Honey, I know you want a new adjustable bed. And a new TV for the living room. And a new gas grill from Costco. But…
I really don’t make that much money. You make even less. We have enough to cover our necessities and payments, but frankly it is getting harder and harder to get to the next paycheck.
So when I tell you that we cannot afford the new gas grill from Costco ($600), I am not being mean or trying to deprive you of anything. I mean that we just. do. NOT. have. the. money! We must live within our means.
Makes total sense. It’s like circling all the nouns in red, or something. I was thinking about it in terms of teaching speech, rather than in terms of teaching understanding of the basic building blocks of language, which of course has to come first.
This is why I like this board. I come in here to bitch and complain about something minor, and leave knowing about diminutive markers and language development. Thank you
And that makes sense too. And fits with the whole code-switching thing.
Hurray for stupid fish. Now, here is a fish ignorant question, but how long can they live without eating?
I spend my days tossing boxes around. I’ve got great upper body strength. My arms always hurt after using the weedeater. I blame it on the unfamiliar motions.
Speaking of weeds, every weekend, I take the litterboxes out, dump them, and then fill them with water and a couple of glugs of bleach. When I empty them, I pour the bleachy cat pee water on the weeds. I have healthy clean weeds. I’ve been bitching about this for years.
Last night, I was chating with an online friend, who knows about this stuff and he told me that I was diluting the bleach enough that while it cleans my boxes, its too weak to kill weeds. When I asked about the cat pee, he said that I was thoughtfully diluting it enough that the amonia nitrate was a good furtlizare.
Sorry for the bad spelling, I have an ocular migrane and can’t see well enough to use mulitple screens.
It is 2012 how the FUCK is it that we don’t have a non-invasive, 100% reliable fix for relatively minor musculoskeletal problems? We can remove entire organs through a half-inch incision. We can replace heart valves through a three-inch incision. We can save babies born at 24 weeks. We can actually connect prosthetic limbs to the patient’s nervous system. They can put someone in a machine and build a 3d image of what that person’s innards look like without any need to ever puncture the skin. We can take people who are dead and make them not-dead. In short, modern medicine is fucking awesome, right?
So why, other than “my podiatrist is an incompetent fuckface fraud,” am I still suffering from daily fucking pain eight months after diagnosis? This is a simple fucking issue and I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing wrong, but I have been doing everything I’m told - I’ve been wearing the stupid fucking orthotics (don’t really help), I’ve been wiggling it around to try and improve ROM (doesn’t really help), I’ve had steroid injections (helped, briefly, then fucking wore off), I’ve iced and heated it (doesn’t really help), and I’ve been resting it. Resting it “helps” in the sense of “Well no shit the pain is generally less when I’m lying on my bed rather than out jogging but that doesn’t fucking fix the goddamn problem.” I’m fucking tired of resting and I’m all out of patience; fix my goddamn foot so I can go back to my normal life.
There seems to be a conspirity afoot to keep me from swimming.
I am housesitting for a friend. In addition to 4 cats, 5 goats, two dogs, a minature donkey, a horse and a bird, there is a swimming pool. I planned to swim yesterday, then the doctor’s office called and rescheduled my appointment from 11 to 2. By the time I got all of my errands done, it was too cool outside to swim. Today is overcast and cool.
I don’t know your problem, but when I had foot pain I did all of those things to no avail, but three weeks of twice-weekly care from a skilled massage therapist cleared that shit right up.
Added difficulty: I’m in the military (and thus limited to “the PA [not an MD, the Army doesn’t generally use MDs for us grunts] thinks this podiatrist is fine so that’s where you’ll go”) and stationed overseas (so there’s even greater obstacles to saying, “Fuck it, I’ll find someplace open on weekends and pay out of pocket.”)
Thanks, though. It is heartening to know that foot pain issues do sometimes get better.
When I Google for “fort worth custom shoe maker” I don’t want custom shoe makers in Dallas, or other parts of Texas. Nor do I particularly want a custom boot maker. Odd as it may seem, I’m looking for someone to make a custom pair of shoes for me in Fort Worth. And no, I don’t want a business listing of shoe and boot makers who may or may not be in Fort Worth. I don’t want my shoes REPAIRED. I want a pair of shoes, made to my measurements.
Dallas is NOT Fort Worth, nor is Fort Worth Dallas. About half of the results on the first page were located in cities in Texas, but not really very close. I’m not interested in spending an hour on the road to spend money in another city when I’m reasonably certain that there are businesses much closer to me…if I could just find them. Yeah, I live in Richland Hills now, but Fort Worth is a heck of a lot closer than Dallas, plus Fort Worth is my home. So why do Google and Bing and Yahoo all seem to think that I’ll be happy to go to Dallas, instead of shopping closer to home?
For that matter, I don’t particularly want to donate to the Dallas chapter of a charity if there’s a chapter in Fort Worth.
Really depends on the size and habits of the fish- one his size can not eat for a week with no problems, and can probably live for a month or so before finally giving out. Some larger fish, like koi, can not eat pretty for much a whole winter, they basically go dormant though. Tiny baby fish are really the only ones which definitely need to eat every single day.
So, my dad is a crazy aging narcissist. He’s being a particularly crazy aging narcissist today and it’s pissed me off. My mother is an aging narcissist enabler and between that and her Alzheimer’s… Jesus.
I’m having a G&T. Can I get you anything while I’m up?
Thank you, and I hope your fish is still doing well. Did the snail survive the encounter? How did you extract it from fish’s mouth? I really don’t know much about fish, but I have heard that they are very fragile and shouldn’t be handled.
My rant. Tony did indeed kill his dogs. He wants me to start taking his unsocialized cats to adoptions, but wants them to go to people who want semi-feral housecats.
This won’t work out well, its kitten season and the socialized adults are being ignored. I can’t take them myself. While I’ve had as many as 18 cats at once, most of them were fosters that had a good chance of being adopted. If I take his cats, I’ll have 10 for life. I just can’t do that.
Not to mention that if Tony doesn’t have pets, he will climb the clock tower.
There is nothing I can do about this. It really sucks. If I call the police, they will tell me there is nothing they can do because I think that something bad will happen. Jared Lee Loughner had lots of people concerned before he shot Giffords and his parents and the college couldn’t do anything. All of the warning signs were there, but nothing could be done.
My mom, who had her diabetic-but-otherwise-healthy cat euthanized because she didn’t want to deal with the “hassle” of insulin shots, just got a new cat. Because she felt lonely.
I’ve been getting into Firefly on the recommendation of a good friend of mine. Overall, it’s a great show. However, the character of River Tam (Summer Glau) irritates the piss out of me! She’s supposed to be intellectually gifted. Yet she never says or does anything clever. She’s supposed to be this great martial arts expert. Yet she’s completely passive, and lets every antagonist lead her around by the nose. She’s supposed to be psychic. Yet whenever she receives one of her blinding flashes of penetrating insight, she never actually tells anyone what she’s learned. No, she just sits there like a fucking dummy spouting cryptic gibberish about absolutely fucking nothing. I’m about 8 episodes in and all she’s done is mooch around being all gimp. She’s a waste of bloody space and I fucking hate her.
So yeah. River Tam, do something useful or fuck off!
Snarls with you. But at least she had kitteh euthed instead of taking it to Animal Control or just tossing him outside to die.
I’ve been in rescue for most of my adult life and I still get flabergasted by the reasons people want to give us their pets. I’m used to people telling me that they want us to take their cat because it won’t use the litterbox. I offer up suggestions, starting with “have you taken kitty to the vet?”. The answer is usually a firm “NO, why would I do something like that?”
In mid-June, I’m going to a technical conference to present a novel application of a groundbreaking technology. I was terribly proud of myself when I came with the idea and I’ve spent months working on it.
But it doesn’t work. I’ve tried everything, and my program simply doesn’t work. But it’s too late to back out of the conference, so I’m in the process of writing a forty-minute PowerPoint presentation on a topic that fills me with despair and self-loathing.
That really isn’t a mini-rant. I think in this case you have to think in terms of due diligence, and what you’ll regret - if Tony does indeed have a meltdown and start hurting other people, I think you’ll need to know that you did everything you could to help him/stop him.
curlcat, I have no idea what set Tony off. He’s got a lot of problems, mental and physical. I do know that when he goes off his meds, he stops bathing or changing clothes. I went by his place today, and he’s so stinky that I couldn’t get close.
This is not his fault. His brain doesn’t work like it should. I’m one of those people who are happy to pay taxes to take care of those who can’t take care of theirselves. Tony can’t do that, but as long as he’s functional, nothing can be done for him.
Do you know how when people climb the clock tower and their neighbors all say “oh, he was such a nice quiet person, I can’t imagine how this happened”? I’ll be the one saying “I saw this coming a long time ago.”
It really sucks. I think he’s planning on suicide by police. I hope he does it somewhere besides his home, because the police won’t care about his cats and will leave the doors open.
