Actually I’m talking about the opposite, not codeine with added acetaminophen but acetaminophen with a tiny amount of added codeine.
I’m sure it’s different for many people but as a long time migraine sufferer I found that the small amount of added codeine made a significant difference to the effectiveness.
So, X and mother of my child used to be, as far as I knew, an agnostic and atheist sympathizer. I wasn’t every very impressed because she seemed to take that stance without much thought but whatever.
Since I am an atheist and have no intention of having any kind of religious discussion with my child until he can understand it, and I assumed that his mother wouldn’t either.
Well, he was spending the day with my parents on Monday, and when they sat down for lunch he told them they had to wait to pray before they eat. Um, not sure where the hell that came from, I suspected maybe it was a particular one of her friends that son calls “Aunt”.
Yesterday afternoon, we were eating lunch and talking about cheese. Because that’s what 3 year-olds like to talk about, y’know? All of a sudden he asks “Who is Jesus?” The fuck did that come from??
So I asked his mom who is teaching him this…and apparently she is. I guess it’s a part of her latest iteration of herself. Goddammit.
So I informed her that he’s to young to understand anything about religion, and if she was going to teach him what she now believes, then I have no choice but to tell him what I believe.
I think I’m going to believe that Jesus rides a unicorn that farts rainbows. I’d love to see the look on her face when he pulls out that gem before a meal.
Hell, I can’t wait for the child to paint a picture of that. 
(Even though everyone knows that Jesus rides a rainbow-farting velociraptor.)
Of course, it probably already exists online.
Fuck cancer indeed. Sorry for your loss.
Jesus Christ, that’s awesome.
Maybe the clowns who designed the roof racks on the latest iteration of Subaru Outbacks could have maybe, I dunno, tried using them before they unleashed them on the public? In the name of aerodynamics, Subaru decided to make a roof rack with crossbars that hinge to the sides when you’re not using them. So there are * no * side pieces to tie rope to. Well, you can just tie the rope to the crossbars, right? Well, no, because the rope wraps around the hinged pieces and gets caught so it can’t be tightened and you can’t reach in there to untie the knots.
And, just to make sure that Subaru owners understand that this wasn’t incompetence but sheer malevolence, they also eliminated any sort of tow ring under the front bumper where you could tie down your cargo. The only available tie down is a piece of sharpish sheet metal under the front license plate.
You could maybe accept this level of uselessness in a Prius, but a Subaru is supposed to be used to carry things. Watch any Subaru commercial and you’ll see people toting bikes and kayaks on top of their cars, probably using the magic of CGI.
For the next roof rack design, I think Subaru’s engineers should be forced to tie a crate containing their nearest and dearest relation to the roof in two minutes flat, at the end of which time a ravening polar bear will be released. And if some sharp piece of sheet metal happens to cut the rope – well, that’s too bad for granny, isn’t it?
Really, it shouldn’t be that hard to get a sheet of 4x8 plywood home.
I don’t really have the words, so apologies for any incoherence, but my older brother with a birth defect in his skull which has so far resulted in between five and ten major brain surgeries (so sue me, you lose track around seven), went to the doctor with a headache yesterday, and ended up in hospital overnight.
Hey, you fucking heartless bitch who lives with him, since you didn’t bother your own arse to visit him, how about you could have picked up the phone, or fucking FACEBOOKED to at least alert us, his family to the fact he had been hospitalised, awaiting an MRI scan?
And now you’re on facebook asking US how he is? Pick up the phone or go visit him, we would have no news at all if it was left up to you. Oh, and 14 year old nephew, don’t think you’re off the hook on this one either. You knew he was in hospital - and only mentioned that to my mum/your gran about five minutes into the phone call, when she called to ask to speak to him.
And I hate me, for my mind going there and hoping he’s updated his will to remove these leeches, as he will quite possibly be undergoing yet another brain surgery tomorrow or in the next few days, and they’ve shown no care or empathy for him at all. I’ll be positive and say he WILL come through this, and then we’ll help fuck their fucking bags for them.
WTF?! The new version of Firefox seems to have really screwed with things. All the words in the posts are in bold black and really big, but the date/time stamp and other stuff at the top is normal.
Hey, don’t go impugning my voracity.
Sounds like your zoom is screwed up. Ctrl+ to zoom in, Ctrl- to zoom out, Ctrl0 (zero) to reset to default.
We were supposed to get some idea on the job thing by the end of last week, but definitely by today at the latest.
Today came and went. Not a fucking word. Not even “I’m sorry, we’ll have to get this done when I come back from vacation.”
Now she’s on vacation for two weeks.
I’m really fucking irritated, but I can’t say anything.
Some migraine formulas are aspirin/acetaminophen plus caffiene. In fact sometimes migraines can be suppressed with “chronic low doses of caffiene.”
Have you ever done a spreadsheet for him with all his little expenditures all added up? Most people find that to be a very eye-opening experience - “I’m spending $400 per month on COFFEE?!?” Or maybe you could do what they always do on budget shows on tv - give him a set amount of cash to spend each week, and when that’s gone, he’s done spending.
My friend swore by that - she’d take two extra-strength tylenol (I think it was), have a cup of tea, and eat a good chunk of chocolate whenever she got a bad headache.
Forgot my rant - when we bought a POS (point-and-shoot) Nikon camera, we didn’t realize we were getting a POS (pile of shit) camera. It’s about to go into the shop for the same problem for the third time in 16 months tonight - the lens won’t go in and out. The last time we had this problem fixed was about a week ago - I really like my repairs to last a little longer than that!
That’s a Nikon Coolpix camera -I wouldn’t advise wasting your money on one.
How can someone be suffering from heat exhaustion and not sweat? I couldn’t figure out why I’ve felt so goddamn crummy for the whole past week until today. To save electricity I usually run my air conditioner on just cool enough, but today I accidentally turned it to super-high just before taking a nap. I woke up shivering cold, but felt better than I have in days.
I didn’t get the promotion, and today marked the seasonal debut of squash bugs in my garden.
I’m taking a few minutes to breath. The door is closed and I have a cat on my lap. So far, everything has been going great, but very, very busy. Good busy, with friends and good friends and loved ones.
Bill is totally in his element, he loves planning, but he loves it even better when his plan is working. Bill is also great with people, I know that a lot of the people on his guest list are business contacts, but he makes them feel as welcome as if they were the only people he cared about coming to the wedding. He is also treating my wedding party and guests the same way.
The cats are upstairs in the rescue room with the doors closed. We don’t want our guests to worry about accidently letting a cat out. Buttercup is beside herself with joy when she hears the doorbell, but is so well mannered that we don’t have to worry about her jumping on people.
So, everything is a go and hopefully I’ll be to busy having fun in Hawaii to post here 
I do have a rant: This morning, Bill (who has refused to see me in my poofy white dress, to the point that our practice dance involved me wearing my ballroom gown) said that he thinks that we should sleep separate tonight, so we can pretend that tomorrow night would be something new.
I believed him. :smack: I thought he was serious. :smack::smack::smack: (In my defense, he looked and sounded very serious) He says the deer in the headlights look on my face while I was trying to find a nice way to say “Have you lost your mind?” was priceless and he’s been chuckling about it all day.
Chimera, I hope the reason you didn’t hear anything is because the lady on vacation thought that you knew that you were the ringer, so of course you got it.
Have a wonderful day, flatlined, and I hope you thoroughly enjoy your time in Hawaii!!
That’s right, flatlined, have a very great day. You are going to come here and post a running commentary, right?
Hey, that deer in the headlights look really is hysterical!
