I choose to go barefoot too. Got a problem with that? And, not to nitpick but it’s officially Arkansan not Arkansaisisian. Whoo pig!
Geez, mom, whack me, take away my allowance, ground me from the St. Swithin’s Day Dance! But don’t be disappointed!
Are you in California? If not, you’re getting off easy. We’re NEVER getting it back.
I thought it was Arkansawyers.
Think Kansas and think Arkansas. Kansan, Arkansan. Doesn’t that make sense, now?
I think at one time It was Arkansas Traveler as the official-ish kinda, sorta thing to call folks from these here parts.
I don’t get sick. Ever.
Just because my husband has some kind of plague that makes him cough all night and sleep half the day, and now my nasal passages are painfully dry and my throat hurts, that is no reason to assume I may be sick. Because I’m telling you it’s just not possible.
Damn it, this will not stand!
I’m so jealous. :mad:
Ain’t nothing wrong with barefoot, so long as you shower at least weekly!
Georgia, Georgian. Florida, Floridian. New York, New Yorker. Maryland. Marylander. Arkansas, Arkansaian or Arkansawyer. Don’t try to be special, it makes me mini-rant. 
A friend of mine tagged me on FB saying “this reminds me of something you would like”.
It was a bunch of cows following a beaver around. Mildly humorous and interesting.
Others made comments and then one brilliant guy added - The cows look like Pelosi followers.
WTF?
Seriously?
I don’t give a flying fuck about Pelosi, Trump or any of the grandstanding idiots in charge.
It was a simple amusing video clip. Your attempt to somehow inject a political remark into it just makes you look like a giant jackass.
I’m currently on the library’s computers. The person next to me has asked me at least twenty questions about using the computer and has asked the librarians over here seven times for help.
How does one not know how to use a computer in this day and age?
If you want to be unnerved- a friend who’s a university lecturer told me that in the last few years, she’s had multiple students, 18 or 19 years old, who appeared to have never used a computer. They lived on their phones, but the software she was supposed to be teaching them to use is PC only. She said she’d had to show 'em how to turn it on and how to use a mouse…
Somewhat related- the college I’m at has a group licence for Microsoft office, to allow home use, which should be a nice perk, but… it’s glitchy. I dunno if it’s constantly updating itself or what, but I can’t change any of the defaults, it just resets, regardless of what I do. Of course the default style bears no relation to the one we have to submit everything in, nor will it allow styles to be saved and used for another document, you have to change it manually every time. It’s also hit-and-miss if it’ll automatically open the document I was working on last when I turn my laptop on or not, sometimes it’ll try open two copies then freak out.
That’s just a minor annoyance, but it’s also been not saving work properly, which is my main rant. Stuff I spent half of yesterday working on, and clicked ‘save’, and checked it said it was ‘saved to this computer’, before closing, is not there today. I’ve thought it happened before a few times, but assumed it was my error- this time I’m damn sure.
. I live in Tucson. Sometimes people try to call us “Tucsonians.” No we’re not. We’re “Tucsonans.” No “I.”
Not “Toucans?”
No, I’m not mad; I’m disappointed.
Oh, Jesus. MOM ?!?!
shudder
… scared me there for a moment.
You know, the world must be treating us rather nicely right now. At least, it took almost two weeks to knock out a full page of rants.
(And now I’ve jinxed us.)
It’s probably not a mini rant, more of a micro rant, but…
This morning I went to Amazon to look for something, and noticed that in the “Recommended for you, Bump” section, that damn site has a MAGA hat! WTF?
I’m having my period.
I thought I was rid of the bloody thing. Apparently not.
Menopause can’t get here quick enough.
Very mini-rant: My husband just got back from India. No big deal, but his body clock is crazy fucked up, which means that he’s been waking up with me at 4:30 or 5 in the morning (I wake up at that time to have quiet time or to work out; it’s the only me time I get during the week). This morning, he woke up and wanted to talk about Brexit. Goddammit, I hadn’t even had coffee. I wanted to talk about how I’d hide the body.
Other mini-rant: After bitching & moaning about how disorganized our scout troop is, I went and booked a campout on the wrong damn day. On Easter Sunday. For a scout troop based out of a church. Keep in mind, I’m not Christian, but still. Nothing like humble pie for dinner.
Last mini-rant: I’m getting a promotion. YAY!!! Unfortunately, the area I’m going to manage just lost half its staff and we need to find all new vendors. In short, my new position will be a dumpster fire, at least in the short term.
My Mother. Bless her heart.
Her garage door is frozen shut, again.
Would you like me to come over with the ice chipper? No, there’s a lot of ice, and I did put ice melt down, but I’m out. Ok, would you like me to pick some up and bring it over after work? No…
BUT you can take a few hours off work tomorrow to run me around.
That’s not how this works. I mean, I WILL, since one of your errands is your doctor, but I’d rather resolve the problem tonight so I don’t have to take time off from work.
I’ve had my new crowns for a week, and since things seemed to be calming down, I decided that it would be an absolutely brilliant idea to have some nice crunchy pretzels for a snack.
Ow. >.<