I used to take you to several movies a year. Most of the time we’d go for food too. When I was poor and had Mondays off, my mother (your grandmother) would pay for both.
I asked you Wednesday if you wanted to go see Avengers this weekend. You said yes. I asked you to let me know your schedule (I know you have Hockey and such) and you didn’t.
I called and left a message yesterday morning. No response. I sent you an email, which I know goes to your iphone. No response.
I’m going without you. May not ask you again when Batman, Spiderman, Abraham Lincoln come around, as it is apparently too much of a bother for you.
He’s being 14 and self-absorbed, Chimera. And if you tell him that you went without him, you’ll be doing the most useful thing anyone can: showing him that being self-absorbed has actual consequences. It probably won’t sink in, but you never know.
While I’m on my rant, I would like to repeat something I heard one of the other mothers say to her kid when we were all picking them up the other day. Bear in mind that this kid is also headed for three. She said, and I quote, ‘Where’s your wa-wa boppy?’
I had no fucking clue what she was on about till she said, ‘Oh! Here it is!’ and held up a water bottle.
I think it’s what they are. Velociraptor noticed them in the soil with the tomatoes, and I did find that info on the Internet so thank you! There are currently potatoes on the top and some sticky traps out. I also read something about diluted hydrogen peroxide?
I only have a Velociraptor in my plants when he wants to go digging. It’s been DS’s nickname since a toddler.. You know.. Intelligent, learning, and you have to keep them contained or else it all goes to hell. At least mine won’t eat the patrons!
Went to the 11:30 show (3D). Shut off my phone. Get out, I had an 11:40 call from the neph saying he wanted to go. HA HA! Had to stop by their house to pick up my umbrella that I had left in my Dad’s Jeep. Nobody answers the doorbell (besides the dog barking its head off). I go in through the garage. Nephew gets up from the couch where he’s been sleeping. I said I just saw the movie, he says he called me, why didn’t I come get him?
Yup, you called me 10 minutes after the movie started. I called you yesterday morning and emailed you last night. Should have called a bit earlier…
Ah yes, downstairs neighbors at it again. I bought a peppermint plant, a blueberry bush and a larger pot yesterday. Came back, laid down some plastic, repotted a root-bound rubber plant from the pot it’s been in for something like 16-18 years into the larger one, put the new blueberry bush into that pot, and the peppermint into a smaller pot.
Neighbors complained that a small amount of dirt fell onto their deck. They weren’t even out there and it didn’t fall onto anything.
Ass munching goat fuckers. These are the people who complained bitterly some time back that I spilled water onto their deck. I had torn tendons in my right arm, spasmed and dropped my watering pot and less than 6 ounces splashed onto their deck. Again, hitting nothing and no one was out there. That one backfired on them, as I pointed out that they probably complained because they were persistenly hanging laundry from their deck in violation of their lease (that stopped rather quickly!)
Gotta wait to see if the regular office staff decides to “talk to” me about this one. If so, I’ll ask if these are the same neighbors who think it’s just fine to have their small child screaming and crashing around at 11-11:30 most nights, so hard that the glasses in my cupboard (which are not placed anywhere near touching each other) are clinking together and stuff occasionally falls off my shelves.
Maybe I should talk to the people below them (I’m 3rd floor, they’re 2nd) and see if that kid is dropping or spilling anything onto their deck!
But most likely I’ll just suggest that they go fuck themselves.
When will you learn to check the weather when you have the top off of the Wrangler? Yes, it was a beautiful cloudless evening when you drove home from dinner last night. That does not mean it will not rain. So it’s your own fault your vehicle is soaking wet.
I’ve lost a bracelet that has tremendous sentimental value to me. I have no idea how it happened. I have a few pieces that I wear every day, this bracelet among them. Every night I take my jewelry off and put it in the same spot, in a shallow dip in the center of a makeup kit on my dresser. On Friday morning, everything was there except the bracelet.
I’m baffled and pissed. I’ve torn my house apart looking for it. I’ve moved every piece of furniture. I’ve emptied out every drawer and all the closets. No bracelet. On the bright side, my house is immaculate and reorganized. But NO BRACELET and no idea where it could possibly be.
I didn’t listen to The Vorlon when he warned me that my new knife would be SHARP. I’ve got a nice cut on my thumb now.
My old sick cat is old and sick. My vet left a message on my phone last night, the bloodwork is indicating heart problems as well as his kidney failure and hyper thyroid problems. Fred was an adult when I got him. When we lived in my car, I fed him crap. There were times that he ate bread for dinner because that was all I had. I always fed him first, but we were poor.
Now that he’s given me 18 years of love, I feel so bad that I didn’t manage to find a way to feed him better back then. I know that he would have more years left in him if I had only been able to feed him better.
Bill wants me to fly Fred to Houston to visit his vet. I can’t see any reason to do that, my old sick cat is old and sick and doesn’t need to be stressed.
So, yeah, I got all snarky with Bill over this. I know that Bill wants to do whatever he can to make me happy, but my old sick cat is old and sick. Money can’t buy youth and health.
I know that this is minor. There are so many people posting here that have bigger problems, but I’m still upset. I know that Fred is just a cat. But Fred was the only reason I didn’t kill myself when things were really bad.
I’ll be sure that Fred is comfortable. I’ll give him his meds and fluids and yummy gooshy food, but when he stops purring, I’ll have the vet come out and put him down. Then I’ll take his body out in the desert and leave it. I can’t bear to put him in a dark hole or in a fire. The coyotes and carrion birds will set him free.
Sounds like your Widget is unusually quick in language acquisition and is doing fine without the help of baby talk, but you needn’t worry that hearing baby talk from other kids and teachers will impair her acquisition of standard vocabulary.
As noted in the above link, young children tend to temporarily mix up different linguistic forms when they’re adjusting to the complexities of vocabulary, but the temporary confusion doesn’t hurt them. In fact, if you managed to keep Widget totally linguistically segregated from baby talk or any other form of speech other than Standard American English, it might not be good for her in the long run. “Code switching” or adapting to dialect variants, like many other linguistic skills, generally works better the younger a child starts to learn it.
It’s unfortunate for you that the particular “dialect” your daughter is being exposed to is one you personally happen to hate, but perhaps you will manage to hate it a little less now that you know that it actually does serve a useful purpose in early childhood language acquisition. Honestly, even people who find baby talk cute wouldn’t have just gratuitously invented it for no good reason.
I’m sorry for the bracelet. Did you look under the stove? (I have cats, and once they managed to get one of my earrings out of the jewellry box and under the stove) Did you check your pockets? Is it possible that your bracelet slipped off your wrist while you were in the car, or walking back inside and you didn’t notice?
Thanks guys, I’ve checked the clothes I wore Thursday, including coat pockets. I don’t have a car, so if it fell off somewhere it’s gone. For what it’s worth, it’s Tiffany and has a seriously non-quitting clasp, so I don’t think it fell off anywhere. I think it’s somewhere in the house, and I’ll find it eventually, but in the meantime I’m massively frustrated.
flatlned, what **SnakesCatLady **said. There’s no such thing as “just a cat.” He’s had a long life, cats are amazingly resilient and you’ve taken good care of him so don’t you blame yourself about bread back in the day. I’m sorry about your boy.
I was going to say something similar; 18 years is a good run for a cat, and I don’t think his eating bread for a little while caused him any permanent damage. I don’t think my cats have ever eaten anything but the highest quality cat food, and one has arthritis and the other is hyperthyroid; it just happens.
I haven’t heard about peroxide, I’ll have to try that next time I have the gnats. My biggest problem right now is actual white mold growing on top of the soil. It doesn’t seem to matter how much I let them dry out between waterings, it’s still there. I wonder if peroxide would deal with that?
Jeneva, there’s a product called Physan 20 which is aimed mainly at greenhouses I think. It kills algaes and molds and it is pretty harmless to plants with a few exceptions (begonias I think). ( Fish don’t like it though.) It does a wonderful job on soil that gets moldy. It can be hard to find sometimes but can be found on line: here. I use it for algae on the sidewalk, mildew on plants, many things. Works great in fountains too.
It’s been DS’s nickname since a toddler.. You know.. Intelligent, learning, and you have to keep them contained or else it all goes to hell. At least mine won’t eat the patrons!
