Aw, Gus tis’ full of rants. bobkitty, here’s what I want you to do. When you lay down for bed, spend some time just relaxing and letting thoughts and random energy flow through your mind. Think about each thing in turn that is bugging you and whether or not that is really an issue (and why), or whether it’s just ‘one more thing’ in a pile of bugs. Somewhere in this pile, you’re going to find the big issues and probably find that you’re bothered by a lack of control over some things. If there is some emotion connected with it, allow yourself to feel that emotion! If that means even 5 seconds of tears, trust me, that recognition and brief emotional release will help.
Then stop, let it all go, and decide that you want to dream about it. Tell your body and your mind that you want to dream about it and remember those dreams. Then stop worrying about it, hand it over (like you’d hand it over to God if you’re a Christian), relax and sleep. It’s being handled, you don’t have to worry about it, relax, let go of it for the moment and sleep.
If you have any problems figuring out any really odd dreams, drop me a PM.
No worries until they put that program in place we had the same issues here so I understand completely. For 5 years my family doctor was over an hour away because after we moved I wasn’t taking the chance of letting him go. It was a bitch driving that far when you were already sick though.
She really does need to learn this lesson, and many more. At 21, she’s an adult in every way, and it sounds like she is still stuck at about 13.
I think Chimera’s advice is very good. Another thing that might be going on is that it isn’t one thing - it’s the five-hundredth thing. The things that bug you every day - it’s probably not the first time it’s bugged you. I’m sure that kid wasn’t the first one to ever block the end of the escalator. It’s a little thing, but the five-hundredth time it happens, you’re just fucking sick of it, and that’s only one of the multitude of things that can bug you. I’m starting to understand why old people get so cranky.
Having experienced a few days feeling like bobkitty states, I think this is as good of an explanation as any. Everything that’s pissing me off is trivial, but it’s the eighty-BILLIONTH time I’ve had to tolerate it, and for the love of Og why can you not stop fucking doing that?!?!
I like it, but can we put the apostrophe in the right place so it doesn’t make me stabby to look at the thread for the whole month? (It goes where you have dropped a letter in the contraction, so at the beginning of the word, not the end.)
I think you’re channelling me when I see people parked in the fire lane at the grocery store or just leaving their shopping carts blocking the aisles. Why? Why? Why do you people do that? Why don’t you understand that you’re not supposed to do that? Why wasn’t I raised by wolves so I could bobblehead my way through life and not ever think about anything I do?
My housemate’s piece of shit manipulative new ‘boyfriend’ just attempted to give notice on her behalf to our house agency without her knowledge, and against her wishes. He wants her to move in, you see, and she was unwilling to do it fast enough…
I didn’t like him much when I met him, but not my opinion’s running out of ‘lower’ to drop to. He needs a fucking psychiatrist, not a girlfriend. She’s been one of my best friends since school, but christ she has bad taste in men.
After I almost broke my neck running for the damn thing, my late husband drilled this into my head, and it’s my mantra, even for the GD cell phone.
Rant today-the man’s truck died horribly yesterday; it’s been on its last legs for months. So off we go to buy a new (used) truck at the dealer. Find a nice one, bargain for the price, it’s a CASH deal, and it still takes 3+ freakin’ hours to get it done. At one point the sales manager or one of the weasels claiming to be such, sidles up to me, as I stand quietly in the corner, and demands to know if it’s REALLY a cash deal. Gawd.
We’ve got these nice cotton cloths here. Soaking in ice water and Sea Breeze. Just rest one around the nape of your neck…and look, warm fresh baked brownies. And a nicely padded Adirondack chair in the shade. You can sit and watch the cloud formations…
I’m not sure whether to be pissed about this or relieved. No, actually, I’m pissed.
So, if you’ll remember, the last year has sucked for my 7-year old son. He’s been tested for everything from Asberger’s to ADD. Despite the fact that they didn’t find anything, the counselor keeps recommending additional testing because “there’s just something there.” So I drew the line. There will be no additional testing. At first I felt bad about making that call; however, something has put my mind at ease (other than our pediatrician and a family therapist saying, “Um, no - he’s just bored.”).
All the parents in his class have signed a petition requesting additional teachers and resources because apparently almost all the kids in his class had a run-in with the counselor and/or principal last year. It turns out that there were a huge number (more than half) of kids in his class whose parents were advised that their child might have ADD or Asberger’s because of behavior problems.
Apparently there weren’t enough teachers to manage all the kids they did have (including those who truly did have behavior problems, like the poor kid who routinely had meltdowns bad enough the classroom was evacuated) and their recourse was to recommend behavioral testing or to constantly call the parents if their kid said no to the teacher. We moved here because of the school district. It’s supposed to be the best in the city and county. I get that funding is tight. But holy fuck, you just gave the higher ups in school administration an enormous raise. And you’re cutting back more. When apparently you believe that more than half the kids in some of your classes have Asberger’s or ADD.
Are you fucking kidding me? Is this a typical method for schools to get funding? Wouldn’t something like this be completely counterproductive? I’m fucking livid. And sad. I wonder how many of these parents went to their doctors saying they needed testing for ADD. I really hope that some of these kids aren’t on unnecessary meds now, and I’m so glad we have a skeptical pediatrician who’s not all about getting kids on ritalin.
I’m so sorry your school is taking this tack with the children. And I’m happy that your son’s difficulties probably do not have an organic basis.
But for the love of all that is holy, it is AsPerger’s. I have no idea why so many people want to spell it with a B. The “sp” sound in the word is quite distinct when it is pronounced aloud.
Found more empty deli wrappers on the back of my car and paw prints which I’ll have to photograph and look up online. I’m betting they’re raccoon prints though. Wonder if the cops have a database for that - with mug shots. It’s funny to imagine but it’s a little scary when you think that there are only a couple ways these critters could be getting freshly sliced deli meats.
There are some home delivery services around here but as far as I know, they’re not supposed to leave groceries unless someone is at home. The service I use won’t do it. But even if they do, given the long days, unless people are getting very late deliveries, it means the raccoon are coming out in broad daylight to do these thefts.
The other possibility is that they have easy access to the interior of one of the houses nearby - probably my neighbor on the side where my driveway is. That’s not too surprising since it is one of the oldest houses on the street. I’m guessing it was built in the 1940’s or 50’s but it could have been much earlier. It’s been substantially modified if not gutted and rebuilt since then, possibly multiple times, but the original structure remains. Even so, something like deli cuts would have to be kept in a refrigerator so how are they getting to this w/o the occupants being aware. I guess the first option, a home delivery of groceries being raided makes the most sense. At least that’s what I’m hoping.
I had another visit on my attic surveillance cams from some raccoon. I tried to scare them off but they were unfazed by any noise I made so I put an ultrasonic noise maker up there. Much of the sound though is in the audible range and is quite painful. It’s industrial quality and I’m not sure why I didn’t use this before. I think I forgot just how powerful it is. I think I’ll keep that in place until fall and then take care of the attic fan opening.
Chimera, that was excellent advice. I had a few good cries, made my boyfriend lie still enough so that I could pass out on his chest which led to a lovely night sleep, and played some Everquest II. Went to a good friend’s house last night for some UFC fun (my sister trains with Germain de Randamie, so we had to be sure to watch!) and got a little snappy with one of the other guests (my boyfriend actually tucked himself up out of my way because he was convinced I was going to throw down on the other girl), but it was like water off a duck’s back- there and then gone. I might take you up on the dream interpretation though- for the most part I’m pretty literal when it comes to dream time, but GEEZ have I had some doozies recently.
’Toon, I’ll be right over!!
Speaking of the other guest last night, here’s my rant: Sweetie, you’re about 15 years younger than us, and we cut you a LOT of slack for that. You have some mental health issues, and you’re 3,000 miles away from your support system for the very first time, and we cut you SOME slack for that. However, that does not excuse you from behaving like you were raised by wolves. When you call a transgendered woman a transvestite, make jokes about her being a decepticon, and end your too-lengthy statement with “Him/her/it, whatever it is…” then I’m not going to be overly polite about taking offence. When I tell you to change the subject, NOW, don’t try to get in a few more comments. And I highly recommend you not trying to explain to me why you have so much respect for Jenny McCarthy and how I don’t know what I’m talking about because I don’t know her. You’re a dumbass child trying to argue autism and vaccines with a nurse, a therapist, and two near-retirement Marines who have extensive experience in chemical compositions and biological effects. Sit back and let the grownups talk.
Amusingly, her normally turn-a-blind-eye husband actually made the “frantic hand across the neck while mouthing NO” manoeuvre to her the SECOND time she tried to engage the group in a conversation about why it’s so wrong that a ‘transvestite’ is trying to fight ‘actual women’ in UFC. I’m sorry I missed that.
Also, everyone would appreciate it if you would stop pulling your pants down. We’ve seen your tattoos. We saw them the night we met you for the first time, when we also learned way more about your grooming habits than we really needed to. Just… stop.
God damn it, I hurt my back AGAIN. Stupid entertainment center weighs a RIDICULOUS amount, stupid garage has a ridiculously high sill under its door, and stupid Cheffie thinks his strength is as the strength of ten even though his heart isn’t pure.
Not a rant, but so funny that I’m laughing still laughing about it hours after watching it.
I was at a tire store, waiting for a flat to be repaired and a couple of teenagers were using a pick-up to move old tires to a pile. From what I could see by casually watching them, they got tired of unloading the tires one by one and got the bright idea to back up fast and hit the brakes.
Tires bounce and roll. All over the place. I know its wrong for me to be laughing about it, I did some pretty boneheaded stuff when I was that age, but the “HOLY SHIT!!!” expression on the one who was not driving the truck sets me off every time I think about it.
If someone leaves their pet door unsecured at night, the raccoons could be getting in that way. Plus, raccoons is smart. I wouldn’t put it past them to have learned how to open a fridge.
