I can’t tell if depression is kicking my ass a lot lately or if this is all normal. I am experiencing a wide range of emotions and I’m able to genuinely enjoy things but sometimes, seemingly out of the blue, I think about killing myself. The thoughts are always unwelcome and disturbing and definitely not serious. I can’t remember feeling happy and thinking about suicide like this before. I mean, seriously, what the heck brain!
Sort of related to that - I am not an interior designer. I’m an engineer. So when I was at the store looking at plants to make the building we just renovated a bit more homey, I was out of my depth to say the least. So, please, coworker, don’t remind me how bad a job I did. I fucking tried to step in and fill the gap, which is more than any of you do.
The Texas Observer has been updating Gay Marriage Arrives in Texas since Friday. The Republican County Clerk of Harris County initially announced that he was “waiting for guidance” from Austin. Later, a clerk announced that they were waiting for the new forms.
People were being married here by Friday afternoon. We already had that junkyard dog on the County payroll.
Well, crap. The 5-year-old has a pediatrician’s appointment in two hours, so of course, she managed to get completely scratched up while playing around with the dog. I think this is just a vision and hearing check, but Tony made the appointment - I hope it’s not a full checkup requiring shirt to be removed, or else we’re gonna get investigated by CPS! :eek:
Hurray for junkyard dogs! It was really a non-event at the courthouse.
OK, that’s wrong, it was a very big deal because they got married, but none of the staff so much as blinked an eye.
Someone did tell us that Abbott is going to call a special session to halt gay marriage, but I think that horse is already out of the barn, loaded up into a trailer and half way to the panhandle by now.
After the wedding, there was a small reception and the happy couple went to their room for a nap. The Best Man and I packed up the extra food, cake, champagne and their gifts and took everything to their house and put the food away. Then we short-sheeted their bed.
They specifically asked for no gifts, the BM and I were tasked with telling everyone that, but of course everyone brought a gift anyhow. They won’t need to buy another toaster or blender for the rest of their lives.
Lacunae Matata most doctors can tell the difference between animal scratches and human caused damage. Mine always have been able to.
And hooray, mazel tov, felicitations, and all good wishes to the happy couple!
Oh, they definitely look like animal scratches. I just worry, because it was the K9 that scratched her up - some pediatricians look on them as being just as dangerous as a gun in the house, even though (in this case,) the dog loves the girls and would never intentionally hurt them…
So I’m waiting for first class boarding* on my flight home this morning and they start boarding 3 very old people, two with walkers, who needed help getting on. Just as they called this out, this woman who had been standing at the front of where the boarding line will be lined up three(!) bags in a row right across the boarding ropes, and walked over near me. The oldest woman with a walker was first and she said something about the bags being in the way. The Evil Person just waved her hand and said “Just go on through” very snidely. In a somewhat more bass than normal but not particularly loud voice, I said “You need to move your bags so they can get through”.
She turns at me and snaps “I’ve been waiting here a long time!”
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She notices pretty much everyone in the area laser focused on her and quite a few looks that would kill insects and small animals. Me just standing there with my eyebrows raised like “oh?”
She walks over and moves the bags.
So if by chance the Asian woman at Gate E9 in Chicago at 10:45am this morning is reading this; I hope you finally got a clue in your tiny, nasty, evil little mind that this world is not about YOU.
And I even paid for it. First time in First Class!
Well, Lucy is gone. Mom took her in yesterday. The last time my mom cried was when my dad died. She is completely torn up, which makes me even sadder. Lucy was SUCH a good cat. I’m going to miss her bear paws and tiny meows. I must say, I appreciate all the strangers at the vet office who consoled her. They kinda freaked her out, though. She asked that I did not come with, and I was okay with that.
My other rant: So I was told on Saturday that I need to have a fistulagram, as we’re having access issues for dialysis. No problem, BUT I need advanced notice to take leave from work and it needs to be done at a specific hospital for it to be covered by my insurance.
No Problem!!
An hour later, the nurse comes up to me with a sheet, noting my surgery is scheduled for Monday (today) at a different location.
DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?!?!?!?!
Obviously, I did not go. They called me this morning, noting they called my insurance and confirmed I have to go to a specific hospital. And can I go there NOW? NO. I WORK. What are you not understanding?
It has been frustrating on so many different levels. I understand the vast majority of people on dialysis in center do not work. Even if I didn’t work, you got to give a person time to rearrange schedules! Damn!
Oh, and I’m supposed to lose a little weight. Okay, is the weight of my kidneys taken into consideration for YOUR plan? Why would we? Well, because the weight of these effers are 15% of my total body weight. They are? sigh
Thanks but that’s for the 3rd generation Priuses (or Prii). I have the 2gen.
Not so much a rant but odd design choices that make you go :dubious: are a few of Toyota’s changes between the 2G and 3G models. Hubby has a 3G (Prius V) so we compare a lot.
My car turns off the headlights automatically when I shut off the car. His doesn’t. In this new millenium, he actually has to turn off his headlights manually otherwise he’ll drain his accessory battery. Dumb.
I was able to turn off the idiotic backup beeper with an “easter egg” sequence like described in your link. But his car required a trip to the dealer to turn it off.
Why do I sometimes get the gallon of milk that smells bad after I buy it?
I get home, open it, smell it and it stinks! It can’t go bad the time it goes from the store to my fridge! I even use a cooler with that fake blue ice to carry it home.
Do they leave it on the shipping dock all day???
And sometimes I pour it into a glass and it’s lumpy!!
From now on, I buy it and open it to smell it. If it’s bad, I’m telling someone in the store.
My suspicion? Someone at your store isn’t too careful about reshelving random products that asshole shoppers just abandon on inappropriate shelves. But yeah - after you’ve bought it, and before you leave the store? Open it up and take a sniff. If it’s smelly or lumpy, exchange it right then and there!
I’m so sorry about Lucy. It always hurts when a beloved pet passes. At least she was able to go painlessly and with dignity.
Marine_One What type of milk are you buying? I’ve noticed that reduced fat milk goes bad faster than whole milk, but other than that, I’d suggest that you try buying it from a different store. Back when I lived in BFArizona, I never used an ice chest to bring milk home an hour away from the store and it never went bad on me.
Lacunae Matata and kayT they should have KNOWN better than to trust us with their house key, so its all their fault
So, I’m sitting at home playing Diablo 3, kicking some serious monster butt and I get a phone call. Its the Best Man. I answer the phone to the screams of my avatar dying and losing XP and equipment.
“Did you remember to put water back in the vases?” “No, I thought you did it.” “So that means it didn’t happen.”:smack: (we poured the water out before loading the flowers into the SUV in case something happened and they fell over.)
Hopefully, there is enough water left in the green sponge things the florist used to arrange the flowers to keep them from wilting until tomorrow because we left their key on the counter like they asked us to do.
Their bouquets are hanging upside down to dry, but the florist did a lovely job on short notice with the reception flowers and it would suck for them to go home to a bunch of wilted flowers.
Oops! (But honestly, back when I worked in the wedding industry, I warned every bride and groom that one thing was going to go wrong on their big day. One thing. So if the limo showed up late, or the groom had a spot on his tie, or the best man was visibly hung over? That was the one thing, which meant that it was time to relax. It was a total mind game, because obviously, many tiny little things could go wrong, but that tense bride or groom were so much more relaxed once they spotted the “one thing.”) So, wilted flowers as the “one thing?” That’s so much better than so many of the alternatives!
Also, I’m grumpy now. I took Girl 3.0 for her pediatrician’s appointment, feeling pretty good about being 15 minutes early. Except, of course, we were 15 minutes late, because Butthead told me the wrong time, even though I repeatedly asked him if he was absolutely positive about the time! At least they were able to reschedule me for first thing tomorrow morning. (And of course, the scrapes and bruises on Lily’s back will be that much more visible fifteen hours from now!)
Doing a half day of work from home today. Having - issues - from a late period. Once it was an hour past when I should have left the house, and I still need to feed and medicate myself and my animals, and haven’t hit the shower yet, well. Glad my boss is coo and I have a few things I can do from home right now.
MissTake, I hope your schedulers finally get it and cooperate, that’s beyond frustrating. Sorry about your kitty. I’ve said goodbye to a few of my own, and it doesn’t get any easier. Hope your mom will be OK.
I’m going to lay back down with a heating pad now.
I went to see a show yesterday. I was sitting outside before the show, and a lady sat near me and randomly started talking to me. It was okay when we were just talking about clothes and other stuff, but when she started going into great deal about various diarrhea episodes, I knew it was time to head inside to the show venue. Luckily she wasn’t also going to the show (she was waiting for the bus,) and didn’t seem insulted that I was leaving somewhat abruptly.
And during the show, why did the guy a few seats over from me choose one of the most emotionally moving songs in the show to very slowly and loudly unwrap a candy?? :mad: People like that can go straight to Hell!
Though really, the show was so incredibly good that it made up for having to suffer through some mild unpleasantness.
The Best Man and I packed up the extra food, cake, champagne and their gifts and took everything to their house and put the food away. Then we short-sheeted their bed.
