I took the bus to rehearsal today. I don’t know which I liked more - the barf stains on the back of the seat, or the fact that the sunroof was open during a heavy rain shower, causing it to rain inside the bus. :mad: :mad:
My husband and I have two cats and we are also outnumbered. Apparently math fails at times.
Sorry, this is very mild, and no swearing, but for crying out loud, this is driving me BONKERS. This is just the example I happened to have seen most recently.
There’s this commercial, guy at a picnic, girlfriend asks him what he wants to drink, he gets hit in the head with an apple and then he pops up and says "redzapalaya.
The trouble is not one guy, in one commercial with really bad diction, the problem is that half of the current entertainment out there features JUST this sort of lack of proper pronunciation. In a couple of years, I won’t be able to understand anything on television and will have to rely on captions even though I’m not watching foreign language programs.
GAH! People! E. NUN. C. eee. ATE!
My niece the vet tech says Squirrel is a dilute tortie, but she’s a calico as far as I’m concerned. She came with the name Miss Kitty on her adoption paperwork, but I believe that an animal will tell you its name if you are open to the communication. She was the squirrelly-est cat I have ever had, and Squirrel is the name she will answer to. My husband can whistle for her like you would for a dog, and she will respond (the dogs don’t; WTF is that about?). Ellie came with her name in place, and since she was a “free to good home” rescue, we didn’t change it.
Bess, however, is a self-named dog. She named herself within ten minutes of meeting her for the first time at the pound. The kennel attendant put us in a side yard with her, and the first thing she tried to do was get under the gate. She was immediately christened after Bess Houdini, the wife of the famous magician, who did the actual disappearing in the famous Metamorphosis act. She proved that the name was the right one when she learned how to open the side gate on our yard by pulling the shoestring that lifted the latch within the first week we had her.
Their ears do flop up and down when they run, and Bessie’s ears are so long that sometimes she steps on them and trips. Poor doggy!
I’m glad you found a good place for breakfast. it seems everytime we find a place, it shuts down. Maybe we’re cursed! 
A five hour wake?!? I don’t drink, and I’d think of taking it up again at something like that!
We have a dilute calico, too (here’s Feather sitting on a piece of drywall I had on the floor). Those girls really do have A LOT of personality!
Um, you may want to have your hearing checked. I’m older and don’t hear well out of one ear, but I can understand those ads.
(Not that I remember the name of the ale.)
Yay for trying to get into better health.
We put the bike rack on the car and took the bikes to the park, moved at a nice clip along the paths too, avoided entanglements with pedestrians… well BF went down a cut from the paved path and at a glance I thought I could too.
Nope, wiped out. In front of Velociraptor who did the smart thing and followed the switchback.
Thought I was fine, got up and whoa dizzy spell. Couldn’t push my bike because my hand hurt so much, scraped knee and elbow. Start walking back to the car only to get a nice aura followed by a migraine, so no slushies afterwards just me to the hospital where I got sick a couple times in the car along the way. By the time the doc got to me I feel a million times better and a little silly. However, as BF. pointed out I was sick from the pain, hospital was a good idea.
Now to try and rest and see how sore I am in the morning. sighs
Because it’s dandruff shampoo. You need anti-dandruff shampoo.
Red’s Apple Ale
Sorry, dude, I’m with the other dopers. The problem is not the ad. In fact, the very first time I saw/heard it, the product went on my grocery list. (It’s quite tasty!)
Redd’s Apple Ale. Not redzapalaya.
Although he could be, especially if he drank some Redd’s Apple Ale.
Teenagers suck.
So my 13 year-old “niece” (actually my friend’s kid) posted on Facebook that she wanted to buy more makeup. I was all “Me too. Let’s go out for breakfast on Saturday and then to that Cosmetics Warehouse.” (It’s a place where they have super cheap name-brand makeup - discontinued or whatever.) She’s all excited to go. I said I’ll pick her up at 10 am. I even texted the night before - are we still on for 10 am - and she said yes. So I texted at 9:45 am to say I’m on my way - pull up to the house - knock on the door - some teenage boy answered and said that everyone was still asleep. So I went for breakfast by myself and felt like shit. I was really looking forward to spending some time with her. A 13 year old with her own smartphone should be mature enough to set a freakin’ alarm.
That was actually the second time she’d flaked on me by not bothering to get up for plans - I had tickets once to skate with our local hockey team. I asked my nephew weeks in advance if he wanted to go and he said sure, but a few days before when I texted to verify he said he had to work. I don’t know about you guys but even when I was a kid when I made plans with someone I’d book the time off work or try to change my shift. So I asked his sister if she wanted to go and she said sure…but when I texted the night before to verify she was out of town at her boyfriend’s cottage. So I asked the 13 year old if she’d be into it and she said yes. So I texted to tell her I was on my way to pick her up…no reply…texted her mom and she said she was still sleeping. By the time I got that reply the event was over.
Also a few weeks ago one of my niece’s boyfriend cheated on her and she was upset. We made plans to go for coffee after work the next day, but the following afternoon she asked if we could reschedule because her friend wanted to take her to Toronto.
So now I just won’t bother anymore. I know they all love me, but obviously they’re too wrapped up in themselves to give a shit about spending time with me. I was a selfish teenager once too but I can only remember flaking on a responsibilty ONCE and to this day I still feel terrible about my behaviour. So I do understand that teenagers are inherently selfish but it still hurts.
Purplehorseshoe, I’m just glad our husbands are doing well enough that we have the time to fall apart at the little things! I know it will get better…
Meanwhile, back at the ranch: I wish my kids, and especially my daughters, could just stay little forever. The oldest girl entangled herself in a very bad relationship. Just like the stereotype, everyone except Young Miss Matata could see the (gigantic flashing neon) signs. Things finally came to a head last night, and there is no more helpless feeling than waiting three states away to hear that (a) she’s out of there, and (b) she’s okay. “I’m at Friend X’s house, and I only have a few scrapes and bruises” isn’t very comforting, you know? I can only hope that she follows through, gets a restraining order if the asshole shows up at her job, that sort of thing. I wish I could just go kidnap her and bring her here, but she thinks that her part-time job and the prospect of re-enrolling in school are worth staying in town… My internal voice is arguing loudly (“there’s a good college right here, and plenty of part-time jobs!”) but I can’t make that decision for her. 
Thanks for that. It made me feel better that my little girl was starting to get boobs. 
At least she doesn’t have this drama (yet).
Yeah, I know. Really. I’m learning that the stupid shit we parents complain about - potty training and toddler tantrums and babies who won’t sleep and kids who want to wear purple plaid pants and green flowered shirts in public - is minor. When some psycho boyfriend destroys the house and throws things at your little girl and shit? Not minor. :eek: And I have three more daughters - one in the getting boobs stage, and a 3-year-old and 1-year-old.
(Mind you, I know that my sons are at risk of many crappy things as they grow up and become independent. And I absolutely worry about them, too. But I don’t think it’s unreasonable that I worry more that someone will hurt my 5’0", 105 pound daughter, or even my 5’9", 150 pound daughter, than my sons @ 6’2"/225, or 5’11"/225 and still growing like a weed and eating me out of house and home.)
What a beautiful cat!
Very pretty - though her expression is “This floor needs vacuuming. I’m waiting”
Someone dropped a fluffy calico on the farm and the vet managed to rehome her in under a week. Some cats get all the luck - apparently calicos are seriously popular in eastern CT.
My ten year old is growing them damn it. I was wearing a bra in sixth grade (not by choice!) and it sucked.
Thank you everyone for reminding me that the kid problems I worry about could be a lot worse.
Sure, I worry about my son (ran off to SF, living on a kitchen floor in the Tenderloin, doin’ weed and a skateboard), but my daughter got through the drama stage unscathed. She skipped the phase where you date the tortured poet who’s a jerk and went right to “I don’t want songs written for me, I just want a nice guy”.
(AND to go with the first BF, she just got her first job and first car (and she negotiated hard for a nice, boring used Corolla… I’m so proud!)
Yeah, that was long, but I don’t have cats, so I get to ramble about some other species.
So, yesterday. Father’s Day. I tend to feel slightly crappy, as TheKid wants nothing to do with her father and, since she is an adult, nothing I can say/do about it. I feel bad because I picked such a moron to procreate with, lo those many years ago. I knew back then that he would never be prime father material, he was just supposed to be a bit of fun after a very bad relationship. I knew he wasn’t mature.
But he tried. For the first few years, he tried. Then, like every man in his life did to him, he moved on. Depending on the girlfriend, he would be the doting father on weekends. Sometimes he’d come to a school / church function. I guess I should be lucky he never had any drug or alcohol issues, although that might have made it easier - would’ve given him a good excuse, at least, for not showing up.
When his life hit the skids, I let him move back in, as a roommate. He promised to re-build his relationship with TheKid, promised to pay child support AND rent, promised to get his shit together as he knew he had hit the bottom. He did none of that. Instead, he knocked up a girl 9 years older than TheKid, didn’t tell us about it until she was 7 months along, and sprung it on TheKid. He then wondered why I kicked him out.
Yesterday, I texted his best friend, TheKid’s godfather. Wished him Happy Father’s Day. He responded that he has some news to tell me, that I would not be shocked, but disappointed. He and his wife are separating. No, not disappointed - I never liked the loudmouthed heifer. While we were talking, I went to her facebook - wow, the ex is all over her page. For shits and giggles, I went to his page. The man is 42. It’s all tits, tats, and hot rods. Really? Oh, he’s in a relationship? Wanna guess who my ex is schtupping?
What a pathetic excuse of flesh. Three kids, no relationship with two of them. His last job was accosting people in parking lots, trying to sell perfume. Since that was with baby momma #3, I’m presuming even that job is gone. He hasn’t a drivers license due to not paying child support. He looks at least 10 years older than he is, yet acts like he’s 16. Now he’s decided to schtup his best friend’s wife.
When TheKid found out, last night, she simply said “Figures”. That is sad. I know she misses the daddy she had when she was little. I know she dreams of a day when he will grow a set and talk to her about everything he’s done. I know I can’t gloss over his failures, can’t spin anything so he doesn’t come across like the complete jackal he has proven himself to be.
And I know I shouldn’t be as upset as I am. His best friend is a GOOD GUY. Something obviously was going wrong in his marriage for them to split, I get that. My ex, despite never having any qualms about cheating on me, was ‘proud’ of the fact that he would never get involved with a married woman. And yet… Gah.