Problem is the goat felchers are spoofing the sent address, and Outlook only blacklists where it thinks the email came from, not the 32568 zombies tha actualy send the spam
All of these groups are going to be amongst the first up against the wall when the revolution comes if I have my way (also people who say they will come and then don’t).
Well, heck. This means that I’m going to have to wash the windows in the big door so I can take good pics. When I open the door, Spike wakes up and gives me a blurry, sleepy look with water dripping down his face.
I do think that Spike would drown in the rain, by looking up to see where the water is coming from. The good thing about having a dumber than a box of rocks cat is that he doesn’t try to figure out how to get into the cabinets with child proof latches. Smart cats can figure that out in time.
The bad part is that if I take the cover off the litter box and leave the cover on the floor while I’m carrying the box out to wash…Spike will squeeze himself into the cover and pee on the floor.
Patience, try cold compresses and benadryl. Your goal here is vascular constriction.
This is going to sound racist, but if that had happened to me, I would have assumed that they had come to the wrong place due to language problems. Yelling would have happened before the phone call. STOP, STOP, ALTO, ALTO!!! I’m glad they came to the right house and were doing the right work.
There are some times when I won’t RSVP. Gift grabs come to mind. If an ex-coworker that I haven’t heard from for over 7 years sends me a generic invite to a baby-shower including links to her registry, I just delete it. If that same ex-coworker had sent me a written invitation, I would have called with regrets. I felt no shame about not sending a gift, but did get a scathing email a few weeks after the shower. Deleted again.
OTOH, if it was an invite from someone who had been to my home or who I honestly liked, I would have replied promptly and honestly. “Yes, I can and will be there, thank you for inviting me, what can I bring?” Or “Geeze, I have other plans, I’m sorry to miss the fun. Thank you for inviting me.” Its not that hard.
Its been a long and hot day, I hope I don’t sound all churlish.
ummmm…wrong thread…did I mention that it was a long and hot day?
flatlined, that was my first thought- that they were in the wrong place. If they had been in the process of taking down the bushes I would have stopped them. Since the bushes were already gone, I just made the call. Turns out the guy renting the “mother in law” house next door had been promising to do the work for weeks as part of his rent, but just got around to it today. So the friends I’m housesitting for couldn’t have given me notice; they didn’t know.
I am so lonely. I miss flutewiz so much. I want to just give it all up and move to Tennessee - but his apartment isn’t big enough for all my cats - let alone all my stuff. It’s so hard to get a job where he is that he’s only working part time. The chances of me being able to get a job are slim.
Let this be a warning to all - do not find love online. I wasn’t looking for love, but I found it
Usually I agree with everything you say, but the bolded part is what I disagree about. Life is hard and short. I feel that if you find love, that is a good thing. I’m sad and lonely too. My sweety is far away and tomorrow I’m going to go to the parade and BBQ alone. Well, not really alone, I’ll be with with friends, but I’ll go to sleep alone and wake up alone. It does suck. However, just like you, I know that I’m loved. That means a lot to me.
I don’t know what flutewiz does for a living, but I do know that you are a wonderful vet tech. There are lots of animals in Tennessee, can you rewrite your resume to mention that you know about large critters? Can you study up on that? Can you use your wonderful communication skills to start trying to find a job? Just brainstorming here.
Oh what fun. Glad today is a holiday and I don’t have to get up at 5:20am.
Got to sleep around midnight, woke up at 1am to a neighbor screaming “somebody help me!” over and over. Walk over to the front door and listen. He’s trying to get out of his apartment and is wrestling with his drunken girlfriend at the door, because she won’t let him leave. I poked my head out the door just long enough to see which apartment and what was going on. I see her basically blocking the door with one arm on the door and one arm holding him. He’s screaming for help over and over, telling her to let him go. No real fighting, no injuries. Someone else pokes their head out and asks what is going on, saying they’ve already called the police. She says he has mental health issues, is off his meds and she’s not letting him leave. He claims she’s lying, but then says he’s fine and doesn’t need his meds. Oh great, I’m NOT stepping into that one!
I call 911, they say they already have lots of help on the way. About five minutes later, approximately six cops show up.
The police calmly and quietly (!) walk up, ask what is going on and then interview each of them separately. I open the door, an officer approaches me, asks if he can step inside (sure) and we talk briefly about what I saw and heard.
They find that she’s lived there about 6 months while he just moved in this last weekend. She now doesn’t want him to come back inside, so they ask him if he has somewhere else to go. He says he’ll go to his parents house. They escort him out (no cuffs, no threats, no touching him) and the whole thing is over.
All in all, an awesome job by our city cops. The disturbance ended the moment they showed up as they were so calm and quiet about the whole thing that unless you were right there listening at your door (as I was), you wouldn’t have even known they were there.
As for my neighbors, I hope this is the end of that relationship. Not a good sign when he’s only lived here a couple of days and they’ve already had this kind of issue with pretty much ALL of their neighbors calling 911.
I have “severe” carpal tunnel syndrome in both hands. Due to this, I don’t have the grip strength necessary to be a vet tech anymore. My hands now have this annoying habit of letting go of things with no instructions from me. That’s bad enough carrying a soda (I carry everything two handed now, in case one decides to stop working) but it could be dangerous if it happens while I’m restraining an animal.
I’m to the point where surgery might or might not restore function. It would definitely ease the pain and numbness. But since I don’'t have insurance I can’t get the surgery.
Well hopefully within 2 years Obamacare can provide you some affordable insurance.
Recent conversation at work:
Me: get up from chair. Head towards end of room, where the restrooms are
Coworker: “oh, Nava, do you have a minute?”
Me: “sure, in a moment”
Coworker: “it will just be a minute!”
Me: “yes, but can I pee first?”
Coworker: “:o uh, yes. Sorry!”
I’ve heard the same coworker have similar conversations with at least three other people. It’s like he can’t connect “heading towards restrooms” with “may need to perform untransferable activity”.
So… as I may have mentioned here once or twice, my (now former) husband flung me out of the house over two years ago, when I was pregnant with his child, and has refused to have anything to do with us since. Oh, and he moved his girlfriend into my/our house and had knocked her up too within weeks of flinging me out.
Yet, when I make it public on facebook that I am now “in a relationship” with the guy I’ve been dating for over a month, somehow that’s bad and wrong and I should’ve kept it quiet? It’s been TWO YEARS!!! I’m divorced! He’s long since moved on, why the hell am I not supposed to?
That’s when I would pull out my classic, sarcastic, ‘good to know.’
What a jerk!
Congrats on the new relationship, BTW. Hope things keep looking up.
Exactly. How freakin’ hard is it to say “Aw man, I already have plans that day. Thanks for the invite though.” Or if you already RSVP’d to the FB Event simply change it to “Decline.” Or to click “Accept” or “Decline” for that matter. Or to drive across town, walk into my backyard and enjoy some bevvies and munchies.
I had a feeling that very few people would actually show up due to it being the long weekend so I had just the right amount of food. Then my mother-in-law showed up with a ton more food (without asking me) that ended up going to waste.
All I know is that I’m going be thinking long and hard about any invites I get to other people’s things now.
Who is giving you a hard time over this? It doesn’t really sound like it’s anyone’s business. 
Thank you!
Oh, he was. I could get all devils-advocate and say he had his reasons, and we’re both happier apart, but when it comes to abandoning his daughter, he totally is.
My family. They’re worried the ex could use it against me, if he ever did show an interest and want to try for custody. Access isn’t an issue, if he wants to meet her, he can, several of his family have, but we’re worried he uses the threat of going for custody when it comes to our financial negotiations*.
Presumably they’re worried he’d portray me as the stereo-typical single mother traipsing a stream of “uncles” in and out of her life, even though in reality she’s not met my new man yet, and won’t until I’m happy things are going somewhere.
(*for some messed up Scottish/English law reason we haven’t completed the financial split, even though the divorce is through)
Turn the cover over on its side. Spike won’t have anything to squeeze underneath. Worst thing he can do is pee into the side of the litter box cover.
Which I suppose will simply drain onto the floor. 
But the BEST thing that he can do is get disoriented and hold it until you’ve got the litter box assembled and ready for use again. 
Unless you are a supermodel, or built like a supermodel, don’t wear Daisy Dukes. Please. I’m begging you.
Thank you.
Sorry, Hermette, but if there’s a chance your ex might be able to use it against you, I’d stay mum about relationships on Facebook. No, it’s not fair, but the world is not fair - you probably know that by now. 
{Makes another note in the “File of Things I’m Going to Wear to Piss Other People Off When I’m Old and Wrinkly.”}
I dunno, I gotta vote the other way. It’s been two years, and he shacked up with someone else immediately.
Go live your life, Hermette. You have every right to have your own relationships and the people in your life that say ‘no’ need to stfu and stay out of it.
I would totally agree with you if not for the idea that her ex might use it against her. I just wouldn’t take that chance.