If your face is bleeding and your bedroom is not less than 30 feet away, I’d prefer that you not pass out on my couch. I know you’ve had a lot to drink, and (as usual) something major has happened leaving you distraught, but once again, your bedroom is less than 30 feet away.
Thank goodness I sprang for the “scotchgard-treatment” option when I bought the furniture.
Two days in a row I’ve gotten home, taken off my clothes and one of these little bastards decides to snack on me. If I could pick a superpower to have right now, it would be the power to cause instant death to any arthropod which gets within three feet of me.
Sorry, you have to stick with the superpower you were issued; the power to keep your clothes on.
Wait a minute, you’re not exactly using that one, are you?
My niece became the mommy to a couple of golden retriever puppies about six years ago (well, a year apart). She’s always been into personal physical fitness, and was constantly going on runs and hikes with them; first in Pasadena, and more recently in Montrose.
She got home from work yesterday and found both of them in terrible condition; one was having seizures, and the other very sluggish. She took them to the ER vet near the LA Zoo, and stayed with them several hours, while the staff tried to stabilize them.
They had to spend the night in ICU. At 11p.m. the six-year old passed away.
My niece went back in the morning and got some time to cuddle with the five-year old for a while, but she deteriorated (my niece said something about how the dog is “still not clotting”), and about seven hours ago, she had to make the decision to say goodbye.
She’s absolutely devastated. I never got to meet her doggies, but she is my favorite niece, and Michaela’s favorite cousin, so things aren’t too cheerful over here, either.
That’s awful. Did they get into some antifreeze or something?
Say whatever you like; I doubt it won’t be something I haven’t already thought.
[del] dedicated Internet stalkers[/del] fans of The Purplehorseshoe Show may recall that I wandered into these boards because I was seeking emotional and moral support while I was considering estranging myself from my parents and particularly my mother. Ultimately I did so for several years, while they fought hard the whole time to barrel back into my life. I only relented once Shoe was hospitalized; I just couldn’t fight that many battles.
I’m going to call them now. Sack up and get it over with, self.
Don’t know for sure. Antifreeze strikes me as pretty unlikely considering her living situation/housekeeping habits, but does it cause internal hemorrhaging the way D-Con rat poison would (that’s the only thing I can think of that would cause her to mention that her dog is “Still not clotting”)?
She did say it’s possible that they got into something either on their hike or over the weekend in the dog park (not sure where she hikes, but Griffith Park doesn’t seem inconsistent with her location). I’m not sure if a necropsy is planned.
ETA: I’m happy to hear you have someone to give you support; and who knows? when your parents do meet him they might just decide to re-estrange themselves.
I should be so lucky. I know, I know, I’m going to hell for that, they’re my parents and all and they do love me. But anyway, I like the way you think!
She straight-up asked me, “black or white?” and when I answered, she assumed that he is “not my intellectual equal” which made me think several things at once:
Oh, and a weird/funny/surreal moment: when I confirmed that New Guy is, in fact, black, her immediate response was a “congratulations” so coated in sarcastic tones it took me by surprise.
Bah. Oh well, it’s done and over with and he should be here soon after getting off work. 
I know he’s good for me, and good to me, and that’s all that counts. Plus, considering how much bullshit he puts up with from me, I guess he sees something in me, too.
I totally agree with Nava No dating Jersey Shore guys!!! You will clash so badly.
As to the dog and cat situation, I think you need to get the dog under control. I can’t give you advice about the dog training, but I’ll bet if you start a new thread about it, you will get some wonderful advice from people who do know how to break chase oriented dogs from chasing “prey animals”.
I have read several reports about this. Not with clueless passengers, but about cell phone drivers. When you are on the cell phone, the other person keeps talking and needing your attention. When you have a passenger who drives, they automatically stop talking when the driver needs to pay attention, which alerts the driver.
On those times that I’m a passenger on a bike, I’ve been told that I’m great at it because I automatically scan the road ahead and the driver can feel my knees tighten against their thighs when I see a possible hazard.
purplehorseshoe I’ve been one of the above mentioned stalkers, and I do remember that you were estranged from your parents for a long time. I always assumed that you had good reasons.
Judging someone by the color of their skin, and by their job in this economy sure confirms my opinion of them. There are people with Master’s degrees who are flipping hamburgers because that is the only job they can get.
Besides, does your mother understand that if all those retail people get “real” jobs, there will be nobody to keep the stores open so she can buy her depends? Good lord, not only is she bigoted, she is stupid.
Anyhow, tell us about him. Does he have that lovely blue black skin, or is he a beautiful chocolate brown? I’ve always wished my skin wasn’t china white, I have to put sunscreen on just to run out and get the mail.
Your new friend isn’t just the only one who thinks you are special and someone to value. I do as well. Choose to be happy.
My husband is 20 years older than me. People judge us by appearance all the time. They think I’m a trophy wife, but that is so not right. I didn’t marry him for his money, I married him because he is the best man in the world and I love him more than I can say.
Fuck with her, next time she pulls something like that, just tell her [especially if it is in a public place, and strangers hear her snarking over him. Bonus points if he is with you both] "Well, you know what they say about black men … it is definitely true with him. "
This is more confusion than ranting, but … my husband’s cousin is getting married in August and I am perusing the registries. They have include an enormous number of things, like three 8-person flatware sets (are they having 30 people over for dinner?) at Bed Bath and Beyond and then six 4-person flatware sets at Kohl’s (50 dinner guests??). Something like 20 bath towels on each, a $350 stand mixer on each, three stand mixers on one, and three knife sets. WTF?
Felt really sick at work and had to take a taxi home because I didn’t trust my insides to behave if I’d taken the subway and bus home. And there’s nowhere to rush off to a bathroom near the bus station because all the restaurants there only have bathrooms available to customers. I know that for some reason there’s widespread and vehement opposition, on this board and in real life, to people using bathrooms if they’re not buying anything, but sometimes I have to use the bathroom, dammit.
Though I’m usually good at holding it in. And I have less need to rush to bathrooms since I’ve quit drinking, so there is that.
Found out tonight that an old friend I was trying to get ahold of to wish a Happy Early Birthday to passed away last year 
& the mutual friend I need to call & break the news to isn’t picking up his phone… Crap & double crap.
Plus also, I’m getting sorta nervous about this tooth extraction business.
sigh
Horseshoe, your folks sound like my stepdad. But, I’m so glad you have made a new friend made of awesome!!
{{janis_and_c0}} Good luck with the tooth.
Thread started. Thank you.
purplehorseshoe, I’ve followed your story for the past year+ and think it’s absolutely wonderful that you have someone to care about/care about you. Would love to hear about him. Your parents seem to overstep their boundaries quite a lot. I’m a parent and I wouldn’t dream of making any judgements about my daughters’ chosen partners. My one and only concern is if their partners make them happy. Period.
Don’t let them harsh your mellow (as a friend of mine once told me)
I was called the trophy wife when the hubby and I got together. I thought it was a great joke, since he isn’t rich and I ain’t cute! 
I loves the way you think!
From what I understand, most people don’t expect everything on their registries to be bought, so they ask for duplicate stuff at different places. While I like registries because it gives me an idea about what they would want…when I see one like that…and its always a child of a friend…I just give a card with cash. That’s really all they want.
Grins with you. I don’t really think that I’m cute either, but many people don’t look at my face.
Anyhow, I think that you are needed here.
Especially since it would be no lie! OK, with that out of the way, I’d be very surprised if she was aware of or had ever even encountered that particular stereotype. Besides, she’s so sex-negative that even if she had, she’d probably think it was a bad thing. (Yes. I can hear some of you laughing.)
She and I are going to a thing tonight - some seminar she’s dragging me to about women in technology, which she thinks has something to do with my job and which I strongly suspect will simply be a boring waste of my time - and then she’s dropping me off at home. Which means there is a very strong chance that they’ll meet in person, assuming she’s willing to come in and do so. I was stressing like crazy about this yesterday evening, much to the chagrin/amusement of New Guy, who would concur with the peanut gallery here that I’m being flat-out ridiculous about my parents. I’m not stressed about that anymore, partially because I told myself I’m being ridiculous, but mostly because …
… he and I had a long, difficult talk late last night about what we want as a more long-term thing, and he, being part of a large, loving, and close-knit family** wants to start a family of his own, while I will give birth around the time the Devil opens a snowcone stand. It got to the point where he flat-out asked what I would do if “oops!” happened, wouldn’t I like to give our beautiful little mixed baby a chance, and I gave him a very long look and said, simply, “You would never know.”
Which is true. I could’ve lied and said I had an infection a long time ago that scarred my uterus and now I’m infertile. I could’ve hidden the BC pills I went back onto and said nothing and let him keep hoping and wishing and thinking maybe this time it’ll happen and then I’ll fall in love with our baby. If I’d done either of those things, I wouldn’t be sitting here half-convinced that juuuuust when I had started opening myself up emotionally to him it’s going to be over between us. But I didn’t - I’ve always been bluntly honest with thim - and the result may be The End just when I was starting to feel that it was important to have him in my life.
He was pretty devastated when he realized what I meant. Unfortunately at that point it was waaaaayyyy past my bedtime and I didn’t have the mental or physical strength to continue the conversation and besides, he straight-up said, “Okay. I have a lot of thinking to do now.” Now I’m at work and he’s at my home and I reallyREALLY wish we could talk in-person again before the whole meeting-my-mother thing, because if we’re going to do this I’d rather we be affectionate and present a unified front but now things between us are strained instead. I’ll call him on my lunch break but that’s just not the same thing, especially for long, difficult talks about stuff like this.
** Something I’ve only recently begun to understand actually exists IRL. I thought they were like unicorns and shit.
tl/dr: I went through a lot of angst re: New Guy vs. Bigot Parents and it may have been all for nothing.
ETA: flatlined, let’s see how this all shakes out, tonight and over the next couple of days while he does his thinking. If we stay together, I’ll happily oblige; if not, well, it’s over when it’s over and that will be the end of that. We’ll start with shaved bald, heavily muscled, and features several tats including one of a pit bull (commemorating a former family pet) as somewhat of a visual introduction.
phs - I hope things work out with you and your guy. If it does, do what I did to my parents the first time I brought home a boyfriend of the “wrong” color tone:
Mom: He’s…black!
Me: He makes me happy
Mom: He doesn’t fit in!
Me: He makes me happy
Mom: You can’t introduce him to your uncle, you know…
Me: He makes me happy
You get the gist. She eventually got over it - around the same time he and I broke up. Then I dated a white guy who she did not like, and waxed on about my letting the non-pale guy “Get away”. Go figure.
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