Maybe it was trying to help wash the floors? 
Seriously, I hope the cleanup and repairs aren’t too expensive or annoying.
Maybe we all need a break from facebook.
Real friend posted something today about the president making room for 10,000 refugees in the US, and the first 2 comments, from his supposed friends, not nameless strangers, were that the refugees are a trojan horse and a screen to allow ISIS to take over- Because the whole civil war and genocide are just a scam to get them into the US and make us all evil Muslims.
I just can’t get away from these morons.
Wut?
Dear family,
I do not live at my mother’s house. I have not lived there since 1999. Please stop dropping stuff off for me there, and expecting me to go collect it. Please bring things for me to my house. This includes picking up/collecting my daughter for days out and holidays. I’m sick of hauling her and her bags round on foot, when you can drive to my house.
And sister - commenting on a photo where my daughter IS WEARING a waterproof coat complaining that she’s not wearing waterproofs and wellies just makes you a bitch. I’ve deleted it rather than get into an argument. I’m not sure if that was diplomatic or unwise of me.
A hearty fuck you to the feces flinging monkeys who designed the Bluetooth pairing and connection process. It’s infuriating when it doesn’t work properly, which seems to be about 20% of the time. Time to go back to the drawing board guys. Here’s a hint - NFC pairing seems to work great but pairing through ‘discoverable mode’ sucks donkey balls. And once a device is paired, just connect to the damned thing when I select it.
My 22 y.o. daughter lives with us. The car she drives is currently in my husband’s name; she is covered under our auto insurance. (We’re working on changing that.)
She got a speeding ticket several weeks ago. She let me know at the time, and said she had been on her way to work, and was running late, so she was speeding, and (this being during the time her right ankle was sprained) because of her ankle she couldn’t tell how much pressure she was putting on the accelerator. IMO, everything after she was running late so she was speeding was bullshit, but whatever. This is her 2nd ticket in a year.
Then she finally received said ticket and was making arrangements to get it paid. I was looking at it (when she wasn’t home), and pointed out to my husband that she was pulled over not on I-69 (which would be on her way to work), but on I-465 (not on her way to work). He asked her about it. She said she had to go pick something up before work, so she went to the place to pick that up, and then was heading to work, so technically she was on her way to work when she got the ticket.
Last night, I was looking at the ticket again (we’re trying to figure out when it needs to be paid, other than ASAP), and the mile marker where she was pulled over is nowhere near either a) the place she said she was going or b) on her way to work.
So, she has flat out lied to us, provably, twice. Did she go to work that day at all? We don’t know. She has a habit of calling in; usually we know when she does, but maybe not. She’s not getting a lot of hours at work - because she calls in too much, and they won’t schedule her because they’re afraid she won’t show. Even at her best, she’s only working 13 hours a week or so. She is not looking for another job; she did have a positive interview a little over a week ago, but we’ve heard nothing yet.
Last night, I was so angry and hurt I couldn’t see straight. I expect her to lie to her mom, she wouldn’t be a typical young adult if she didn’t. But I always thought it was little things. This ticket stuff is a big thing. She seems to be actively lying regularly, telling us she’s going one place and then going somewhere else. I am so ready to put a GPS tracker on her phone, to find out when else she is lying. I feel betrayed.
I’ve calmed down today, and we’ve set it up for a “family meeting” tonight to discuss this, and confront her with the evidence. I’m not sure what’s going to happen, though, and whether I’m fighting a losing battle - or if I’ll ever feel like I can trust her again.
There are some hotel-provided wifis which aren’t good for anything other than webpages. No apps, no voip, no vpns, no games, no nothing unless it’s in a website.
People who decide to set those up should spend eternity staring at nothing but humor videos of a type they can’t stand and porn of varieties they find repulsive.
In Spain, all the Holiday Inns block Gopher.
They don’t want their guests tying up their bandwidth with streaming, I would guess.
You can Hide someone without defriending them. I’ve had to do it more than once.
Yeah, I’ve got three right wingers on Hide right now.
I fired it.
It is annoying but I am thankful I have insurance and that I called ServPro. It sounds like I’m parked on a runway with all the fans and dehumidifiers roaring away. I may have to replace the wood floor. I need ear plugs and my cat is getting nervous.
It os a great thing, the hide feature.
Now i need one for friends of otherwise normal friends.
I quit Facebook on Saturday after 8 years. Not “deactivate” my account, full-out Delete. If I want to go back I have to start from scratch.
I’d been thinking about it for a while but finally made the decision about two weeks ago. Long story short, it feels like every time I ask someone if they want to do something in real life they say no. Or worse, make a plan with me for coffee or whatever then don’t show up. This happens all the time. Finally something snapped in my brain and I decided “Why should I share my life and be entertainment for all these people who won’t even find *one hour *to spend with me?”
My husband suggested unfriending everybody right down to just my core people, but people get very offended if you unfriend then and I don’t want to hurt anybody’s feelings. Plus that doesn’t fix the fact that I was addicted. I’d look at it all day long. All I thought about was what I could post next, or how I could take a cute or funny picture to post. Everything I did was like “I can’t wait to post about this.”
So I made a week-long ceremony of leaving Facebook. I posted statuses counting down the days until Saturday and posted my email address in case people want to keep in touch. On Saturday I was at a cottage - I took my dog for a 10K run and posted a final selfie of us in front of the lake, then at precisely 3 pm I deleted my account.
My brain feels better already. No more constant need to pick up my phone and look at what other people who I barely know are doing. No more looking at stupid posts that people have blindly shared without researching (no goddamnit Bill Gates is not sharing his fortune with people who “like and share” that post!), no more getting jealous of people having fun with their close family and friends when my relatives have nothing to do with me and my best friends are either dead or live far away.
It’s such a relief to be disconnected from people who I wasn’t really connected to in the first place.
You failed your cooking class because you set your oven on fire???
Honey…you got bigger problems.
Well, hell.
My daughter is being tested this week to see if she has the same hideous disease that I have. She’s having a lot of pain in the area of her right kidney. Her doctor doesn’t want to say outright that she believes it’s PKD, but she reminded her it’s a 50/50 chance.
The ONLY positives she has going for her is that she already changed to a kidney friendly diet a few years ago and that by the time she’d need a transplant there is a VERY good chance artificial kidneys will be commonplace.
I would give anything for her not to have this crap.
Sure lady, give me the outraged “EXCUSE ME??”. :rolleyes:
You jumped up and ran up to the front of the bus. You stood there right at my row, while the women on BOTH sides of you said something about your rudeness. You ignored them and jumped in front of me when I stood up.
So when I walk past you on my way to my car and ask if you can wait your turn, because we all do, the moral high ground is not on your side.
So, basically, nobody wants to hang out with you IRL so you don’t want to hang with them online?
Oh, MissTake, I’m so sorry. I hope you don’t get this news when the tests are done, but on the (not very) bright side, you will know (all too well) how to treat and deal with this disease if it does turn out she has it. Best wishes to you and to your daughter.
What the hell, Oregon? They charged me income tax for the income I made last year when I lived in in Arizona, which I mistakenly didn’t pay because I misunderstood their form. So they charge me for the deficiency with interest.
Annoying, but no big, I paid it with interest.
Then they immediately send me a check refunding the amount I paid as an overpayment. Okay, fine, cool, they refunded me the stuff I only made in Arizona. I had to go through bureaucracy for that runaround when they could have just not charged it in the first place but whatever.
Now they sent me a second notice of deficiency, telling me I never paid the fine in the first place, charging back-interest to tax day with an extra 5% penalty.