I need to have my drivers side door open all the way to get out of the drivers seat [my knees and hips don’t bend the way they used to so it is harder to wriggle my way out of the seat and through the door if it is partly shut.] I got in the habit of parking off in the ass end of the parking lot and taking up 1 and a half spaces so the drivers side is next to one of the curb arrangements at the ends of rows [if my description makes sense] so nobody can block the drivers side ever. I may still sit in my damned car while mrAru runs in to shop, but I still need to be able to exit my car if I need to get out and there are no gimp spaces left near the building. [if we are going and just mrAru is going in, I don’t park in gimp parking. He isnt a gimp =) ]
Just for fun, I tried to open the driver’s door once I got myself in.
It opened about far enough to slide one of those mail order catalogs (think Harrier Carter) between door and frame.
That drives me absolutely bug-eyed - the parking lot is practically empty, and someone has to park RIGHT BESIDE ME! Get lost! Go park somewhere else! You’re in my car’s personal space!
Next time park next to the cement thingys so you have excellent access on the drivers side =) It will make life so much easier. Let them park in your passenger side!
What’s with those commercials for this auto insurance outfits that promise to pay for a new transmission or engine if you have more than 100,00 miles on your car? Is this a scam cause my bullshit meter is pinging.
I have a head cold. Yay. FML.I’m sneezing and congested and hungry and can’t really go anywhere. I’m being nagged because i am wearing shorts because i am stuck here and I had to take out the trash and the recycling. And my favorite pair of jeans needs to be washed. I hate being nagged. I am wearing a sweater.
Why are the ads here at SDMB in Spanish?
Someone rear-ended me last year around this time doing this.
Almost a dozen spaces between me and the nearest car on the side they chose to park and they crunch my bumper. (They fixed it though). Drives me nutty.
My current rant? It’s been a time since last week. Bad enough to melt me down a little at work (stress, feeling stupid and more stupid to melt down because I hate acting so unprofessional, at least it was just my boss who saw not the rest of the office), plus I’m PMSing, plus my final for this class that has been kicking my ass is on Thursday, PLUS I am not sure if I’m getting conjunctivitis or my eye is just being annoying and itchy, and red because it’s annoying and itchy.
That’s it in a nutshell.
Because you didn’t press 1 for English!
I had to flip a coin to deceide if this should go here or in the 1-world problem thread.
I had minor surgery on my foot yesterday. I’m in pain, but I have pills for that. I am now sitting in my warm home, in front of one of my 2 computers (the laptop is in the bedroom, I just feel like sitting up now). I have stacks of DVD’s people have lent me. My reader has over 90 books loaded and Bill has emailed me more. We had a cooking party on Saturday and my fridge and freezer are stuffed with single serving’s of yummy, home cooked food.
I’m bored.
I’m sure SG would be willing to swing by and keep you company!
walks slowly away, as flatlined can’t chase me anyways
I understand how you’re feeling, though, whent through it when I had surgery many years ago. My rule: If you don’t want to do anything, nap. Naps rock.
I’m not real sure where to FIND that option…
I’m looking forward to Kvetchanukah.
Not always. Sometimes it comes out as diarrhea. I tried taking high-dose Vitamin C pills, and that’s what happened to me. Acidic diarrhea that burned on the way out, no less.
Could the idiot Duggers please stop having children? Breeder in Chief is preggo again with baby number 20 at 45. Her last child with born prematurely with all sorts of complications. Mamma Moron needs to focus on the kids she has instead of mindlessly guestating more.
I had surgery a couple years ago and I was exactly the same. I had bought a couple shows on DVD so I had things to watch, I had my computer set up in my room so I could log on to EQ2, my friends bought me a new series of books and I didn’t want to do any of that. I was bored and sulky. Those shows and books - I couldn’t get into them and I still haven’t read/watched them now. For some reason they’re tainted with the boredom.
I second the advice to nap.
I should put her on my Death Pool list for next year because she’s going to kill herself in childbirth.
She’s been on mine for a couple of years now.
I wonder what ol’ Jim Bob would do if she was unable to bear any more children?
Probably find a biblical justification for divorce and move on to his next sow. I’ve had a mental bet if she would dare have another. Notice this time they did not immediately announce right after the positive pregnancy test. They probably know many people will find their decision completely idiotic especially after her last disasterous uterine adventure.
Yeah, but Imagine how much child support he’d have to pay her, and alimony, because she hasn’t been employed for ages, and only has children and reality tv on her resume… what can she get in Arkansas that will put food on the table and pay for utilities?
[voice of god]HEY! LADY YOU HAVE ENOUGH CHILDREN. KNOCK IT OFF! [/voice of god]
And you scared it! You’re lucky my Yaris doesn’t have sharp elbows, you bastard!
anya marie, if you find out, maybe we can start researching why I get ads for mail order brides…
I am so ticked off with myself right now. The morning started off well enough. My son was relatively happy and got himself together early enough to have a few minutes to play before we left. My daughter was happy and playful, too. So eventually it’s time to go and I grab my daughter and my son and we head downstairs to the car. My son hops in and gets himself strapped in; I put my daughter in her car seat and she immediately starts screaming bloody murder and struggling out of her seat. I put her back in and tighten the straps; the little Houdini manages to slide her upper body out again. Rinse. Repeat. Great. Now we’re going to miss the bell and my son will get a tardy slip because his sister is losing it because she doesn’t want to be in the car.
After doing this a few times and being forced to stop the car at least once in the driveway, I find myself throwing a tantrum of my own, complete with aggravated snarling and the occasional stomping of the feet in frustration. But I manage to get my daughter to stay put. I walk around the car and see my son cringing back in his seat, trying hard not to cry because I just scared the bejeezus out of him. My daughter didn’t seem affected by it much, but my son was. Dammit. Why the fuck did I do that??
Yes, I got woken up four times last night – once by my son having a nightmare and three time by my daughter whose brain is apparently in high gear. And yes I was mad because my husband was still upstairs in bed, sleeping blissfully. But that doesn’t justify flipping my shit in front of both of them and scaring the holy hell out of my son who hadn’t done anything wrong to begin with. God I feel awful. And stupid. Sometimes I feel like trying to “manage” my kids turns me into someone I don’t like at all. (Manage in quotes because I really did a bang-up fucking job today, now didn’t I?)
I apologized to my son and told him I would try my hardest never to let it happen again, but now I have to prove it. Fuck.