I woke up this morning thinking that it would be wonderful to check over my bike and pump up the tires and ride it to my library session today (I signed up for some interesting informational sessions through the library). Well I get up to go do exactly that and discovered it SNOWING out. :mad:
Damnit it was supposed to be nice enough I could do stuff like that. Maybe even get the rest of the leaves off my lawn. I know this isn’t exactly uncommon where I live but I really wanted to get stuff done this weekend!
Hopefully it’s nice enough on Sunday, like the weather guy was claiming it would be, that we can still go on our picnic in a park by the weir.
We had a killer cat at our last house - our mostly black cat used to like to sleep on the top of the unlit basement stairs. I almost stepped on her at least once.
I have been schooled - you guys call things weird names down there.
And now I’m more cranky because I stopped for a bagel and coffee at the drive through before my session. Well I get to the library and drop my coffee cup (MY cup, my el cheapo Florida coffee mug with Mickey etc on it that I got on vacation there, which is my FAVOURITE cup) spilling coffee and cracking it so it immediately sopped up the coffee into the space between the inside and out. So now I’ll have to enjoy coffee in it one last time before I toss it because it will get yucky as the coffee stuck there gets old. So I’ll have to find a new favourite cup, and it’s not like I don’t have lots of travel mugs but many are old an the seals are meh so I keep them around for home but not for actual wandering.
AND to make matters worse the bagel I got is not the bagel I ordered. Normally I would just shrug and eat it but an everything bagel with herb and garlic cream cheese tastes VERY different from a cinnamon raisin bagel with herb and garlic cream cheese. But since I’m settled at the session I don’t have time to go back to Tim’s to get it fixed and come back.
I don’t think that this thread can be hijacked. The only real theme is ranting.
Bill is my fiance. (it still feels strange to call him that.) Bill lives in Texas. Bill’s cat is with me because Bill is in Nebraska for a month on work related stuff and I’m in Arizona, so can’t just drop over to care for said cat. I’ll bet I could make that even more confusing if I thought about it.
Today, I took the teenager cat and my hyper-thyroid cat to the vet. Actually, I dropped the teenager off at 8 because he was getting fixed, and then took hyper-t cat for bloodwork when I picked up the teenager. When we got there, they were dealing with an emergancy c-section and things were backed up.
My e-reader is always with me, so I settled down to read. I was the only one who had my own reading material. This is another thing that always makes me go ??? Books are more important than water, but people don’t seem to have them either.
Oops, I’m hijacking my own post. So anyhow, this vet has seperate waiting rooms for cats and dogs, along with seperate doors. What do people with dogs do? They go in the dog door and then sit in the benches in front of the check in desk so those of us with cats have to squeeze past them to get to our waiting area.
I didn’t need to see the vet, so the tech came out and got my cat, took him back and did the blood draw, brought him back and gave me the teenager kitty.
When I went to the desk to pay, one of the people who had been waiting to see the vet started shouting at the poor lady taking my money because he’d been waiting HOURS and they took me first. He wouldn’t listen to her explaining that I didn’t need to see a vet like he did and that she was sorry that he had been waiting and offering to make him another appointment. I pulled out my cell phone and started videoing him. This got him yelling at me, but I didn’t care. It took the heat off the desk lady and I was leaving.
Saje, I know how you are feeling. Everyone says that our pets will tell us when its time to let them go, but they don’t. You have my sympathy.
Ugh, I know. We went out to my mom’s place so Junior could try out his new sandbox - woke up this AM and it was covered in snow. WTF kind of place is this we live, anyway?!?!:mad:
Anyway, it seems to be mostly gone now. Perhaps tomorrow Junior can do the sand box thing.
It does bite! Most of it is minorly annoying, and not huge in the scheme of things but damnit that was my FAVOURITE mug! My other travel mugs don’t have good seals which is why they were delegated to the house and the only ones that are good don’t fit in my cup holders (which is why they are still good, they never get used).
And now I have to deal with a gnat infestation in my tomatoes. From what I’m reading my options mostly follow to buy new sterile soil and repot the tomatoes. They don’t appear to have gotten into the rosemary, jalapeno or sunflower at least.
We are going to have our picnic tomorrow and enjoy it damnit! Good hot dogs, some sides, and a bit of wandering in a new (to us) park. Maybe I should bring some old towels, I bet the tables will be wet… starts list making
Um, no. If I lived in a walled fortress out in the COUNTRY, which would probably be in the COUNTY also, I wouldn’t have to put up with this type of shenanigans, since I would be much farther away from it than living in a suburban neighborhood is. And I would have a wall blocking the view, too. These yahoos need to move to Mars so they don’t bother their neighbors.
Here is a picture of their second bonfire of the year last November, taken from our back patio. The first one was on the Fourth of July, and it got out of control, lighting off their pile of illegal fireworks, some of which launched into neighboring yards and onto adjacent roofs. We called the fire department for this one, and they were yelling at the firemen “It’s not a BIG fire!”.
If any of you hear about a woman assaulting a man on a flight to O’Hare, it was totally justified. Dude reeks of so much cologne that it was overpowering just walking maybe 10’ behind him to the gate. If I’m sitting close enough to him to smell that stink, I’m seriously going to snap.
Hey asshole, fuck you. And to the woman traveling with him - your nose is probably desensitized to it by now, what with the trip to the airport with him, going through security, etc, but fuck you too for letting him inflict that shit on everyone else.
That was you? I heard you on the radio. True, he hardly let you say anything. But I’m still jealous. It still sounds like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to me. Glad you and your family enjoyed it.
Calling my daughter to ask for advice on how to reduce the $403/month child support for your daughter is not cool. Even though your un-employment has run out after 99 months.
Well, that was a hell of a disappointing end to a great season - Calgary Roughnecks lacrosse team loses 11-19. At one point, our goalie scored on himself when he dropped the pass he was about to make. :smack: Our boys played like they had never played lacrosse before - they just couldn’t seem to get in the groove at all.
How is it that there are three people living here and only one person loads and unloads the dishwasher? If I had to wash all the dishes by hand I’d probably have to hurt somebody.
Fungus gnats? If it’d be too much hassle (or too disruptive to the plants if they’re already big) to repot everything, you can try a few other things:
Sticky yellow strips to catch the flying adults.
Slices of raw potato on top of the soil to attract the larvae. Pick up the slices once a day and replace them with new ones until no more larvae appear on the undersides.
Widget is headed for three. She’s way ahead on language, always has been. And we have never, ever spoken baby talk to her. I loathe and despise all that ‘Did oo see a ickle doggie-woggie? Oo did! Ess oo did!!!’ bullshit. What’s the point? How on earth is ‘doggie-woggie’ easier than ‘dog’, or ‘brmm-brmm’ easier than ‘car’, for a kid who’s just learning to talk? Or is it nothing to do with the kid’s needs, you’re just teaching the kid to talk that way because awww it’th jutht adowable ithn’t oo pweciouth? Because actually it’s not cute at all, it makes me want to stick my fingers down my throat. And that’s just the kid. Whoever’s teaching the kid that shit makes me want to give them a swift kick in the shins.
So. Up until a few months ago, Widget didn’t know a single word of adowable baby talk. The nearest she got was ‘bunny’. Then she started daycare. And now she says ‘doggie’ and ‘dolly’ and ‘bickie’. I know she’s getting some of those from the other kids, but at least ‘dolly’ is from the teachers or whatever they’re called.
It’s a DOLL, dammit. And isn’t daycare supposed to be improving her language skills, not covering them in sticky corrosive strawberry-puke-pink gloop until she becomes unintelligible? Is there a good reason why I’m having to painstakingly re-teach my kid words that she’s known for two years?
I would say something except she only has a few weeks left there, plus I really like the teachers apart from that, so I’m getting the rant out of my system here instead.
If I lived in a walled fortress out in the COUNTRY, which would probably be in the COUNTY also, I wouldn’t have to put up with this type of shenanigans, since I would be much farther away from it than living in a suburban neighborhood is. And I would have a wall blocking the view, too. 
These yahoos need to move to Mars so they don’t bother their neighbors.