I pit you, because you just wanted to make me jealous, and you succeed. dang you with the fury of a thousand dangs.
ps sounds like alot of fun, and filed away for my own road trip ideas!
That cite/site scared the shit out of me!
I feel like I should be talking to Joel Bornstein or something.
Dear friend who lives on the West Coast:
We live in the Midwest. You know this. I know you work 3rd shift, and that you may find this a good time to text or call us. I also know that we’ve told you to never call/text after 10 pm Central time. My husband’s parents are both very old and rather ill, and any time we get a late night call, we expect that it’s terrible news.
That request goes for Friday nights too, because often my husband works on Saturdays.
So why in the name of all that’s good and holy did you text after 1 am our time last night/this morning?! I wasn’t able to get back to sleep for over an hour later because the sound startled me out of a deep sleep.
Dear Idiot Brother,
If you don’t want to seem like a whackjob then don’t fucking send me emails with websites like this one.
You clearly have no reasoning skills whatsoever.
I’m preparing the room in my basement as we speak. Once our parents pass on I fully expect you will need it.
I hate international phone rates. I wanna call my Canadian friend up, but Tmobile will gauge me. I haven’t talked to her in a long time and I really miss her. She’s one of the few people who understand me as I am, who I don’t feel like I have to dumb it down, or classy it up.
I don’t understand why calling a couple thousand miles to California would be free, but calling 500 miles to Toronto are is so expensive.
I dunno about you, but I’ve certainly never heard it before. 
Translation, please?
IIRC, Orange slices are to soccer what gatorade is to football (American). YMMV
My rant: We had a deal, dammit! I took it easy, stayed home, took all of my medicine AT the prescribed times AND in the prescribed dosages. The fever was responding nicely. A day over 102, a day over 101, yesterday just over 100. The deal was working.
But can we keep it up? Nooooooooo! Fucking fever is back over 102!!
Listen, you inconsiderate microbe, you’ve messed with me enough. You’ve disrupted every single plan I had for the rare weekend alone without the family. No massage, no dinner w/ friends, no chance to do my woodworking. But now the family is due back tomorrow. And I have sole care of the gradeschooler while DH goes out of town on business. I WILL NOT stand for this!
I will drag you back to the clinic and demand they pour every toxic thing they can down my throat. If I’m gonna be sick anyway, I’m damn well taking you out! Just you see if I won’t!
Fucking virus.
I’m sick of the term “balloon boy.” And any news that says the “nation” was gripped/entranced by the story. Just because every network puts it on does NOT mean that every man, woman, and child is stopping everything to watch. And pretty much anything to do with the whole stupid thing, up to and including this mini-rant. GO AWAY!
Nuke it from orbit, it is the only way to be sure.
Has any football game in the history of televised sports, or at least on Sunday, ever not run longer than the broadcast time allotted to it?
Skype is your friend. Or at least mine; of the last 9 years, I’ve spent maybe a total of 1 within visiting distance of my family, over 7 abroad.
I have no idea what the orange slices thing is, either. Only WAG I can come up with is something like “you pay for the drinks, I’ll pay for the little orange slices in them.”
3rd quarter taxes. Do I need say more?
Misplacing my possesions. Goddamnit all, I’m so fucking tired of this and the more i try to be careful the more i lose.
Ditto. I lose anything I put down within a five-inch radius or more.
College websites - why in the bloody hell do they make it so hard to find out what programs of study they offer? Isn’t this a major reason new visitors to the site go there in the first place? The latest example lets you pick the program from a drop-down list box but the results cover the entire system without letting you know which facility offers it. If not that you have to guess what “school” it’s in. And forget keyword searches, they’re useless.
It is de rigeur, at the end of every children’s soccer game in the US, to eat cut-up orange wedges. No one knows why, as far as I can tell, but I remember eating those oranges after every single game, more than thirty years ago. Parents took turns bringing them.
Why does cold medication have to make you so dopey? I’m trying to learn how to code VBA and Excel macros, and apparently I’ve been left with brainpower somewhere between a cat and a potato. I had to use Firefox’s spellchecker just to spell “Excel” here.
Why the ever loving hell do people who suspect they have H1N1 (or any contagious illness, for that matter) keep fucking coming to work?!? Look, I get it - you don’t want to waste your precious PTO. But, all your kids and your spouse have been diagnosed with H1N1; if you’ve got a fever and a cough, it stands to reason that you probably have it, too. Get the hell out. Go home. Leave. Come back when you’re healthy. I’m supposed to give birth soon, dammit. I don’t want the flu to begin with; I certainly don’t want it when I’m in labor. And I’m sure your co-workers and supervisors won’t be delighted when you infect everyone else, either.
That’s a good idea field tested with a lot of chances for homesickness. I’ll grab a mic on the way home tomorrow.
You ever get really homesick? I think you’re off studying abroad.
I wasn’t out of state for anywhere 7 years, let alone but finally decided to move back several months later when one day I sat in my room watching the Doppler radar for the midwest just pretending I was in Michigan. This was a few days after I got all excited because we drove past “an honest to god corn field, like we have all over the place back home. Isn’t it great?”.
Don’t feel bad, I took some DayQuil before the networking class on subnet masking, with a lab. Lab didn’t go so well, cause I had no clue what was going on, but I felt pretty mellow about it.
Eh…
in Spanish there’s two words for “homesickness:” nostalgia and morriña (which comes from Galego, they being the official experts on migration).
The first time I was abroad it was a month of English immersion. We were shooting the breeze one day and decided that “nostalgia is when you remember the fun you had on that trip and forget about the dude who puked all over you, morriña is when you miss your mother’s cooking.” Your thing with the cornfields is morriña.
While I can’t really miss my mother’s cooking (I’m the better cook, plus I was cooking lunch 4 days/wk since I was 9 and Dad did 1 or 2 days), I do miss some dishes when I’m in a place where I can’t get the ingredients. I do miss my friends and my brothers, but we email. I do miss the Kidlet and Kidlette, but what can you do (oh yes, skype their dad on the weekend!). I can’t miss politics, I still haven’t been to a place where I didn’t run into someone to get politicking with…
One thing that helps a lot is making “local” friends: there’s been jobs where I was on friendly terms with only one of my teammates (and both of us were saturated with people by the weekend, so we did go places together but rarely), I was on friendly terms with some of the client’s people but the boss forbade me from “getting too cozy”. This time, I happened to find an RPG group (yay!), I like most of the other students… so I do miss having a clean kitchen (two of my three kitchenmates behave like they were raised in the corner where the pigs shit), but I don’t find myself needing “someone to talk to.”
So you’re saying you had a 70s moment? 