The first time I saw this commercial (assuming it’s the same one) I had the same horrified reaction. On one hand I kinda want to know that lady’s story and be able to have sympathy, but on the other hand I kinda want to smack her for having a kid in the first place.
My cousin’s husband is constantly on Facebook, spewing out lots of stupid - he love’s meme’s especially. The other day he posted a quote by the “founder of The Weather Channel” claiming thatGlobal Warming was all a hoax. I got into it a bit w him, and asked him what he thought was the agenda for pushing GW.
His response:
Are you sure you’re not me? My cousin’s husband is an identical right-wing idiot on Facebook. And they share a freaking FB account, so I can’t unfollow or unfriend him or I stop getting updates on their kids.
A few years ago I had someone hack my Sainsbury’s (grocery store) account and try to order £200 worth of something to be delivered to a London address, and only found out because the website alerted me that my email address had been changed. I found this out just before I was about to go to bed, fortunately I saw the email and sorted it out in a panic before having money I didn’t really have removed from my checking account behind my back.
What I SHOULD have done was capture screenshots and the delivery address and such and send them to the police or whoever, but I wasn’t thinking clearly at the time beyond ‘SHUT IT ALL DOWN CANCEL ORDER DELETE ALL GROCERY ACCOUNTS NUKE IT FROM SPACE IT’S THE ONLY WAY TO BE SURE’.
{{{{Hugs}}}}
Heh, looks like the pit thread by a certain whacko bird man has been deleted.
Good riddance.
Just when it was getting fun.
I wanted to figure out what a person from Philadelphia thought was good barbecue. Especially since he derided KC barbecue. I don’t recall ever hearing about Philadelphia barbecue.
It involves Cheez Wiz and Steak-ums.
I sent a nonfiction book proposal to an agent. To my surprise, she responded quickly and said she was interested.
But that was days ago and I haven’t heard from her since. What’s the next step? Is she doing something? Should I be doing something? I have no idea.
I don’t want to bother her, but if I haven’t heard something by Monday, I’ll send a friendly message. In the meantime, I’ll keep drumming my fingernails on the desk.
Got on the bus after work, went to sit down on the very front sideways facing handicapped seat. Bus driver takes off like a rocket, throwing me 5 feet to my side (backwards on the bus) ending with me down on my left knee, left hand preventing my head and shoulders from hitting the metal bottom of the upright and locked front row of regular seats.
Not a word from the bus driver, just kept going.
Now my back hurts like a motherfucker and my brain is a bit wobbly.
I filed a complaint before we got out of downtown, now we’ll see if their never-helpful office is going to be contrite, or their usual jerks.
But she named it BRAD!!!
Minor but irritating complaint: one of the overhead lights in my office at work is failing. Since maintenance takes forever (weeks!) to take care of these things, I’ve been searching through the closets here at home for a nice lamp. I’ve found a couple that don’t look bad at all, and I’ve even found some nice bright compact fluorescents that aren’t really suitable for the house. But it apparently I managed to crush or otherwise damage all the lampshades during my last move. 
Good luck Sefton, and feel better Chimera! I hope you both hear something positive, soon.
Decided to enjoy a bit of spring gardening today. Ma is in the process of moving, so she sent me several potted landscape plants that she has decided not to use at the new place. We’re supposed to have a rainy weekend, so I figured I’d get those plants in the ground today, and let Mother Nature water them for the next several days. As I moved the largest sago palm around to its planned location? I learned that it was in.fested. with ants. I have 40-50 fire ant bites on my arms and legs and in my belly button and on my elbow and so forth.
I’m beginning to think that me + gardening is like flatlined + cooking.
Fire ants should be nuked from orbit, or meet Mr. Molten Aluminum.
Found out recently that a friend of mine has gone into politics (provincial politics for her local area - I don’t know much more about it.) She’s part of a political party, some of whose views I don’t support - but that’s not really my problem, as I find I can still get along with friends who support different political parties. What has me more worried is that she’s an anti-vaxer and supports homeopathy, and has other pro-pseudo-scientific views. Argh.
Agreed - About the only thing about my exile that I’ve enjoyed is the distinct lack of fire ants in Tennessee. My old house had brown spots on the lawn where I would pour boiling water on fire ant mounds, cackling gleefully.
Some POS just stabbed one of my husband’s colleagues. If any of you guys do the praying thing, please keep the deputy and his loved ones in your thoughts.
Hey! I resemble that remark! Honestly, if I found fire ants in the kitchen, the resulting fire would not be accidental.
Boric acid bacon fat and honey is very effective, just be careful to not use too much boric acid. (While you want them all dead RIGHT NOW, you need to use it in a small enough concentration for the workers to bring the poison to the hive. The good thing about boric acid is that it won’t hurt children or pets who eat it and won’t hurt the infested plants.
If that doesn’t work, remove the afore mentioned children and pets from the area and nuke them from orbit. Its honestly the only way to be sure.
I was going to rant about spring and all of that yellow pollen in the air before I saw this. Prayers are on the way. I’m sure that the deputy is getting the best of care, but how terrifying for his family. BTDT and don’t want the t-shirt.
Oh, shit! All are in my prayers. I hope they caught the asshole.
Okay, just to be clear? “Getting beaten in a video game by someone who is better than you at it” is not a good reason to lock yourself in the bathroom and cut yourself. Dammit, I really like this game, but every time we play it together, another nice set of red lines appear on your forearm and I just feel like shit.
Tony talked to the deputy tonight. He’s in pretty bad shape (a lot of knife wounds to the face and neck, including an ear nearly severed, and blood loss. It sounds like his doctors are trying to avoid a blood transfusion - will recheck his hemoglobin count in the morning.) The incident happened with 4 deputies on scene, serving a court order for a psychiatric hold. The suspect was injured in the tussle, but not seriously. Ditto the other 3 officers - minor cuts and scrapes. Just a crazy situation, not malicious.
Tony was all for going to camp at the hospital, or send flowers or something. I suggested, instead, that we send a pizza* delivery for dinner on H’s first night home. With 5 children and an injured husband, Mrs. H has her hands full.
*I’m resisting the urge to go pick up from my favorite carry-out in Savannah: Vinnie Van Go-Go’s. 
Also? Fire ant bites hurt. Especially the ones around my waist. I’ve been wearing a muumuu around the house, but figured I’d wear real clothes to the grocery store. Ouch. The muumuu is in the wash, so the bathrobe it is!