How to pill a cat with a pill popper. (Video)
You don’t have to keep a brave front for us, not here and not over in the Mr.'s thread. You can whine and bitch at us all you like.
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Make sure to take some time for yourself. And like others have said, you need to vent away here is a place to do it.
In good news, I found my ring. It was in my bed sheets. I have no idea how it came off, did I take it off in the midst of my dream that Colin Ferrel came to have a torrid affair with me? It was on the opposite side of the bed that that hand usually rests, right on top of the duvet.
(((((purplehorseshoe)))))
Things are getting better. His recovery is starting to snowball now. Your chosen mate for life is going to come home and snore in your ears again.
This plus 100. You’ve been incredibly strong, but if you want to bitch and cry here…do it. We won’t tell. (of course…we might blackmail you forever…)
They are in the linen closet. In the back, where you won’t find them until you take all of your towels out and shake them. Of course, shaking towels will make your glasses fly inot the wall and break or scratch them. Maybe you should to to a craft store and buy some stick on jewells and bling up your safety glasses?
Her husband got nailed by West Nile and has been in the hospital since forever.
My rant: somekitty is so stressed by all of my stuff leaving that he peed in the bathtub several times today. This tells me that whichever cat it is has a UTI, because the pee spots are not big, but there were a bunch of them. I’m thinking its Steve, because Spike is too brain dead to remember that there was a couch there yesterday and because I watched Lucky have a good long pee in the litterbox.
This really bites. I’ve got a trap set in the cat room and the door is closed so I don’t keep trapping Spike every 15 minutes. Of course, this means that Spike and Lucky just HAVE to go in there and are complaining loudly.
My awesome vet is great when it comes to dealing with feral cats, but getting a pee sample out of Steve is going to be a problem.
Stops grumbling…and shares funny story. Awesome vet treats the big cats at the zoo. The big cats don’t like AV because he darts them and then touches them in overly familiar ways. The big cats have learned that people don’t like it when they get sprayed by a big stream of hot un-neutored male cat pee and use their weapon whenever they smell AV.
AV wears a rainsuit and carries a plastic trash can lid as armor and shield when he needs to treat one of them. That man fixes my ferals for 50 bucks each, and that includes testing and shots. AV probably doesn’t get paid enough for the tigers, but he does it because he loves it.
I’ve been doing that (mixing it with gooshy food, waiting for half an hour, then mixing it up). The need to mix it up with gooshy food, wait half an hour, then feed the cat is what’s irritating me. It’s way too much of a frigging process!
And don’t forget that once the pressure’s off, you might just fall apart (when it feels safe to do so), after keeping it together for so long. Also, emotions are not at all logical. I remember being mad at my husband when he had his gall bladder out and had to spend about ten days in the hospital. Totally irrational, but I still felt it.
There’s a wonderful group on Facebook for my city that people use to share old photos and memories, as well as concerns about future developments. Some people have derailed the point of the group with negative posts and whining about being “blocked” and the list goes on. It’s a small select few people doing this. FFS these are all grown-ups, older than me, and they’re all butthurt about what someone on “The Internet” says? Holy shit, just “Unfollow” the post if it upsets you so much, step away from your computer and go get some freakin’ fresh air. I just posted a comment stating as much, and that nobody gives a rat’s ass about them beyond their computer screen. The comments are already rolling in. :rolleyes:
Don’t people just suck? Individual persons I can OK with. But people? Blech.
Ah. Your glasses went to visit the Land Of Lost Socks. Maybe they’ll bring home a souvenir.
Whine. Bitch. (lather, rinse, repeat)
OMG, can I sign up for one of those?
Ah, crap. You’re right. There go my “farting loudly in bed” rights which I’ve discovered by having the place to myself and back to poke “Stop snoring dammit!”
YouTube or at least a still shot picture? Please? 
Hear, hear.
I found my glasses. In the basket of towels. How did you know?!
‘‘Brave’’ doesn’t have to mean stoic. You can feel stuff. My heart is with you.
So, here’s the story. Last Christmas, I gave a perfectly good MacBook Pro to a 16 year old girl because her Dad didn’t have much money and I figured it would be the only way she would ever get one. I had been planning on selling it because I had convinced myself I didn’t need it. After I gave it away, I realized that was probably the stupidest thing I had ever done. Especially now that I work from home some days. Damn did I regret that. I don’t have the money to buy a new one. And all my dreams that this gift would empower her to explore different ways of life and options for her future were shattered when I read her Facebook posts, and they were mostly along the lines of ‘‘Aly is such a slut LOLZ.’’
Well, she sold it. For $600. To some kid at school. After her father explicitly told her not to.
So her Dad flipped out and made her get it back from the kid she sold it to, and my family shipped it back to me. So in a weird twist of fate, my MacBook Pro arrived in the mail today at a time in my life when I need it most. Not too many times you get a ‘‘do over’’ like that.
But this kid, Og bless him, didn’t just do a clean install to wipe his stuff off of it… he uninstalled the operating system. So I have a laptop with no operating system and no installation disc. So I drove, in rush hour, to my least favorite mall (I HATE malls; I’m agoraphobic), to a jam packed Apple store to buy a new installation disc, only to be told they don’t sell those but if I come back tomorrow they’ll do it there.
It’s just a weird story that has been dragging on for weeks and I would really like it to be over soon.
Sweet jeebus, my mom’s side of the family is afflicted with poo-brain. A young cousin has just quit her full time job to begin her “dream job”…cooking and cleaning as a stay-at-home wife. :rolleyes: What century are we living in???
I’ve got no beef with SAHM’s, really… I might even be one some day. But every day on Facebook I have mothers who will not shut up about how rewarding and fulfilling it is to be a stay at home Mom, and how they’re SO GLAD they didn’t give in to society’s pressure to continue a career. And the last time one of them did that (the Valedictorian at our high school!), I made a comment like, ‘‘That’s great you’ve found your own way!’’ And she was like, ‘‘Not MY way, but GOD’s way!’’ She wouldn’t fucking shut up about how much better off she is without a career, and that’s what God wants. And then like 40 women posted about how great GOD was for telling them to be stay-at-home parents.
Fuck those people and their twatty, self-righteous posts. Today I defriended her. She named her baby ‘‘Titus McRae.’’ Final straw.
Yep, you’re describing my mom’s side of the family! One of the other young ladies on that side had a similar story…she was working very hard on a nursing career (and seemed to love her work), then all of a sudden she had to get married (and, of course, promptly quit her job) because “it’s what the Lord wants”. Nevermind what she might have wanted, or the fact that she seemed to be fully involved in her work… Now she stays at home all day on Facebook or Skype while her kids get into all manner of trouble (or danger), which she seems to think is just adorable.
Clarification, please. Stay-at-home wife or stay-at-home mom? Not the same, IMHO.
Feel free to do as much cracking as you find helpful right here.
Keeping the positive thoughts flying your way.
A century where women are free to be married and look after their household if that’s what they want to do?
Thought of one from this morning’s commute - PUT THE FUCKING CELLPHONE DOWN AND DRIVE! It shouldn’t take 30 seconds for a a moderate amount of traffic to start driving when the light turns green. Pay attention, you dumbfucks!
Dude, if I was a sociopath, the very next time you flip me off while insistently driving 30 in the left lane of a 45 zone in the middle of rush hour with traffic disappearing in front of you and people speeding around and honking at you…
…I’d follow you to your house and leave you dead in your own fucking driveway.
Fortunately for both of us, I’m not a sociopath.
But keep that shit up and someday you’re bound to run into someone who takes a rather violent exception to your assholery.
Tempt fate too often, fate tends to oblige you.
THANK YOU!
I don’t have children, but have been a homemaker BY CHOICE for the majority of my married life. My husband and I both consider this a reasonable arrangement, and I really don’t give a (bleep) what someone obsessed with money or “prestige” thinks of my life decisions that aren’t affecting them. Thought that was what feminism was supposed to be about, FREEDOM to CHOOSE what I want to do with my life, not “you HAVE to do what WE approve of”.
Is it something in the air tonight? Driving home from the mall, I made a dual turn (legally), and the car in the other lane seemed to be pissed off by my turning next to them. They changed lanes to drive behind me and turned their brights on (because I was being an asshole by…driving on the road?), then proceeded to tailgate me around a whole bunch of turns on my way home. Then, as a different asshole cut us off and proceeded to drive way under the speed limit, they stepped up the tailgating. I pulled over to the side of the road to let them pass me, which is usually what road ragers want, but this one decided that they didn’t want to drive in front of me, either, and pulled off themselves and let me pass them, then started tailgating me again. I was starting to get scared at this point - that was a whole lot of irrational going on around me.
ETA: Seanette, that’s how I see women’s rights, too - the right to do as we please, not have to do what anyone else thinks we should do.