I’m all :eek::eek::eek: at your concert Zsofia. People sometimes die in hot crowds like that.
Trust me, I am so NOT missing SG at all! But thank you everyone for the compliments.
I’m dieing over here 
Do you mind if I copy your post and share it at work?
Signed,
County worker who works around, not with our Clerk of the Court.
I’m glad you’re free of him, but damn, I miss those stories. Have you heard anything about him since his most recent boss made him move?
Not a lot. I know that he’s still working in Sedona, but that he had moved into a trailor park lower down.
I just had a WTF moment. I put out the cat trap last night. Didn’t catch him (A young intact black male) and being the lazy person I am, I just left the trap open and didn’t take the bait away. I just caught a Raven. A big black MOUTHY bird. I heard him saying very bad words from the other side of my home.
When I opened the trap, he just stalked out and glared at me and said some more bad words before he stalked to the other side of the table, so offended that the air got cooler because of his dislain.
Two words: shape changer
“Hey, you’re the idiot who walked into the trap.”
I really don’t necessarily get the disdain for people taking a baby to a movie - I mean, I wouldn’t just because I’d expect that one to be particularly loud, but honestly, does it matter to a baby what time of night it is? And as long as if it gets fussy somebody removes it, why should it matter? Frankly, when they’re little, they’re like noisy houseplants - honestly it’s a lot easier to take them out then than after they get all mobile and shit. As long as I don’t hear it, or only hear it for a split second before it gets hustled out, I see no problem with parents taking a tiny baby out to the movies. Hell, when I was that age I’d sleep through my mom’s choir practice like a boss.
I fucking need a compass in my car since I don’t have a smart phone or GPS. I got turned around, believed the road signs that told me I was headed East (I was actually going West) and didn’t hit another tar crossroads for 12 miles. Something which absolutely astonished me and I would have thought impossible in southern Minnesota.
Oh well, I was out for a drive anyways. I would have been less bothered if I’d had some um, ‘entertainment’ (of a sorts).
That’s the problem though…a lot of the time the parents just let the baby shriek, or it takes them several minutes to decide to exit the theater.
Feel free!
Ah, another admiral. We call Mom “the admiral” because she gives herself a medal at least once a meal… she’s even managed to do it while having a napkin stuck into her neckline.
This weekend I realized what my phobia is. I’ve lived with it for years, but yeah I just clued in on the exact nature of it. Falling, for those curious. It explains a LOT now that I’ve put my finger on it and I manage to contain it pretty well and am able to overcome or ignore it as long as I don’t push it, but…
What does my son do? Promptly freak me out with it.
See we went to Drumheller and wandered the hoodoos. Lots of people scrambling nearby (off behind the hoodoos) and I can deal to an extent but my son went up one side where I specifically told him not to go and stopped for me to take a picture then started to come down the side where I can see it isn’t a safe point to come down, and if he falls it’s about 9 feet up and excellent bone breaking place. I couldn’t look, he made it down safe (after someone else got in on it and told him to go another way) but this is the second time this summer he’s freaked me out. He’s fearless! Maybe I need to find a nice flat prairie walk or forest trail to wander. I don’t know if my nerves can deal with it, though I like interesting landscapes.
Cut it out kid! Or at least wait until you are old enough I don’t have to stand and watch you break your neck because I can’t react in time! I need to take him and get him into a climbing class or something, one emphasizing doing it SAFELY.
I’m totally out of money. And food. I have a few things that require ingredients I don’t have (like muffin mix that wants milk, but no milk), but other than that, I’m down to condiments. And my account is drained. And my car has about a quarter tank of gas. And I have an appointment with my therapist (who doesn’t require co-pay every session as long as I do eventually pay her, thank goodness) an hour from my house tomorrow and an appointment with my doctor, who is also a ways away and does require co-pay right up front, on Thursday. And I’m nearly out of meds. I’ll be paid on Friday, but it will be a depressingly small amount and it will all go directly to my landlord. Oh, and I’ve also just run out of dog food and human shampoo.
So… I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m a bit fucked, here.
I do have a gift card for PetCo, so I’ll be able to get dog food tomorrow. And human food… I mean, I can do without in a pinch, I guess. Is it okay to wash my hair with regular soap? I guess I’ll find out.
Ugh… I just remembered I have an ipod and could probably sell it. The idea of doing that makes me want to cry. I mean… it’s just a thing. And I know it’s stupid, but it actually means a lot to me. But it is just a thing. And it won’t kill me to get rid of it. Medication and rent are more important. But… god, that sucks.
Ravens and crows not only remember faces and hold a grudge, but they will bitch about you to OTHER ravens until you’re hated by the whole local branch of the species. Good luck!
I have a friend whose experience with her baby was similar. No one mentions the infants who are quiet in the movie theater because no one notices them.
Here’s hoping you find a twenty, blowing along the sidewalk. As an aside, most mixes, like the muffin mix, can be made with water instead of milk. It’s even possible to leave out eggs, if the mix calls for them. Doing a mix without eggs may change the texture a bit, but swapping out the milk will probably have no noticable effect.
I walk into Arby’s, order a roast beast sandwich and hand the cashier a coupon for a free Orange Cream Shake with the purchase of a sandwich.
She asks “Do you want Chocolate or Vanilla?”
:smack:
Several months ago I injured my ankle doing a kickboxing class I wasn’t fit enough to endure. So after a long exercise break I’m like, ''Fine. This time around, for like three months, I’m not going to do anything but walk." So as to avoid injury.
Went for a walk today. 19 minutes. My goddamn ankle hurts.
I KNEW IT! I also suspect that they tell their friends to come hang out and screech outside my bedroom window early in the mornings.
olives, my regular exercise is long walks, and my foot is hurting again, for no apparent reason. I feel your pain (except a little further down my leg). 
I am soooo screwed!!! Ravens and crows are really smart birds.
So maybe it was a shapeshifter…because I trapped the black boy and he had 3 balls:eek:
I don’t usually grope the cats I trap. I go by appearance. Fat cheeks and stinks worse than a skunk? Tell the vet its a male. Fat belly or constantly yowling? Tell the vet its a female.
This stray is very nice. When I put my hand on the side of the trap, he rubbed on the bars. I figured it was safe enough to put him in in a cage and we were both good with that. While he was in the cage, he had enough room to lift his tail and confuse me. His appearance was that of a male, but was she an inheat female? I groped him and it sure felt like balls in each sack. I told the vet tech and she instantly had kitty out of the carrier, to look and feel him up.
My vet said that it appears as though kitty had 3 working testicles. Vet has them in a jar because they were so odd. He also gave me the vetting free because he now has something to show to his fellow vets.
See, shit like this is why I’m pro-choice. Even pro-abortion. 