I think you’re making the right choice, not going for a nice, romantic private dinner with an old crush. I don’t think you’re a huge dumbass for agreeing in the first place; it sounds like you were being sociable, and as you said, you gave it more thought later on.
I had a tooth pulled yesterday. In the grand scheme of tooth-removal, it’s pretty painless. There’s more irritation at the novocain injection sites than the extraction site, and taking three or four Advil every four hours or so is taking care of most of that.
However, I’m still quite leery of chewing, even on the other side of my mouth. At least until tomorrow or so, when the soreness will have abated a bit and the big crater in my gum will be a little more healed up. I had mashed potatoes for dinner last night, and some chicken soup for lunch.
I AM FUCKING STARVING.
I keep thinking about this, which means it belongs here in the Pit.
I went to a movie-lover’s Meetup this weekend. Didn’t know a soul there, but hey, it was an Experience[sup]TM[/sup].
Why the hell was there a guy in the group who came with a giant gun on his hip, though?! He acted all outraged and shocked when the ticket lady told him he couldn’t bring his weapon into the theater.
Surely, he should have expected that a movie theater–even one in central Virginia–doesn’t necessarily want folks strapped with guns. I’m pretty sure some of them don’t have a problem with it. But I’m guessing enough of them do so that it shouldn’t have been a shock to him to have been turned away.
And surely there was absolutely no need for him to carry a gun up in there in the first place. Maybe he thought he’d be the guy who’d save us from the next Aurora shooter. But I’m thinking he’d be more like this guy.
The rest of the event unfolded uneventfully, thank goodness. But it made me have respect for Meetup organizers and the courage they must have to welcome literally anyone right off the street. I wouldn’t be able to handle such unpredictability.
Oy. Grandma’s funeral was today, and I don’t think I have ever left a funeral before feeling as irritated as I do right now. I could write a book, but I’ll spare you guys and edit it down.
Uncle’s wife managed to make today All About Her. If I never have to hear that woman sing again it’ll be too soon. Sweetie, you ain’t half the singer you think you are, it’s just that everyone is too polite to tell you. My older niece didn’t hold back her opinion though. She covered her ears and made faces every time the singing would start, and the woman just had to [del]screech[/del] sing three times. It was really hard not to laugh.
There were four, yes four different ministers at the service, and each one of them had to preach. Three of them mercifully kept it short. The fourth was a scary fire-and-brimstone type that went on for close to an hour about how we needed to COME TO JESUS because we DO NOT KNOW HOW MUCH TIME WE HAVE!!! My nieces were terrified, the little one was crying and the older one was trying to hide under the pew. The rest of us wanted to make a run for the door, but we were sitting up front so it would’ve been too obvious. After it was finally over boyfriend leans over to me and whispers, “I didn’t know we were coming to a revival?” I said, “Yeah, me either, sorry 'bout that!” Mom overheard and was again trying not to crack up.
It wasn’t all bad though, I got to hang out with my Dad’s awesome cousins who I hardly ever get to see. And I don’t ever have to deal with Uncle’s wife again if I don’t want to. I tolerated her for Grandma’s sake. No more.
I’d like the book, please.
You have my sympathy. What I remember most about getting all my wisdom teeth yanked wasn’t so much the post-op pain, or drooling, or discovering how wonderfully nauseated pain meds make me. It was the OMG WANT FOOD constant protein cravings. I dreamed about steaks. Almost fifteen years later :eek: and I still remember that awful, gnawing, unrelenting hunger.
I’m, uh, gonna go donate some stuff to a local food bank now. 
GAHHH.
The government’s just announced that we’re going to have a referendum on marriage equality (we already have civil unions, which is a good first step). This is good. But some little wankstain from the Institute of Up Its Own Hole was on the news gibbering on about how this is wrong because marriage is all about raising children (so, what, anyone over 45 shouldn’t get married?) and if we have marriage equality then ‘it will be a big, BIG change, especially for The Children!!!’
What the serious fuck was he *talking *about? Every single gay couple in Ireland could get married tomorrow and it wouldn’t change my kids’ lives one iota. Seriously: what the fuck did he think he meant?
I think he meant exactly what he said, unfortunately. Illinois just today passed a new marriage equality law. I caught a tiny, short blurb on the news showing one guy arguing for the law and one guy arguing against. The guy arguing against said something about how much better children do in a home with two biological parents. Um. Okay. So we also need to outlaw: divorce, artificial insemination, step parents, adoption, foster care, and single parenting. Let’s get right on that. Idiot.
My response, which I’ve posted on the dope far too many times and won’t go the full distance this time, is; Then we outlaw all marriage where they are not actively trying to have children and/or have children living in the home. No kids? No marriage. Kids grown up and gone? Marriage dissolved. Done.
If you want to claim that marriage is all about procreation, then let’s take that legal step and MAKE it be all about procreation. Otherwise shut the fuck up.
Word.
I had to strike someone like that off my news feed because it was annoying me. Even worse, it was a Doper. But I do like him otherwise. I just get fed up sometimes.
I love that facebook lets you hide certain people from your news feed.
Yeah, I have two of my mere 44 ‘friends’ hidden because I don’t care for the stupid.
Funny thing is I went on a solid rant about people who do that shit about two weeks ago, outright stated I have two friends who do it and I don’t respect them (but didn’t name them) and practically invited them to drop me as a friend.
Interestingly, someone else did, but even more amusingly, with that small of a friends list, I still haven’t figured out who it was. Obviously not someone important to me.
Edit: Immediately after posting, I figured it out. No loss.
Thing is, most of them don’t know it’s bullshit. I’ve tried to talk to one FB friend about these Obama things she forwards and she is just So Sure that all of them are absolute Truth!
:smack:
So my driver’s license expired on Saturday. No big deal, really, I renewed it online before the deadline, but not in enough time to have the new license mailed to me before my birthday. Sorry, I’ve been busy dealing with the husband’s emergency brain surgery and recovery therefrom, so things have fallen though the cracks. I figure if I get pulled over, I’ll explain to the nice officer what happened, and they will check in the computer and all will be well. Or they’ll write me a ticket and I’ll deal with it later.
But…yesterday I used up the last of my Sudafed! I am currently in the midst of Santa Ana Wind induced allergies, and I need my Vitamin S! I stopped at CVS on the way home, but the nice pharmacist was not able to sell me any because my license was expired! Oh the humanity! And nothing else works for me but Sudafed. That PE crap does nothing, those nose strips badly irritate my skin, and nasal sprays can only be used for a limited time. I got the husband some earplugs so he didn’t have to be so disturbed by my allergy-induced snoring, but that only does so much.
So curse you, meth-heads who prompted the government to make these stupid laws! Curse you all! I want my Sudafed damn it! I just want to breathe…sob…sob…
::stage whisper:: Psst. Hey. You got valid ID on ya? If I give ya a $20 bill, couldya go in there and get me some S? Yeah, the kind behind the counter. The 12 hour stuff. Yeah.
It used to entertain my ex-boss so much when I’d tell her about my back alley deals. Clavamox delivered through 3 people, cats exchanged at rest stops, insulin syringes delivered from Phx in someone’s saddlebags. When I got freshly grown catnip, I’d always give it to her in the alley. It was just so edgy.
Yeah, we didn’t have lives.
Anyhow, Lucky has a full blown URI and his eyes are weepy. I’m good with pills, I’m good with giving shots and sub-q fluids. Eye meds, I’m really bad. It honestly scares me because I’m afraid I’ll poke my struggling victim in the eye and cause damage. Any suggestions as how to do this?
I’m guessing it’s ointment? Sometimes it’s a little less hard to pull the lower lid down with one finger and apply it to the gap. It really doesn’t need to be much, just 1/4 inch. It doesn’t have to go across the whole eyeball, and I always instruct that the tip should never touch the eye anyway, so as long as a dab goes in without getting caught on lashes, you’re good.
Depends on how much of a struggle your Lucky man is willing to put up. I like to use a “bib” with a towel and just drape it across the front so it’s harder for the cat to swat hands, you can scruff and hold the towel together with the same hand, and holding high up on the neck can give some control over the head while you pull a lid down with your pinkie and squirt a dab of ointment with the thumb and forefinger.
Another technique, put a dab onto a clean Q-tip and then dab that onto the inside of the bottom eyelid. I’ve never really seen how this works better than just using the tube, but some seem to prefer it.
Other than those, I got nuthin.
I very seriously hope for a swift death to occur in my kitchen tonight. Mousie is unwelcome. I have two peanut butter baited snap traps in places it’s been seen. I hope to no longer fear for the cleanliness of my counters and floor, the inviolability of my canisters, and when I’m feeling less rational, hantavirus and plague.
I highly recommend the Victor Electronic Mouse Trap if those don’t do the trick. Standard catch-and-release traps didn’t do jack. I finally went and bought this, and the first night, it had been tripped. Turns out it was just one mouse doing all of that pooping in my kitchen. :eek: (Either that or the other mice saw what happens to someone who crosses me, and took off.)
Let’s not forget including widow(er)s with children in “single parenting”. Losing a spouse/parent should mean losing your children/other parent as well, because hey, think of the children!