Dammit. On Friday I bought new Xmas lights for the house. My bad, I didn’t measure, I figured they were a fairly standard length, so I bought four boxes. In past, four strands of generic outdoor lights did the house, breezeway, and garage with a little left over
Trudged my ass up and down the ladder to hang them (I hate hate ladders).
Managed to get the house and the breezeway before I ran out.
Trudge out to the store to buy more. They’re out. Try another store. They’re out. Look online, nothing. Look at a different retailer - they have them, but in different colors. If my B-i-L hadn’t been such a tool and broke a bunch of lights from the strands I had last year, I wouldn’t have had to suck it up and buy new ones. Those lights were my favorite - no longer made, of course.
The ongoing 40+ year cat fight between my mother-in-law and her brother’s wife continues. The latest skirmish is just too ridiculous. Aunty’s first grandchild was born Wednesday night, after a long and difficult labor. Obviously, Aunty and the whole family were concerned about cousin and baby, but all ended well, with a healthy mom and healthy adorable baby. Aunty now states that her daughter’s difficult and harrowing labor is a mark of superior breeding, unlike some people’s low-class spit-'em-out and finish hoeing the cotton peasant experience. (Yes, I had a notably fast and easy labor and delivery last year.) I’m amused by the whole brouhaha, but my MIL is sincerely pissed. It is to laugh. Except that I can’t do that when MIL calls to gripe.
Today has not been the best. Started off being sick, must have caught a cold from the relatives over Thanksgiving.
Took a test that I think I aced. But have two harder ones Thursday and Friday.
Worst though, I hate phones. I always have had trouble with them, I’m really not a phone person- I ramble and talk too fast, not a great communication means. I got a voicemail from a friend that was sent 5 days ago. Wow. My friend had obviously not realized she was leaving me a message so I got to hear what they really think. My 3 best friends, that I’ve been friends with for 8 years, were talking shit about my family and I. They said a lot of hurtful things about my family and had a lot of theories that were incorrect about me. Really, I think I know these people so they should know me, Fuck no to that! I simply sent them messages saying I needed to pick up my stuff, including a few pricey textbooks and a flat screen tv I lent them for their apartment. Hope they burn in Hell
A wormhole in the space-time continuum just opened for a second and I was briefly reading a post I made in the mini-rants thread for March of 2028 (“Happy St. Rantrick’s Day”). I thought I’d share it with you.
I guess it’s a mark of superior breeding if one is breeding for women who come close to dying in childbirth, tho why anyone would want to breed for that…
I happened to be in the grocery store this weekend after the dentist and noticed the essential ingredient for my cabbage rolls was on sale (.99/lb vs the usual 2.49/lb for a head of sour cabbage) which is a sign that I must buy at least two and make lots to freeze. I was running lots of errands that day and didnt buy any while I was there, so I went to the store nearest me today to pick some up and they aren’t on sale over here!
So my options are drive to the other area of town to buy them, fighting both traffic and massive construction to go there again, or suck it up and buy at the usual price. The sale is on until Thursday, so I have a couple days to decide if its worth the gas for the savings.
I also am having a huge craving for cabbage rolls.
I’m fucking tired of some people. I’m fucking tired of my roommate whining about her son and his apparent Y-chromosome-linked-inability to make his own dinner.
She’s asked me 16 times where Mom got her turkey brine, and it’s says fucking fancy-schmancy Williams-motherfucking-Sonoma on the goddamn label … Fuck I’m so tired of this shit. Him and his wife. He can’t or won’t turn on the slow-cooker, and she’s happy with cereal for dinner. Some people ! Ugh! He’s 27 for crying out loud.
Most of the men I know and like can cook their ass off and make a damn good dinner. Probably the vast majority of doper men can cook. My father cooked plenty of dinners for his wife and kids.
I know NOW that I am not really cut out to live with other people.
Santa, don’t bother with me, cos, the goddesses all know I’m about to choke a bitch here.
They said they were out of stock, so gave me a coupon. I ordered a different one and after it didn’t show up in time, I emailed them. I got an email back saying that they were sorry for the inconvience and that they would send me another cane with 10 bucks off.
I’m ticked off about this. Had they bothered to tell me that there was a problem I would have worked with them. I did my first credit card charge back and found the same cane much cheaper.
Don’t order stuff from Heavenly Swords. You won’t get your stuff and you will have to deal with your credit card to get the money back. Its a total pain in the rump.
I’[m going through cat withdrawells and my foot and leg hurts. I’m crabby. I can’t spell. I’d go downtairs but I don’t have a cane and my balance is off because my big toe is numb. OK, I do have a cane and a walking stick, but stairs are really scarey right now.
Two words: Butt scoot. When I had ACL surgery, I could have been all tough and hobble up and down stairs, and did so when others were around. When they weren’t? I scooted my butt up and down the stairs.
I can’t help you with the cat withdrawls, though. One of mine discovered how to remove the lid from the butter dish last night. Good thing there was only a tablespoon of butter on it. I have my suspicions which one it was - Dot has been spending a lot of time down by the cat boxes. Then Mayme decided I needed to wake up at 4am today.
Me too. I’d only been without a cat 8 days when Raido came into my life. Now she’s been gone for about 4 weeks and I’ve dreamt of getting a new cat twice in the last week.
Oh, and my stomach and back hurt and I called in sick to work today.
One of our greatest ideas evar was to abolish Cat Breakfast. We now have only Cat Dinner and Cat Late Snack. You would not believe how much this cut down on the 4 AM crap. YMMV as I’m sure YCMV.
My darling baby boy has bronchiolitis! We had to take him to the ER last night. I about hyperventilated myself subconsciously trying to take deep breaths for him. He was great about the nebulizer, though – it’s a gadget, and gadgets are awesome (he’s almost 18 months), and besides when you hoot into the mouthpiece tube thing it sounds all cool. OOO OOO OOO!
Would that it was a food thing, but no. She wanted to play. How do I know that? There are at least a dozen cat toys on my bed now, most of which were dropped on my head. I now know to put away every belled/squeaky toy at night.
Aw, poor little man. It’s so difficult when you’re powerless to help. TheKid had severe bronchitis when she was 3 - she called the nebulizer a “nibble-iter”, and best of all (in her opinion) it was pink with Disney princesses on it.
I know, I know! Not enough eye rolls in the world. It’s veryveryvery funny, but my mother-in-law is taking it so seriously, and it wouldn’t be very politic of my to tell her that she’s being an idiot for taking Auntie seriously.
And poor emma and emma jr. I hope he feels better soonest!
Lacunae Matata, one of my favorite lines in this biopic of Juana la Loca was, quoting from memory and translating, “her majesty gives birth as easily as cows do!” Both Juana and her mother were excellent birth-givers… but then, maybe the House of Trastamara isn’t high-born enough for your aunt…
Very minor:
New, grown-up version of “Panty Raid:” raiding the dryer in the wee hours of the morning for clean underpants because, while you’ve washed & dried the laundry, you have not either folded nor put away the laundry.
Far more stabby-making:
The City is still working on the water mains in my neighborhood. It’s a grid of streets, so it’s not like there’s only one way out, so no biggie, right-o? Main street - big ol’ cement truck blocking 89% of it, so that maybe a Vespa could get by. (I don’t drive a Vespa.) No problemo - side street … has a bulldozer on it. Oookaaaayyy, we’ll just cut through this here alley … nope, somebody’s moving and there’s a moving truck parked there.
Cripes, when did I get locked in on house (neighborhood?) arrest? Finish the water main crap already!
Considering that Aunty is a native of Seville, I may have to gift her with that movie for Christmas …
And yes, kaylasdad, Tony should definitely tell his mom, but he can’t stop laughing long enough to have the conversation.
But at least us peasants have some pretty okay kids, so my MIL has good ammo in the Grandmother Wars: “Isn’t it nice that Baby J no longer tries to eat from the litter box… oh, did I mention that my grandson’s academic scholarship in molecular biology was just renewed? Or that middle granddaughter has the lead role in the city theater’s production of ‘Annie’? But I don’t know how she’ll keep up, what with honor roll and being president of student council and all.”
Saying that to the lower orders, though, is a mark of ill breeding. A well-bred person would know that there are some things we think that we should not say, and that’s one of them.
Clearly, I need to visit you, and bring my cats. All four cats are VERY affectionate, and will sit on you so that you can’t get up. The Siamese gives hugs and kisses, whether you want her to or not. She will also present her butt to any male. She’s been spayed, but she is still hopeful.
