@pullin so very sorry about your dog. How heartbreaking! {{{{ to both of you }}}} I’ll be holding you in the light 
@missred dental sympathy from afar. Keep up with the pain meds and heat packs-here’s hoping it’s over soon.
pulley. I’m so sorry about your dog. They sure take a piece of our heart with them. Today would be Bob the Wonder Pony’s 38th birthday. He’s been gone for 9 years and dammit, I still miss him.
Four inches of snow predicted for tonight into tomorrow. Fortunately, being a retired drain in society, I don’t have to go anywhere.
But I’m such a charming SOB! 
Tests went well and we both passed. For a DMV, it’s remarkably efficient.
I share birthdays with Stevie Wonder, Stephen Colbert, Richie Valens, Joe Louis, Jim Jones, and Dennis Rodman.
Happy belated birthday, FCM!
Pullin, so sorry about your dog.
Happy Toosday!
It’s a N.O.S. 40 degrees outside.
Fuming hot in the house.
I’m probably going to regret saying what I said, but I am fuming.
I’ve had enough of the cunt that is my sister.
But I probably shouldn’t have said what I did.
I need to calm down.
We are supposed to have snow tomorrow.
Not much though, I hope.
I am so sorry about your pup, {{{Pulley}}}
Losing them is the only downside of loving them.
Thank y’all for the lovely thoughts about getting me a break from all this shit.
What I really need is somebody to clean the house, somebody to call unemployment for me, somebody to take my son out driving, somebody to knock some sense into my sister, and stronger pain meds. Or maybe just let me borrow a strong spine for a while.
I need to deal with OAOASO as well. His phone is in my name and he hasn’t paid his portion of the bill for some time. I have debated just turning it off, eating the loss, and being done with it. He’s a grown ass man, I should not have to ‘remind’ him.
After all this shit gets done, then is when I need a padded box. If I go anywhere now, I’ll be taking everything with me.
No word yet on Ripple’s biopsy.
I’ll feel better once I know one way or the other.
If it is cancer, it’ll be another worry, but at least we can put a plan into action.
The way he acts though, he is not a dog who is sick.
He needs to go to the park, as do the other two.
Echo and Cerby are going to daycare tomorrow and Friday.
I need a break from Cerby. He made my arm bleed this morning, not on purpose but he is so energetic and paws at me for attention. He was getting attention, but he wants two handed attention. He doesn’t like it when I pet Ripple or Echo when I am petting him. I tell him too bad; I have three dogs and only two hands. I do my best but he doesn’t like to share.
I’m debating on talking to the lawyer, although he doesn’t seem to be open to talking with me.
He probably doesn’t want to hear it anyway.
We are supposed to go tomorrow, but I don’t want to. It’s a long drive, and then we’ll need to find a place to park. Probably in a garage somewhere. My son can’t get off irk, unless he calls in sick. This is one of their busiest times, and they already are behind in the irk, and they have to do inventory this week. He could call in sick, but should he? He already asked for the day off and was told no, so they know he’ll be using a sick day for vacation.
I think I am going to call the driving school and set up a few driving sessions for my son. They will be $75 a piece, but I think he needs to go out with somebody other than me.
He says it’s a waste of money, but he never wants to go out and drive.
He says the same when I say I’m getting a housekeeper in. It’s a waste of money and he’ll clean the house. He does some, but it’s not enough, and he doesn’t do deep cleaning.
Then again, I could get up off my lazy ass and do something too.
It’s nice that so many of you have siblings you get along with. My sister and I have never really gotten along. I thought it’d get better after we grew up, but it’s only gotten worse.
People who know both of us say she is jealous of me. I don’t know why.
Can’t help it either, I’m not responsible for her feelings.
So anyway
I got a text from my niece that basically if I don’t agree to my sister’s price, the house is going to have to go onto the market. I am expected to pay 1/3 of the work that needs to be done and my son will pay 1/9. My nieces will be taking a fee to see that the irk gets done and . cThat is their right of course. lean out the house.
A realtor looked at the house and said 360,000 is too high, but 280,000 is too low.
I was willing to compromise at 325,000.
My response was… not nice
You do what you have to do. Your fucking lying cunt of a mother already stole the ring. And I told you she was going to try to fuck us over. She’s a greedy bitch who doesn’t give a damn about anybody but herself
I knew my sister would wait until the last minute to pull some shit.
I doubt she ever really intended to buy the house, unless she can get it for a steal.
Sometimes I am really sorry for all the times I saved her sorry ass.
Happy Tuesday (for the second week in a row).
Readers of last week’s MMP thread may recall a (somewhat long-winded) tale I posted that I can’t figure out how to link to, in which kd99 learned of his RBF by means of a couple of billet-doux he received on restaurant napkins from complete strangers.
This a.m., circa 0300, I was in the same cafe; having just ordered my breakfast sandwich, I was approached by a young damsel in distress who requested to borrow my cell phone. Apparently, she had found herself stranded and wished to transmit an SOS to some person or persons unknown who might be in a position to unstrand her. To all appearances, she was just a regular person, perfectly presentable in such matters as personal hygiene and costume, the kind of person who, through no fault of her own (other than poor planning) could find herself stranded in the vicinity of an all-night coffee shop at three o’clock in the morning. Being the kind soul that I am, I naturally complied with her request, dialed the number for her, and handed over the phone.
Her face fell when her call went directly to voicemail. Struck by a desire to help her further, I rashly offered to drive her to her destination. She indicated that a bus stop would be adequate for her needs, but I wouldn’t hear of it. “Nonsense,” said I. “Where is it you’re going? I’ll take you there.” Defeated in the debate, she came through with an address in Eugene, Oregon. My mastery of Oregon geography being nonexistent, I typed the address into my phone and bade the Maps app to chart a course for Eugene.
Ah. 105 miles, as the Prius rolls. Had my vehicle been a flying crow, it would undoubtedly have been a shorter distance, but considering the airspeed velocity of a laden crow, as compared with the fleetness of a 2015 Prius in good operating condition, the car would likely have bested the crow in any putative contest with a starting point of Portland and a goal of Eugene. But I digress.
I bethought me on the fact that I am currently on a week’s leave from work (owing to the circumstance of my impending move into a new apartment on Thursday), and I had no need to rest up so as to report for duty tonight, and decided “Why not? I can’t even profitably begin moving my belongings from storage until Thursday. The sole item on my agenda for Tuesday is to set off a bug-bomb in said storage unit, then hightail it out of the vicinity until it has murdered any arthropods who may have decided to make an ill-considered trek from sunny California to the wintry wastes of Happy Valley, Oregon.” I negotiated with the server to designate my sandwich “To Go,” paid my bill, and the two of us (that is, the aforementioned D-i-D and I, not the server and I) proceeded, Shari’s Classic Breakfast Sandwich in hand, to the aforementioned Prius. Thus began our journey.
The first inkling I had that the Damsel might not be merely in Distress, but in a Disturbed State of Mind, was that she brought with her the glass of water that had been on my table in the cafe (a nice heavy drinking tumbler, too, with a liquid capacity of fully eighteen fluid ounces. Probably cost about twelve dollars at the local restaurant supply). The second thing was when, proceeding out of Portland, she began to insist that I was her father, and what a remarkable coincidence it was that we had happened to cross paths in a major metropolis, so distant from either of our home turves. She seemed to take my attempt to disabuse her of the notion as a sort of rejection. During the course of our journey, she also: wept for past regrets (the nature of which I did not ascertain, owing to her tendency to mumble); fumbled and lost my cigarette lighter while we were still sixty miles out from Eugene: demanded that I explain karma to her; panicked that we were headed into oncoming traffic on the Southbound 5 (we weren’t); removed her pants without unfastening her seatbelt; and attempted to climb back into them while still holding onto the still nearly-full water tumbler. Oh, and she asked me to reassure her that I wasn’t planning to hurt her.
I did so reassure her, and tactfully neglected to mention that I was capable of taking care of myself in the event that she might take into her head to try to hurt me.
Finally, we reached the address she had given me, only for her to realize that she had no idea which house she wanted to be deposited at, and what she really wanted was to be dropped off at the nearest Walgreen’s. I dutifully asked Siri to provide directions to that place, and five minutes later, I set her down in front of a [closed] Walgreen’s and presented her with a twenty-dollar bill from my wallet, on the grounds that having it would help her more than not having it would harm me.
I then drove across the street to an am/pm to empty by bladder, obtain a cup of coffee to sustain me on the return trip, and bought ten bucks worth of gas to sustain the Prius on the r.t.
Reaching Portland, I then drove back to the cafe and returned their water glass.
P.S. Happy Birthday to E.T.A. Hoffman. May your Nutcracker be ever shielded from the errant hands of small troublesome boys. I suggest that you also segregate it from any actual bowls of nuts. Those things are notoriously flimsy. I blame shoddy craftsmanship at the Nutcracker Factory.
i am in philly and have known several mummers. there are various types. i don’t go to the parade, and have only seen it on tv. mostly to see the current mummer acquaintance.
lager kept the sensor on for the entire run, which ended on friday. back to ear sticks for a bit until the doctors decide on another round or not. of course i got numbers on the ear sticks that didn’t show up on the sensors. lager is a tricksy boychik.
sounds like you had a good birthday fcm, dairy queen is yummy.
kd99, quite an adventure, I do hope the young woman will be OK, I concur that she has some type of disorder, hopefully she does have friends in Eugene to help her. And you are a much more patient and kind person than most of us.
Sari, don’t know what to say…family is something you’re stuck with, hopefully after the will is finally done and dusted, you can cut contact back to virtually zero with her (Niece’s are at your discretion). And son needs to put on his big-boy pants and accept responsiblilty for some of the driving–you can tell him a 70-year old stranger from Alabama told him so…
OK, morning didn’t go quite to plan. The room/space heater I had broke with no warning, so I rode out to Wal-Mart and after chasing around most of the store finally found them, so I have a $50 space heater. Also gassed up car so still need to contact AT&T this afternoon and gym may be tonight’s activity.
Alright, had some Diet Pepsi, so onward into the afternoon.
Exhausted. Back to work. We shall see about Furnace Guys at some point. Hopefully I’ll get a heads up about their imminent arrival.
sari, your sister sounds like a real piece of work.
I was close to my late big brother and am close to my next-to-the-youngest sister. I’m OK with Baby Sis and Little Bro, but the sister next to me is estranged (for good reason). She’ll be the one who, when Dad goes, will hang up probate until the attorneys wind up with his estate.
I picked up the prescriptions and while I was there, got some canned soup (I hadn’t bought any of that in at least a decade), applesauce and 'nanners. I think I’m stocked now for the next week of eating fairly soft food.
Howdy Y’all! Laundry got laundered and everything put where it stays when clean until dirtied up again. I also started some chili in the slow cooker as we are down to only one container in da freezer. I have also been readin’ up on stuff for the Priest search committee. One of the things we must do is a Parish survey. There is this website called, for real, Holy Cow Consulting. We could use it to conduct the survey and also it would collect and distill the data for us as well as provide a consultation via the magic of teh intartoobz. All this for a mere thousand bucks. I think it might be worth it, plus a thousand bucks is already designated for the survey portion of things. From that we would develop a Parish profile which will be used in the search. OK, that was rambly, but my brain is busy thinkin’ about this and how fast we can get the survey done. Be nice to get it done by the end fo February. Oh and we have achieved nappage. We’re old farts and need our nap.
GodBod sorry for all the drama and angst. Hope it resolves soonest.
sari sometimes ya just gotta say what needs to be said. I hope all that is over soonest for you as it seems that would be a biiiiiiiiiiiiig thing to be glad is behind you. I like the idea of the drivin’ lessons. Maybe son needs a push to go ahead and get his license. Perhaps a deadline to get it done or find his own way to irk and back? That sounds mean, I know.
Taters hope you can get out of there when you want to get back home in a reasonable time.
red hope the dental woes are over soonest.
WetOne sounds like weather to not be out and about. Also, better thee than me.
dad quite the adventure. Glad neither she or you turned out to be an axe murderer.
Cookie glad y’all are street legal in Minnesota.
Alas, Trader Joe’s Fleur de Sel Caramels are seasonal, and they didn’t have any today. My wife should have eaten them faster, then I would have gotten her more when they were available.
FCD is at the ER with his mom…
FCD is at the ER with his mom…
Oh, no!
I am so sorry!
oh dear.
Oh, no Moooooom. Hoping everything turns out well.
I have the same problem. Those are darn good caramels.
This season Costco also had a good sea salt caramel but they too only do them seasonally, as I found out to my deep dismay. Next year I’m gonna buy extra caramels at both places!
We have supped and cleanded up the kitchen. Now more sloth ensues.
MOOOOOOM hope MIL is OK and it’s not sump’n serious.
Our Costco still has them. You might check at local stores that have bulk food dispensers. They usually have them, too.