I don’t know if she allows indexing. She very much controls her “name brand”. She wrote a book, after all. Using posts from both the website and the forum as fodder. Plus some of the more interesting threads have been deleted a few years back when the forum was really being read.
Most people don’t but 90 percent of phone books these days are printed by private advertising companies and there the worst ever cause they only list places that pay them…
How about an opt-out?
Cat Whisperer, I know you’re in Canada, not the States, but you can still opt-out here, instead.
Whoo hoo! I have opted out! Thanks!
rant:
conservatives. illogic. illiberals. security forces. deaths. gunshots.
all. every. one.
good. bad.
lol
That wasn’t comprehensive.
no
Well, at least try2b…
Sounded like a little poem to me.
Me too, but I’m afraid that the halfwit who was driving the truck is not going to bother with such things.
No, probably not, but hey, at least we tried! 
Day seven of no newspaper delivery. After phone calls Monday and yesterday, a guy came to the house and hand delivered both ays. I called the publisher’s office again this morning, and the guy just showed up with a hand delivered paper. I told the woman at the publisher’s office that I will be calling her tomorrow if we don’t get delivery.
I just had a horrible trip to a conference. I’ve been up now pretty close to non stop for 54+ hours. Too tired to even write a full rant about it.
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They are closing the Lil’Wrekker’s dorm for the summer. I have to go help her move her junk to summer digs. She is due to start her summer courses June 1ish. She has a little job too. I told her to find boxes and start packing it up. I know she hasn’t done it, I just know. I am gonna get down there and have to do it all by myself. At least it’s only one room. Maybe it won’t kill me. And then I’ll have to move it back in the fall. Jeez, I love my life.
It wasn’t very comprehensible, either.
He probably wasn’t trying that hard…
For purposes of drying laundry, mainly sheets (always) and towels (weather permitting), I have a retractable clothesline that stretches across my back yard. It’s roughtly 35 feet between where it starts and where the other end attaches, so I bought a 40-foot one. It has an anchor so if I don’t need the whole length, which I don’t, it won’t just collapse under the weight of the laundry on the line.
So. The one I replaced, which lasted 10 years, was fine. The new one, which looks identical, is terrible. I attach it, make it taut, anchor it. At this point it is as high above my head as I can reach. Let’s say 7 feet. I hang one bath towel on it. Now it’s at face level. I hang another bath towel on it. Neck level. I hang two hand towels on it. Chest level. I hang a bath mat and two washcloths. Waist level.
Keep in mind, before I started hanging things on it, it was a taut as I could get it. This fucking clothesline is STRETCHING. I know it has to have a little bit of stretch in order not to break. The old one did, too.
But damn. If I wanted to drape my laundry across the ground I would not have bought a clothesline!
It sagged so much I thought, “Well, maybe I didn’t anchor it and the full 40 feet is coming out.” Nope. It’s still anchored. I had to find a Y-shaped branch and stick it in the middle of the line to hold it up. It looks pretty tacky, but I guess so does a clothesline in the first place (but nobody can see it except the guys working on my next-door neighbor’s roof, and people in my house, who don’t care as they are tacky people).
When my kid pulled that stuff, I’d say “I’ll come and help IF you’ve made a good start packing. If not, I’ll go get coffee and wait til you’re ready for me to move things. Boxing things up ain’t my job, it’s yours, kiddo, and I’m not going to reward your procrastination by doing it for you.
Now, where’s a good coffee joint nearby? 'Cause I think I’ll be spending a good chunk of time there…”
This worked with my daughter, because she’d reply “Nuh-uh, I’m almost all packed!” even though she hadn’t started before I’d “dared” her. I knew she’d be spending a late night “cramming” (things into boxes) before I arrived.
Had some friends about 20 years ago who were living in a farmhouse about 5 miles outside a small town, 100 miles from the cities. The husband had been living with friends in the city for a week or something like that after he got a new job and they decided they needed to move back closer to his job.
So he hadn’t been home in a week before the move and his wife assured him that everything would be ready. A bunch of us drove down there to help out.
She hadn’t packed a damn thing. Apparently assumed that we’d all do it for her, with zero provided boxes. The move consisted of us all just throwing everything unpacked into the backs of our pickup trucks, driving to their new apartment and unloading everything into their living room. People left in a damned hurry after that, because everyone was pissed off at her lack of effort and the amount of work it pushed off onto everyone else.
I think everyone has stories of showing up to help someone move and they aren’t even close to ready. This is one of my least favourite things that other people do - if people are helping you move, they’re helping you take boxes to the truck, and take them from the truck into the new place - they aren’t showing up to help you pack and clean!
I happen to be a helluva packer. My whole family knows my secret. So guess who gets asked to all the packing and moving parties? I have seriously considered a career path as a pro-packer. But damn it’s getting old. I will get to her dorm and she will be sitting in the floor alphabetizing her greeting cards or counting unmatched socks. I just know I am in for it. So predictable me, I ordered some boxes and bought some plastics tubs and tape today. I swear this is the last time. Well, I will get to pull out her winter stuff out so I can bring it home to store. Oh, god stop me, I just added a new job to the list!