Or pretty much ever goes out in public.
Dear Wife,
Go to bed.
Do not clean the kitchen, I will do it.
Do not take out the garbage, I will do it.
Do not try to reset the baby monitor, I will do it.
Go to bed.
I am not being mean, I am being direct. You are too tired to think. I am back from work now and will deal with everything. Go to bed.
We have a 1 month old and my wife has managed 3 hours sleep in the last 36.
She needs to go to bed.
You should tell her to go the fuck to sleep. 
As God as my witness, it’s a good thing I don’t have a bazooka with me when I go walking; today’s candidate for a good shelling was the guy in the SUV blazing through the school zone, yakking away on his cellphone. I was about 10 feet away yelling, "Seriously?!? at his open window, and he didn’t even notice me - I’m sure he’d notice a kid (after the kid bounced off the hood of his SUV, of course). :mad:
So Saturday I had this project that needed to be done, DIY home maintenance stuff. I have been planning on undertaking this project for about a year but I have been hesitant because of the cost - around $400. I did a lot of research, considered alternatives, came up with a new process that should deliver the same results for less money, rube-goldberg’d a tool out of some other tools, completed a proof of concept, and was ready to proceed. New cost? Under $50. Yay me. I gathered tools and materials and intended to start early Sunday morning.
Sunday morning I drained a battery on my cordless drill and swapped in the second battery that was on the charger. I put the first one on the charger and it made and angry noise and said it was no good. It won’t even attempt to charge. I tried unplugging it, waiting an hour and trying again, putting it in the fridge and trying again, still no go. It made me sad because this is the first “nice” cordless drill I’ve ever splurged on and I’ve used the hell out of it and I love (yes, seriously love) it and replacement batteries are almost $100 each. The whole set with a drill and two batteries and a charger and a hard shell case was only $200.
I googled around and apparently the batteries are a weak link for this drill, so I’m not replacing it with the same thing. Home Depot has a very similar Ridgid brand drill combo for $200 that also includes an impact driver and radio and claims to have a lifetime battery warranty. I went to Home Depot and tried it out and I like it, but just then I felt guilty about spending $200.
See, when we were first married, Mrs. KJdS and I spent our money recklessly. We had a lot of stupid debt but in the last two years we’ve done well and made changes and now we have decent retirement accounts and life insurance and we’re almost down to just the mortgage. I have no intention of borrowing money ever again and we have an important trip coming up in August and we’ll need a few thousand dollars in cash to make it happen. We’ve been having a hard time setting aside money and when I think of bringing home a nice new drill I don’t think about spending $200, I think of spending a plane ticket. I can make do without the drill for now and just get by with one battery, but the trip has to happen.
Mrs. KJdS asked me about Father’s Day, and even asked if she should replace my drill as a gift. I told her I really wanted a new drill but it’s $200 and we can’t afford it at this moment because the trip is a priority. I asked her to come up with meal ideas using our pantry to get money set aside for the trip because I’m stressing about it. She agreed and said she would do a craft with the kids instead of buying a gift. I asked her to please not spend too much.
Today I accessed our checking account to see if the electric bill got paid and noticed a charge for a pottery store at the mall. You buy overpriced pottery and pay to paint it and pay to have it fired and then you have a small statue that takes up space on the mantle that you’re never allowed to get rid of because it was a gift. That’s not my idea of doing a craft and especially not my idea of not spending too much because the charge was…
yes…
about $200. :smack:
And yet, if you carried around a set of spike strips and casually threw them on the road in front of him, YOU would be the one arrested! What a world, eh? 
I swear… the next time I see a person reeking up the bus with McDonald’s food, I willl grab the food and throw it out the window. (And I never litter. But that’s how much I hate the stench of McDonald’s food.)
I love it when I drive our truck. I usually drive a Transit, which while I love it, it’s not exactly an impressive vehicle. But the truck is a full crew cab eight foot bed 10 year old Ram - people notice that.
So, I’m merging onto the freeway on a ramp that has two lanes that go to one as it reaches the actual freeway. We are almost there, I let the guy next to me go ahead, then look down as a bunch of white shows up. A guy talking away on a cell, driving a Nissan van, paying no attention to anything other than he’s just going to follow the butt of the car in front of him. Yeah, no - I put the trucks nose in the gap and the idiot almost doesn’t notice it, then when he did he dropped his phone, slammed on his brakes and honked at me. Life’s rough all over guy. Detroit steel beats Japanese tin every time, plus it’s pretty obvious this trucks been around the block a few times, so if you did hit it, I’m not sure we’d notice the dent.
I’d hope he’d have learned something from it, but he probably just thought I was cutting in line or something. Idiot.
In the realm of “words invented by someone specific”, we once read an article explaining a word which instantly entered my family’s vocabulary: pongo. Literally it means “I put, I place”, and it comes from the question “and where the heck am I supposed to place this?”
Instead of the drill, you got a pongo. That would deserve my condolences even if it hadn’t cost the same:smack:.
I was in your wife’s shoes about eight weeks ago. She must must must force herself to at least lay down and rest when the baby does, especially during the day when every instinct is instead telling her to do laundry or vacuum or clean a bathroom whatever.
It gets better. Mine slept for 7 hours straight last night and I got about 5 hours straight. It was heaven.
I had to go to the ER on Monday. I thought that I was just stressed out from getting dental work done…turns out it was a cellulitis attack. I started driving home from the dentist, pulled over because I was having problems thinking, and then called my husband. He was worried because I was clearly very confused, and couldn’t give him good directions, even with my Garmin in hand. So he had me call 911, so they could locate me.
When the ambulance arrived, I was able to ID myself, and to let them know that I’m allergic to penicillin, but that was about it. Nearly all other questions got “I don’t know” as a response". My temp was 103, and that’s just about the point where I start to get delirious.
I have no complaints about the ambulance ride, or the ER experience (other than they wouldn’t let me bundle up because I felt like I was freezing, despite my fever), but I have no desire to repeat any of it, either. I don’t know how I managed to keep from crashing my car. I hate those fever attacks. I hate that it’s probably going to take me a couple of weeks to recover from this.
Ouch. >.<
And I had no idea those pottery places cost so much…jeez, what a racket!
She’s trying to let me sleep since I’m the one going to work. I told her it just won’t work that way (although the 7 hours of sleep the night before was sure nice!) Once we get a schedule figured out all will be better - we’ll both be tired but still functional.
No, Nick Jr., Dora the Explorer does not teach “Spanish Language and Culture”.
You see those lovely pyramidal temples in the opening credits?
CENTRAL AMERICAN!
The vocab choices made for Dora to teach?
MEXICAN-AMERICAN!
The co-denizens of her world? Iguanas, monkeys, crocodiles, jaguars, quetzal birds, etc?
As authentically European as tomatoes and potatoes and maize.
So, yeah, Dora is as Spanish as the Simpsons are English.
Why are people so prejudiced against (central-)American stuff? My sister in law, the Peruvian, gets super-offended if someone thinks shes Mexican or mestiza (of any degree native ancestry). My mother in law calls her landscaper “Spanish” because the thinks calling him “Mexican” is offensive. Why does she refer to his ethnicity at all? Racist. But trying not be be offensive about it? I just don’t get it.
I think my OBGYN may have been hitting ‘la pipe de la craque’ a bit hard. She’s told me that I may have ‘a little diabetes’ (ie, gestational diabetes) and I should fix my blood sugar by cutting out snacks of fruit and having crackers or a slice of bread.
I’ve got insulin-dependent, type-2 diabetics in my family, so I’ve always been more than a little cautious about blood sugar. I also know that the first things the doctors warn you away from are your white starches (potatoes, pasta, BREAD, CRACKERS…)
SO, it fucking sucks to be cutting carbs AND dealing with pregnancy and associated cravings. And knowing all that while that (according to scientific study) it likely won’t change my chances of being put on insulin to finish off the pregnancy.
I lived downtown among the drunks and crackheads for years and not once had a problem. I’ve lived in the suburbs for 3 years now and last night my vehicle was broken into for the 4th time. Of course I always get blamed because I can’t lock my driver’s side door - the mechanism can slip and stay locked so I just don’t lock the doors at all. That’s not the point. The point is that my vehicle is parked in my driveway on my property, and I should be able to leave whatever the fuck I want in it.
First time I forgot to lock the glovebox. Came out in the morning to find the entire contents dumped onto the seat, along with the contents of the little spot on my dash where I keep sunglasses, etc., and the ashtray where I keep coffee change cleaned right out. All that for about $4 in loonies & quarters.
Second time the glovebox was locked so they just trashed the spot on the dash and emptied my change-filled ashtray again. Another $4 or so.
Third time was Saturday night - I guess they know not to bother with the spot on the dash because it wasn’t touched, just the ashtray cleaned out. About $3.
So I left a note in the ashtray: “Get a job and stop stealing my coffee money. PS: When I catch you I will break every one of your fucking fingers.” (Well it made me feel better.)
This morning I go out to find my sunglasses on the seat, the ashtray closed but you could tell it had been opened, and…2 packs of gum missing from the spot on the dash. There was no money to steal so they stole my fucking GUM.
I am so angry and frustrated. I have never stolen from anybody in my life so I don’t deserve this. They’re messing with my sense of security on my own property. What in the everloving fuck is wrong with some people. I swear if we ever catch this lowlife dirtbag we won’t be calling the cops because they’ll need a fucking ambulance.
Are the mounties* not able to patrol your neighborhood at night?
Mounties, that’s what they call cops in Canada, right? Or constables?
Hah - in some parts, yes. In cities they’re just regular cops. I actually did phone the cop shop - not to report my actual break-in because there’s no point, just to tell them that break-ins are happening on my street (they rifled my neighbour’s car too) and they said they’d try to have more cars patrol our neighbourhood.
Mounties are another name for the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police). Ontario and Quebec each also have provincial police forces (the other provinces don’t). And cities have city police.
Hey Numbnuts, the electric towel dispenser will work just fine without you pulling on the towel as it comes out! If you want to pull something, take out your little dingus. You dumbasses do this shit and then are stupid enough to wonder why things don’t work.
Cripes, Lynn! That’s scary! I hope you feel better soon!