I’m glad to hear the Calgary police service is doing something other than picking their noses; it must look to me like they aren’t enforcing dui laws because I just never see them doing it (they’re too busy following you around 
). Honestly, I don’t know what the solution to the continued problem with people drinking and driving is; maybe it is the lower tolerance laws, so people know if they have one single drink, they will be over the limit.
That’s weird. When I was in high school the only thing kids in ISS did was their homework…even if the office had to send someone to teachers to collect their assignments for them.
Goddamit.
Its been three hours and I’m still pissed. The following was a little bit my fault but mostly my across street neighbors fault. You know, those folks with too many people living in one house which translates into too many cars on the street? Yeah, them.
Today is trash pickup day and I had to put all three bins out - when that happens, the neighbors can only “fit” one of their cars in front our house, and I put that in quotes because it doesn’t really fit, it slops over into the next door driveway a little. Since I was busy today, I didn’t get out to put the bins away as they were emptied, so all three were still at the curb when I left to do errands. And ran into one of the bins. WTF? Yup, the cross street neighbors had moved one of my bins partially into my driveway so their biggest vehicle would fit in the remaining space in front of my house.
Now, it was my fault that I didn’t notice that the bin had been moved but who thinks that someone is going to come along and do that? And Jesus fucking Christ, they don’t need to park there! It’s just more convenient for them to do so and apparently I need to learn that. :smack:
Fortunately, no damage to the car or the bin - I hit it with the trailer hitch, but not really hard - but it scared the crap out of me. Next Wednesday I’m putting the bins in the fucking middle of the space. If they move them again, I’m going to chain the one we don’t use often to the tree in the boulevard. I’m just sick to death of them treating the whole fucking neighborhood as an extension of their property.
curlcat, that would have pissed me off as well. I don’t own the street, so I wouldn’t be upset over them parking there. Moving a trash can into your driveway so they can park is such a dick move.
My problem now is my very good friend. The one who is looking after my house. Tony has a lot of issues and time management and planning are not one of his strong points.
Tony hasn’t had a working stove since we met 7 years ago (I finally managed to do something about that a couple of months ago). We always go to the Clubhouse for Thanksgiving, but I’m not there now.
Today, Tony went to the grocery store to buy a turkey. Its been longer than 10 years since he bought one so he had sticker shock and didn’t have enough money to buy one. The poor man was so upset, he remembers when they were 20 cents a pound the day before T-day.
When I reminded him that I’d left 200 in cash in case of emergencies, he roared “My not having Thanksgiving is NOT an emergency!” and hung up.
So, I called the lady who always hosts the big feed and told her what was going on. Laura is a very special lady, so after we agreed that only Tony would try to plan his holiday meal the day before, we agreed that she would call him and tell him that she needed him to bring papertowels to dinner tomorrow because she is almost out and doesn’t have time to go to the store.
I think it will work, but, geeze…I am feeling guilty. I know that this is a hard time of the year for him.
Is PSNH the most pathetic power company, or what? It has snowed exactly two times so far this fall. Some people in the lakes region have no power for the second storm in a row. That’s the only part of the state that seems to have gotten more than 3" of snow. Are we going to lose power every time it snows this winter, for fuck’s sake?? God, I hate them.
At least one thing I won’t be complaining about this year are Christmas cards, decorating, and shopping. Got mine done early, bitches! 
Gotta watch those coupons for turkeys. Went shopping with my mother. She had a $10 off coupon and the turkey was just over a buck a pound, so we ended up with a 16 pounds and change turkey for something like $8.44.
I went to Denny’s for dinner. I won’t do that again.
Why, why, why do marshmallows have to be the fucking default for yams/sweet potatoes? Three people brought sweet potatoes. Two of them had marshmallows already on. The third gave me false hope…until she smothered the dish with marshmallows and jammed it in the oven. :smack:
Well, I planned for this. I have my own can of yams. Tomorrow I am going to simmer them and make a glaze, and enjoy every sweet, syrupy, marshmallow-free bite.
I had to cook dinner for myself when I got home from work tonight. While a Thanksgiving meal was delivered for us to enjoy at work, the vegetarian selection consisted of green beans, falafel, and bread. At least half of us are vegetarians or vegans. The other half got a whole turkey with mashed potatoes and gravy and stuffing to go with the green beans and bread. Annoying.
Oh yeah, you should have consulted me, see? I could have told you that Denny’s lunch or dinner sucks ass. They can barely handle breakfast!
I’ve been going to the mall lately, just because we now live within walking distance of it and it’s something to do sometimes. There was a period of several years where I hardly ever went to the mall. They now have these people that, every few feet as you’re walking along, will step out from their kiosks and fuck with you. They will tell you that your skin sucks and that your hair could be much better and that you need a new cellphone, their cellphone. These losers are barely one step up from phone telemarketers. I used to be nice but now I just growl “leave me alone” and so I’m sure I look like a crazy lady but goddamn who said they could do this??
They have prostitutes in malls down there? (Sorry - I couldn’t resist!:D)
pavement pirates, as bad as chuggers.
Dear Moron,
For some reason, you appear to consider breaking into an allotment with a 7’ fence with spikes on top, and a locked gate to dump a broken television to be the best available form of disposal, but I am quite sure those of us who actually rent and use the site would all rather you didn’t go to so much effort.
This is the second one this year, in exactly the same spot. Not to mention the other rubbish that’s been regularly dumped around that area.
I am truly hoping you are not, in fact, one of the tenants, but in order to become and remain a tenant, you must possess at least the intelligence necessary to fill out an application form, and the common sense required to plant things with the green bit at the top. Sadly, this does not appear to be the case for you.
Maybe you think that if you put them near the council leaf dump site your bits of metallic crap will magically turn into leaves, and will therefore become compostable; but sadly, life does not work that way. Possibly you think the squirrels would like to watch the news; but alas, they have no electricity supply, so can only stare wistfully at the blank, broken screen and feel more strongly their poverty.
I am reluctantly impressed by the level of determination you’re showing, but find it sadly misdirected. There is a council dump barely a mile away, I believe you could save both yourself and the people who have to clear up the random shit quite a lot of time and effort by simply taking it directly there.
May I also point out that your buried corpse would actually compost much more rapidly and usefully than the ‘presents’ you leave us. I trust you understand.
Yours sincerely,
Filbert
Migraines suck. That is all.
This is when it pays to speak another language. You don’t need to be fluent in it. I babble at them the few phrases I remember from my one summer course in Russian, they look puzzled, try again, and I hit them with some more and that’s the end of it.
Hey, what does it matter that what I actually said was “I am going to the post office to buy stamps” followed by 'Come in, please, the door is unlocked."
Looks like next month, we’re gonna be bitching about you. 
If you don’t speak a foreign language, you can just ostentatiously drag out a phrase book, make a great show of rifling through the pages, then triumphantly shout “MY HOVERCRAFT IS FULL OF EELS!”
Try to cultivate a foreign-sounding accent to do this in.
About a month ago, I discovered Zumba. Wheee! Finally, exercise that I enjoy, even look forward to! A revelation I tells ya.
For three weeks, Zumba every Thursday.
Last week, Thursday class plus a bonus class on Sunday. Plus I order special Zumba shoes from Zappos so that I can pull off the slidey moves. Due to be delivered last Wednesday.
So of course, last Tuesday I pop up lame with plantar fasciitis.
The shoes are lovely. Haven’t been able to try them out yet. Motherfucker. I hate my feet, and apparently the feeling is mutual.