I hate both formats…while I should be sad that the last rock station in the area is essentially dead, I can’t get too worked up over the loss of its final incarnation with the single morning host.
Stupid provincial legislation - we have lots of laws in place right now to address impaired driving - making more laws, with harsher penalties won’t make a damned bit of difference if the cops won’t enforce the laws. I’ve been driving in Calgary for 21 years now, and I’ve been stopped in ONE checkstop in those 21 years. As with most legal things in Calgary, enforcement is a non-existent joke.
Just spent nearly two hours clearing the jam in my parents’ paper shredder only to find that the motor has burned out.
Because someone decided to force feed it a Tolstoy novel when I wasn’t looking. Mom is scrupulous about taking care of office equipment. Dad has already stated that he doesn’t like this paper shredder. He likes the old one better. Well, guess what, Dad? The old one’s dead, and now so is the new one! Congratulations!
M-o-A my thoughts are with your family. I hope the news in the future is better.
Keep us posted.
The neurologist told us today, “The best case scenario is that he will leave the ICU to go live permanently in a nursing home and be paralyzed and angry for the rest of his life.” I am now seriously re-evaluating my definition of ‘best case scenario.’
She also said that his alcohol abuse had made his brain shrink. The intracranial hemmorage bled into the space left from the shrinking brain, which is why he only had a stroke instead of dying right then.
I cannot say this to my family, but I’m thinking this would not have been the worst thing in the world. I suspect my mother is also thinking along these lines, but we cannot say that to each other. We would never be able to look each other in the eye again.
One of his friends came by the hospital and told us he was beating himself up because he cut my brother out of his life a year ago. Friend told bro that he couldn’t watch my brother destroy himself. Mom and I told friend he did exactly the right thing.
I hate that this is affecting so many people. I hate that my parents got a call from Mediflight billing today over this. I hate that it will be days, maybe a week before we have any kind of idea how much cognitive damage he did to himself.
I do not, however, hate my brother. I don’t have the energy left. I was mad at him for so long for screwing up so badly and taking so many people down with him. Now I just want this over. Finally over, with finality. Unfortunately, the only way for this to be over is if he dies.
I’m too tired right now to censor myself. And too sick at heart to want to. So I’ll end my rant here.
Thanks for letting me vent.
MOA, I’m so sorry. I have no advice and nothing to say but that I’m sorry for you and would offer up lots of hugs and comfort food. Do you like mac and cheese? Your pain makes me want to cook and clean.
{{{Mom-of-Andrew}}}
I’m so sorry, M-o-A. Hitting bottom is supposed to be having a spouse walk out on you or losing your job, or maybe even being homeless for a little while. Not having your brain bleed you into permanent paralysis. I didn’t even know that could happen.
{{{MOA}}}
According to the local crackpots, the reason why gas prices keep going up is, and I quote, “illegal immigrants are using up our gas.” Not, say, rampant, unregulated speculation in oil prices, no, it’s all the fault of illegal immigrants driving around willy-nilly in badly tuned 1960s gas guzzlers just to use up the gas so natural-born Americans have to pay more at the gas station. It’s all a conspiracy, I tells ya! :rolleyes:
I have severe pants issues. On the way to work today I stopped to help someone who’d fishtailed right off an exit ramp in the rain. I got out and promptly sank to my knee in mud and lost my shoe. Called someone for them, got in my car, went to work and sat in the parking lot while globs of goo dripped off my pants. Eventually I washed my foot and hands as well as I could in a puddle and drove home. Fucking pants. Fucking mud. Why do I get out of bed?
I just came here right after being in this thread, and, well, words fail me, to be honest. How come humans are so much kinder - in this one way - to their beloved animals than they are to each other?
I’m sorry you and your parents are being forced to go through this, MoA. Such a difficult situation with no clear or easy answers. I hope your brother finds a quiet and painless ending to his life, whenever that comes, and that you, your parents, and his friends can eventually find peace.
Actually there was a CTV news story a couple of years ago (I can’t find it online) about Calgary’s checkstop program. The program runs year round and specific days (i.e. New Years, Halloween, etc) are NOT targeted - there are as many checkstops on those days as any other days.
Because of this program calgary has 10 times the number of drunk driving arrests as any other Canadian city.
FWIW, I’ve lived here for about 25 years and been stopped at checkstops at least a dozen times, at every time of the day (one time was at 8:30 AM in Inglewood) and every time of year. You may have missed the checkstops but it doesn’t mean that they’re not happening, and it doesn’t mean that the new legislation won’t be effective. Similar legislation in BC has been very effective.
Another one bites the dust.
After ~ 2 months of seeing this guy, it’s time to be honest with myself: I am just not into him. And a relationship can’t work if I feel this way. Minor issues with communication keep cropping up that get under my skin (e.g., he assumes I am sacarstic when I’m not and gets offended; then he’ll say something that offends me but he says he’s just kidding), and at first that’s what I thought was the reason for my tepidness towards him. But nope, it’s not that. I’m just not into him. Maybe it’s a pheromone thing, I don’t know. Mentally, I’m not turned on either. The chemistry isn’t there.
But we’re so cordial right now. How do you break up with someone just when things are so polite and calm? And he really likes me. Like, intensely. I think he’s cleaving to me so hard because of stress and unhappiness. And here I am, about to add to his stress and unhappiness. And it’s the holidays. Ughhh. This is making me feel stressed and unhappy.
Doesn’t help that when I talk to my friends about this guy, they tell me to be more patient and just give it more time, blah, blah. Thanks, friends, for enabling me in my procastination.
You break up politely and calmly, though if he’s way more into you than you are into him be prepared for some theatrics (I had a boyfriend once like that, he got on his knees, hugged me around mine and begged.. Yeah that wasn’t even more of a turn off..)
It is the holidays but letting it linger on in a half assed ‘I don’t want to wreck his holidays’ will ruin yours and helps no one in the end.
In other news, the switch in my bathroom blew or something. BF took a look at it and says the wiring looks scorched :eek: but the guy the landlady has to look at things won’t be here until Thursday. It blew on Saturday (not the breaker, I double checked). At least we have a second bathroom, but it’s on the other floor and we have to switch everything down there and it’s basically a teeny stall which is awkward as hell to shower in. I’m also getting really paranoid about the electrical in this house and wondering if we should be looking to move.
If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to see a cite on that 10 times figure; your being pulled over a dozen times to my being pulled over once in a similar time frame indicates that we are having two very different experiences in the same city.
The switch probably shorted out (has happened to us before with old switches). It is pretty easy to fix yourself. (It would probably take me five minutes to do, add ten to go to the hardware store for a new switch and some mirettes first.)
However, I would turn off the breaker that the switch is on until you get it fixed. There are likely exposed wires now and you don’t want to make the problem worse.
Last week, my grandma was in pain, and she didn’t want to go to the doctor. My mom and I made her go, and her exceptionally inflamed gallbladder came out that same night. She was in the hospital for a few days, but was released on Saturday. She was able to be released to home–she lives with my mom because she wouldn’t be alone there. 'Cause I said I’d be here during the days.
I don’t know how my mom does it. I want to go out, but because she’s still weak from the surgery, I don’t feel like I should. I mean, the whole point of her being allowed to come home is that she wouldn’t be alone I haven’t done my workouts, I haven’t been able to run to the store, and I’ve had to get up earlier than usual. I can’t even really run iTunes for music, since I tune out when it’s on. I’m tired and I’m cranky and–above all–I’m bored.
Don’t get me wrong; I’d do it all again in a heartbeat just to keep her out of a stay in facility. But, fuck me, this is tedious. Moreover, it makes me realize that this must be what my mom goes through every day, which makes me feel like I should offer to do this more often, except I really don’t want to, which makes me approximately the worst person in the history of the universe.
Maybe there’s room in the freezer. Maybe I can bake. Or something.
What the hell ARE you doing, then? Just staring at her from across the room? Doesn’t she take naps? Besides, if she’s recovering, then it should be OK to leave her alone for half an hour while you run to the store, right? Does she require round-the-clock monitoring?
The carpet on the passenger side of my '97 Jeep is still soaked after an attempt to clean and patch the air conditioner drain. It seems to be coming from the front under the dashboard, but that doesn’t explain why the rear carpet is wet underneath. And I’m having a hell of a time getting the rear carpet lifted to dry it. (The padding on the front section has finally started to dry since I’ve pulled it up.) I feel like a bad person for letting this happen…I take care of my vehicles, dammit! 
I’m not even sure when it started.