I’m in rural Ohio for my daughter wedding. My suit got rumpled on the flight.
No problem I’ll have the hotel send it to the cleaners.
Stuff my suit into the bag they provide and drop at the front desk. Guy has no clue what I was dropping off.
So this AM I stop by the desk to check. It seems their was an accident and the city cut the power to the cleaners.
Now my suit is really rumpled and the next nearest cleaners is 20+ miles away.
I’d like to take the kids tonight to see Shakespeare in the Park. It’s a free outdoor, family-type festival where you can come and go as necessary and everyone sits on the grass and has a picnic while the play is going on. However, every year there are more and more douchebags who bring their entire fucking living rooms with them and plunk them smack dab in the seating section that is supposed to be dedicated solely to those people who don’t have big-ass lawn chairs. You know, so we can see and all.
Last year I sat in the area where there were lots of people who just had blankets or towels spread on the ground, only to have a whole damn family park their sorry asses in front of me, set up four lawn chairs and three folding tables and a huge wheeled cooler which doubled as a foot stool. Really? The play is two fucking hours long. I imagine that it probably took you longer to pack all that shit and haul it up the goddamn hill than it will to watch the actual play. And then you have to plunk it all down in the damn blanket section so those of us who don’t bring our living rooms with us can’t see? Assholes.
And, yes, I’m bitching about something that hasn’t even happened yet. I’m just that cranky.
Me too. We’re about to be bombarded with calls from our friends to go see American English in our downtown area tonight. I am in my sweats and so is my husband. We are IN FOR THE NIGHT. All of you KNOW we don’t want to go deal with the crowds, deal with the heat, and deal with you idiots getting drunk and arguing. WHY must you keep harping on it? You harped on it at the bar, you are harping on it in texts, and you will soon begin calling my cell, my husband’s cell, and our home phone asking why we aren’t coming out. I HATE THE BEATLES. You all KNOW THIS!! My husand HATES CROWDS! I HATE CROWDS! Don’t EVEN start - I’m ready to just take the phones off the hook. All of 'em.
Og damnit!! Stupid filthy goat felching bastard offspring off syphilitic druids and malicious old crones who trucked with demons to beget spammers!!
Somebody hacked my brother’s old AOL email and is using it to send spam. My brother who died in December.
I opened my email and got sucker punched when I saw his name, helpfully highlighted by my email program as being from someone important.
Fuck!
That’s freakin’ horrible. 
My rant is petty in comparison: hey Center for Auto Safety…my Jeep is “the most dangerous vehicle on the road”??? Kiss my ass!
Link…warning, video auto-plays.
I’m so sorry this happened to you. But WOW! Great Rant. I’m saving this one.
Got to admit Mom does some awesome rants.
And yes those spammers need to die.
Hey former-husband, it would be nice of you to let me know directly that our daughter is about to become a big sister again, rather than have one of our few remaining mutual friends tell me that you’re shopping for a double buggy on ebay.
But then, I only officially found out about her little half-brother when you sent his six-month portrait in her first birthday card, so why am I surprised about anything?
BTW your Father’s Day card is going to be late. But y’know, seeing as you’ve still not met her, I really don’t give a shit. I’m mainly sending it to annoy your girlfriend and remind her that I bore your legitimate kid first.
It’s my fault we were off to a late start today. My sinuses have been stupid all week with a mild headache after the edge of the big one wore off, so I slept in. I got us going to get things so I could plant the garden intending to be home by noon so we could eat lunch and work outside.
Instead it’s mid afternoon and I just offloaded everything from the car and I still didn’t get everything I wanted because I had to drag people along and go three extra places.
And I’m all bitchy about it to people because I got hungry. I’m seriously wondering about my blood sugar because when I get hungry I get bitchy (not always but it doesn’t help). So now I have to go prep stuff for supper and I STILL haven’t set one fucking foot in the garden and this is the only fucking day this week that’s been remotely nice enough to do so. I want my garden in. I want flowers, I want veggies to grow an I want everyone to FUCK OFF allow me to do what needs doing without fucking commentary or getting in my way.
Is that too god damn much to ask?
And I know now why I’m so cranky. I’m PMSing too. Rar.
{Gets long stick, slides large amounts of chocolate towards Flutterby.} 
leaps on the chocolate like the ravening beast she is right now
Thanks. Rant done, velociraptor ran through the sprinkler in the back with a buddy, I have flowers in my front garden and enough extra to do a pot for the balcony and waiting for pasta to cool for salad for supper. I think I’m even keel again.
I getting sad, I have diabetes that was being controlled by 1 medication and trying to watch what I eat (for 6 months). Sadly that is not the case right now. Whether it is added stress at work or the surgery I had to have and the subsequent medication from that, my glucose is out of whack. Eatig very little starch and bready stuff and still over 200. I feel like a failure.
the books out there on controling with diet are very confusing, one advocates a vegan diet that has you eat some fruit for breakfast and nothing else. a cup of beans spread between lunch and dinner along with veggies. Seriously? even eating a lot of fruit will not keep me until lunch time and I thought that you had to mix beans with a grain to make a whole protein?
Another book advocates eliminating all wheat, corn, rice, potatoes etc but you can have all of the meat you want with your veggies and a limited amount of fruit
Another book says no fruit, lots of meat.
yet another says pasta is differnt so it is ok just no white bread.
I take a whole slew of suppliments that are supposed to help but I feel like crap, I don’t know what to eat and without bread/starch I don’t ever feel full.
I will call my doctor on Monday for her to adjust my medication but I feel like a failure.
You should ask yoyr doc for a referral to a nutritionist- very common to see one on first being diagnosed, in fact.
Thanks, I have seen one. I was following thier guidelines but it isn’t working now. Basically I was told to eat the bready/starchy stuff but spread it out all day long, 4to 5 servings of carbs at each meal and 1-2 servings in a snack. Eat all of the non starchy vegtables I want and all of the lean protein.
God damnit Canadian banks!
I’ve been supportive haven’t I? I’ve said nice things about you and your services and I really don’t think I deserve what you did to me last week.
We sold our house last year and set the closing date for June 15th as our mortgage renewed on that date and thus there were no fees to pay. Closing date was kind of irrelevant as we sold to a developer and are renting our house back from them for a couple of years until they’re ready to tear it down.
Friday was the closing date and since I’m a planner like that, the 2nd deposit cheque for our new house comes out of my chequing account on Wednesday. See how I left myself a couple of days in case there was an issue? Well apparently I didn’t plan for this one.
Did you know that due to fraud Certified cheques aren’t? Bank drafts are not and a lawyers trust account is considered no more secure than Bob next door writing you a cheque. In fact, according to my bank, there is no way to not have a 5 day hold put on any cheque no matter what. I can’t go to the issuing bank and cash the cheque because I don’t have an account there. I can’t go to my bank and deposit the cheque because certified cheques aren’t really. Oh and my please let me salvage this situation thought - the fact that it was a cheque coming out? Apparently that doesn’t help. Even though I’m waiting 5 days to have the funds I deposited they’ll happily bounce the cheque that’s trying to come out the second it shows up. Sorry no delays can’t do that.
Luckily the developer who is building my new house has agreed to wait a couple days before depositing the cheque but what a frustrating hair pulling out 2 fucking hours in the bank for what was supposed to be a 5 minute errand.
So now I’m fine, it’s worked out, but what about other real estate transactions. Our last purchase we sold our existing home and bought this one the same day. The funds cleared from the sale and we were able to put the proceeds towards the downpayment for the purchased property all in the same day. IIRC we were dealing with 3 different banks that day with no issues like this. Apparently it’s been a long 5 years
Time to demand payment in cash
Or gold bars.
Bill sent me a rock. A very carefully packaged rock, all wrapped in bubble wrap so it wouldn’t get damaged. I send him kitty treats, books and awesome coffee…and he sends me a rock.
Its a very nice rock, to be sure. Pretty colors and stripes. I know that he was thinking of me when he picked it out of the dirt, then handed it to the borrowed secretary to mail it to me. That’s nice, I appreciate knowing that he thinks of me. But…a rock? When I’m going to be moving and am trying to get rid of stuff…he sends me a rock.
I’ll just put it on my nightstand so I will see it when I wake up. To remind myself that he loves me and thinks about me. Or to maybe have something to throw at him when he wakes me up before dawn. (not that I would be able to hit him without my glasses…but its a nice fantasy)
It smells like rain. The weather map says that its storming all around. No water here, goshdarnit.
I am watching the Bio channel, something about celebrity ghost encounters or some such nonsense. I admit, it is because of being too lazy to rummage around for the remote or go manually change channels.
Dudes - if you feel a whomp, or hear a huge boom, you ever stop to think it is exploding head syndrome? If you feel pressed to the mattress and having trouble moving, it might be sleep paralysis? That you think there is some sort of apparition or stuff moving around it might be hypnogogic hallucinations?
Why does everything have to be a ghost or demon? :dubious::rolleyes: