Oh, this is an automatic. I think it needs to go see Mr. Mechanic.
The other car, by the way, MAY be covered by the extended warranty, which I had hitherto kicked myself for being talked into. And it was in fact done just in time for the boyfriend to come home tonight.
Some of the women I work with are too hot. If they don’t cool it soon enough I will ask one of them out, which is bound to cause an uncomfortable moment at some indeterminate point in the future.
ATTN: Women. You are too hot.
Please hit the Enter key twice when starting a new paragraph.
Twice.
Please.
I don’t do signatures; I especially don’t do signatures based on Straight Dope posters’ text.
However, this sounds so good – vague, pithy and slightly meme-y – so that it might just be useful in some one instance way, way in the future, so I gotta say – “May I?”
Now, I hate you! I think I’m coming down with a cold, and I haven’t pooped in three days. WTF?? How did you do that?
Computer virus.
OMG, no we don’t. There is another forum for this crap.
We’ve been talking about trying mini-rants in Mundane Pointless Stuff I Must Share in the “What is Pit-Worthy?” thread. I’m going to try moving this one from The BBQ Pit to MPSIMS.
Carol Stream, please quit the threadshitting.
Gfactor
Pit Moderator
I thought I was having trouble finding a decent potato peeler to replace the one I lost. I chucked one away for being useless then found another that appeared to be identical to the missing one, only to find it didn’t really get the job done efficiently either. So anyway my partner ends up on vegetable prep duties a lot as I have arthritis, and he prefers to use a knife.
Today I was making a meal all by myself for once and blow me if the potato masher didn’t work properly either. Well, really it was obvious the problem was with my hands because they are stiff and painful and consequently clumsy, which is when it came to me that there is nothing wrong with the potato peeler either it’s just the fucking stupid knobbly useless arthritic hands and the autumn weather making them worse. Oh and I don’t suppose the kitchen knives have all mysteriously become dull and impossible to sharpen either. I love cooking and I hate my hands.
Stupid birthday. Stupid Oktoberfest. Stupid friends.
My birthday, which I hate, is the 11th and I was supposed to go out to our local Oktoberfest with my friends on the 10th and be their designated driver for the day. Yes, I know how dumb it sounds to be driving other people around for MY birthday, just don’t even go there. They were going to buy my $20 DD ticket but guess what? Oktoberfest stops selling DD tickets when they run out of drinker tickets. A beer festival where they limit the number of sober people in attendance. I sent them an email asking them to call me Saturday morning and let me know one way or the other if they had found a ticket for me somewhere. Never heard from them. Not a, “Sorry, maybe next year” or “Why don’t you come hang out at so-and-so’s house with us after” or even “Fuck off we don’t want to be bothered with you.” Nothing.
My depression has a seasonal component. I refer to the period from the end of September to about the end of February as “The Pit of Despair”. Both of the times I’ve been hospitalized for depression, I was sent within three days of my birthday. Even before I realized they weren’t planning to call I felt like I was going to burst into tears at any moment. Times like this I can’t help but hate everything about myself.
Now I have to go clean the kitchen. My mother wants to bake a cake for me tomorrow. Unfortunately, she can’t be bothered to clean up after herself most of the time. The kitchen is so filthy that I don’t want to eat anything made in it unless I personally clean everything in there first. Yes, I know it’s almost two in the morning. Never you mind about that.
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Have you tried this potato peeler for arthritic hands or this alternately designed knife? There are products out there specifically designed for arthritic hands. My son has JRA, and I have a whole collection of oddly-designed implements that do the job for him. I’d stay away from the “peeler gloves” from those infomercials, though. They don’t work. Abledata.com is a fabulous resource for those that have accessibility issues. Look around in housekeeping for kitchen aid stuff.
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I get most of my arthritic stuff from here, because they have a wide selection and the stuff works. (I had to find the catalog for the website.) I found them through Abledata, though. Hopefully this helps you keep your joy of cooking.
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Stupid sleeping problems. I went to bed 8pm last night feeling tired and just woke up over 1am and got up at 3am. Then I tried to sleep at 6am and finally got up at 5pm! WTH…a whole Sunday gone, and I don’t even feel rested at all!
And I think I am on the verge of anxiety again. Too much time wasted, too much work to do. Argh.
Approximately 28 hours ago, one of my cats squatted in front of me and pissed blood. Approximately 27.5 hours ago (which was about 3:30 AM) that cat and I were in my car, going to the emergency animal clinic.
Shadow does not like being scooped up and put in the cat carrier. He hates being picked up at any time, but he especially doesn’t like it when his bladder hurts. He doesn’t like riding in the car, or possibly he just hates being in the carrier. He yowled all the way to the animal ER. Once there, he was a very good boy while the vet examined his teeth and eyes and chest. He loves attention, as long as it doesn’t involve being picked up and held. He protested when the vet poked his bladder and looked at his penis, and when the tech took his temperature, but I can understand that. He hates being catheterized, but he didn’t mind the antibiotic shot too much. Then he got stuffed back into the carrier and had another car ride. The vet gave him a pain shot, so he wasn’t nearly as miserable, and once he got home and out of the carrier, he was much friskier. Obviously he’d been in some pain.
Now he won’t eat his antibiotic pill. He doesn’t want any of his painkilling medicine, either. Usually he’ll eat canned cat food with great glee, but right now he sniffs at it and glares at me. He can tell that I’ve crushed up his antibiotic tablet and mixed it with the gooshyfood. And he thinks I’m trying to poison him. He absolutely won’t come near anyone now, since we’ve been picking him up and stuffing him in the carrier.
And I’m out $300. I was scared that he had an obstruction, which the vet assured me was a very real concern. I’m glad he didn’t, but I really wish he’d be a bit more cooperative about taking the antibiotic.
Our son’s football team cannot win this season. I think they’ve had one win, and what a glorious win it was and the rest of the year it is either bad calls, cheap hits, bad bounces of the ball or all three.
There seems to be a big issue in our league with other teams doing cheap hits and swearing. We are the country-est of all the league. The rest is more city-fied. The hits are very rarely called and the swearing ( by 10 and 11 year olds) is really disturbing. Our son, a captain, wants to grab the ref and tell him that #50 is saying bad words and it isn’t allowed…etc, but the players are not allowed to talk to the ref. Our son wants to take a hostage.
On a brighter note, he did recover a fumble and, being a lineman, got his name mentioned twice on the loud speaker. wOOOOOOt!
Oddly enough - I make my own leather purses now. Perhaps I should start a line of simple, practical purses for ordinary women.
Unfortunately, I think I’d have to charge at least $50 per - but they would be lovingly handmade and definitely not too flashy.
OH, wait, I’m supposed to have a rant. Mmm… OK, here goes:
Normally I don’t leave the house before eating breakfast, ever. You do not want to encounter me before breakfast. But yesterday I had to do this, because my doctor wanted a blood test that requires fasting. No, no, that’s not the rank. It’s annoying but I got it taken care of and then zipped across the street for a bagel and a hot tea.
Some fussy busy-body - and why this person was in a store that dispenses coffee/tea as one of it’s main items I don’t know - starts yammering about the Evils of Caffeine and maybe I should try some hot water with a little lemon in it for my breakfast beverage, hmmm?
First of all, I have no clue why these people seem to think hot lemon water is an adequate substitute. Perhaps they assume I squirt lemon juice in my tea, which I most certainly do not and that if there is hot lemon in there I somehow won’t notice the lack of tea despite the radically different color and taste. Second, who the fuck goes up to a total stranger and starts dispensing advice of this nature? Probably the same people who recommend herbal teas to me. No, sorry, I want TEA, the dried, slightly fermented leaves of the Camellia sinensis plant which are to be dunked in hot water until the beverage is perfect. Granted, at the time I was sucking on tea produced from tea bags, but the establishment does not have loose leaf and I was jonesing for caffeine, which is my one vice.
Just a small request for everyone writing the copy that keeps coming across my desk for sub-editing:
Please, for the love of whichever Deity you follow, stop typing your work in American English. We live in Australia, this stuff is getting published in Australia, and the editorial style- and you were all there at the meeting when we discussed and agreed upon this- is Australian (or British, either is fine) English.
Now, I’m prepared to cut the ESOL guys some slack. But there are far too many Australians out there who apparently haven’t worked out how to set the spell-checker in Word to “English (Australia)”.
“We?” WTF? I thought only Carol Stream wanted this moved to MPSIMS. Did anyone else? Please move back to the Pit.
This is my rant: that a mod would do something just because the most idiotic poster won’t shut up about it, even though everyone else is happy to leave it alone.
Get a daylight lamp. I thought it was baloney until I got one for hobby purposes and discovered it kept me from hybernating. It’s been one of the best investments of my life.