don’t know if it will help but when I was a kid mt parents told me I didn’t have to go to sleep but I had to get in bed. I could play with my dolls or read books or whatever but I had to get in bed. They have told me that often when they would go to bed they would hear me reading to my dolls.
I am still a night owl in a family of larks.
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My cat is missing and I have a bad feeling about it 
He’s indoor/outdoor, so he knows his way around the world, but also has plenty of opportunities to get in trouble. But he’s very smart and never truly has before.
Usually he hangs out inside until evening and then prowls at night. Recently, a friend of mine gave me a bunch of wet food that her cats didn’t like and it took about three seconds for mine to develop a “It’s 8:00, where’s my wet food?” routine. It was a big bag of food so because I have no sense, I let him establish that routine pretty firmly. 8:00 today rolls around and he’s nowhere to be found. I realize I haven’t seen him at all today and go looking… and he’s not anywhere.
He’s the best cat ever and I adore him… and he always comes running when I call him from outside or the basement (all the other rooms are too small for him to get lost in) so this is very unusual. He’s very chatty and friendly and he’s without-a-doubt mine- I’m his favorite person. So while he’s independent, he’s not the kind of cat that would just leave.
I’m so afraid he’s dead and I’m never going to find him. To me, that would be worse than having him dead and knowing…
It’s only been one day, so I’m not giving up or anything yet, but I’m worried. I’ve taken the dog on like five walks through the neighborhood tonight (since about 10) hoping to find him and there’s no sign. I’m going to go out one more time and look in places he normally would never ever go. Maybe take a flashlight with me.
He’s the only cat I’ve ever had and the only pet who has ever been MINE. Plus, he’s a nearly perfect animal- sweet and affectionate while still being a tough guy with a lot of personality. He doesn’t even cough up hairballs.
eta: and my knee really hurts, which makes walking around the neighborhood unpleasant
Sending good wishes your way! Having been thru the missing kitty thing myself, I know that awful feeling. Mine turned out fine - hope yours does too!
We (family) just had that happen with a cat. Vanished, without a trace, for a week. Just when all hope was gone, she came sauntering into the yard as if she’d never been away. Outdoor privileges were suspended for quite some time after that! My own cat is indoor only: between cars and coyotes, I’d never have a moment’s peace.
He’s back! Oh frabjous day! And he seems just fine
OK, I guess I can watch your baby even though I hate kids, have no experience with babies, have no idea what to do with your baby if anything should happen, have no idea how to feed your baby, etc etc. You’ll be back in an hour? OK, I guess.
Oh, you went to a CONCERT? That’s nice. Thanks for being FOUR HOURS LATE. And drunk. Really, I had nothing better to do tonight other than listen to your stinky fucking insect shriek like Banshee from the X-Men for four hours.
Oh, and thanks for laughing at me b/c I was wearing the fucking Bjorn Borg thing like a backpack. How the fuck should I know it goes on the front?
Yay for kitty!
wonderfull!! :D:D
Damned acid reflux. It hurts. I mean, when you talk about heartburn? It burns and a burning in the center of your chest is a bad thing.
Pile this onto a bad cough from a stupid summer cold which has me coughing up neon green gunk and it’s just really kind of miserable, thank you.
It’s making me haul my uninsured butt to the doctor (another $75 I didn’t have to spend right now) tomorrow for some prescription drugs. Of course, he’ll probably want to prescribe something that costs $2 per pill. I can coax $60 a month out of my budget if I… stop eating so many meals. One meal a day should be sufficient, right? Might keep the acid in check, at least, then I wouldn’t need the pricey purple pills.
We’re not even touching the suspicious bathtub drowning death of my 30 year old cousin this morning, because I don’t even come close to having the energy to deal with that.
Do you have a rational one as well, or is it the same one and she just takes turns with herself?
Jeepers. Leaving a baby for five hours with someone who knows that little about them sounds like a really bad idea. Whatever possed her that you were the best person for the job? Seriously, I don’t like kids either, and I’m not sure I’d know how to change a diaper, but even I know those baby-wrap things put the baby in front. If the baby’s dad isn’t more sober&responsible, can you have a chat with the grandparents or something?
Oh, I was certainly the last resort - she tried all the sitters, blah blah. I’m not about to talk to her family about it - that’s not really my business.
Why do you have to make her go to bed? All that’s doing is making a battle for her and for you. Do what the other poster said, go to bed but not to sleep. And then make it CLEAR that she has to get up in the morning. She can’t skip school or sleep really really late. Let her see the consequences of her own actions instead of making it into a battle.
To my next-door neighbor: yes, your dog is a wonderful, sweet, gorgeous boy. That does NOT mean you should be breeding him! I kind of wondered why you didn’t have him neutered when he was a puppy, but figured you might just be one of those “but I couldn’t do it to another male” morons. Since the only other dog you have is also male (and neutered, since he came from animal control), I was really hoping you wouldn’t turn into a backyard breeder. But noooooooo … today I saw your new puppy … a teeny 6-week-old female that you plan on breeding to your boy. sigh WHY??
I don’t know if I want to even try to educate you about pet overpopulation and all that jazz, or go in to how you should wait until the female is at least two before you breed her (because breeding a 9-month-old dog is like impregnating a 12-year-old girl), or just shake my head and keep my mouth shut. At the very least, I’ll try to dig up all the information I can find on what you need to do if you do breed, and what sort of horrible catastrophes can occur. Maybe that would scare you out of it? I don’t know.
But you’re moron jackass for wanting to breed them anyway.
(AFAIK, they’re not papered, shown, tested, trialled, or even really all that well trained, so we’re not talking about losing valuable genes here. Just trying to make a buck, like all the rest of them.)
I haqd to go to the doctor without insurance before, when the office realized I was paying out of pocket, they arranged for me to see the nurse practicioner and gave me medication out of their samples to cover me from having to have a prescription. I hope your doctor is as helpful and you recover quickly.
Goddammit, CNN, the man is dead and (almost) buried. Can you give the fuckin’ Michael Jackson news a fuckin’ rest?
“Next, on Larry King: Michael Jackson’s doctor defends himself against charges of murder. Also, Latoya!”
“This is Lou Dobbs. Tonight we explore Michael Jackson’s role in today’s illegal alien crisis: Who really pruned the trees at Neverland?”
“Candy Crowley, what’s the latest on Michael Jackson?” “Well, he’s still dead and three days have come and gone. Oh well, perhaps when Bono dies…”
+1 JohnT.
Enough also about his poor children. Let them get on with whatever lives they can salvage for themselves.
I can understand why people found him irritating. Hell, I found him irritating. But I had a lot of respect for a guy who worked his fucking ass off to get what he had and then BANG. Out. Three year old daughter left behind. I felt kind of bad for him.
To my co-worker/underling: When I ask you to do something, that does not mean you should immediately ask me for a smoke break. Or tell me you were just about to do that because 1) you already saw that it needed doing, or 2) you always do that and don’t you do a good job?
Also, attempting to finish my sentences usually makes you look like a rude little prick because you haven’t got a lick of fucking sense. And it makes me look like a dick because then I get pissed, slow down and talk to you like the sticky little puddin’ pop that you are.
Also, customers do not want to hear about your choice of cigarettes. Or the fact that you can’t afford them. Or that you can’t afford to get drunk tonight. Or your opinions on Michael Jackson. Or your opinions on the supernatural. In fact, if you would shut the fuck up and disabuse yourself of the notion that you are an expert on anything and everything, you would stop fucking up your minimum wage, boxmonkey job and my boss and I wouldn’t have to explain to you about your embarrassing mistakes.
Fuck you, you brainless, classless, five-foot stack of misplaced angst, bad jokes and patchy, poorly managed facial hair.
I was driving to work at about 7:30 yesterday morning and saw two biggish dogs sniffing around in a parking lot in a not-so-good neighborhood. Apparently strays.
This morning one of them was dead in the street.
I pit myself for not calling animal control, though I didn’t know the name of the cross street and the dogs surely would have been gone by the time anyone would have shown up. I feel terrible. Poor doggie. I wonder what happened to his friend.