I forgot the other part of the screaming kids rant - they had some little girls over to visit the other day. I got out of garage and it sounded like someone was being killed across the street - I went and looked, and it was just the visiting little girls. I know we’ve gone over that subject before - seriously, when they get going, it really does sound like bloody murder is going on.
Roaches, y’all. Roaches. They’ve breached the barricades, and I can’t get rid of them. I guess it’s time to pack the kids away to Grandma’s for the weekend, and bring in an exterminator.
And Grandma totally deserves to have the kids for the weekend, because she brought the roaches into my house, thanks to not cleaning the raised dog feeder after borrowing it for her ailing doggy. Eggs in the little crannies where the non-skid feet plug in. Yuck. O. Rama.
Pro programming tip: If you’re making a change to the code that’s only supposed to apply to California, it helps if you actually include an “If California” test before your new code.
Second pro programming tip: If you’re making a change to the code that’s only supposed to apply to California, test your changes with both California and non-California accounts to make sure your update hasn’t screwed up the other 49 states. Testing with only California accounts is not sufficient.
Now we have to implement an off-cycle release, just to fix this problem.
Tried all diet mountain dew today instead of a mix. Getting sugar withdrawal headache already.
Why oh why don’t people take their shopping carts(trolleys) back to the store or in the corrals, why leave them in the middle of other parking spots or in the parking lots? Lazy sods. (I believe there is a separate rant about this )
No noise laws where you are? Over here you are not to start up noisy machinery before 7.30. Have you talked to him about it Psycho?
& looking forward to your pics flatlined. 
I saw two cops on bicycles the other day. ON THE SIDEWALK. Which is againss the law. :mad:
Complaint filed about five minutes ago with Extended Stay America corporate.
Today between 4:50pm and 5pm CST, I turned right from Pilot Knob Rd onto Yankee Doodle and came up behind one of your courtesy vans driving 30mph in the right late (of 3 lanes). This is a 45mph zone. When I got a chance, I went around him. After passing him, I threw up my arms as if saying “what the hell, man?”. I did not make any gestures. Your driver then proceeded to follow me 2 blocks through 3 turns into the parking lot of the Rainbow Foods grocery store, then as I was walking into the store, drive very slowly past me giving me the evil eye. He pulled over and parked in the no-parking zone by the exit to the store. While I was in the store, a Community Service (police) officer pulled up near him. While I did not see them speaking (I was busy shopping), I did see that they left simultaneously.
To summarize;
1> Your driver was driving 15mph below the speed limit just past the single busiest non-highway intersection in the county.
2> When passed, your driver followed that person several blocks out of his way and then drove past that person in a threatening manner.
3> I do not know if he called or spoke to the police, but the timing is rather suspicious. If he did so, then he’s a fucking moron.
Your driver’s actions were verging on road rage. Not only were they highly inappropriate, but dangerously stupid. If anything, I probably would have been the one to be justified calling the police and reporting his actions as a threat. If you decide to continue employing this person as a courtesy driver, you need to educate him on observing and obeying the proper speed limits and discipline him for inappropriately following someone who was simply driving the actual speed limit and passed him without real incident.
That irritates the hell out of me! The neighborhood pool is across the street from my house…certainly not by choice! The house was purchased long before the pool was built, and in any case the developer’s plans for the neighborhood showed the pool located quite a distance away from where it is now. The kids over there SCRREEEEEEECCH so loud that you can hear it clearly in the back of the house. Just like you, I thought someone had been seriously injured the first few times I heard it. The pool also lacks a lifeguard or manager, and most of the ‘supervising’ adults are wasted by the middle of Saturday afternoon…they often get louder than the kids. One of the neighborhood’s planned July 4th activities was supposed to be a children’s parade…it ended up being a bunch of kids riding their bikes in circles up and down the street while a handful of wasted adults staggered behind them.
Well, the corrected amount for the sewer bill DID NOT come out of our bank account. This time, instead of calling, we went in person. The very nice customer service lady there pulled up our account, and saw that the first rep we spoke to on the phone did not take all the wrong credits off of our account, and also did not notate our account as to what she had or had not done. :smack: VNCS lady called the other customer while we waited to make sure no additional check payments were sent with the wrong account on them, then gave us her card and told us to call her personally if for some reason it was not correct next month. So, hopefully this is resolved. Finally.
Sometimes I wonder if he minds that we often party unil the wee hours, with an amp on 11.
I am really sick and fucking tired of anti-vaxxers insulting people with autism. They aren’t damaged. They aren’t a tragedy. They aren’t broken. They’re people just like everyone else. Those of you who live with them and don’t see that should give them up for adoption to people who will.
Wanna hear a great way to not get a tip? Have the cab arrive an hour late and start the usual stream of meaningless conversation with “So how are we doing today, aside from a little late?”
I don’t know if it was his fault or his dispatch’s fault, but that was not an opening line to make me smile.
GAH. Three-part rant:
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Small is teething. She’s only three months old - I thought we had at least another month before this kicked in. And she’s having a really terrible time. Yesterday evening she was in bits. The only thing that helped was the tail end of a tube of Calgel (lidocaine for teething) that a friend passed on.
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Calgel isn’t available in Ireland. Up North, sure; down here, nononono. This happens a fair bit - drug companies can’t be arsed going through all the licensing process for such a small market - but still, GAH.
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When I rang the pharmacy to check that it still wasn’t available here, he said no and suggested either Bonjela, which isn’t recommended because of the hypothetical risk of Reye’s syndrome, or some homeopathic whatsit. I told him why I don’t do homeopathic whatsits (it’s just sugar, I’ve already got that in the house) and he suggested that I try it anyway because ‘it works for some people and it can’t do any harm’.
This is a PHARMACIST. I don’t mind friends recommending homeopathy, because they’re not medical professionals and because I know it does have a placebo effect if you believe in it. But a pharmacist? Recommending it twice, even after I’ve told him why I’ve got no time for it?
I’m open to plenty of stuff that hasn’t been proven to work. What I’m not open to is stuff that’s been proven NOT to work.
Teething at 3 months old? Holy crap!
I didn’t have any teeth until I was a year old, TheKid cut her first tooth at 10 months old.
Wet/freeze a plush washcloth and let her gnaw on it. It’s not Orajel/Calgel, but it does help.
Oh, yes. The only local compounding pharmacy has a huge homeopathic section and booklets about various forms of woo. I only went there to pick up my cat’s prescription and I hope to never darken that door again–I felt stupider just being in the place.
Rant: Four years divorced and lately I miss my crazy ex-husband a lot. I don’t miss the crazy part–I miss the finishing each other’s sentences, being able to work on a project together easily, and having the shared memories. Lately it’s really getting me down. I have limited prospects in my area for dating, and zero time or money for it either. I am sad.
There’s a ceiling fan in the office that’s rattling and it’s driving me goddamn crazy. A number of my coworkers are on vacation so it’s quiet in here which makes the rattle seem extra loud. I’m tempted to call it a “health & safety issue” and go home before I go batshit insane.
I think I’d have to move - it turns out that my tolerance for screeching is getting lower each passing year.
Look on the bright side: a lot of older people get deafer. 
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