[serious mode]And Draelin, I am just giving you this piece of information for FYI. Target has allowed the policy where their pharmacists can NOT give out medication if it conflicts with their moral views. i.e., contraceptives and morning-after pills. I am not trying to change your shopping habits here, just think you should be aware of their policy.[/serious mode]
Sorry about that, y’all. One of the few things that really gets my dander up. But - it’s Friday! YAY! And the boss is out so double-YAY!
He’s also very vain, and this tail thing has upset him greatly. All that tail fur? Gone, except for maybe the last two inches. He’s mortified. It’d be funny if it weren’t so sad.
Are you kidding? My doctor has decided that he doesn’t like me enough to let me stay on the pill (long story), and I never get my prescriptions at Target anyway, but are you kidding??? Not that I expect a whole lot of New Jersey pharmacists are going to be anti-birth control*****, but what the ever-loving hell???
(Can anybody tell I’m rabidly pro-choice?)
*****–I accidentally typed “bitch control.” Which a lot of people I know could use.
Ladies, this gets my goat as well even though I’m past it mattering personally. It’s just wrong on so many fronts. Get the hell out of the service industry as a living if you can’t or won’t do your effin’ job!!! :mad:
Drae wouldn’t it be a lot neater to just eat ice cream out of a bowl or right outta the carton rather than on the couch. Unless you like getting ice cream stains out of the couch. In that case knock yerself out. Oh and I expect blow by blow details of the possible fight betwixt realtor and inspector. I await them eagerly.
I already mentioned I get to spend tomorrow helping to pack up stuff at church. Then we’re having dinner with our lesbian lady friends which is always a hoot cause we assume we look like two straight couples having dinner. If only they knew what was really in their midst. BWAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!
I’m here today, but really busy. I thought for sure that it would be a slow day.
We got a bazillion squirrels at the Factfortress. Lots of oak trees in the neighborhood (which is called Oak Manor), so we have a bazillion acorn-fatted squirrels. And I’ve heard that there are deer that come through at times. Haven’t seen one yet, but I’m hoping.
Looking great, Bob. How’s the VunderWife doing? She should be further along on the road to real food by now, right?
Ooooh, that makes me so mad that I have to do the little butt-dance like Merryweather in Sleeping Beauty. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, just don’t worry about it–it wouldn’t make any more sense if you did, really.) I have never gotten a prescription filled at Target in my life, but you can bet that when I stop there at lunch to buy cat litter and Q-Tips (still haven’t bought them!), I’m going to give all the pharmacists very dirty looks. I’d just avoid shopping there at all, but the closest Wal*Mart is not very close at all … and I like Target better. I’m signing a petition or something, though. Oooooooh, that really makes me mad. I’m so mad I’m talking to myself. Well, okay, I do that a lot, but I’m muttering angrily to myself, which really proves I’m mad. Man, I would have thrown a fit right there in that Target if they’d refused me.
Still very mad. :mad:
Swampy, I promise to document the realtor/inspector throwdown. The thing is, they’re both so mild-mannered, I doubt it will be much more than eye-rolling and sighing. But I’ll do my best to get somebody to throw a punch.
I must interject here that I love my new laundry set. I just washed my daughter’s sleeping bag - it’s been living in a locker on the boat for over a year. I used the Extra Spin option on the washer, and it really took most of the water out of the thing. I am impressed. I’ve got a last load of semi-musty sheets in now. Even though they were clean before they were put away, they’ve been in the boat for too long, so now they’re gonna be fresh and clean and stored in the house.
And so far today, I’ve chatted with my daughter and an old friend, I’ve showered (whew) and readied the red guest room. I’m about halfway through readying the yellow guest room. Then I’ll tidy the kitchen and make a big batch of sketty sauce that my kid can take back to Orlando with her. I’ll also boil a chicken carcass and make soup.
FCD has cleaned up the basement (ManLand) and he just finished fixing a broken rocking chair.
It’s gonna be a productive day! Are you impressed? I am.
You look great. I wouldn’t kick you out of my bed for eating crackers. (if you were eating breadcrumbs for some reason, though, I would. That’s just silly to eat breadcrumbs in bed.)
Bobbio, those pictures are great! Make sure you save at least one “big outfit” so that when you are where you want to be at the end, you can take similar pictures. That’s so cool.
Susan, I’m sure you won’t be surprised to know that I share the same hesitation in regard to hair dying. I just can’t see myself doing it regularly (too much maintenance!). Now it doesn’t matter, but I tell myself I will gray naturally. Will I? Stay tuned…
Heh. Remember, swampy and I (and others here) are gay men. We’ve seen more eye-rolling, sighing attitude-battles in the last five years than many straight folk see in their entire lifetimes (outside of their children’s teenage years).
I need to do the same thing with mine. We’ve got the pedestals that bolt onto the machines, but it turns out that they’re narrow enough that the washer shakes when it goes into the extraction spin. Not a brilliant design. The base I’m planning will have open spaces for pull-out bins or drawers to hold stuff like extra bottles of detergent that we snag when it’s on sale and extra towels.
Do be sure to use the “HE” detergent or you can wind up with an “I Love Lucy”-worthy sudsy scene. Yeah, I know it costs more, but it is what you need for these machines.
Might also want to go light on the detergent for the first time you wash things - you may find your old washer didn’t get everything out. We really noticed that with heavy things like towels and beadspreads - even on a water-only rinse, the bedspread had enough leftover detergent in it that we had suds in the washer the first time we ran it through. :eek:
Amazingly, it’s taken me five months from buying the house to actually popping my head up into the attic for a look. The inspector didn’t look because the closet where the access hatch is was full of the seller’s stuff. (LAME EXCUSE!) Happily, all I saw was billows of insulation and dry roof sheathing.
Bobbio, you’re lookin’ good! Time to go out and get another suit!
Last night really sucked. While I was gone obtaining dinner for the family, my mother’s alarm company called. So, I called them back, but because I couldn’t remember the stupid ass passcode, they wouldn’t give me any information. Thirty minutes latert the same woman from the alarm company calls, asks to to speak to me again and informs me that my mother’s front door is open, one of her windows are broken, and that the police are there and want someone to come out. :dubious: Hookay-30 minutes ago you couldn’t tell me this because I couldn’t remember the dumbass passcode, but now you’re telling me. :rolleyes:
After describing which vehicle I would be arriving in, my husband and I took off for my mother’s house. We arrived at my mother’s house where the cops did their dutiful shining of flashlights in our faces and demanded identification. After determining who we were, they took my into my mother’s house. Nothing seemed to broken or disturbed except for in one of the bedrooms. Someone had hurled rocks so hard they bounced off the bedroom wall opposite the window.
It was very obvious where the rocks had come from and the police asked me if mother had problems with this particular set of neighbors. I told the police they’ve been nothing but problems since they moved in, that they’ve set her bushes on fire, they’ve pissed in her garden, they’ve cursed her out on a regular basis, and many other things. I also pointed out that there were close to 20 people living in the house. The cops are turning in their police report to the community liaison officer so these people can be tracked.
After all this, we went home, and I proceeded to call every place I could think of that my mother and MIL would be. You see, yesterday was my mother’s birthday. I couldn’t reach her anywhere, so I finally called her house and left a message on her phone. She arrived home at 11:00 last night and tried calling me twice. Apparently, I was dead to the world and didn’t hear the phone ring.
I just got off the phone with her. She’s going to call her insurance company and see about getting her window replaced and her door lock replaced. The lock appears to have been messed with as well and doesn’t seem very secure.
I now have to get ready to go and pick up my son’s glasses. They finally came in and the See Center is open today, even if it is a holiday.
Oh, and scout ; yeah I remember saying I was going to let my hair go gray “gracefully” and wasn’t going to dye my hair. That changed at about age 35 when I had way more gray than a 35 year old woman should have. Good luck with that!
It’ll probably be like a fight between two Englishmen.
Dirty look.
Dirty look.
Sigh.
Thought about slapping.
Dirty look.
Dirty look.
I got the world’s shortest Fairy Tale in my e-mail this morning.
Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl, “Will you marry me?”
The girl said, “NO!”
And the guy lived happily ever after and went fishing, hunting, played golf a lot, drank beer and farted whenever he wanted.
THE END
Taters that’s just a big load of crap that your mom has to put up with. There should be something she can do about those a-hats next door.
scout which hair would you dye? I’m just askin’, that’s all.
I’ve done maybe 7 or 8 loads using what I usually use - Purex liquid. No excessive sudsing, and the clothes seem to be properly clean. I just need to make sure FCD knows how much to use - he tends to overdo the detergent.
The platform is wonderful!! I can unload the dryer and sort so easily now. No more crawling halfway in to reach stray socks. We had to shim it because our floor is uneven and the first load was a bit more dynamic than it needed to be. But it’s all good. I’m a happy camper!
I’m not going to say you shouldn’t take you cat to the vet (even vets have boat payments to make and stuff), but usually when a cat pukes, it’s just showing it’s love. Or it laid in the sunbeams too long and got hot. Or it ate one too many dust bunnies. (But I’m sure this isn’t the case since I just know you’re a superb housekeeper.) Or one of any number (but not 417- any number except 417) of reasons (or no reason at all) cats have for puking on your carpet.
You know, lots of people misinterpret stuff all the time. Like this week at work (if you’ve already heard this, just skip along til there’s something you haven’t heard already- it won’t be any moreinteresting, but it’ll be new to you), this one lady came into the hospital with her dog. She, the lady, was nearly hysterical.
“My dog is choking!” she claimed.
“Uh… no,” I thought. “Your dog is just hanging out in your arms. No choking here, lady.”
But what I said was “Let’s go into one of the examing rooms and see what we can do.”
It seems the lady was running errands and brought her dog along. One of her errands was a stop at the bagel store. (Skip’s Bagels, but not Our Own SkipMagic. Another “Skip” owns the bagel place. As far as I know.) At the bagel store she bought a bunch of bagels. (Duh.) She thought she put the bagels in a safe place where her dog (a Scottie) couldn’t get at it. She was wrong. The dog got a bagel.
The lady didn’t want her dog to eat her bagel so she yelled at her dog. “Stop eating that!”
You know what happens when you yell at a dog to stop eating something? The eat even faster so you can’t take whatever they’re eating away from them before they’re finished. So the dog started eating faster and then started choking on the big ol’ hunk of bagel he (I think the dog was a “he”, but I didn’t really check.) was trying to eat real fast. (So even dogs should chew every bite twelve times.)
Luckily when her dog started choking on the bagel, the lady was driving right by our veterinary hospital. So she stopped and brought her dog in. Where I was there to help. So I helped.
I took the lady and her dog into an examing room and pried the dog’s mouth open and lo! There was a big ol’ hunk of slobbery bagel. So I reached in and hooked the bagel chunk out and threw it away.
I saved that dog’s life, man!
OK, actually I stole its big ol’ chunk of slobbery bagel that he was just about to swallow anyway. But the lady was happy, and that’s what counts.
Another misinterpretation of available facts happened Wednesday. (The Bagel Incedent was Tuesday.) There was this little Pug dog. He was real cute. For a Pug. Which isn’t the Prettiest Dog Ever if you really look at them, but some people like them.
Anyroad, this Pug got chomped by another dog. (I don’t have all the info on the incedent because I was in another exam room (NOT sleeping! Really.), but as it turned out the dog got chomped by another, much bigger dog. And the little Pug was dying! And crippled! And stuff.
So we (I helped on this part) back to the Treatment area (which sounds better than “The Back”, but it’s still “The Back”) and threw a stitch in the tooth hole. A shot of antibiotic and the Pug was ready to go. Unless he was all crippled, which the people thought he was.
So we put the dog down on the floor to see if he was crippled or not. ZOOOM! the little Pug when running off to another room and got bored there and ran into another room and then got bored with that and then ran down the hall and then ran back to us and it turned out he wasn’t crippled after all.
(Having your little dog chomped by a big dog is scary. I don’t blame the people for over-reacting.)
I have no idea what my point was, but then, really, when do I?
Good early afternoon everyone! Do I look different? Well, I should because I’m posting from my brand new iBook which I bought so that I can post from the comfort of my sofa rather than always being tied to the desktop.
OK - there’s a little more to it than that, but I kind of like the spoiled princess feeling.
Wow, Bobbio, that’s really impressive! Congratulations!!! What did you wear to the interview?
The maintenance is what deters me from changing haircolor as well. Also, the money. I started going gray in my late 20s. It got pretty pronounced in my late thirties and by now (late 40s) there’s lots of gray. My mental image of myself is with dark hair, but when I look in the mirror, I see it’s actually quite gray. I like it though, it’s gone gray quite smoothly.
And, on preview, Rue! Rue!, it’s Rue!!! With silly dog stories. How can you say that about pugs when you know our own Puggy loves pugs? They are beautiful. (Spoken by one who only has a vague memory of what pugs look like and is too lazy to go out on the internet to remember more precisely.)
The Target pharmacy thing makes me :mad: :mad: :mad: I never get anything from their pharmacy and won’t start now.
Day off today (hence the leisure to go acquire the laptop).
I wanted to let you all know that I didn’t go to Target–instead, I went to the pet store and bought Khan a snazzy new deluxe carrier for him to yell at me from on the seven-minute ride to the vet tomorrow.
He’s going to hate me, and then throw up on something I like just for revenge.
That one right there, in the front. See which one I mean?
Taters, that’s what I’m afraid of. I’m so low maintenance right now that the thought of regular hair appointments (or even me doing my own Miss Clairol #Whatever) seems out of the question. But yeah, what if my hair grays really ugly or really early? Will vanity get the better of me? I’m afraid that I will indeed cave in, and that will be a tough thing to come to grips with.
