Got a friend request on FB from someone from my hometown, a few mutual friends, but I don’t recall who she is. A quick look at her profile shows she’s into a CBD MLM. Ugh, no thanks. At least she was upfront about it.
CBD MLM? What does that stand for? 
Sorry.
CBD - Cannabidiol oil.
MLM - multi level marketing.
It’s the MLM that is the objectional part. CBD is just the scam of the day.
There was a time when we lived in an apartment with outside community mail boxes. After living there a few weeks, one of the neighbors warned us about a possible problem with getting the mail. There was this cat that would lurk in the tree branches over the mailboxes and then jump down on people once they were in the middle of getting their mail. It didn’t scratch, it would just startle people - deliberately.
The description of the cat was suspiciously familiar, so we staked out the mailboxes. Yup. It was our cat.
And then there are the Visa gift cards. They are designed so that whoever sells them makes money off every one of them. I recently was gifted with one. In reading the instructions (yes there was a page of instructions), I noticed that you could not use it if your purchase was over the limit. As in, you could not use it to pay the amount of the card and use some other method to pay the balance. Your purchase has to be at or below the limit. Mine was for $25. I took it to Target and shopped around, adding and deleting items until I thought I was close. I did pretty well - $23.98. Now I have $1.02 on the card. Most people probably throw them away at that point, but I’ll carry it around and someday buy a piece of fruit or a candy bar. Still, most people probably use them once and let the balance go. Good deal for the seller. Oh, and they also charged the buyer $3.95 just for the privilege of buying it.
I thought it might be something kinky. I am severely disappoint.
I nearly wrecked last week because I almost didn’t see the dumb sonofabitch who was careening down the highway in his black car in the early dawn during a downpour with no headlights.
I like to think this is the reason I’ve had so many sideswipe near-misses on the interstates lately…people get used to driving a car that has some form of blind spot sensors, then forget how to check their blind spots when they’re in a sensorless car.
Rant 1 (TMI): I chafed my lady bits. No really, I’m training for a half marathon and as a result of my butt getting tighter, my underwear is getting looser, which means rubbing, which means chafed lady bits. I’ve been walking bowlegged for the last 12 hours and I need to run again tonight and I’m not looking forward to it.
Rant 2 (also TMI): Dear husband, please stop motorboating my breasts when I’m trying to read before bed. No, really, having you nudge my book out of the way with your head to grab my breasts and motorboat them every motherfucking, goddamn night isn’t actually funny. It really pisses me off and my reaction is not “cute,” it’s actual murderous rage and I want to beat you to death with a blunt object. This has seriously been going on for YEARS. I’ve said something about it and been met with a hurt, “But I don’t get to touch you during the day.” Just hold me for Pete’s sake and leave my tits alone unless you want to get it on.
Rant 3: I hate, hate, hate that my kids have late-start Wednesdays for teachers “professional development” even if the school has JUST had a three-day weekend, particularly when that three-day weekend is not something that the rest of the world gets off. Can you not do professional development on President’s Day? I know, I know…teachers work really hard for little money. And I agree that that’s shitty. However, it also seems really illogical. I’m sure there’s some sort of contractual obligation, but jesus - so fucking annoying.
Seems like that book he nudged out of his way would be a decent choice for bludgeoning him.
*had to look up motorboating in urban dictionary - probably 'cause I ain’t got no cleavage atall.
He wants to get it on.
But I didn’t come here to say that. I came here to note that I finally had to hook up that third monitor to my computer at work. Goddamnit, I don’t want to be that productive.
You and me both.
Just this afternoon, I’ve gotten eight “Apple Support” robo calls, where the spiel starts when my outgoing message does, so no way am I going to understand most of it. And they’re so desperate to find out if mine is a live number that they end their pitch with “To speak to an Apple Support Specialist, press 1; if you’d like to hang up, press 2.” :rolleyes:
I’m home sick with vertigo, trying to nap. Can’t even get up and make it to the phone … if I could, I’d yank it out of the wall.
slumtrimpet and panache45, you are welcome to some of mine. I’ve got plenty to spare.
And Dag Otto, I’m struggling with a dislike of being productive, too.
As a side note, I’ve noticed that the way the universe works, every time I take a day of PTO during a workweek after having been unfortunately productive, someone gets sick or there’s a snow day. The whole point of me taking a day when everyone is working and at school is to decompress and get away from them.
Tomorrow I was going to take the day off because two weeks ago when I attempted to take the day off to do stuff and meet my husband for lunch (it was his birthday), my daughter had a fever so I couldn’t send her to school, I also developed a fever, then after crawling out of bed to make my husband a birthday cake and joining him in a piece, I promptly vomited all of it up. (I was the only one who barfed; apparently the guys in my family are both fever and barf proof.) Needless to say that his birthday and my day off didn’t quite go as planned.
Anyway, since my earlier attempt at getting things done was such a bust, I decided to do a do-over tomorrow. At the beginning of the week it was forecast to be sunny and in the mid-40s. Now we’re under a winter weather advisory and the chances of the kids going to school and my husband going to work are dwindling by the minute.
The only thing worse than getting old is the alternative.
I managed to injure my knee back at the start of summer, while teaching the kids how to take the bus to the library. It still hurts. I’ve been in physical therapy since August. My doctor X-rayed it and said it looks like I have a little arthritis, but nothing else obvious. But I hurt every day, and going up and down stairs is particularly unpleasant - but I have to do it a half dozen times a day anyway.
I had knee replacement surgery two years ago. The pain was significantly reduced for about 9-10 months, then started increasing. Now, going up and down stairs, it hurts almost as much as it did before the surgery. I saw the surgeon about this. He examined my knee, looked at the new x-rays and proclaimed everything a-ok. I said “But what about the pain?” He said to take Tylenol. :rolleyes:
Sometimes I wonder if the alternative is really worse.
Asshole tried to scam me with a ‘cashier’s check’ for my guitar yesterday. I was born during the day, but not yesterday. Fuck right off. Another one asked me to drop it off at his office to look at later because he’s just too busy. :rolleyes:
This weather is freaking me out. It is winter in Michigan. It is supposed to be snowy and cold. What is going on with this weird rain and warm days. I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit. It’s not that I prefer the snow but it’s like preferring foods to be the temperature they are supposed to be. This weather is not the way it supposed to be!
Fuck this Real ID bullshit. Per North Carolina’s DMV, I’m going to have to update my social security card because it doesn’t show my full name, only my first and last (and middle initial).
I have to get a new license because I didn’t check the ticky box for the little gold star when I renewed my license last year. :smack: