the wrong address to doesn’t hate me. That’s good. And I’ve almost made enough money to buy a kimono.)
(Okay stupid, post this… or don’t… and then go do your work!)
You might want to take up a newspaper route if that’s the kind of thing you want to hear.
Here’s a mini-rant for you - internet videos that you can’t see because you’re not in the US. pppbbbthtth.
My weight loss came in two stages. First, I lost about 25 pounds. People really noticed that. About a year later (roughly a month after taking those pictures), I started hitting the gym, and lost an additional 7 and more than doubled my strength. That’s what nobody has noticed.
But thanks.
It’s almost entirely for me. I just want to be sure that I can discipline myself so thoroughly as to attain a difficult long-term goal once in my life. The “muscly arm” comments are just a bit of encouragement along the way.
I want pasta bake for dinner (it’s about the most labour-intesive thing I can cook. Pene pasta AND a jar of sauce AND water! In the oven! Nigella bloody Lawson, that’s me) but I know that both Asda and Sainsbury’s have only got tomato flavoured. I want cheese and bacon! Waaah!
(and I’m broke, and I have to find a flat, and all the rest, but right now no cheese & bacon pasta bake is what’s pissing me off the most)
And hey, ForumBot! Good onya! I’d whistle, but the way I flirt with fit boys is by hiding from them, so a thumbs up’ll have to suffice.