Ducks-in-the-cement-pond update: The apartment manager got a wildlife rescue person to come out to relocate the quacker family. Unfortunately, the hillbilly neighbor contingent took exception to this “animal cruelty” and ran the rescuer off before he could capture all of them. So now we’re left with momma and three ducklings. The duck goo on the bottom of the pool continues to accumulate–the word is they’re going to have to empty the pool to get at the nasty stains. If they wait too long that black crap will be really hard to clean off.
Wait a minute. I thought cops weren’t allowed to do that in parking lots? They’re considered private property. Or at least that’s what I’ve always been told.
Even if it is legal (I guess it must have been, she did it), the cop was a jerk.
http://www.carbona.com/stain-devils-7-motoroil-and-lubricant.html
I’ve found it it at Wal-Mart (shudder), and Jo-Ann Fabrics in the past.
My condolences. I am currently recovering from a Mallet injury on the same finger. It really sucks to type.
I may be single soon. This is entirely his fault and I’m sick of dealing with his shit.
Stopped at a gas station to take a leak this morning. Had to wait on a guy who was already occupying the facility. The guy who came out was an unhealthy looking older guy…not that that would have registered with me at all, had it been a routine restroom stop.
I walked in, and ugghghghghghhhhhhh…the most horrible smell that could possibly come from a human body.
Who hasn’t had to pee in a fog of someone else’s shitstench before? Whatever, you do what you have to do and leave.
But this was different. It had this…distinct…something. It was horrible. It did not smell like shit. It smelled like disease, and rot, and horrible evilness. That’s it…when you read a description of a demon or something smelling like evil feces, that’s what it smelled like.
I can NOT get rid of the memory of that smell. It’s ruining my appetite, 5 hours later.
I don’t know WHAT was wrong with that dude, but he was sick. Very, very ill. And I have what I want to be a very nice evening planned at a brewpub I’ve never been to, and I’m afraid that I won’t be able to enjoy it because of that horrid phantom smell.
Speaking of the smells of sickness, there’s someone (I hope not multiple someones) who leaves the ladies’ room at work smelling like putrid rotten fish. Really strong and wrong smelling. I don’t know if it’s poop-related or vagina-related but it reeks and someone needs to see a doctor.
Update: finger not broken, just swollen and badly bruised. Still hurts like a bitch. 
Dear coworker: The purpose of an analogy is to help make your point clearer. Your long, rambling analogies must have a point *somewhere *in them, but by the time you are done, no one is listening.
You really don’t get it, do you? DVB : there’s a place for you. And your little dog, too.
Glad you got it looked at. 
Thanks - my local grocery and hardware stores tend to have a lot of cleaning/laundry supplies like that. I got a bar of Fels-Naphtha soap at one of those not long ago. (Maybe it’ll get the remaining spot of tar-stuff off my foot, too. :mad: )
You aren’t sposta put that stuff (Fels) on your skin!!! What about nail polish remover?
Nah, I used the soap as a stain remover in the past, but I’m saying anywhere that carries Fels-Naphtha ought to carry Carbona.
I’ll try the nail polish remover, too. Pretty soon I’ll have to resort to removing some skin if I can’t find an option. Soap and scrubbing sure isn’t working.
Conversation with husband, as we were discussing whether to fix truck bumper:
Me: “Wow, the deer really have it in for you. That’s three in one year.”
Him: “No, I hit one and you hit one. That’s only two.”
Me: “I know I hit one, but you hit two with the patrol car - just before we moved last June, and right after you went to day shift in March, plus one in the truck.”
Him: “Yeah, but I only hit one with the truck.”
Me: “But you’ve had a total of three collisions involving deer and vehicles in the past year. One in the truck and two in the car.”
Him: “Yeah, I guess… if you’re counting like that.”
Me: !!!
I’m not really sure if this is a rant or not, but here goes…
I just saw a post (on Facebook, of course) from a woman who gave up her child for adoption in 1984 when she was 18. It was a closed adoption. Now “birth mothers have no rights” and her life won’t be complete until she finds her baby girl.
Lady, people like you are the reason adoption records are sealed. If your daughter wants to get in touch with you, there are ways she can do that. No, you don’t have the right to interrupt her life; you gave that up when you gave her up for adoption. Leave it at that. You did a good thing for her when you gave her up, you said yourself you could not provide for her. Now, do another good thing and let her go.
The mystery is solved. Kinda. I used long stick pins to mount a piece of needlepoint in a cheap frame and one of them fell out. How it happened to fall out and land point down in my book is not known. I don’t think that Bill’s cat has thumbs, but he hides his paws from me. I’m the one with the claw clippers and my cats have warned him about this.
Maybe he does have thumbs, because Bill says that he hides his feet at home as well.
Wow, someone else who knows how a swamp cooler works Very cool. Thank you for the link. My swamp does work like that, but I’m gone 11-12 hours a day.
I guess I should pit myself for leaving it running when I know the water might be cut off for hours and that when it is restored, that all the dirt and stuff will clog up the filters. I won’t. I’ll just keep blaming the people who are causing the problems instead of being proactive and shutting the swamp off and turning the AC on.
Thank goodness I am gone 11-12 hours a day, because I’d really be pitching a fit if I couldn’t flush my toilet all day.
I’m glad you had it looked at. I used to think that I was bullet-proof until I broke my foot.
My rant is about the lady who lives down the street. Her kids love kittens. She gets them kittens. When the kittens are about 6 months old, they are no longer cute and have started running from people because they have learned that they are playtoys to be tossed around and have tails pulled, so she puts them outside. Intact and clueless about how to survive.
I have talked to her about how cruel it is to do that to housecats. She doesn’t care, her kids like kittens. I have had the teenager cats fixed for her, but they aren’t allowed in her house because they might scratch her precious children. Now I just trap them, have them fixed and take them to adoptions.
I’m moving in November. I won’t be able to help those poor cats anymore. I’m moving my ferals to a ranch so now all of my hard work will go right down the drain because my idiot neighbor will populate the area with intact cats.
One of my husband’s nieces or nephews or grandnieces or grandnephews is exactly like this, only with dogs and birds as well as cats. In one case, the family took off for over a week on a cruise, leaving a teenage kitty outside to look after herself. That’s how we got one of our cats. This cat is a 100% indoor kitty now. She likes to look out the window, but she has absolutely no interest in going outside. She’s been outside, and she thinks that being an inside kitty is marvelous.
And the last I heard, that family has gone through 3 or 4 more kittens and puppies. I want to beat my head against the wall. Or possibly beat someone else’s head against a wall.
I haven’t had a GYN exam since I had my tubal in 1988. Probably not a good idea but OTOH if it’s ain’t broke…
I’m sorry to hear this, and also not sorry. Divorce is a not-fun thing to have to go thru, but I was so much happier after dumping old whatshisface. Just keep thinking about how nice it will be to not have to deal with his shit, and come back to vent when needed!
Can you put her together with a group that raises kittens until they are ready to go to their permanent homes? Wouldn’t that put a parade of kittens thru her house, but she could give them back when they get “boring”?
The kittens are improperly socialized, and by the time they are “boring” they have learned to avoid humans.