Dammit. I had a perfectly good minirant when I came here. Then there were interesting posts that I hadn’t read, yet, so of course I had to read them. Now I can’t remember what I came here to say. Damn lousy short term memory.
We had two inches in my front yard last night and then a coating of ice on top of it. A white Christmas is a pretty thing. A white Passover is just icky.
Anti-vaxxers are some of the dumbest people on the planet. I belong to some very pro-vax groups on Facebook where we altenatively mock / attempt to correct them. Let me know if you are interested in joining us.
Okay my internet is working again, so here’s the rant I wanted to put up yesterday:
I pit myself for not opening the purposeless vent all the way before I stuck the vacuum nozzle in it. If you recall last month, I taped it up because I heard a mouse in there trying to get out. I untaped it yesterday and noticed a lot of dust and shreds inside. So I decided to vacuum it out.
So here I am vacuuming. “Hmm…what’s that little cord there?” VOOMPH “Oh. That was the mouse. The dead mouse. And now it’s stuck in my vacuum hose.” :smack::smack::smack::smack::smack::smack::smack::smack::smack::smack:
Where’s that barfy smiley when you really need it?
Hey, at least it gave you something new to bitch about! 
Geez, everybody’s getting old. A local band is on Letterman, and I knew those guys when they were young. I mean, Butch Vig was a friend’s little brother-- a punk kid, playing around in the studio where we were working on an album. Now he’s got wrinkles and … glasses!
Okay, I am NOT looking in the mirror til I get over this.
Yeah, I was surprised to see Garbage back on tour as well. Noticed the sign up on a pole in Madison this past weekend… visiting your alma mater 20 years later will make you feel old too. :smack:
Tomorrow, I’m going on a fetch quest from the Australian government.
I’m taking three pieces of ID (and $40) to agency A so that they’ll give me a copy of my birth certificate. Then I need to take that birth certificate and one piece of ID (and $25) to agency B to get some photo ID. Then I need to take that photo ID to agency C to prove my identity for a messaging service I’m already receiving and didn’t ask for, but they’ll reject an unrelated application if I don’t.
Wow, you’re a better man than I am. I would have just turned my OWN meter back on and let the others figure it out for themselves.
Driving home this morning got caught in the traffic. Bit of a concern as I’ve had a stomach bug but no sweat, all settles down and I get home. Cat is all over me and is hungry. This is strange- he has been fed. Again no worries- another feed and he goes and romps in the garden.
I settle down for breakfast and suddenly pains in the stomach can’t be ignored. I find out why the cat is hungry- he has vomited from one end of the toilet to the other! Fellow travellers- have you ever had to mop out and dry the toilet floor, with clenched butt, before you can squat?
I guarantee if I clenched my ring tighter it would have disappeared like a black hole. (Make jokes as you will).
Ever read or watched “Asterix conquers Rome/The Twelve Tasks of Asterix”? One of the tasks he has to perform consists of getting some paperwork pushed. After being sent from a corner of the building to another several times, he asks the functionary for a ghost form he’s come up with, thus sending the functionaries themselves in a chase around the building. Sometimes when I have to do one of those bits of paperwork-chasing like the one you describe, I kill time in the queues by thinking of that scene.
Other than the cold weather, I (oddly enough) have little to rant about. And that’s weird. I’ve come to terms with the whole body parts replacement bit, although I am tired of running all around the Twin Cities to see different doctors. And there’s the fact that one doctor says one thing, another says something completely different (“You need to go easy on foods containing phosphorus and potassium!!” “What? Your levels are beautiful!” Make up my mind!).
My cats are still frigging buttheads. We bathed them all this past weekend and Mayme is now sporting a lovely smelling relaxing collar - only, now she hisses at Dot for no damn reason. Mayme and Lucy are still separated, but like to spend time staring at each under by bedroom door (there’s a 1.5" gap).
Oh, and my family still sucks ass, but I have chosen to break free of my sister and that side. For the first time ever we will not be attending a holiday dinner (Mom, TheKid and I are doing Chinese instead). I’m sad at losing her - she was my best friend for many years. I’m sad (sort of) at losing my nephews and their families. One nephew just had a baby and I probably will not see the baby for a long time. TheKid and I decided we’re done being pinatas for their issues with Mom. And, if after Mom dies, they remain that way? Their loss.
I bought a new(er) car, the first I’ve ever picked out for myself and paid for 100% by myself. It’s not speedy - it’s a sedate crossover - but I like it and lordalmighty it can haul a bunch of stuff.
Instead - I’m going to scatter hugs to those who want them, bonks to the noggins of idiot spouses who leave barf to clean up, friends who speak without thinking first and to anyone else who just needs a good smack with a clue x 4.
I’ve bitched for years about bathroom ass gaskets (or, more specifically, the idiocy of the germophobes who use them) but I was saved by those things twice today.
So in conclusion, I’d like to pit myself for not checking to notice if the TP dispenser was empty before sitting down TWICE IN A ROW IN THE SAME STALL today. :smack: Had to do an emergency wiping with the gasket both times. The first time I was grateful the dispenser was in the stall; the second time I was ready to flush my own brain down the toilet for all the flippin’ good it does me sometimes.
Enjoy your reduced-stress holiday, MissTake!
They’re also good for drying your hands when the paper towels are out (and the air-dryer wouldn’t blow out a candle)!
FUCK mental illness and the fact that almost everyone in my family, including me, has it. :mad:
I feel like crap, fatigued all the time, not sleeping well, very weepy. Been to the doc, had blood tests, even a pelvic ultrasound. I’m pretty sure it’s something hormonal, though.
I really hate dragging my ass all day, trying to work and get things done because I have no choice.
I hope they can figure this out soon and find me some relief.
Dammit.
For those who joined after my surgery, so missed all of my whiney posts, here’s the back story. (Misery loves company so you new members need to suffer as well.)
I busted my foot up and then didn’t get it treated for over a year. By that time, all of the bones had set in odd ways and surgery was needed. After the surgery, I was supposed to sit around for 6 weeks with my foot proped up.
I was honestly looking forward to the recovery time because that meant I could spend my days surfing the web, killing monsters, reading books and cuddling with cats.
That worked for about a week. I had read the entire internet, killed all the monsters, combed the cats almost bald and was so bored that I couldn’t even nap.
tl/dr version: Sitting around with my foot in the air for 6 weeks didn’t work for me.
I have been having more pain, the xrays show that some of the bones in my foot didn’t set right after the surgery and are pressing over a nerve.
Today, I got shots in my foot. From the top, between the bones (I could feel the needle spreading the bones) and into the inflamed nerve.
Trust me folks, if you damage your feets, get treated right away.
I think that I’m not nearly as active as you are, and I can sympathize. When I got put on bed rest in my last trimester, I was all “great, I can read all day”. I was amazed that I COULD get tired of reading. I’m not sure if I could get tired of surfing and gaming, though. Of course, back in those days <sucks gums> we didn’t HAVE an internet. We had ASCII games if we were lucky enough to have a home computer at all. Or we had Pong. And we were GRATEFUL, do you hear me?
And if your feet ain’t happy, YOU ain’t happy.
This sounds amazingly like a scavenger hunt.
Maybe he didn’t know which one was his…
Behold, I have become death, creator and destroyer of worlds.
Or at least I’m very close to after having a change in support procedure with a supplier land on us with zero notice on their part and I am now trapped in call centre automated hell.
It’s a special layer of hell, occupied by the affore-mentioned call centre automated menus, Blackberry Desktop manager, and the company responsible for my refuse collection.