September rants - sorry, no cute name

In the ongoing saga of shit the neighbors leave in my front garden, today I found a shirt - actually I think it’s called a onesie? Shirt with snaps at the bottom? Anyway, I didn’t realize it was soaked with urine until I’d fished it out from under the roses. Apparently someone used our garden wall to change their kid’s diaper and then just threw the stinky shirt (onesie?) under the roses.

I don’t get people like this. They, or someone they are responsible for, create something gross and they can’t stand to be near it, so they leave it for some innocent bystander to deal with? Like when the Potty Princesses tinkle all over the seat and just leave it there for the next person to clean up. Are they really that inconsiderate, or do they just not think?

Ex-housemate minirant:

For the last 3 years, she’s been slightly underpaying the council tax- it came out of my account, and for some reason, they don’t divide it into equal payments through the year, some were £104, some were £108, and one was different again- with no apparent pattern.

So, she’d set up a bank transfer, rounded down to £50 monthly, with the original agreement that she made up the shortfall in cash every month. I wrote off extra bit the first few months, because she was only working part-time, and was really tight on money. That was a mistake. She never got into the habit of actually coughing it up- reminder attempts got a sort of ‘Oh, I thought you were dealing with that’ or ‘I’ll just buy you a takeaway next month to make up for it’ sort of reaction. It was a little irritating, but it was only a few quid a month, so I just let it go, not really worth the fight.

Fast forward three years, and she’s just massively messed me around by moving in with the new boyfriend with no notice (two days after promising she absolutely was not going to be doing that), so I had to quit the flat and find somewhere else to live at very short notice- which was a nighmare move (she abandoned most of her stuff, including her pets, in the house, leaving me to sort it out), and I’m certain I’ve lost the deposit on the flat, as there just wasn’t time to fix all the stuff like the hole in the plaster where she tried to hang a poster up, or the rips in the wallpaper, or the big holes in the carpet where she left an iron. We’re really not on good terms any more, and are only communicating to sort out any final bills.

Apparently, after 5 years of leaving it to me (for the first two years, we got paper bills and paid equally, until I missed one, and got fined, at which point I decided direct debit would be safer) she’s suddenly decided to find out how the council tax was supposed to work, and claims to have discovered that at some point along the line, it’s been overpaid to the tune of £100, which the council may be refunding (though I’ll trust that when I see it, originally, she claimed it was £200 underpaid).

She’s insisting that this hypothetical refund is hers. Not even half hers- entirely hers. Because, you see, she forgot that she wasn’t paying her full half, so it’s totally unfair of me to assume that, because I’ve been demonstrably overpaying for the last 3 years, any money back due to overpayment should be due to me, unless she can actually prove that it’s hers. I’m being sooooo selfish. :rolleyes:

eta:
I doubt she can persuade the council to repay it to her account instead of mine- it’ll be interesting to see if she tries though.

Tell her not to worry, you’ll bring her takeaway sometime.

So you actually made it back to college this time? I must apologise, I always thought you were too emotionally stunted to ever manage it.

:eek:

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Today my rant is about people who come to a full and complete stop at a YIELD sign. I hate them. Also the people who are afraid to enter the traffic circle if anyone else is in it. I hate them, too.

It is September and it should not be 100. Anywhere. I despise this weather. I am moving to Seattle someday soon!

In other news, I gave the ex money and asked him to go get some beer for both of us. He didn’t do it. Who knew that laziness outranked alcoholism?

I’m sorry. :frowning:

Did he give you the money back?

Now. mine: kaylasmom, I love you dearly, but PLEASE use your head. You’re justly proud of the fact that you have mastered taking your own blood sugar with your Prodigy glucometer, and you’re justly proud that you have gotten into the habit of taking your morning meds religiously. But when you get up at 0530 while I’m at work, and find that your blood sugar is 43mg/dl, that is NOT the time to dose yourself with glipizide and metformin.

Seriously, you freaked kayla out, and by the time I got home from work, you were too far gone to benefit from ANYTHING by mouth (I even tried rubbing syrup from canned fruit into your gums), and I had to call the paramedics. Even they weren’t able to stabilize you at home, although they were able to bring you into enough lucidity that you were conscious during your ambulance ride to the ER of the closest hospital (your least favorite, btw).

Now we wait for the bills to arrive. :frowning:

I hate the people who are in the traffic circle but stop in case someone enters it. What’s that all about? You’re going to cause an accident with your hyper-caution.

I also don’t really understand why the 4-way stop is so gosh-darned hard to understand.

This!!

No, but it’s still sitting here where I placed it. I’m going to try to push his lazy butt out the door tonight, since kids bugging me for groceries (I shop daily), and I’ve been in and out of the house 3 times today (church, taking son to and from school).

Just went out to pick a couple tomatoes for tonight’s dinner. It’s 103° at 7pm. Bleah! No Delta breeze likely tonight.

At least you get self-broiling tomatoes.

I live in a suburb of Seattle. It’s supposed to be over 90 on Wednesday. Just thought you might want to know.

I am not a good cook. I don’t get the spices/flavors/textures thing. I am a very bad cook, I can’t think of anyone I know that is a worse cook than me. I know how to open cans and how to use a microwave, I can even follow a recipe but actually cooking is so far beyond me that even the coyotes didn’t knock my trash can over in hopes of finding something worth eating.

I keep trying though. Last night, I thought that today would be a good day for a nice chunky chicken noodle soup. That should be pretty easy, right? Cube up some chicken, boil some noodles, chop up some veggies and put them all in the crockpot and start them in the morning. Easy, right?

NO!!! I did something wrong and it was the most insipid, tasteless dish I have ever made. Bill valiantly ate a bowl and when I asked him if I should bother putting the rest in the fridge, he told me that he would bag it up and take it to the garbage can so Karen wouldn’t know what had happened.

“Cube” up some chicken? Were you starting with something like already cooked chicken breast? And you don’t mention using stock or broth.

Because if you don’t use broth/stock, you really need to start with raw chicken, with the bones and skin and all. That’s where the flavor comes from.

Also – don’t put the noodles in at the start, and there’s certainly no need to cook them BEFORE they go in. Noodles cook in about 8 minutes, so just put them in, dry, about ten minutes before you want to eat.

Cooking in a crock pot isn’t as obvious as it might seem at first. A big problem is you lose a lot of flavor potential if you don’t sauté the onions/celery/garlic and the like in some oil BEFORE you put things into the crock pot. With soup, the crock pot mainly replaces the slow simmering step, you still have to do all the precooking and such as you normally would.

Around 1 AM this morning I got a nosebleed for no apparent reason. Eventually we got it stopped, but it started up again a few hours later. Repeat. At around 7:30 it was apparent that this was not stopping, so I spent the morning in the ER.

The ER doctor said he couldn’t see where the bleed was, so it was probably up in the back somewhere. I now have a snoot full of packing, which hurts. I can only take Tylenol for pain relief, although Tylenol usually does between diddly and squat for pain. My nose is runny with snot and occasional blood. I am very tired but am not supposed to lie down. In two days I am to go see an ENT for further treatment.

It’s been exactly one week since I had the stitches removed from my hand, and I was just starting to feel normal. Cripes.

Following me too close will not make me speed up. I prefer to go at the speed limit or a wee bit over. Great off my ass, I don’t want to go through the hassle if you rear end me. ( We’re talking in town here )

I just watched a commercial from KMart… advertising for Christmas layaway.
Seriously?