I once told a guy who’d waited until the lights came on at the end of the dance to grab and kiss me “I am not a cow, to be branded”. Wonder if he’s one of your friends, we’re about the same age…
Possibly, if they’re Tea Party gamers or comic fans. No matter how huge the gamer/comic community, they all seem to know each other. 
I’m the odd man out in the group, a bleeding heart liberal, never having been a gamer, and giving up comics in the ‘90s. It’s been strange to watch everyone over the following years, as they never seem to learn from relationship mishaps. I’m not sure why this one demographic seems to attract all of the “nice guy” misogynists, or why guys who have zero luck with women seem to group together, or why women still end up as part of a group that treats them like cattle. And their conception of me is way out of whack, too; I’m average-looking, and only date sporadically, but judging by what I’ve been told this last week, apparently I’m seen as some kind of lady killer who ruins friends’ budding romances, even if the romances are simply imagined. It’s weird.
But, hey, they’re my friends. They’re the guys who showed up at my mom’s funeral to show support, and held my stepdad when he broke down. Guys who demanded to see my ex when she was in the hospital (not sure how that worked, really, but I got an earful from the nurses). Guys who risk getting fired to make sure another friend can get to school on time. Guys who paid a neighbor’s rent when they found out he was between jobs. Cool guys… just wish they could update their views on women and relationships.
Wanna guess who woke up with a very scratchy voice and throat pain this morning?
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
Today, I pit my mother. Last Friday, my parents were visiting to help me and my now husband get married at the courthouse. My mom knows how sad I was that we had to give up our dream ceremony so she made sure to come with my brother and my father. I was very happy to see them and was feeling very insecure about my looks, especially since the doctor offered to put me on appetite suppressants to help me lose weight.
So, friday morning, my mom and my now mother-in-law were lacing me into my dress and mother catches her reflection in the blank TV screen and says, “Gah! I look terrible! This sweater makes me look so fat.” My mother is 5’ 6", weighs 130 lbs and wears a size 6. I am 5’ 9", weigh 270lbs and wear a size 22. She kept complaining about it most of the day
Really, Mom? You’re fat? You are going to complain about this on my wedding day when I told you the night before how insecure I was feeling? Really?!
I also put myself for not having any self control when it comes to food. Dammit, why are you so tasty? (I am taking the doctor up on her offer, btw)
I pit my stupid ass lamp for ruining a maple nightstand that I’ve had forever. I don’t know what the hell happened but it somehow stuck to my nightstand so that when I went to pick it up there was a giant circle of gunk left and the wood now has a nice, dark ring stain. The lamp doesn’t get hot at the base and I have never used the lamp on the nightstand; I just set it there why my bathroom outlet got fixed. Argh!!!
See my post #241 in this thread.
I thought I had managed to avoid the Creeping Crud, but it crept up on me. My first day back at work from surgery was yesterday - everyone was asking me how I was feeling; "Well, I’ve recovered from the surgery just fine. Now I have a cold. "
My daughter came home from school sick yesterday. She said she’d had a sore throat all of last week, but was hoping it would go away. It didn’t. We went to the doc last night and found out it’s strep. I hope the rest of the fam doesn’t get it since we have been exposed for a while. Yuck.
I doubt it. Not enough people have dogs near me and letting your dog loose in a city streets is the ticket to a dead dog.
Ah. I live in a quiet residential area, tho we do back onto a busy boulevard. Apparently all the loose dogs and cats here know not to go out there as I never see any dead ones.
Vending machines at work stock a full array of food, except when you actually buy them. Then, they apparently look at the selection and forget what went there, so they put something totally different in.
Happened with Combos. Whenever they were in stock in the vending machine, I ate them all in like a week. Then when they restocked , they put something else in.
Now I’m not eating combos because I found out how bad for you they are compared to potato chips. And so now of course there are lots of Combos in the vending machine.
But now when I want real food instead of a snack I tried to start to eat buffalo chicken sandwiches from the cooler vending machine. Now of course I ate them all and when they restock they’re out.
Yes, I could have called them and asked to install Combos. But I’m not sure if I want to ask them to keep buffalo chicken in stock because I’m sure that’s not good for me either.
Damn. In a fit of nostalgia/bonhomie (sp?) I invited a classmate, her husband, and their son to dinner. I don’t regret the invitation, because Nell is a sweetheart, but she’s confined to a motorized wheelchair due to weight-related mobility issues. So now I need to cobble up a ramp for the front door and rearrange the whole stupid house so that she can actually join us for a meal. I feel terrible for her, because her weight has limited her socially for as long as I’ve known her (30+ years,) but I really should have just suggested meeting somewhere for coffee or a meal. What if I build a ramp and it’s not sturdy enough? What if her chair won’t fit through the door? What if she gets here and needs to potty and she can’t get to any of the bathrooms? Damn. Damn. Triple damn.
One of my favorite patients was in today for her monthly appointment. Now you have to understand, she is the sweetest little old white-haired lady. She knows when everyone’s birthday is and brings a card. If she visits anywhere near one of the major holidays, she brings cookie trays or chocolates or a fruit tray or something for the office…
She also has great insurance, with no nonsense over geting authorizations or drug approval or any of that time consuming stuff. AND she pays her copays in cash, right up front. She never misses appointments and just generally is the easiest person to deal with. IOW, an ideal patient. 
So today I was holding down the front desk, and she was sitting nearby flipping through a magazine. “I sure hope they shoot Obama soon,” she says, totally out of the blue. :eek:
I was thunderstruck. Why would you say such a thing, I asked. Well, she explains Obama is a Muslim, probably a terrorist, and he’s done nothing at all good for the past four years and will probably finish detroying America in the next four years unless some patriot steps up to do what everyone knows needs to be done.
:eek::eek::eek::eek:
Mind you, we have plenty of other patients that I wouldn’t blink if they said something like that, but out of the mouth of this darling woman?? I was literally speechless by the time she was finished with her rant.
I will never be able to think of the same way again. 
Jeeze, what do you say to that? “Well, ma’am, I don’t wish death on anyone, so I’m afraid I can’t join you in wishing for his death.”
You can always call and change the venue. Just say something like, “Oh, darn it, [my stove is on the blink/my power is out/my place is being overrun by frogs] – I’m sorry, but can we just meet at Chez Maison instead? My treat!”
Stop with the multiple damnifications already; call her up and ask her.
How wide is her chair?
Is it something she’s stuck in 24/7, or does she have enough mobility to walk through a doorway (does she travel in a van with a wheelchair lift, or can she walk short distances)?
What do she and her family do in similar situations (I have a young friend in a motorized chair due to CP; he has a van and a pair of aluminum ramps for getting into it. Those ramps can be repurposed for going through a front door)?
I wish the women at my school would stop pissing on the toilet seats in the school washroom! I’t so disgusting!
I also wish for the same thing. In that line of thought, why can’t they invent toilets with a strong flush that DOESN’T spew toilet water and other nasties all over the toilet seat? I clean up after myself but I wonder if they think I didn’t flush because I left the toilet paper I used to clean the seat in bowl without flushing again. There is no way to win.
Heh. In the unisex restroom on our floor, I printed a small sign that says;
Leave No Skidmarks
Please
And taped it to the metal sanitary box directly opposte the toilet about 2 feet off the ground. Can’t miss it. Seems to have cut down the nastiest of residue by about 60%, but there’s still some people who can’t be arsed to clean up after themselves.
And with that, I’m 30.
Hoo-fuckin’-ray.
Celebrating by working a shit job, which I’m “traveling” for in a shit hotel, in a shit town./
No girlfriend, no house, no money…
Yeah, happy birthday.