Sorry that you had this shock. It’s understandably upsetting.
A lot of people think that it’s safer to have a man’s voice on the outgoing message. There are vague ideas that something might happen if a random dialer got the idea that they were calling a residence with a woman living there alone. My grown son put his voice on my answering machine because of that. You mom might feel that your dad’s voice is keeping her safe. There are other ways to get the same effect, but they take a little effort to arrange. Also, if she doesn’t ever call herself, it may have completely slipped her mind.
I’m going to pit the adductor magnus in my left leg. It started spasming last night at about 2:30 a.m., driving me in agony right out of a deep sleep. Fortunately, I was able to quickly locate a thick dishtowel, which I soaked in water as hot as I could stand, then applied to the muscle. Even more fortunately, the damn thing responded to the treatment.
And I’m going to anti-pit my sister, the bio-ethicist. She came with us to the ocularist yesterday and advocated on our behalf to negotiate our co-pay on kaylasmom’s new prostheses down from $2K to $1K. Thanks, sis!
As a counter anecdote, I have been getting the flu shot for the 18+ years I’ve worked here and I can’t even remember the last time I had a sniffle. I also work part-time at a grocery store, so It’s not like I haven’t been exposed. I think I may have had a little cold last year, but not a thing this year so far.
We just realized that we have our daughter’s voice as our outgoing message. Recorded when she was a grade schooler, and she’s been “all growed up ‘n’ moved out” for years now.
But we never call our own landline, and only rarely does anyone else when we’re not home. So really, virtually no one’s listened to our outgoing message in years.
Well, my mom left us a message the other day saying “I just heard Ana’s voice! How nice…” and we went “Huh?” And were surprised when we called our own number and let it ring through to the machine. Yeah, it is like we butt-dialed ‘Little Ana With A Lisp’.
So I bet that Mom doesn’t even remember that Dad’s voice is on there…
I think Facebook chooses “Top Stories” based on how many likes/comments a status/post receives. I also wish it’d stop switching to Top Stories from Most Recent.
They’re ok, thank god, but I’m pissed that I’m looking like the worst friend ever, checking out everyone’s mundane stuff on Facebook when maybe she could have used a friendly ally at the hospital. Meanwhile seven hours later I finally see the post from her and have to post ‘holy crap, FB didn’t show me this, so sorry, glad you’re all doing better.’ At least everyone’s seen something like that happen to them before, but this just particularly galled me.
Well, I knew the day would come: Niece is now selling Girl Scout Cookies. I have, of course, cheerfully bought 6 boxes because, adorable and all. But I can’t stand the damn things; they taste like cardboard with additives, maybe dipped into Hershey’s vomit-aftertaste chocolate.
A friend of mine also didn’t see my hospitalization post - three days later! Since I was still there, he was able to still come and visit, but he felt awful he didn’t get the original post.
My solution to getting stuff from my friends in a timely manner has been to create a separate feed under my location. Under “favorites” there’s a selection (I think for everyone) with your location - mine says “Chicago, Illinois Area” and it loads whatever friends are in your same town automatically. (It’s been a long time, I think that was how it worked) You can then edit/add whoever you want to that list. So all the friends I want to get updates from, especially when they post personal pics and/or plain text. It’s nice because it doesn’t have all the other stuff from ‘liked’ pages and advertisements and extraneous stuff like that. The only maintenance I have to do is when I make new friends who aren’t showing Chicago as their location, I have to remember to add them to that feed. That’s it.
So I use my news feed for actual news updates like Tom Skilling’s weather updates and the local NBC news highlights, plus posts and links to my interests from ‘liked’ pages like Cracked and Food Inc., and my “Chicago, Illinois Area” feed to see posts by actual human friends.
Huh. Nothing to rant about today. Got a surprise raise show up on my paycheck, IRS accepted my return early so should get my refund in the next couple weeks, and my farmer is making home deliveries (her big box freezer truck won’t start) tomorrow so I don’t have to leave the house.
Six telemarketing calls yesterday. And another one from a local elected official about some bullshit the pompous twit decided was important. I called his office and they refused to apologize or agree never to call again. So I’m not only getting bullshit calls from Rachel at Cardholder services and scum who think I’m eighty and need nursing services, I’m also getting them from someone I probably helped elect, who’s salary I pay.
I suppose I should be thankful that the plow drivers are going slow today, as it allowed me to get out of my driveway since we received ANOTHER SIX GAWDDAMNED INCHES OF SNOW.
I have a 6’ high fence separating our property from our back neighbors. In our patio area, only about 1’ of fence is showing, due to drifts and the seemingly every other day occurrence of the white stuff.
Yeah, traffic was ridiculously slow this morning, primarily because it was snowing heavily during rush hour. Took my bus an hour and a half for what is normally a 30-35 minute ride.
But this is normal for us and we don’t turn into pussy assed zombie apocalypse town (like Atlanta) over a couple of inches of snow.
I have had a cold since Sunday. It’s pretty awful and I have also contracted what I call ‘snot stomach’ as a result. I thought I felt just about as bad as it could get.
Nope.
From having the chills, my nipples keep getting hard. They are now chafed. Ow ow ow!
I won’t snark on those down South who never learned the art of driving on snow/ice, because it’s such a rare happening for them AND their DOT is not equipped for it.
A friend from Louisiana came up one year during the St Paul Winter Carnival. He had driven through states with snow, but never actually experienced it. He was bundled up like the little brother from “A Christmas Story”, waddling around like a penguin. He could NOT walk on ice - instaturtle. Going tubing was a hoot. He kept asking me why we play in the snow. Why not?
However, if he had asked me to come down to his area in Louisiana in August? No way in hell. I’d melt into a puddle.
Plus I think of our fellow Minnesotan drivers after the first snowfall. Idjits, the lot of them.
