Pet peeve of the day: Attention, Facebook friends. If you strongly agree with something and you want to voice that agreement in a way which conveys your enthusiasm, it’s “Hear, hear”. If you’re calling a dog, it’s. “Here, here”.
Dear Today Show,
The fact that your little scavenger hunt envelope has been found is not “Breaking News.” I mean, seriously?
A friend was rushed to the hospital with diverticulitis a few days ago. Had surgery yesterday and appears to be in good spirits, if not infusing some comments with dark humor. He’ll have a colostomy bag for (hopefully) no more than 6 months. It sucks, but he seems to be dealing with it fairly well.
What really annoys me is when a “friend” (I use the term loosely, seeing as how we talk once a month, and it’s mainly so he can get attention) messages me, asking about my weekend. I mention that I am going to a party on Friday night, but then I’m not sure about the rest of the weekend, because one of my good friends was rushed to the hospital and had emergency surgery. A normal person might ask follow-up questions such as “What’s wrong?” or “Is he okay now?”
But, instead, I’m asked if the Friday night party is a pool party, who is catering it, who the bartenders are, etc. I then get to hear about his busy social calendar for the weekend. Who does that?!?
Nope - we just had someone else’s cat for the afternoon, and now the local Humane Society probably has it (we took it to a vet clinic). I was comparing getting a biting bug in the house to getting someone else’s cat in your house.
It drives me crazy when otherwise sane people get high and mighty about how eeeeevil food is at fast food chains.
Today on facebook, a friend commented that he, after many years of not eating fast food, got a McGriddle for breakfast and all he could taste was chemicals, and it just reinforced his feeling that fast food is not real food.
It made sense to me; the fake maple syrup flavoring they use on that product totally tastes like chemical, manufactured flavor. But, I pointed out that other products are pretty much the same as you would get from home, and are not like the chemical, artificially flavored item he got. Egg, english muffin, american cheese . . . pretty straightforward and unadulterated.
Other people have replied along the lines of “last time I ate at McDonalds I got sick,” “that shit is poision,” “just wait until you get the shits in an hour” . . . I hate that. Do they realize how stupid they sound. Explain to me how an egg mcmuffin is not real food? Explain to me how an egg mcmuffin is functionally any different than the greasy-spoon diner food that you are willing to eat without complaint.
What is it about McDonalds that turns otherwise scientifically-minded people into health-nut-sheeple?
Eonwe, you might like this article about “food shaming.”
There is also a more general phenomenon, which I call “at least I don’t…” People use this thought tactic to minimize their own shortcomings and to make themselves feel superior to at least some other people.
I may eat a little junk food now and then but at least I don’t eat at McDonald’s.
I may be overweight, but at least I’m not as fat as that person.
I may have to get girls tipsy to go to bed with me, but at least I don’t give them roofies (sp?).
You get the idea. Maybe it would be fun to start a thread in MPSIMS to get other examples.
This is horrible! I have little filter and not much tolerance for bullshit. My much-tempered response would be something along the lines of, “Suzie, why are you being so negative and unsupportive? We are supposed to be encouraging and uplifting Lucy on her weight loss journey. Are you aware of how hurtful and unkind your statements sound?”
My first reaction was, “Stop being such a fucking bitch to your sister! Why are you so concerned with tearing her down?”
My BFF of 20+ years just got let go from her job yesterday. She’s out of FMLA so they fired her. She has been dealing with chronic / intermittent migraines for months. They are so bad that sometimes the only thing she can do is go to the ER and ask for IV drugs, which raises huge red flags and they give her shit every single time she goes in, even though it’s the same hospital where she sees her neurologist and all of this shit is properly documented. She’s had all kind of tests done and there’s a “spot” on her left temporal lobe but they don’t know what it is. She’s 34 and is going to have to file for disability, SNAP, TANF, etc. so she can pay the bills for herself and her daughter. Just not fucking fair!
Have I mentioned that there’s a cat under my house? we’re guessing it climbed into the open space around the bathtub while the siding was off of that wall. The new siding was completely installed last Sunday.
There’s an access hole in a closet that’s really hard to get through. My son tried using it to crawl under the house, but it runs and hides. It won’t come out through the access port, even if there’s food above and even if people stay away from it for hours with the back door open (not my idea). It will eat food put under the house.
I bought a trap and my son set it up, but it can get food from the trap without springing it. Son is now in Phoenix, so I’m trying to keep things going. I have bad knees, so I couldn’t kneel down and reach down far enough to reset the trap (the trigger is easy, but resetting the spring door is complicated). I asked my DIL to pull the trap up, so that I could reset it, and it wouldn’t fit back up the hole. We both had to go to work, so we pushed it back down and put food in it without resetting it.
There’s an opening to under the house near the water heater in the basement. I’m going to try luring to cat into the basement and into the trap. First we’ll have to get the trap out of the crawl space, but I think it can be collapsed a bit to help that. I’m really glad that we found out how hard it is to remove before we had a cat in it. I don’t even want to think about that. Here’s hoping the cat doesn’t spend a whole week under my floor.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
It’ll be the first birthday I face without my Other Shoe.
Purple, I know it’s not worth too much but do know there’s a whole lot of Dopers who will be thinking of you and sending our care to you tomorrow. Your day will be a difficult one but you are strong and we’re all pulling for you.
Thanks. I have plans with friends so it’s not like I’ll be sitting alone on the couch crying into my whiskey** but thank you. Some of you invisible friends may want to save up your internet hugz for his birthday, his deathday, and our anniversary (in that order) though …
** Much.
Oh, and there was an armed break-in/robbery the other night about a two-minute walk from my apt. and I have purchased additional locks for my door and have moved from half-assedly considering the possibility of eventually maybe thinking about buying a gun to trying to settle on what caliber, because that lazy half-assed notion has just been fast tracked.
If you went back in time a decade and told then-me that in ten years I’d be reading & writing in code, widowed, and about to purchase a handgun, I would have laughed myself sick and quite possibly peed myself. None of those things are “me” and yet they’re all a major factor in my daily existence now.
Ah! I’d rather the cat … 
Aw hon I am so sorry for your loss. Happy bittersweet birthday. My late mom’s birthday is on Sunday and it sucks.
My youngest daughter is three. She’s outgrown all diaper sizes! :eek: We are resorting to emergency weekend potty training and cloth diapers.
Pull-ups go to pretty large sizes, so do check those out. (Says the mom of a 90th percentile boy who I think is potty trained now, at 6.)
(((purplehorseshoe)))
I’m glad you are going to be with friends. Maybe buy some special kitteh treats to give them. Making my cats happy tends to make me happy when I’m having a hard time.
I’m so sorry.
Backs slowly away from last sentence with fingers firmly in ears shouting, “La la la I can’t hear you!” We thought nearly four was late with our first. But she was tiny and barely made it to size four diapers.
We haven’t put him in diapers since he was 4, actually. We’ve cleaned up an awful lot of accidents, though. Nothing like getting a call from school and having to race over there, then getting stuck in the after-school car line imagining your little boy sitting in his own waste waiting for you.
Don’t let her find out about Depends[sup]TM[/sup], or she’ll get the idea she doesn’t need to bother…
Also, hugs to purplehorseshoe. Hang in there, lady.
My husband has a bad knee. Its because he wore them out working in the field.
He’s been hobbling around for a week now and finally went to his doctor. Who gave him some samples of some sort of homeopathic cream to rub on it.:smack:
He used it and when I asked him about it, he said that anything was better than a knee replacement and who knows, it might just help.:smack::smack::smack:
I swear, the man is smart and well educated. We make fun of woo stuff, and he’s always thought that homeopathic remedies were woo stuff, but his DOCTOR gave it to him, so it must be good. There aren’t enough head slaps for this.
Maybe the placebo effect will happen. I do want him to be out of pain, so if rubbing something on his knee makes him feel better, I’ll go out and buy him more.
Is this how people fall down the woo rabbit hole?
(And yes, he really does need a knee replacement, but after his heart surgery…he’s rather unwilling to go under the knife again.)