No, New Jersey. Maybe he was traveling. 
So, I just asked a friend in the business about where people usually put their wheel keys. Glove box, console, somewhere by their spare tire or on their keyring. The more creative sort of people will use a magnet to hide it somewhere, or will leave it at home, which is pretty stupid IMO.
From what he’s told me, this is a constant problem in the business. People drop their cars off and don’t remember to give the techs the keys and fobs to unlock the things that need to be worked on.
So, don’t blame the tech. He realized that he couldn’t unlock the wheels and didn’t have time to search your car. He told his boss who then dropped the ball.
But yeah, I can sure see why you were annoyed. All it would have taken to fix things was one phone call.
Maggie will be a just fine kitteh. I’m amazed that she’s getting fixed on a Sunday, are you taking her to a spay/neutor clinic or to your vet? Either way, that’s amazing service. She’s going to be just fine. If its a s/n clinic…those guys have it down. If its your vet, you should be able to get some pain meds for aftercare.
Some vets will fix rescue kittens at 6 weeks. Its amazing, they have surgery in the morning and are bouncing around just a few hours later.
Shares a secret for those who are amazed at people like me who can pick up a kitten at adoptions and tell the sex without looking…all I have to do is feel their tummy. A shaved tummy is a little girl.
Our sick kittehs are in lock up right now. 3 sick cats in less than a week means we need to take extreme measures. This really sucks. We don’t want them shedding sickness all over the place, so they have to stay in one room for the next 2 weeks.
Well, Maggie is clearly past the 6 month mark. It is 3 months now I’ve had her, and she’s somewhere between 9 and 10 pounds, seems to have leveled off. Obviously still adolescent, as her head needs to catch up to the body size.
You know, it’s not my culture and I don’t know the rules or intricacies of it, but damn… Black kid in the apartment on the end. I hear him talking to all manner of people, including his own father. Normal sounding kid. Then his friend comes over, and these two dipshits become walking, talking stereotypes, trying so hard to out do each other with the Chicago/black/gangsta speech patterns and behaviors. Out in the hall, making a rather loud show of it in the parking lot out back…
I am desperately trying not to panic. My youngest is about 2 and a half. We took her for speech eval last month because we had some concerns about her vocabulary. The therapist wrote she “demonstrates a moderate-severe disorder of expressive and receptive language.” She starts her first speech therapy session tomorrow. Please tell it’s going to be okay and she will be all caught up by her third birthday in April. She has no signs of autism, motor skills or problems with her hearing.
Eh, just teach her Interpretive Dance… 
Take a picture of them. Or at least fake taking a picture of them. You’ll have evidence of who they are and that they are actually IN the street, plus you’ll get them worried.
Dear god all I have to do put on Dora or the Backyardigans. She’s a little wiggling machine.
She probably won’t be caught up by her birthday, but may very well be by the time she starts school. My son loved his speech therapist and therapy and it worked wonders. Don’t freak out and she won’t, either. 
Why don’t I get all the good channels with all the good shows? I’ve been watching “House of Cards” with Kevin Spacey, and it’s so freaking good! All the good shows are on the channels I don’t get! I want, like, five channels that have all the good shows, and instead I get 100 channels I don’t want!
Jerks.
Ehrm. House of Cards is a Netflix only show. It was only ever on Netflix, which is why it was so groundbreaking that it got nominated for Emmys, not being a “TV show.”
Sending good thoughts to your household and your daughter.
Also, my sister (second oldest sister, born in 1965) didn’t begin talking until she was about two years old. She’s fine, fully functional, and has raised two kids to successful adulthood.
Why does she need to learn how to talk if she has older sibs who will do it for her?
If she needs a drink, her older sib will tell you. If she is hungry, her protective sibs will get her food.
You are raising good kids who will take care of their little sister. They talk for her because they love her. She doesn’t talk because she doesn’t need to.
You’re getting your logic on my ranting.
Fucking yeast infections waking me up in the middle of the night. At least this time I remembered that the grocery store was right down the street from me is open 24 hours instead of driving halfway across town to the Wal-mart like I did the last time an illness woke me up in the middle of the night.
Also, why must these things wake me up on a work night? I have to go in and be pleasant to people on very little restful sleep.
And my work coffee cup got chipped in the dishwasher so I spilled coffee all over myself yesterday. At least the kitchen guys found the piece that broke off so I can fix it.
Snarl, hiss, and all that.
The therapist would appear to present a moderate-severe disorder of interpretative vocabulary as well as somewhat excessive syllabization. IOW: ok, ok, so that’s the technical terms, but would it be so difficult to speak in a way that doesn’t trigger White Coat Syndrome?
Flatlined saved me from writing this:
but c’mon, I’m not going to spare you the whole thing!
SiL was kind of worried because “girls talk sooner than boys” and, while The Kidlette had vocalized a lot sooner than The Kidlet, she was not doing anything a person other than him would recognize as talking. Once SiL realized that Big Bro was a built-in translator she decided not to have The Kidlette checked until after starting pre-k.
Big Bro wasn’t around in pre-k, The Kidlette never even got checked. I’m more and more convinced she has a future in politics: speech problems will certainly not be an issue.
Since your kid’s hearing is fine and she has built-in translators, here’s to hoping and believing everything will be all right. Save this thread for when she talks so much you want to strangle her
Can we stop the drama co-workers? Stop being rude to each other. We’ve all got shit going on. Illness, bills, dashed expectations, sleep deprivation… We are all butthurt all around. Get over it and do your jobs.
Do you wonder why people don’t want to talk to you? Think about what you normally have to talk about. Are you bitching about work, your kids, government, television, kids today in general, all the things listed above? Is that ALL YOU EVER TALK ABOUT? Then maybe that’s why you are avoided and frequently ignored. Maybe that’s why your attempts to begin conversation are met with noncommittal grunts and a hasty retreat.
My wife, I love you. But work with me here. I’m not happy you are home with our newborn while I work any more than you are. You are clearly overwhelmed at times and its killing me to see it. But just because our moms are useless for help doesn’t mean we can’t find you some help. They aren’t the only people who can help get you through the day when you feel trapped. It doesn’t make any sense to reject seeking out groups of moms for a little bit of community because the people you think should be helpful aren’t. I can’t be home as much as you and I want because I have a store to run. I’m seriously starting to resent not being able to tell you how guilty you make me feel about not being at home because you are SO fucking fragile. It sucks when you get to talk bout all your feelings, but when I try tell you how that stuff affects me, suddenly I’m not listening. You just want me to listen. And I can do that, because its important, but its not fair that I have to sit on it. And I’m reduced to bitching anonymously on the Internet because I feel guilty about wanting to see a friend to vent because I’d be leaving you alone again and I don’t want you to resent me for neon able to leave.
I don’t really feel that much better now either. Fuck.
One of the things that has really bothered me in my relationships, not only intimate relationships but family and friend relationships, is this idea that women are able to vent and be listened to and given sympathy, but men need to shut the hell up and bottle up their feelings and frustrations and “be strong”, because apparently, we aren’t allowed to have emotions or feelings or frustrations. And if you insist that you do have these things, it causes other people to become angry with you and tell you to shut up and put other people’s pain and emotions ahead of your own. :rolleyes:
Yeah, your wife is going through a lot, and I appreciate that she’s stressed out and feeling all manner of emotions and frustrations. But like you said, she’s turning away from open doors just because one door is closed. That and she isn’t making the effort to understand that this is all hard on you too. This is not a good combination.
I totally agree that you have a very valid point here, and that that societal double standard is harmful to both sexes.
That said, women can get hit with something very similar. My husband is out of work, and most of the people we know are (understandably) very concerned about his emotional well-being. That’s reasonable. Problem is, no one seems to be aware that I’m here and having problems, I’m expected to just focus on him, and not be so selfish as to have my own emotional issues in a bad situation.
And it sucks because you ARE concerned and you ARE there for him. But somehow you are being selfish…ugh. It hurts sometimes.
To the point that I’m falling apart, but it’s somehow selfish of me to even think about my own needs. 