I am an idiot. For multiple reasons, but the one that’s bothering me now is this: so I fell off the healthy-eating and exercise wagon for quite some time and started gaining weight. I decided to hop back on this week and have been watching my food intake pretty closely for the last few days. I should’ve remembered, though, from doing this last time the toll that going from a negligible fiber diet to a very fibrous diet can have on the digestive tract.
I’ve been in the bathroom constantly for the past two days and my stomach muscles are cramping from all the recent intestinal exercise. It fucking hurts! And when I’m not in the bathroom I’m trying very hard not to embarrass myself by farting in front of my co-workers. Yes, farting.
Why do I have the memory of a gnat when it comes to these things?
Plus, I came in to work to face a whole shitstorm (hah!) of issues thanks to busybody and minion, who apparently single-handedly managed to put our relationship with systems back by about six months. Thanks, biatches. Now that group thinks we want to trash their work and start over, even though they’ve just finished dedicating three months to us. They’re just starting to calm down, but it’ll take even more soothing to get them to start freaking out. Thanks a bunch. And I hate you both.
Sierra Indigo are you referring to that “My Clean PC” garbage ? I’ve been seeing a ton of ads for that.
Why must you open the dishwasher after I turn it on, and you never put the dishes away? There Is a green light lit ON the DISHWASHER when it’s done, for CLEAN and SANITIZED. STOP IT NOW. Leave the fucking thing ALONE.
I could go for some icecream sandwiches. First world problems, I has them.
Is there a general trend lately for women to call each other “honey” and “sweetie” or are these bitches just trying to piss me off? You don’t even know me, love, and you’re coming off rude as hell, sugarbuns.
anya marie - no, this was a cold call from someone in India, pretending to call from Microsoft Certified Technical Support. I don’t actually know exactly how the call would have gone if they were allowed to get all the way through their spiel, but they all work pretty much the same. You get a call saying that they’ve detected a problem with your PC, then they offer “free” technical support and ask you to go download some remote access software or something equally stupid, then they “find” more problems and offer more software to help fix your PC, and lo and behold this new software costs something like $60 or $100 and requires a credit card subscription. Something along those lines.
I got another “final call” regarding my credit cards today (we have a couple hundred dollars in credit card debt - we are not the people in financial trouble you’re looking for), and a call yesterday regarding our mortgage (which is fairly low, at a very low interest rate, and doing just fine, thank you). It might be nice to shake things up with a call from “Microsoft Support,” since we have all Apple products in the house. They’d be batting 0 for 3.
I’ve always been irked by everything turning pink for October…as I’ve said before, I don’t need pink appliances, pink clothing, pink jewelry, pink golf clubs, pink candles, pink air fresheners, or anything else that has pink paint/decals all over it. Oh, but trying being the horrible person who admits they don’t want the pink goods! I’ve had sales associates get a bit huffy on several occasions just because I inquired about the availability of the same product in other colors. (And no, I didn’t ask them to “check in the back”…this happened at chain stores with the ability to check for product availability at other area locations.)
I despise pink October. I despise obsessive breast cancer awareness. I think we’re all perfectly aware of breast cancer by now, thankyouverymuch. How’s about some awareness of more certain-deadly cancers like pancreatic? How’s about some awareness of more common cancers like melanoma or lung cancer? (Oh wait, I forgot, if you get either one of those two it’s your fault for smoking/going out in the sun. :rolleyes:) How’s about some ovarian or testicular cancer awareness?
Let’s be honest, if boobs weren’t a secondary sex organ, no one would care about breast cancer.
That’s my name, and I work for a financial institution. You can imagine the comments and jokes I get. Might have been funny the first time, but after about the 15th it gets real old.
My grandmother is in a snit because she didn’t get a personal phone call when my niece was born. My mom called the whole family, each household got one phone call. Not Mom’s fault that my aunt that Gran lives with answered the phone instead. Gran was standing right there while Aunt was talking to Mom. Gran heard the whole conversation. Mom was trying to contain my 3-year-old niece while making the calls, so she didn’t have much time to talk to anyone. But Gran’s got her nose all bent out of joint, I guess she wanted an engraved invitation to view the birth or something.
Haha.. no, that was the other niece. Should’ve specified… need to go to bed… I’d say Gran would be justifiably pissed if no one called her until the kid was 3.
Don’t get me wrong, we’ve come a long, long way since the days when the words “breast cancer” weren’t said aloud and everyone would automatically look at you like you had the plague and were a pale excuse for a woman if you had the big C in your Bs, but wow. There are other health problems that women can have (heart disease is both huge and majorly underdiagnosed), not to mention other terrible cancers that we don’t have decent PR campaigns and/or diagnostic methods for.
And I swear, if I ever have to suffer with breast cancer, I will burn anything pink (assuming no one does something obnoxious like dye a rabbit pink) that anyone gives me, or auction it off, or something. Fuck pink. Not everything pink is automatically great.
Damn dentist–last cleaning I was in for I told them I had a pain in the jaw, dentist looked at 2.5 yr old xrays (I am on the xray every 3 yrs schedule even though insurance pays for every year) and determined it was me just clenching my jaw at nite and that I needed a mouth guard at nite. ok, so let’s go for preapproval from insurance they said I would probably ahve to pay half. I get letter from insurance telling me my part of payment would be about $160. Dentist call me and says I was approved and my part would be $450, I have been going to them for 16 yrs where all they have to do is clean my teeth. I said I couldn’t afford that cause I didn’t want to argue and really couldn’t afford $160 at the time, then they called back a few weeks later and now dentist says he will give me a “discount” and it would only be $350, again I said no way cause I don’t want to argue. Well now pain in jaw is worsening alot, so now I have to deal with either dentist or go to regular doctor.
I know this is my own fault for not getting guard at time, but dentist should have taken a new xray to find out if it really is just me clenching my teeth while sleeping. I also don’t like arguing about money.
Well, the good news is I found the book, and the better news is I didn’t have to lose the one I just started to do so.
It had found a really *sneaky *hiding place. I have a mission-style recliner. The book had managed to wedge itself between the wood frame of the sides and the cushions forming the seat and back. The dust jacket is similar in color to the predominant color of the fabric covering the cushions, *plus *it was under the “ledge” formed by the wooden arm of the chair. Between the camouflage and the covering, it was so well hidden you had to be looking at the correct angle to see that it wasn’t a shadow/part of the cushion.
Now if I could just find a reasonably priced source of the corded Logitech Trackman trackballs, I’d lay in a large stock and be a happy camper. I’d be even happier if they reversed their decision and started making them again.
By the way, I am so glad it’s not just me about the pink thing. I was trying to explain to my 7 year old daughter this weekend why she doesn’t want to buy a pink bracelet for ‘awareness.’ (If it were going to research, I would be less annoyed).
My rant: I twisted my ankle. Can’t really walk or drive far. My house is a disaster area (since my inability to tidy apparently means no one else can step up). Got frustrated last night and started to clean which of course made it worse and now I am going to be crippled up for longer.
I want a rabid pink AK47. It’s about the only thing in rabid pink that I’d be willing to sport.
Fuchsia is a decent color; it’s even cooler since I discovered that the Spanish pronunciation sounds to American ears like “fucks ya”. Salmon, ok. Rabid pink, Barbie pink, princess pink, baby pink… EWWWWWW!
Mind you, when my mother first told me about me pulling all the pink-ribboned lace off my cradle as soon as I was able to reach it, I asked “and you were still trying to get me to like pink 14 years later? ”
There are photos of some awesome pink Hello Kitty paint job on some model of gun. I don’t even like guns, but I’d love that, if only for the cognitive dissonance.
I’d say Gran would be justifiably pissed if no one called her until the kid was 3.
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