Ah - it’s like that. Yeah, 62 sounds a bit old to be finally growing up.
I remembered my mini-rant - I woke up from my surgery yesterday with a fat lip and a big sore just inside my lip - it appears they taped the breathing tube down with my lip caught under it. Dentists tend to do this too - could you guys be careful with the lips, please? Make sure they aren’t caught under something!
I’ve known people like that, they just flounder when their parents aren’t around to protect them anymore.
Driving is serious business. I hope those teenagers recover.
Cat Whisperer, I am glad to see you posting, that means you feel well enough to sit up and type. I knew you were hoping to have surgery yesterday and sent some random prayers your way. I hope you have a nice, routine and fast recovery.
My rant: I got no sleep last night. My cats were NOT happy with the smelly intruder in their home. The very non-aggressive, happy to lay on a blanket by my feet and wag her tail at the cats intruder.
Lucky, the 10 lb, front declawed and missing half of his mouth cat was hissing and growling at the poor dog, while Spike would walk into the living room, see her, SCREAM and run into the bedroom and hide under the bed. Steve stayed in his closet, but I rarely see Steve anyhow.
For her protection, I put the dog in the guest bathroom. I figured she’d rather be there than in the cage outside, she was very much the housepet.
My interior doors were cut for carpet. The carpet went away and the floors are laminate, so the gap at the bottom of the doors is about an inch and a half. That’s plenty big for a declawed cat to reach his whole leg in to try to kill the dog. Idiot cat got locked in my bedroom where he nagged and banged on the door to all night.
The cats’ room is past that bathroom, and the gap under the door was big enough that the dog would shove her nose almost under it when she heard Spike going down the hall, which would scare Spike into SCREAMING and zooming into the litterbox room and crashing into the boxes, scattering litter all over :smack: OR, because he would forget about the nose under the door when he left, he would SCREAM and zoom into the bedroom. Or try to. He never tried to stop before hitting the closed door. I finally put Spike in the outside room so he would stop hurting himself, but Lucky didn’t shut up all night.
Idiot cats are lucky they are so cute, that’s all I can say.
You might try going to your local Rent-a-Stuff place and seeing what they have in the back room. Sometimes they have returns and repo items that are in pretty good shape. When my monitor petered out, I got a good used one for $27 (including tax). It would at least be a good stand-in till your finances were better! 
I’d forgotten how much of a pain it is dealing with a computer that doesn’t have an internet connection! I got a free computer that I’m turning into an entertainment center.
Okay, install Itunes… Okay, first I have to find the version of Itunes that’s for XP because it automatically comes up with the one for my laptop. And now I need Quicktime for all the videos…
Okay, install Itunes Toolkit… sigh now I need Dot Net, the installer of which I fortunately already have…
It’s not like the computers are far apart, but transferring files to the thumb drive, getting up from my desk, waiting for the computer to recognize the thumb drive… (while squatting in front of the computer because it’s not at a desk).
Annoying.
I’m glad somebody else thinks the same way I do!
Oh jeep - you’ve done so well. Why NOW do I put the key in the ignition and it won’t turn. You got hit and run, you survived, we changed your bent rear axle, replaced your fuel lines - you started like the warrior that you are. I’ve been starting you every other day to keep your battery going, now I’ve arranged to put the new car in the shop for some minor tinkering you’ve gone all stubborn on me? I’m trying to sell you to finish pay for the other car as you well know.
Gently tap key with rubber mallot, or somesuch. Chryslers are known for having bad tumblers, the wifes 2002 Caravan has the same issue, comes and goes with the weather.
Sometimes the steering wheel lock will prevent the key from turning. Grab the wheel and pull hard on it until it moves slightly, then try the key.
Listen, I grew up in Indiana so this whole Daylight Savings thing is complete bullshit to me anyway, but ever since I had a baby OH MY GOD I HATE IT.
I remember actually looking forward to the end of Daylight Saving because I got an “extra” hour to sleep. Of course, now that I’ve got children…well, there’s never an extra hour of sleep with kids, and somehow I feel like I actually lose an hour of sleep.
I used to use webshots for uploading pictures- pretty infrequently, but they were handy if I has something to link to for here for instance. (normally cat pictures and other really interesting stuff).
I had a quiz thing yesterday and I went to Webshots. Seemingly they have been taken over and a new crowd called Smile runs the place.
I worked it out (I thought) and downloaded their application to enable me to put a picture on their site. It wanted to upload all my pictures from the computer.
I was fed up by this time and it wasn’t really that important that I wanted to fiddle around with it. Backed out and forgot about it.
Rebooted the computer this morning. Instead of my normal screen picture Smile has inserted one of it’s own of a poxy windmill. I uninstall Smile. I get a message saying all components were not removed. I can’t get my picture on as a screen shot. I reboot. Same problem.
Two system restores later and I finally get rid of the rotten thing.
It pisses me off that such things are installed on your machine without a big banner saying “This will happen”.
The Nassau County BOE web site is pathetic. You have to scroll side to side to read the message there and they don’t have any information about where to vote, just that they’re working really hard to make sure we can all vote.
I mean from a purely aesthetic point of view the web site is shit but it also has no information on polling places. None. Not even where you would have voted if there had been no hurricane sandy.
From the site FAQ:
That is pretty pathetic. It’s not as if Nassau County is some backwoods hinterland with 4,000 people in it.
In my damn Focus, just below the head of the gear shift there’s a little plastic thing. This tends to slide down over time and when it does, the key can’t be removed or turned. Slide it back up and it starts/the key can be removed/whatever. I don’t understand why, but the first time it happened to me I was googling desperately from my phone and found this solution. And it’s worked every time.
I want sausage. Just plain breakfast sausage.
Do any of the grocery stores within 5 miles of me have this?
Well, they do have vegatarian sausage patties. Chicken sausage with apple. Peacock sausage with saffron and cinnamon. Sweet Italian Sausage. Hot Italian Sausage (that’s what she said) but nobody carries any plain breakfast sausage because they are all evil fucks who fucking hate me.
Fuckers.
Could there ever be a store which does not start with the Christmas decorations, displays, commercials before Thanksgiving? Some even started before Halloween.
Could they stop with the political ads on Words With Friends?
ID Channel. It’s nice that you create new shows, I love a good true crime story. Do you really have to use the same crimes over and over? Changing the title and the format while showing the same crimes over and over isn’t entertaining anymore.
I get skin tags. Lots of them. I even get them on my eyelids. Removing them from my torso isn’t a big deal. Removing them from my eyes is another matter. It’s like all the nerves and veins take up immediate residence.
Had a big one on my right eye. Hurt like hell every time I tried to cut if off, and yes, I am a wimp when it comes to PAIN ON MY EYELIDS.
Finally got it yesterday. Bled like a stuck pig for probably a good 15 minutes.
BLEEDING FROM MY EYELID!!!
Dripping, running down my face. I held a washcloth to it for most of that time. Rinsed it a couple of times and squeezed it out over my house plants.
Watering them with my blood.
Blood from tentacles that had been growing from my eyelids.
Now I can’t sleep. Not safe. They’ll mutate. I’m sure of it. They’ve tasted blood.
WHATS THAT???
Oh crap, just a leaf falling. I think.
Oh no.
They’re coming…
Thanks Rudy Giuliani. I really love being interrupted in the middle of cleaning my house after days of worry to find out that you think I should go vote for a man who pays a lower tax rate than I do. Why don’t you and Mittens go help out the Sandy storm victims? You know. The ones in Ohio and Florida.
:rolleyes:
Any respect I had for your leadership in the aftermath of 9-11 is completely gone.
Oh Jeez thanks so much. I get skin tags too. Now I have to worry about getting one in MY EYE!!!
Here in the land of “We don’t need no more stinking sunlight”, the time change messes with me because I have friends in states that buy into that nonsense. It ticks me off twice a year. Just pick a time and stick to it and I can work with it. Stop flipping changing it!!! And now I’m moving to a state that has it. I am so screwed. The cats will NOT be pleased.
Quoted in whole because it made me laugh a couple of times. Bolding mine 
You deserve nightmares for the one you probably have given me!
Bill and I can’t agree on a dress, so we are going to get married in Hawaii. Me in a white string bikini, a veil and one of those gauzy tie around the hips things. I forgot what that’s called. Bill will be wearing loud surfer shorts, flip flops and shades. We are handing out sunscreen to all of our guests.
Just practicing for Monday. I’m only going to change the story out once a week, that will give them plenty of time to talk about it behind my back
My real rant: I have a place for Steve to go. Its a place where damaged wild animals go to live out their lives in comfort. Steve will be able to live in a fenced in barn and will be fed and cared for with other feral cats. I’m OK with this and I think that Steve will be just fine.
Bill has suddenly changed his mind about Steve. Bill says that he’s not worried about Steve eating his face anymore. Bill says that he has now learned how interesting it is to live with a wild animal and really wants to move Steve to Texas.
I think that Bill is lieing to me. One of the first things he asks when he comes in is “where is Steve?” I can see him visibly relaxing when I close the door to the cats’ room. I don’t want Bill to live in fear, but I also don’t know how to tell him that I know that he’s scared of a cat. (This is a very reasonable fear, Steve is not a tame housecat. I’m used to dealing with ferals and the first thing I do when Steve feels trapped is to get out of the area.)