Oswald acted alone.
That is all.
I brought my laptop. I have a hard time hearing anything if I have my headphones on, though, so those had to stay off, which limits the amusement factor greatly.
She doesn’t require around-the-clock monitoring, but I do need to be within shouting distance, as getting up and moving about is still harder for her (though rapidly improving!). She’ll be having some physical therapy as well. She does take naps, but getting in and out of the bed has been hard, so I still need to hang about. Again, within shouting distance. Normally, she’s all right alone during the day.
I’d just feel like shit if I ran out for half an hour, and she needed to move about during that time.
Yes, the whole idea of sitting with a less-than-able relative is to be there if she needs you. If my toddler falls asleep for a nap, I could use pure logic and say “well, she typically sleeps for an hour” and go out to run 45 minutes of errands. And that would be logical but stupid and irresponsible. Depending on an elderly person’s state of mind and well-being, it might be equally irresponsible to leave her unattended.
Also, I just got back from my final pre-Thanksgiving trip to the grocery store. And I still forgot the damned cranberries. I guess final doesn’t mean what it used to… dammit.
I come home to no dial tone. Lucky me, I have a cell phone, although it’s only for emergencies. This qualified. Called Verizon to get a recorded message saying there’s a service outage and they don’t expect it to be restored until sometime Friday evening.
That cell phone really isn’t meant to be a main phone. Not just because I only got it for emergencies, but because it doesn’t hold a charge for all that long. The back falls off. The battery falls out. I just hope no one needs to get in touch with me, because right now, the internet is it.
Agrees with LM. When you need to get out of bed to pee and you can’t, it sucks. That’s from current experience, btw. I’ve spent many hours sitting with hurt friends and didn’t really understand how much it meant to them until now.
My rant is that I’m in Texas and there are no cows. There are no oil rigs. There is a lot of noise and I kinda overdid things yesterday and my foot hurts a lot. Bill snores so loudly that I had to quit playing Hellgate because I couldn’t hear my droids. Maybe that should have gone to the 1st world thread.
I need my eye to stop with that twitchy feeling tic thing.
I need to scream at somebody.
Fuck scrubbing the floor on your hands and knees. I am not fucking doing it. I am not a goddamn scullery maid. Nobody likes scrubbing because if they DID Swiffers would not be selling like hotcakes.
Ya know, dude… just because I volunteer to do pours during growler hours at your brewery out of the goodness of my heart doesn’t mean you can spent 2 hours sneaking gropes at my butt. On that note, you just lost a volunteer.
Yah, I wish I could find something on line - the story is a few years old - 2009 maybe?
However, the jist was that because Calgary police run checkstops all the time (not just at peak times) they wind up busting WAAAAAAY more people drinking and driving, but it tends to be lower profile.
As to the dozen times - it’s easily that many. Seriously, bizarre random places I’m going - 8:30 AM on a Tuesday driving to Inglewood to meet an artist I was commissioning a work from and I got stopped in a checkstop. I must just be lucky or something.
Ugh - I just looked again and it’s impossible to find anything - everything that comes up is ‘Get a DUI Laywer?!?!’ or ‘Busted drinking and driving - beat the rap!’ or ‘Read these stats about how many people DIE from drinking and driving.’ but regular old statistics (i.e. number of dui arrests by municipality, for instance) are not forthcoming.
Yes, Mom, I am amused that TheKid is suspended. Sorry if that offends you. She screwed up, she fessed up to it, and rather than forcing her to sit in In School Suspension, I requested she be suspended. In ISS they do… nothing. The can’t do schoolwork, can’t read, they’re just supposed to sit there all day. Instead, she’s home with me, working on her homework. Her offense was nothing major, in my opinion (talking in the Dean’s office), and if the school hadn’t been on an elevated code nothing would have happened to her. But it was, and she did, and that’s just how it goes.
Sidenote: I think the Dean was surprised that I didn’t squawk at him for her suspension. He does a difficult job in a difficult school, and TheKid broke the rules. Why would I bitch?
MissTake, two things:
Thing 1: Really? Just sit there all day? That’s… I don’t even know what that is, stupid and cruel and OMG. Way to reinforce the message that school is primarily for using up time, killing time dead. And that kids are useless.
Thing 2: What’s “on an elevated code”?
ISS is sitting in a room with other students, no talking, no gum, no homework, just sit there. All day. A cheese sandwich and water for lunch. Totally pointless. Now, I am one of those parent who never sent her to her room for punishment, as in my mind that’s like sending a kid to a toy store. She was an In The Corner child. So, in that sense, ISS is logical. But to do no homework? No reading? For the entire day? Not so much.
There was a nasty fight Monday, which put the school on an elevated security code. Code Yellow means more attention to any infractions, surprise locker checks, must have hall passes &c. Code Red means school lockdown. There has been one Code Red this year, thank heavens. Unfortunately there have been at least a half dozen Code Yellows since the start of the school year.
Great. School = prison. I weep for our youth.
Seriously, woman, I know you wouldn’t be calling me if you weren’t mentally ill, but you reschedule your appointment not once, not twice, but THREE f’ing times and then don’t show up??? Plus wasting my time talking to you on the phone??? You need help, but it isn’t going to be from me.
My smoke alarm’s loud chirping feature is controlled by something up in the crawlspace, and, despite a brand new battery in the unit, it is chirping every five freaking minutes—day and night, night and day.
I hope my handyman can fix this blasted thing. I can’t take another night with ear plugs.
I don’t disagree. According to TheKid, the fight that set the Code Yellow off was a “Bitch be looking at my man” weave yanking fest in the lunchroom. One of the girls was injured fairly badly. They both were supended for a considerable time. However, clique minds being what they are, the whole school ended up on yellow due to the customary retaliation fights that occur afterwards.
The whole school gets punished for the acts of few. I don’t get the idea behind ISS for the entire day, and in talking to TheKid it’s my understanding ISS is only done when the school is on yellow or red - otherwise it’s afterschool detention or Saturday school (read: Breakfast Club).
Her school is often one of the top 1500 in the US, believe it or not. Many students are in the IB program and they have one of the top arts programs in the state. But, it is in an economically challenged area with many students coming in from a poor area of Minneapolis. There are gang members, too many teen pregnancies, too few involved parents. If you suspend a kid out of school, they get to hang out at home and play XBox. That, in my mind, is a reward. If I didn’t work from home, I probably would have let ISS stand, despite my dislike for it.
Can I please have a do-over, starting from last Monday?
As posted earlier, I started last week by backing into my garage door in the morning and getting food poisoning that night, causing me to (a) have to throw out 3 pounds of meat and (b) pull a toilet paper roll holder off the wall of my guest bath, giving me © a nice hole in the wall.
Fast forward to Thursday, when in the morning I found the formerly-cemented-to-the-shower-wall ceramic soap dish on the floor of the shower (oddly unbroken, what’s up with THAT?).
That night, taking in the garbage, I put my foot in a dip in the ground and fall, wrenching my left ankle and knee (that being the foot in the dippidy-doo) and my right arm and shoulder (still holding onto the garbage pail I’d been wheeling back into the garage), and scraping my left hand up.
Friday afternoon I get a call from my brother that my dad is in the hospital, having had another (his fourth!) heart attack. Which apparently STARTED Thursday night, when he took nitro for it and the pains went away but came back in the early a.m., and because he’s hard of hearing he prefers to have mom make the phone calls, so instead of calling 911 himself, he WAITS FOR MOM TO WAKE UP to have her call, because he “didn’t want to disturb her.” (He’s fine. Doc cleared a blockage and put a new stent in on Sunday and said he’d be good for a few years yet. He was home Monday. But damnit, he knows better than to fool with this shit.)
Monday, I get to work to discover that my key card pass has disappeared. Since then I’ve almost disassembled my car, my cubicle, and my house, to no avail.
And last night, my phone service went out. Actually, it probably went out sometime in the afternoon, because my vet was trying to leave a message for me regarding my cat’s blood work results and wasn’t able to. Verizon estimates it won’t be fixed until sometime Friday night (probably because of the rain and the holiday). Sure, I have a cell phone, but the damn thing is 6 years old, was only bought for emergencies, doesn’t hold a charge all that well so leaving it on is NOT an option, and the battery cover keeps falling off and the battery pack keeps falling out.
I’m not sure when or why my world went slightly pear-shaped, but I’d like it to go back to round, kthxbye!
That’s how it was in my primary school if you got “detention” (which was during recess, after class or on a Saturday). That one time six of us got detention on a Saturday, I think the teacher let us go early because she was at least half as ready to start biting into the brick walls as we were.
In high school, you got to be in a class with two different teachers (chosen to be as complementary in their subjects as possible) and anybody else who’d gotten detention, but you were supposed to do schoolwork. Homework, “cleaning up” your class notes, writing lesson summaries… Students could ask the teachers for tutoring if needed; sometimes students who weren’t detained but needed to ask a teacher a question would drop by for tutoring as well, or you could also go there if you were feeling under the weather but couldn’t go home.
We’ve already been on the highway for 2.5 hours. We’ve made it 62 miles. 498 to go. whimper
Dear package designer for Nutella jars: Why. The. FUUUUUUUUUUCK. Did you design this jar with such an awkward shape? The lid has an extremely short throw, which means it comes loose much sooner than the peanut butter jar and half the time I spin the lid across the kitchen floor. Also, the shape of the jar has these “shoulders” that make it nearly impossible to get at all of the Nutella. Which I paid for. GIVE ME MY NUTELLA, stupid jar!