I think an email detailing why you won’t be giving her a reference is in order. “You seem of limited intelligence and unreliable - oh yeah and I’ve never met you” should just about cover it.
If I told her I’m telling people she’s nice she’d stop talking to me… 
Thank you for the translation back, I know I’ve talked about my aunt’s hobby before but this time I couldn’t find the English expression.
Not content with making us clean up his own shit, Herr Baron von Fluffy-nuts has yet again invaded our shitting room and shredded our toilet paper.
And then does the “innocent adorable sleeping fuzzball” bit.
That is one pretty Siamese kitty. I suppose it makes up for the naughtiness.
Shitty situation, but adorable cat. 
Speaking of cats and shit, my cat’s been getting diarrhea sometimes. Not all the time, and we did check with the vet and she said it’s nothing to worry about. But when the cat has diarrhea, part of it tends to get onto the floor, and I have to clean it up. I’m not complaining too much - at least so far the cat does it in the vicinity of the litter boxes and not all over the house or anything.
I did give the cat some pumpkin yesterday, which is supposed to help. And he really likes it, too!
What I could really complain about is how big things in my life are changing right now. My work contract ended, and I’m not entirely sure when/if I’ll be at work again (or that particular workplace - I do plan to get back to some sort of work soon. I’m still keeping busy with many things, and I’m lucky enough that I have enough money to live on for the time being.) And, without going into all the details, someone I like a lot is in a lot of emotional pain, and seems to be out of work for the time being, and nobody knows when they’ll be back.
So yeah, I’m not feeling all that great.
I am totally outraged in your behalf. Seriously, it sucks to have put so much time and effort into something that gets passed over because someone gave the judge a blowjob.
I’d love to see pics, I’ll bet you do beautiful work.
I didn’t mean to dis anyone who does cross stitch, or who works on plastic canvas. Everyone works the level they are comfortable with, or one level higher. Personally, I don’t like cross-stitch because I don’t like doing the stitches twice. Which is silly, because doing the stitches is easy…counting them on high gauge fabric is the hard part.
Its also called bobbin lace…I think it depends on the region. Beautiful stuff that takes a LOT of skill to do properly.
I totally don’t believe that innocent kitteh had anything to do with that mess. Your neighbor’s dog must have snuck in through a window!
This is the pattern I’m working on right now. (Not my work–I’m still working on the bottom half). It comes out of this book. I’ve made three patterns from it and gave them all away. I very rarely do cross-stitch for myself.
Both of the overhead florescent kitchen lights are out. The husband thinks it’s a loose connection or something, rather than needing new bulbs. Problem is, he’s not allowed to climb on chairs or ladders to fix things, because he still has some balance issues from his (now removed) brain tumor, and I have a bad neck which makes working overhead painful, and know nothing about fixing lights. The dining area lights work, thank goodness, so I’m not cooking totally in the dark.
So I’m walking through the living room and the Mrs has her dad on speakerphone. They’re talking about something mundane and then I hear him ask if I’m right in the room because he wants to ask me something. (He’s convinced that I know everything.) He says in his elderly yooper dialect “what is a traaaans gennnder.” I respond “GOOGLE IT! …I dare you…”
It’s a Siamese, dude. Those almost count as a separate species. They’re the cats other cats kind of wish they were but will never admit to. Admitting anything is not a cat thing, as you know; at most, a non-Siamese might indicate that if the Siamese asked hard enough, he’d be willing to grace them with his panache and personality.
That’s why I went from cross stitch to half cross stitch. Haven’t done any in ages, because what the heck am I supposed to do with the results? I wonder what would you need to be able to put those needles in a plane…
The evidence against him is overwhelming, and his reputation certainly doesn’t help.
It weren’t not neighbour’s dog what scratched up the wooden banister and door frames throughout the house.
But yeah. Cute, so, forgiven.
(Bloody cats with their bloody adorable, evil ways.)
Bummer, EmilyG.
I hope you and your friend both find something good soon.
Good luck.
A neighbor’s bitch is apparently in heat(I mean a dog) and apparently it got in our yard because the gate was open, then ran into our house because the bay doors were open followed by an entourage of suitors. One of which proceeded to piss or mark territory on the couch in the room with the bay doors. My wife was in the back and I was napping, of course why was I napping? You could have been stopping the ruining of the couch. My wife says she came out to a gorup of dogs running around the house.
Also I can no longer claim dogs getting in our yard is absurd, even though the gate was wide open.
Thanks, Not Carlson.
It seems like any time someone gives you a harsh and detailed criticism, yet goes out of their way to insist that they mean it in a “nice” way, they come across as arrogant and pissy and condescending. Prick. :mad: Fuck him with a cactus.
No, I won’t go in detail, but I’m pissed off right now and just need to vent.
But in the grand scheme of life it doesn’t mean anything. I have a fresh pot of coffee, some freshly cooked bacon, a big bowl of Cap’n Crunch (may he be promoted to Admiral ), Meat Loaf playing on my iPod, and my dog is happily devouring his breakfast. So fuck him again. With a cactus. Followed by a Gila monster.
Today can just about fuck off. Family can fuck off. Someone remind me why I bought the house so near my mother, please? 
I am losing everything this year. I lost a beloved cat. Many of my friends have moved away. I sort of lost my job. And now I’ve lost one of my favourite radio show hosts too.
I think the next thing I’ll lose will be my mind.
Not a big enough rant to start a thread about, but I hope I’m not about to do a Broomstick: about a week ago I noticed an infected hair follicle on my thigh. I squeezed it, as you do. It didn’t pop, and got worse. For a week (ish) now, I’ve been keeping it clean, and covered with a plaster, and trying to ignore it as it got redder, angrier and spread.
Today I finally admitted it’s A Problem, after removing the plaster showed it’s developing about three other “heads” from the underlying redness (none of which are poppable) and I’ll be phoning the doctors in the morning. I suspect this is going to scar.
I lost my mind years ago. Haven’t missed it since.
You do realize that if this does turn into another **Broomstick **story, you have to start a thread about it, right?
My rant? I realized I was extremely low on oil today so I took my car to the Oil Changin’ Place to get it taken care of. Turns out I’m also extremely low on engine coolant. I’m about to hit my self-imposed limit on how much I’ll allow on my credit card (actually I may have gone over today) so I’ll have to wait until I pay it off in a couple of weeks to get the coolant changed over. So I can’t do a lot of driving until that’s done. Also I have what may be a cracked bone in my foot so I can’t do a lot of walking until I get to my doctor’s appointment next month. I’m stuck at home for the next two weeks. :mad:
A moment of mental weakness, evidently.
My main reason to not buy Grandma’s house is that it is, well, Grandma’s house… how do I justify getting my mother to give me some air occasionally after ceding me half her inheritance? (I renounce my rights to anything else from her estate) I foresee many contracts abroad in my future.