The joke is on me. We run our shuttle on Sat from 4-8 pm and 10pm-2 am. Well on Sat the time changes at 2 am back to 1 am so we get to drive an extra hour.:smack:
At irk of course. About to head to the Pubic store and see if I can procure something for lunch. And some pomegranates. Yay! Pomegranates are back in season.
Happy Toosday!
I slept until 8. then fell back asleep until 11.
I need some food.
2Gig - some decisions are hard to make. I thought you were too nice the first time around. Then again I’m kind of a bitch, the older I get the less tolerance I have for bad behavior. Watching what my friend goes through with her spoiled, entitled, brat of a junkie daughter, if they had cracked down on the spoiled brat sooner they may not being going through all this crap now. I swear if I hear my friend moan one more time about how they were so good to her and gave her everything she wanted so how can she have done this and why doesn’t she respect them I think I will smack my friend. That’s exactly why she is the way she is, she never had to face consequences, she never had boundaries or restrictions - so now they have a junkie daughter sitting in a rehab, where she gets everything done for her, and eats organic food prepared by chefs, and works out in a gym every morning, and gets to have horse back riding therapy, and her bed is made, and her clothes are washed, and she doesn’t have a single responsibility other than to work on her self created problem at the cost of $1000/day - or more. No thought or cares about the baby she brought into the world after purposely getting pregnant, knowing she was addicted to drugs and the poor baby had to spend the first month of her life going through the painful process of being weaned off drugs.
Or my nieces ex-bf who was actually stealing the food stamps, that were meant to feed his children, so he could buy drugs. He would let his children starve and be homeless because of his selfish needs.
Well, nobody opened his mouth and shoved those pills in. Nobody grabbed her arm and shot her up. They made conscientious decisions to do what they did and now everybody else around them is suffering the consequences and paying for it, and then I get told they can’t help it and we are supposed to feel sorry for them.
Well, really! When do I get to go sit in a spa for 30 days, and have my meals cooked, and get massages, and ride horses at somebody else’s expense, when will the government pay me to feed my kid, or pay for my housing?
I am so sick of people making excuses and letting other people off and not holding them accountable for their actions.
At 20 he is too damn old to be committing acts of vandalism, that is what punk ass teenagers do, not adults. At 20 he is too young to be drinking, and an unlocked door is not an invitation. As a midshipman he is to be held to a higher standard and he made that choice. I doubt anybody picked him up, deposited him at the academy and made that choice for him. He knew the rules when he signed up for them, he choose that path and he needs to live up to it.
Then again, I’m a bitch - so probably not the person to take advice from.
As one who rides a bike with much smaller contact area for the tires (but less speed, too) I know that wet & leaves might mean her next visit to a funeral home could be for you. :eek:
Remember, always follow the advice of Sgt. Phil!
{{{gotti and DH}}}
metal mouse, does your arachnophobia preclude your reading spidey’s posts? 
{{{taters}}} I think everyone who drives at some point will own a magnet for accidents caused by someone else. Mine was my last pickup, totaled not once, but twice. :eek:
It’s shaping up so that I may have time this afternoon to carve our department’s entry for the pumpkin contest. And I get paid to do this. 
Our dress up day is Thursday (a lot of our staff is on four day work weeks). I will be my usual irk persona: a witch. 
I think I’ll use the same costume for the bonfire Saturday night.
Howdy Y’all! I took off to go get shrunk by the shrink and now I’m home.
{{{Taters}}} hope it’s not too bad.
metal mouse the only sure way to make sure a spider is daid is to take off and nuke it from outer space.
'Tis dreary, rainy and just plain ick out. Glad to be home.
red, as long as I don’t think he has 8 legs, I’m good…
Hope the shrinkage wasn’t too extreme…
Well, that is possibly a bit extreme. I have gotten a bit better as I age, i can contemplate spiders outside with some equanimity and even if I see them in the house I do not run screaming into the night (I simply pick up a shoe and go RAT SMASH! on them). Even took a lovely closeup of a spider in it’s web on the Galapagos a couple of years ago (I could have done without his 600 cousins hanging in their webs among the trees along the route, though).
HOWEVER, sharing MY bathtub is a strick no-no for any animal, vegetable, or mineral except me and who/what I decide to bring to my bath.
I missed this this morning; however, I have a two word response:
Get OUT!!! :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:
Who has time to think about Halloween? I’m too busy wrapping Christmas presents.
What - too soon?
**Don **- you’re treading in dangerous territory there!!
Busy day at work but I was doing actual work, so yay! I had to fix up a drawing that needed some new dimensions and notes on it, and I had to create a new drawing of an assembly. All went pretty well until I was learning how to check in my drawing, and the computer got all weird. Even the IT guy didn’t know what happened, but he fixed it, so there’s that. With luck, tomorrow, I’ll get more drawings to work on.
Higgs woke around 2-ish - she had to PEE!!! We let her sleep with us, and it took a while, but she settled and snoozed. She’s been scratching like crazy - **FCD **gave her some Benedryl, and it’s finally kicked in. But we’ve got a vet’s appt on Monday, in case it doesn’t improve.
I was so tired, I slept right up to the alarm going off - usually I wake about 15 minutes before. But I got to work on time, so that’s good.
The remnants of Patricia are starting to dampen our area. It’s supposed to rain thru tomorrow night which means tomorrow’s commute will be a mess. ick. **FCD **still feels like crap and I’m just exhausted. Bed with Mel again tonight methinks.
**tugig **- IF the guy in question doesn’t get kicked out of the academy for his latest adventure, I think you should speak up. My Navy does *not *need officers like that.
Supper will be leftover soup for my sweetie and leftover sketty sauce on some sort of pasta for me. Easy peasy.
Where the heck did October go???
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Grumpy day today!
Petty stuff but still grumpy.
The bill collectors have started calling again even though I have a lawyer. Only now they are calling from a ‘private number’ so I can’t prove it’s them. I know who it is, the one woman has called so many times I recognize her voice.
I can’t block private numbers because sometimes irk calls come in that way. I missed an important irk call yesterday - and it cost me money - because I thought it was either the damn collectors or the scammers who keep calling to tell me I won a vacation.
Sometimes irk will call me when I’m offline because a client has requested to talk to me. So I lost that call and that pay.
The only good thing is that the scammers have my name and none of them can pronounce it, because you know it’s an Eastern European name that is pronounced exactly the way it is spelled and spelled exactly the way it is pronounced. Most people today are so illiterate they can’t figure it out. And for whatever reason they ask for Mrs. Mylastname and when I ask them which one - obviously they are calling for my mother, or an aunt, or cousin, because I am not a Mrs, and if I was I would have a different last name. Heaven knows that when one grows up with an Eastern European last name that one wants nothing more than to marry a ‘Smith’ or a ‘Jones’. Then they stumble over my first name because you know, they are illiterate and don’t recognize the alternate spelling, which as those of you who know me know the spelling is a perfectly legitimate version of the name.
Now I’m getting mail from bill collectors for people who don’t live here. I’ve accidentally opened a few because I didn’t look at the name. I’ve been here for over a year and while I used to get a piece of mail here and there for previous occupants, now I’m getting overrun with mail that is not mine. Not only from collectors but junk mail addressed to them as well.
I know it’s petty stuff but it’s damn annoying.
The dog had another seizure today, very mild, was over in seconds. I wasn’t even sure he was seizing.
Yeah, October is almost over and we know what that means - Hallmark Channel goes to all Christmas movies all the time. Not even good Christmas movies - oh no- they play the Barbara Cartland, Harliquin Romances of Christmas movies. If I wanted that much sap I’d plant maple trees.
The Justice Channel changed their lineup as well. The new lineup sucks.
Damn - I’m grumpy today!
Dindin has been ingested. ‘Twas nummerific and enough for both of us for N.O.L. tomorrow. Win-Win! I took some poke chops outta da freezer for tomorrow’s dindin. I’m thinkin’ sweet N.O.T. and flytrap’s favorite, succotash as sides.
{{{sari}}} just cause.
Don you slacker! I just finished addressin’ all my Valentine’s Day cards.
Well, I did. I cleared out of that tub in record time for a 62 year old fat man.
Yeah, but they were the cards for 1996…
I want cookies. Someone should get to my house right now with cookies. dammit.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I just got a call from my cousin. My double first cousin who was diagnosed wit myeloid leukemia September 11 is being moved into hospice. She is the oldest of the magnificent seven, the seven girls of my dad and his brother who was married to Mom’s sister and has always been another one of my sisters. This sucks.
{{{Red}}}
I think I’m done computerin’ for today. MWAH!
My cat makes her own decisions about whether or not to hang out with me while I’m in the tub/shower, and attempting to impose my wishes on her leads to Siamese howls of outrage and clawed doors.
sahirrnee, I agree with your comments on coddling the selfish types who can’t deal with reality except by poisoning themselves. When do those of us who can be responsible, contributing members of society get some of the goodies lavished on those who choose to indulge in “pleasure is all that matters”?
As for my day? Routine. Irk was normal, no problem customers and only one co-irker “problem”. He’s leaving for a better job. Tomorrow. He found out today that next job wants him to start tomorrow, and at my workplace (job training/experience program), it’s totally acceptable to “call in hired elsewhere” with less than 24 hours notice. Good for him (more hours/week with better hourly rate, plus a lot closer to where he lives), but we’ll miss him. Good guy.
Still coughing a little, and congested, plus my annoyingly usual tendency to have trouble sleeping the night before one of my marathon days (get up at 0400, out the door by 0540, at irk by 0730, off at 1430, in class from 1730-1930, MAYBE home BY 2100). Rib muscles also ache a bit from the coughing. At least I have tomorrow off, so plan to spend much quality time with my pillow tonight.
I’ll lend you my copy of the Grumpy Cat Christmas movie. 
which isn’t that impressive when it’s revealed you’re a 45 year old woman 
Yeah but I got my 1979 Christmas cards out a full week before Christmas last year.
{{{red}}}