Can you park the car so the non-locking door is against a fence or hedge? It will be inconvenient, I know, but that may be all you need to keep the thieves away from your car.
In my experience, a bored 10 year old is more likely to be stealing your change than a crackhead. It’s doesn’t make it ok, just be ready for the inabaility to punch them if you do catch them at it.
Your mother in law may be an idiot, but Dora DOES teach Spanish language and culture. Unless your post is in American, that is.
I guess if a hypothetical show purporting to teach English language and culture had someone always speaking American, always travelling through ruined British castles and always encountering Australian wildlife would count, then yeah. (Note, I’ve never seen Dora.)
If you are blasting your MP3 player on the bus, and I can still hear it through your headphones even though I’m wearing TWO sets of earplugs (yes, you read that right, TWO SETS), then you’re a motherfucking douchebag who doesn’t deserve to be riding the bus.
I hope your OB/GYN is more knowledgeable about pregnancy and delivery than she is about diabetes. Yes, fruit does have sugar in it, she’s right about that, but you’re right about how bad an idea starches are. (My husband is a type-2, so I’ve read just about everything I could find that was reasonably current. I deal better with problems I have more info about.)
Total agreement. I console myself when dealing with idiots like this or boom-car owners by thinking about how soon they’ll need hearing aids. (Note to self: when money permits, invest in hearing-aid companies. Growth industry in the not-too-distant future, most likely.)
I keep telling my husband he needs to invent a very targetable EMP generator or find some other item that would work on overly loud sound systems. He’d make us a fortune. 
Google/YouTube redesigned everyone’s YouTube channel. It’s way too hard to use now, and for a few panicky minutes, I thought I was locked out of my channel forever.
Google/YouTube, take your channel redesign and shove it the fuck up your ass with the aid of a rusty corkscrew. :mad:
Dang, Lynn! I got scared just imagining what was happening. I’m so glad that everything worked out as OK as it could, and I hope you are feeling better soon.
Kelevra you sound like a very loving husband.
Soylent Juicy I totally understand your outrage. I never locked my soft-top jeep. The back windows unzip, so door locks wouldn’t stop anyone from getting in. One day, some idiot thief didn’t try the doors, or unzip the windows before cutting the top so he/she could steal my CB radio. That really pissed me off.
My rant: I took Bill to the airport today. (I miss him so much more now than when we were living in different states.) When I got home I couldn’t find Lucky. He wasn’t in the trash can, I looked in all the closets and checked the garage. I shook the treat bag which usually inspires Lucky to start trying to get out of wherever Bob put him, but I didn’t hear frantic meows or scratching.
Of course I instantly assumed that Lucky was in Bill’s carryon bag and called and texted Bill. When Bill landed and got my messages, he went right to a restroom and searched his bag, Lucky wasn’t there.
I grabbed a flash light and started searching every where for Lucky. Half way into my search, Lucky came out of our bedroom, looking like he had just gotten up from a nice long nap, and his fur was warm on one side of his body. Warm like he’d been sleeping on a windowsill behind the closed blinds and drapes. He was probably in the window that I ignore because we never open those blinds. :smack:
In one cat-related group I participate in, this is called a BCT (Bastard Cat Trick). 
Ugh, this board is like falling apart. Argh!
What an embarrassment for a message board that is ranked 97 out of all message boards on the internet.
The guys who run this place need to really get their shit together.
You’re just saying that because there are about five things broken now, and new ones popping up everyday. :mad:
It took 3 logins just to reply to this message. And I’m not sure that its going to stick.
To Seanette, I love it. I’d have quoted your message, but I get kicked off and have to relog every time I try it. All of my cats are bastards but some of them are worse than others.
Apparently RB thinks that “Spanish” refers exclusively to “things pertaining to Spain”. For starters, the Spanish language is spoken in more than one country; and frankly, most American media execs and writers notions of what is “Spanish-from-Spain” are along the lines of thinking that “all Americans line dance to hip-hop”. I’d much rather have someone refer to “Spanish language and anywhere-Spanish-is-spoken culture” as “Spanish language and culture” than invent another name for the language, or claim that a show which visits locations that can be placed in many different countries and which the claimant themselves assign in part to Mexico applies only to “Central America”. As many Mexicans will angrily tell you, “it’s not called the North-and-Central-America Trade Agreement!”
I have seen Dora. I bought a Dora doll for my mother at her request, back before the show was on Spanish TV (she’d seen a picture on a magazine’s sidebar article and thought Dora looked cute), and had to buy a second one of the same model when my aunt begged the first as a gift. My nephew’s tantrum at being told that “boys can’t wear Dora backpacks because they’re pink and boys can’t wear pink” was nothing compared with the hydrophobic look he gave his mother when, on the first day of kindergarten, two of his male classmates did have Dora backpacks…
All cats can be bastards when it amuses them to do so. Part of their charm.
She’s actually a very good OB- better than the ones I’ve had in the US or the UK. I chalk a lot of things up to the fact that we’re spending a lot of time in our second (or third) languages. But I’m also good at questioning doctors now.
I actually don’t know what the rate of GD is here, so maybe it’s just a case of not having treated many women with the condition. She’s certainly vigilant in testing my glucose, so no complaints there.
Cool. I hope it does some good, for both you and your neighbors. 
I’m sick and tired of the Zimmerman/Martin case and every single armchair lawyer or asshole wannabe juror who can’t shut the fuck up about it. We’ve got a 215+ page thread in IMHO and it’s everywhere in the news. It’s a single, albeit very sad, case that people completely uninvolved in it have hyped into a major issue. Fuck every single one of them, no matter who they support. Just STFU.
God, it’s nearly six months past Tony’s wreck, and I think I’m having some sort of delayed reaction to the stress, and I feel so ridiculous for dwelling on things. The other evening, a cop friend posted a video of himself running code, when a vehicle stopped in the middle of the road. Fortunately, Adam was able to avoid a wreck, but watching the video was a very bad idea for me - I lost my shit. Then, a couple of days ago, Tony went to the office for the first time since the crash. He came home with a disc full of photos of the car, which I hadn’t seen before. Again - traumatic… The damage to the front drivers side of the car was horrific. There was a picture of the wood blocks that the rescuers had to use to keep the car from collapsing further while they cut out the B posts to get Tony out of the car. And then there was the blood stain on the roof of the car, where Tony’s head laceration bled while he dangled upside down waiting to be pulled out… I don’t know how he survived the wreck, and I guess the new pictures just drove it home to me how much worse that day could have ended… And I’m almost as much of a wreck as that car, and who the hell has time to fall apart now?!
{{{ Lacunae Matata }}}
That day could have ended worse - you’re absolutely right. But, it did not. 
Yeah, but for the last hundred pages or so it’s only about 5-6 tards who just can’t let it go.
I’ve really had it with the people across the street and their vehicles. I came out thru the garage today to vacuum out my van, which was backed up against the door. The other half of our driveway is covered by our truck, so it is difficult to see anything but twinkling metal. I start the vacuum and then see one of those guys pause on the sidewalk on the other side, then cross the street to move his truck from blocking our driveway. Which it was doing for no reason since it was the only one on the street there.
Great, huh? Except that is where we park our truck 6 days of the week, except street cleaning day on Thursday. And now there is no room to put it there, so when The Engineer comes home, I don’t know where he is going to park. I look over, and not only is there space in their driveway, there are literally no cars on the curb on the whole block on their side of the street.
If it’s still there when I go to run errands later, I’m leaving a note on it and putting our truck (half again as big) right in front of their house and leaving it there for a week!