Slept like crap last night, awake thinking about our new house and move this weekend. Starting to get a cold. Woke up late. It’ll be all right, just have some coffee. Mmmm…coffee.
Wife made it too strong. Morning back to suck.
Bright side: wife made coffee.
Fuck people who lie on their adoption forms in order to adopt a dog they shouldn’t. Fuck them for giving the address of a friend when they are really homeless and fuck them for bringing back a dog that was perfectly good when it left the shelter in unadoptable shape.
Fuck people who assure and reassure the adoption counselor that they understand a dog’s special needs. Fuck them for then putting that dog in the exact situation they promised they wouldn’t, and then returning the dog for reacting exactly as they were told it would react.
Oh, and fuck people who are told they can’t adopt a certain dog, who then send in a friend who looks better on paper to adopt said dog for them…and then return said dog because they can’t handle him. Why do you think we told you to find a different dog to adopt?
I hate people.
Slightly different situation, Rhiannon, but similar outcomes: Hubby and I were talking to a good friend last night. Friend breeds, socializes, and trains working canines, mostly for police agencies. Friend is trying to find a good partner for one of his dogs that has been returned twice, because idiot handlers tell AJ that they want a really “hard” dog - that is, a very driven, smart, and aggressive dog - and then they can’t handle said animal. It’s so not fair to the dog, to spend a month with one wannabe handler, then back to the kennel, then another wannabe, back to the kennel, etc. AJ was looking for Tony’s help in placing this poor dog, because Tony handled it’s grand-sire, and might be able to recommend a handler who actually knows what s/he’s doing versus these guys (and it’s always guys) who think that being a K9 handler is all about machismo instead of experience, patience, and many, many hours of training together…
Rhetorical question:
If you are a non-paying guest in someone else’s home, do you:
a. Complain about the menu provided by your hosts (but still manage to eat everything not nailed down, without asking whether someone has plans for it)?
b. Complain that your hosts won’t let you drive the vehicle that hosts’ son has worked to pay for and insure?
c. Complain that your bed is uncomfortable?
d. Complain that the bedroom provided is too hot?
e. Complain about the water pressure in the shower?
f. Complain that the internet connection is temporarily too slow to play video games, because the son of the house is uploading a major project to qualify for an engineering enrichment summer program?
g. Choose not to apply for the majority of part-time local jobs, because you just can’t stand the thought of working fast food, even though you have ZERO income, virtually no work experience other than fast food, and no prospects outside of a relatively menial job, because you’re in school and need an employer who will work around your class schedule?
h. None of the above?
If your answer is H, you obviously aren’t my houseguest!
Grrrr.
And there goes a same bus riding, same company working ‘friend’.
Why no, I don’t want to hang around with someone so filled with hate that they think standing around the transit station spewing right wing misinformation and then wishing someone would assassinate the President is a great idea. Especially when they don’t get the verbal and non-verbal clues that their comments are unwelcome and keep pushing it.
I don’t care who the President is or what party he belongs to. Spending 60-90 seconds going on and on about how you want someone to assassinate him is not cool and I don’t want any part of you.
I moved to Los Angeles (from Northern Virginia) in early July and it took me over a month to stop coughing every time I tried to breathe in the brown air.
Vehicle #1 has something wrong with the front end that apparently is common in Transits and we cannot get parts until at least next month. Said van is now parked in the driveway. Vehicle #2 is packed up for the trip to Vegas for three trials, and when I go to start it, the battery is dead. $230 later it is ready to go, but traffic sucks so bad now I decide to wait until later to leave. Just in time to spend an hour and a half on the Cajon pass because someone did something stupid in front of a semi, which is now all over the freeway. Get into Vegas (actually Boulder City) at 2:30 am, sleep in the back seat (badly) instead of setting up the trailer. Get up five hours later, dog figures out a new way to flunk.
And I do this for fun …
I’ve now been waiting since May do a rejection I was promised in 90 days. Chased up, expecting to be smacked down at any moment.
The time difference is the real killer. I usually wake up to a no in my inbox.
And, while I’m at it, a big ‘fuck you’ to predictive text and to international flights with a baby.
You may PM me about mommy stuff any time. I am pro-vaccine, pro-sleep training, pro-whatever-works.
And… the car is in the shop. May be $1000-1200. Awesome day.
I don’t have any idea how you’re possibly tolerating that little fucker. You are an angel on top of a saint.
Simple surgery today to fix a leak in my fistula.
Well, that was the plan.
I now have an 8" incision down my entire forearm.
Thirty minutes turned into two hours.
A kid who was cool babysitting her mom turned into a nervous wreck.
Oh, and the anesthesia wore off earlier than it should have.
I fucking hate children’s birthday parties. I hate, hate, hate them. Not because of the children. Not because of the planning. Because of the parents who refuse to fucking RSVP. I seriously don’t give a shit how many kids show up (preschoolers don’t tend to take up much room) - I just need to know whether they’re coming up or not, for Pete’s sake.
It constantly amazes me how shitty people are in general about letting you know if they’re attending an event. At least if it were a friend, I could track them down and ask. I imagine the parents of kids in my daughter’s class would find it a tad odd if I waited outside the door to accost them, though it’s awfully tempting. Too bad work would frown on that.
I get some kind of reactive airway thing, after I’ve had an upper respiratory infection. Makes me cough my brains out for no productive reason. My doctor gives me inhalers for it.
Well, guess what. Shoulda started that inhaler pre-emptively. Am now coughing my brains out an hour past my preferred bedtime. Dammit, dammit, dammit. I am so tired.
Early July this year? Golly when I left LA four years ago the pollution was way down and the air in LA was quite clean. Wonder what happened.
ETA: my allergies are worse here in Austin than they ever were in LA. Cedar fever, anyone?
No, this was years ago.
Ditto. My general take on being a mommy, based on raising my own (six of 'em,) plus a couple of stepsons, plus a random selection of kids who have seen fit to adopt me as Other Mom: Whatever works for you? So long as it doesn’t endanger anyone unnecessarily? Go for it!
Nope. I plan to haunt the little bastard if I happen to die any time soon. Or point and laugh a lot if I’m fortunate enough to witness the lessons the universe owes him.
Honest to Dog: Number 2 Daughter - a kind, empathetic little soul, and far nicer than her mother - observed the other evening: “If you’re gonna run around expecting to be treated like you’re ‘All That and a Bag of Chips?’ You really ought to be at least half ‘that,’ and be willing to work and earn your own bag of chips!”
You know how sometimes you take a pill and it feels like it gets stuck in your throat, except really all it did was irritate the throat lining on the way down?
Yeah. About that. Try to stay upright for about an hour or so after that happens, or you may find yourself, as I did last night, throwing up. Ironically, the pill I took before going to bed was a generic Prilosec, meant to calm stomach acid and prevent that sort of upset.
Note to self: No more pills before bedtime. Or only with eggnog. For some reason, I never get that stuck-in-the-throat feeling when I take pills with eggnog. Too bad it isn’t available year round.
I would be SO happy if eggnog was year round. One of the local markets has a half gallon on sale next week for 3.49—most stores are in the 5.00 range, so guess where I am going…
Can you freeze it?
New Guy and I are breaking up.