Hey, I remembered another thing I wanted to rant about - people who refuse to move their cars so the streets can have the snow cleared off! The city has developed a process of declaring a snow event, where people parked along designated routes (busy streets and bus routes, mostly) have to move their cars off those routes so they can be plowed properly. There are fines associated with not moving your car, but they’re small, and it seems like people are mostly ignoring the bylaw at this point. The usual excuse is, “I don’t have anywhere to move my car to!” This is the second winter for this program - you haven’t figured out yet where you can move your car for a day in two years? It looks like the only way people are going to start taking it seriously is if they start towing.
The really irritating thing about this? The city developed this plan because of the constant bitching that they weren’t clearing the snow well enough. Gah!
kiz When you are driving, you are looking at traffic and paying attention to your driving. You are not checking out the road for little bits of metal. The other tires probably got holed with bits of pipe that didn’t have heads like screws and nails do. That sort of damage is usually a slow leak, instead of a catastropic blowout.
I could be wrong, but I nailed it with the nail in the tire Gawd, I crack myself up!!!
SIL wants me to contact my friends so she can host a Pampered Chef demo party for them. And cook for them. She can’t cook, and not one of them wants any P.C stuff. And she lives 40 miles away. Why can’t she harass her own friends?
A cousin's kid has decided that she has to go on a mission to a faraway country, so of course she has to bug the rest of the fam for the funds. I don't know who's going to send her any $ but it certainly won't be me. This is yet another entry in my ever-expanding "Not My Problem" list.
That’s where I fall back to my persistent advice to pull into a public place, preferably a convenience store/gas station, as there are usually many witnesses and security cameras. Park as close to the door as you can, go inside and stand by the counter (where you’re sure to be directly on camera). If the person follows you inside, advise the clerk to call the police as they’re walking in, and why.
Of course, with persistent tailgaters, I’ve been known to take my foot off the gas and just coast to a stop. Even on the freeway (got down to @20 before that asshole decided to go around me! - but I only did that on a nearly empty freeway, not in traffic.)
On my end, the police station is like 1.25 miles from my apartment. Only the angriest, dimmest bulb is going to follow anyone into that parking lot. Never had to do that.
I was trying to think of a public place to drive to - there’s a fire station not too far out of my way that I was thinking about. I also drive right by a busy grocery store. I think I have to think of a policy in advance - when I was starting to get freaked out, I wasn’t thinking too logically.
Don’t lie down for it thinking, expecting or working on sleeping.
Think only one thought.
Rest.
Just lie down, close your eyes, get as comfortable as possible and think about how comfy and warm the bed is, how good it feels just to lie there, how nice it is to just relax and unwind…
And if sleep comes, wonderful. If not, then you got a nice physical rest and felt good about it.
She’s really late back from work, and I’m really not looking forward to telling her when she finally gets back in. This is not going to be a happy night.
It’s got me worried too, as mine died last week; I hope there’s nothing contagious going on, we have two young ones as well… We got those two together, and they were probably about one and a half (though the place we got them from wasn’t exactly great, and they might have been older than that), so hopefully it was just age. It just seems quite unlikely for them to die so close together.
Around here if you park on a snow route in a snow emergency your car will be towed and you’ll have to ransom it out of the impound lot. Of course our snow emergencies are probably everyday weather where you live.
Fingers crossed, everyone. Steve is going on a plane tonight. He’s going to be on drugs and he has a first class seat all of his own. The plan is to put ketamine in his gooshy food, and then when he goes out, stuff him in a carrior, padlock the door, cover the carrior and drive to Skyharbor.
The tricky part is trying to get the next dose into him. If he’s still asleep, I’ll be able to open the door and squirt it down his throat. If he’s any sort of awake, I’m going to have to try to give him a shot through the door. This is usually pretty easy, turn the carrier upside down, kitteh slides to the bottom and shot happens.
Steve is not a stray housecat. Steve is a wild animal. Housecats hesitate while they are trying to figure out what is going on. Ferals react instantly and violently.
AV gave us a letter that says that Steve is a wild animal and that the door should not be opened, but Bill thinks that showing that might be like waving a red flag in front of a bull. Bill flies a lot and doesn’t have a good opinion of TSA.
Good luck flatlined and if you ever have a plan like this for a not cat please remember to not put it on the internet. Also I’m a little jealous that Steve gets to fly first class.
Laughs with both of you. I can sure see how confusion happened. Oopsie
The other cats will be flying business class. Bill almost always flies business class. I’ve never flown first class! Bill says that he is going to take one for the team and move Steve first class because he wants Steve to have more space than business class.
Oh come on! Please move Steve back to Cattle Class where he can sit next to some inattentive parents and some screaming idiot child who will insist on opening the cage to pet the kitty.
Gawd, I crack myself up!!!
