My office is busy and noisy with people conferring on projects and having intense, loud conference calls. I’m happy when lunchtime comes so I can get away from the mosh pit.
Except the lunch place (Panera) is starting to sound more like an office. The place is full of people working on laptops, having business meetings, making noisy phone calls through their Bluetooths (Blueteeth?). When did restaurants become such high-intensity, stressful places? My stomach is in knots after eating there.
I think I’m going to start bringing in PBJs and eating in my car in the parking garage.
I’ll try. I’m taking Allegra OTC but it’s expensive and I don’t take it everyday. I didn’t take it yesterday… and that happened
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Me too. I’m incredibly disappointed to find that some people who I really like, or was besties with when we were kids, are so gullible and occasionally so narrow-mindedly hateful. It only adds to my hermit tendencies because right now I just … I just can’t with it all.
One of my best friends from college, got married moved to Hawaii. We kept in touch as much as we could.( I was living all over). Once I flew to Hawaii,I and took her to a resort. Her husband was dying of mouth cancer. Anyhoo, some kind insult or something must of been said. Real or imagined, And I’ve been totally cut off. He brother told me when her husband passed. I asked her and I think it’s that she thinks a Republican or something…but I’m not…oh well. Her loss. But I’m sad about it.
We were out late last night, then this morning the dogs woke us up to see the sun rise. My gf suggested we go for a dawn horseback ride since we were up anyway. I was riding Jake, a Tenessee Walker, with the smoothest gait around.
While I was watching a Great Blue Heron off to my right, I got cracked on the side of my head by a tree branch that I should have seen and avoided. Once my gf knew I wasn’t too seriously hurt, she erupted with laughter. She saw it occur, and she even yelled for me to look out, but I wasn’t wearing my hearing aid. I believe they call it “getting your bell rung”.
I hear you. I’ve had to severely restrict contact with my best friend from back in middle school and one of my favorite uncles because of their behavior.
I’ve gotten to the point where I think I have more people on “ignore” on Facebook than who I actually see their posts. Every now and then I peek in on them and see that they’re still acting the same way so I don’t unblock them. My Facebook feed is full of funny pictures, cat videos, and hockey stuff anymore and I’m OK with that.
It would have been funnier if your head had reverberated like a proper bell, cartoon-like! Glad you’re OK, though. A horseback ride in the countryside at dawn and the sight of a Great Blue Heron sounds perfectly lovely. I’d have been willing to endure a (minor) bonk on the head for that!
Up until about 7 years ago, all of the map appliances and apps had me living in the middle of a creek about 4 miles up the road from my actual home.
Have you actually gone to a flophouse and inquired whether they participated in league sports as children? No? Hi thee and thy prepubescent progeny to the soccer pitch post haste woman! Before it’s too late!
My miniest of rants. I’m staying at a $200/night hotel for work for several weeks. Is it too much to expect something better than John Wayne toilet paper* that shreds down the middle when someone uses it?
It’s rough. It’s tough. And it don’t take shit off nobody.
We’ve had several workers come by the house the last couple of weeks and their GPS invariably tells them to go down the street instead of stopping at our house. They have to call to let me know they’re lost. Well, no, you’re not. You’re on the right street, just look at the house numbers and backtrack.
Decided this morning, for various reasons, that I’ve really missed having a toaster oven. So I hopped over to Prime Now to have one delivered by this evening. It arrived well within the scheduled time frame, the driver was super nice, and the box was actually in good shape. I got it inside and opened it…it was very, very used. Burned food was caked around the burners, the top was covered in sticky foulness, and there were dents all over it. :mad: Doubled-checked the Prime Now listing…this definitely should have been a new appliance. Fortunately, Amazon customer service was very quick about processing a refund.
While I was reboxing the nasty toaster oven and setting it in the garage in anticipation of its return to UPS, I noticed my old toaster oven sitting with the pile of stuff to take to the recycling center. What the heck, I thought, maybe I can repair it instead of buying a new toaster oven. So I get the model information, and start searching online…apparently the only repair parts you can buy for this heap are the knobs, the handle, the feet, and the rack/crumb tray assembly.
I pit drivers that tailgate the last of a pack of motorcycles.
Hey dum dum the last biker can’t ride any faster——they are keeping pace with the lead biker who 15 bikes ahead of him. And the lead biker has no idea you are tailgating the last guy so he’s not going to speed up either.
Yes, it’s inconvenient they are in the left lane. This is because for maximum safety the pack has to maintain a constant speed and can’t keep slowing down or passing slower vehicles.
This isn’t Grandma Kettle going 40 mph in the passing lane you are trying to bully out of the way. You are risking multiple lives with this aggressive behavior.
Back off, and get into one of the right hand lanes and you’ll eventually pass the motorcycles.
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Glad you’re OK, though. A horseback ride in the countryside at dawn and the sight of a Great Blue Heron sounds perfectly lovely. I’d have been willing to endure a (minor) bonk on the head for that!