If I had brought something to work in an insulated container because I wanted it to stay cold during the time it took me to get to work, I probably wouldn’t bother taking it out of that container and stashing the container somewhere else in order to put it in the work refrigerator sans insulation. But I might still put it into the work refrigerator, because I might think that the insulation on its own wouldn’t keep it cold enough until I was going to eat it.
I’ll give you that one. That’s really not going to work.
But the people putting insulated bags into the work refrigerator aren’t necessarily putting warm food in there expecting it to get colder. They’re probably just putting cold food in there expecting it not to get any warmer.
I love board games. We’ve got a couple hundred at a guess. I’ve seen everything from cheaply made to exquisite. But what REALLY bugs me are the companies that don’t think about long term useregarding internal packaging. They know they will have lots of expansions/extra card packs (I’m looking at you, Arkham Horror) yet still put barely any extra room for those expansions. Either that or they put in a lot of filter - strangely shaped cardboard, insets that have long raised portions. They give you a ton of small pieces that are required to pay the game and instead of including either plastic bags to put them in after punching them out or creating a well in the insert for them to go into without flying everywhere.
I know this can be done without adding huge amounts to the purchase price. I’ve got several that are excellent in their organization (The Dragon Road and Call to Adventure are two that immediately come to mind.) Why can’t more companies put that kind of thought into it?
When I was a kid in grade school the teacher would just ask to borrow a knife from a student. Back when the dinosaurs roamed the Earth and the purpose of recess was to give the teachers time to smoke.
We bought my 17 year old a new laptop from Amazon that arrived on March 1st. All of a sudden, it stopped charging on them. Of course, we thought that it must have been the charging cord so I ordered a new one. That showed up today and they plugged it in and… nothing. No light to show it was charging, nothing. Tried it in a different outlet, still nothing. Which means that this laptop, which we’ve had for less than 40 days, has stopped working. I refuse to have that new of a paperweight.
So I contacted Amazon. I have a real problem with talking on the phone, so I went through the chat. Not a problem at all with it, the person on the other end said they would see what they could do. And what they told me they could do was, since it was outside the 30 day window, offer me a one time refund of the purchase price and then I could reorder one because they had some in stock. Of course, what they have in stock costs $40 more than the one I originally bought. Sorry, nothing they can do. So apparently the only thing they CAN do is give me the number for ASUS and hope that they will send a replacement. And, of course, they aren’t open on the weekends. Thankfully, Hubby has less problems making calls than I do, so I sent him the info.
But really, after the frustrations so far this year, I really didn’t need this one on top of everything else.
Our church had sausage and pancakes before service today. Those of us who go were waiting for the church bus and we saw two women we know and told them to come. They came, ate the breakfast and left before the service.
I thought it was an Xian thing to feed the hungry, no matter if they were believers or not.
I donated goods to the local Egg Hunt and thought I was safe from the leftover candy because I didn’t volunteer at the event.
Someone just brought over my share of the leftover candy because she didn’t want me to feel left out. Thank you so much friend. Imma buying a bunch of Pixy stix for the next time your grands come to visit.
When my kids were young, my daughter started going to a church with a friend of hers. She convinced my son to come one Sunday, and he loved the snack thing they did, so he kept going. I don’t think my daughter fully understood church. She told me it was a catholic church, and the priest’s name was Pastor Nicole.
One summer Sunday I drove to the church to pick them up. They came out to the car and told me I had to come inside and talk to the pastor. Thing is, I wasn’t wearing shoes and my clothes were grease stained t shirt and shorts. I did not go in.
Then they stopped doing the kid’s treat time and my son said he’d had enough religion. My daughter dropped out soon after.
On the days I make dinner (usually 2-3 nights each week), I will announce to my wife that I’m starting dinner and go into the kitchen. My wife has usually been reading, responding to e-mails, or checking the news in our den for a couple hours in the later afternoon. We eat in the den as well.
Even though I keep her updated about the status of dinner (“I’m putting the stir fry on!”), she will inevitably be at the other end of the house in her craft room when I plate the meal. I’m beginning to think it is a passive-aggressive play on her part. It’s too far for me to yell for her. I carry the plates into the den and she’s…somewhere. I have to take the plates back to the kitchen so the dogs don’t get tempted, go retrieve her from the farthest reach of the house, and then go get the plates again. I’ve come right out and asked her why she doesn’t take care of whatever it is she’s doing BEFORE it’s 5 minutes until the plates are up. After all, she was reading and hanging around in the den for hours that afternoon. I’ve never had a good response.
Every Sunday afternoon we go to my father in law’s house to have dinner with him and watch some TV. First of all, he’s a very noisy lip-smacking eater, which plays hell with my misophonia. And he’s a slow eater, so it just drags on and on. Then there’s TV. Lately we’ve been watching the BBC series “Father Brown”. I swear to god every week in the opening credits when it says “Based on the character by G. K. Chesterton”, he’ll blurt out “Chesterton!” like he’s got some sort of literary Tourette’s syndrome. Drives me up the freaking wall.
Do you know whether they share your specific religion?
Was it clear that the breakfast was supposed to be related to the service? Churches around here sometimes put on community meals for the general public, no overt religion required.
A couple of these resonate deeply with me. I can’t count the times when one of the other two people in the house will say to me, “How long until dinner?” and then disappear upstairs for about ten minutes longer than whatever time I said. I don’t know if they like cold food or if they just don’t care; often one of them will take their plates and stuff it into the microwave until all the food is (probably) the same texture. It makes me want to stick to cooking only soups and stews that could just sit there until someone comes to eat them.
And because I have a pretty bad case of misphonia myself, I always want the TV on during dinner so I’m less likely to get jumpy just because my loved ones breathe while they eat. But because we don’t wait for people who won’t come get their dinner when it’s ready, this means that someone wants to pause the show while he gets his food, leaving me to squirm while I listen to the other one chewing and breathing in the silence.
When I tell my gf dinner will be ready at 8 pm, then at 7:55 she tells me she’s going to “run out to the barn” (something that can take anywhere from 3 minutes to an hour, depending on why she’s going) it makes me unhappy. I’ve thought about just bringing our dinner to the sunroom and starting to eat solo, but I’ve never done it.
Not sure why it bugs me so much but I hate that graphic depictions of the earth in relation to the moon are so grossly out of scale distance wise. It just totally undersells the incredible feat of the journey to get there.
A lot of images show something like this with the typical figure 8 flight path which in reality would be a verrrrry stretched out figure 8. More like this.
Even during a recent visit to the Smithsonian Air&Space museum in the newly renovated moon mission exhibit they have the out of scale two balls and a figure-8 image. It would have been so easy to make a large wall graphic that was to scale to show just how incredibly far the Apollo missions went. Opportunity missed.
When Apollo 8 went to the moon I stuck a tiny cone made of clay onto a basketball and told the family, “This is how far man has been in orbit until now.” Then I measured 24 feet down the hall and dropped a sheet of paper with a 3-inch circle on it. “And this is where they are today.”
Today’s been a day of lots of frustrations. Most of the things aren’t terrible things. The only one that really worries me is the rehab center kicking my dad out even though he, the PT and I think he still needs to be there. But my family is doing what we can to take care of him the best we possibly can, including me picking him up and driving him an hour home and then back again. This was something I was kind of expecting to have to do anyway, so it’s frustrating but something I can handle.
Then CtE broke several slats on their bed. It’s something that happens fairly regularly because they aren’t a small 17 year old. So we’re looking at buying a metal framed bed to put their mattress on - the other option, buying a box spring and frame, is even pricier. So that’s $70 I wasn’t planning on spending. Then, I tried to vacuum my bedroom and it isn’t working. Which means that’s another $55 that I wasn’t planning on spending.
I’m just tired today. Tired of little things going wrong. Tired of being on the run all the time. Tired of having to buy stuff. Just tired.
