Aw, I was going to say that I thought the thread title was brilliant.
I went to my first parent-teacher conference today. The slots were 15 minutes long. The mother before me took up 10 minutes of my slot.
And I was out of my conference on time. 5 minutes. Nope, neither of us think my daughter has any issues. Winning at preschool!
And the only thing wrong with the kid whose mother went before me–and I know because I listened to the whole damn thing–was that she has a neurotic, self-absorbed mother. FUCK YOU, lady. Fuck the hell off. I mind. I mind you. I mind the teacher letting you. You are not a fucking special snowflake who gets 2/3s of my daughter’s time.
Except I’m terribly afraid the rest of her school years will be like this, too. Because she, and I, have the sense to get along all right without hand-holding, the resources that ought to be hers will be snatched away by greedy, stupid people.
Unless I learn to snatch them for her. Sigh.
My Staples Advantage inside sales rep is an idiot. Twice I’ve gotten wrong shipments (warehouse’s fault, not his), and twice when the returns were initiated by him, they’ve been for the wrong items. Resulting in one large box sitting in the way in the entryway for 3 weeks and now a 3 week delay in receiving a different item. Derp dude. I send him the exact item numbers and Staples codes and everything he needs and he still fucks it up.
My husband is determined to either piss me off or make me cry today. I don’t know whether it’s him, me, or both of us (I suspect the last.) But I’m done with his shit for the day.
Hon, 'zat you?
Last week was my grandmother’s birthday, so we were all in Barcelona.
My mother’s cleaning lady, Isa, brightly told her “I’ll come water the plants on Saturday!” “Oh, there’s no need, I’m leaving Thursday afternoon and we’ll be back by noon on Monday” “Oh, but you don’t want the plants to, uh, get thirsty or anything.” “:dubious: OK, young lady, what’s up?” “Uh… you know it’s Halloween, right?” “Yeeeeah.” “The area where I live, there’s a ton of young people, tons of children, and you know how it is, one mother does something then the whole herd has to… two years ago there were two children going around, siblings, but last year! It was ring, ring, ring all day long! Can I come here and, uh, dunnow…” “You’ve got keys, you’re perfectly welcome to come make sure the plants are not being watered. Maybe you could check if the TV works, too?” “OK, I will!”
I hope there will soon be some sort of rule in place along the lines of “decorated house: ring, not decorated: do not ring”. Isa gets migraines from hell, too, she’s one of those people who jump any time there is a loud noise (kind of funny, as I’ve known her since we were teenagers and back then she would always push for a louder party).
In which I pit my mom’s hips.
It’s my birthday. For the past 8 years I have spent my birthday at Disneyland. Often alone, sometime with family. My mom called a few days before my birthday, and asked if I was going to Disneyland, and would I like her to go with me. I said yes, and yes. We agreed to meet around park opening time. I have an annual pass, she does not.
She reached me by phone while I was on the tram from the parking structure, and we debated if she should buy a one-park ticket, or a park-hopper ticket. We agreed she should buy a park-hopper ticket, since we both like things in California Adventure.
We stood in line for one ride at Disneyland and it broke down. We stood in line for and enjoyed another ride. We went for lunch. We discussed what to do next, and she said she was starting to have pain in her hips, so she wouldn’t be staying that much longer. We decided to walk to California Adventure, but before we even got out of Disneyland, she had to stop and rest. Her hips hurt and she felt crappy. She decided to go home without ever going to CA. 
She also said this would probably be her last time going to Disneyland. Walking on concrete is just too hard for her. And she’s not even 70 yet!
I was OK with being at Disneyland by myself for the rest of the day, and taking advantage of being a “single rider” (I often go by myself), but I wish my my mom could have stayed longer, especially after paying for a two-park ticket. She did get an “I’m Celebrating” button to go along with my “Its My Birthday” button. 
I had my right hip replaced four weeks ago today. Three days before my first scheduled date for the surgery was Disneyland’s (and my wife’s) birthday, and I brought the family to the park for the day. I never could have managed it had I not rented an ETV to ride around in the park. It was a little pricier than a standard wheelchair, but completely worth it. Perhaps if you and your mom get her an ETV, she can enjoy a full day in a single park next year.
P.S. planning to visit again this Friday, courtesy of some perk coupons Kayla got last month when she started working there. I’ll be pushing kaylasmom in a standard wheelchair, which will serve as a walker for me.
My FIL passed away earlier this year and he was a devout man. There was a mass last night at his church to remember the parishioners that have passed on. What I thought was going to be a mass regarding remembrance, solace and hope was instead about hell, repenting and an unforgiving God. I was hanging onto the pew like I was in a roller coaster car so I wouldn’t leave in the middle.
My PCP is also a friend/beer drinking buddy. When I bitched about medication costs he explained an alternate purchasing plan, which has worked very well. (I buy a bottle of 100 Losartan and snap them in half, getting 200 doses for about what the pharmacy charged me for 30 50 mg tabs)
When I asked him if it was legal, he glared at me and snarled, “do I look like a fucking lawyer to you?”
Can medical science do something about the mystery illness that strikes in my area only on Mondays and Fridays?
On those two days, the commute to work is a breeze. Today, not only had everyone recovered from the preceding two workdays’ illness, but people who evidently hadn’t been out in years were clogging the roads.*
*maybe they were potheads eager to vote early and often for Ohio’s marijuana referendum.
This proud Pennsylvanian pothead voted this morning already, with my choices solely determined by their effect on marijuana law reform.
Here in Virginia we get to “enjoy” Silly Season every freaking year thanks to the offset between federal, state, county and local election cycles. That’s pit the first.
Pit the second are the idiots who stand outside the polling place trying to hand out party cheat sheets. I don’t know the official term for those things, but they’re basically “hey, if you don’t know who to vote for, vote for these guys”. Fuck you and your little papers trying to tell me how to vote. Die in hell.
Ah. :o Well, who would think of 70 for a temperature in Minnesota in November? Enjoy!
I had a guy ask me if I needed a sheet telling me who was pro-life. I thought a second, then took it. Handy to make sure I wasn’t voting for anyone on the list!!
Today is Election Day!
I got a text message from the state attorney general reminding me to vote.
If this were a normal day-- and not a day I’d called in sick-- I’d have voted before I got the text, because I would have voted before work.
I did vote, but not because of the text message.
I pit monthly mini-trans threads with shitty titles. So there!
That’s horrible.
I’m sorry for your loss, and for your misfortune in having to be present for that service.
I often wonder why people don’t simply get up and walk out of crap like that.
Hell, if anyone tries that crap at my parent’s funerals, I will be the first person to step up and tell them that what they’re doing is unacceptable and they’re done now.
I think it’s called electioneering and may be illegal depending on the state.