Ermahgerd. So busy. Weekend very long. Wet and rainy. Sick and overwhelmed at work. No time to read previous posts. But I’m alive and home safe, and maybe tonight I can slog back through everything I missed. 
Hugs for people who need them, happy birthdays and congrats where necessary, and so on. 
Hugs to appropriate mumpers.
I am drowning in irk!
Car fix-it place for Mr Jynxster car has not called for two days. Am irked.
Mr. Jynster got the Sunday - Thorsday shift for irk. At least its days. Am still irked.
Have I mentioned that I am IRKED yet?
Come on Apelet! All your Doper aunts and uncles are anxious to meet ya! Mommy is sorta anxious herself. 
Spidey that would be the Prelinger Archives. Be prepared for hour upon hour upon hour of time wastin’.
Waitin’ on my ten o’clock appointment to show up. Note it is almost ten-thirty edt as I post. Nice lady, really but kinda what we southerners would describe as right addlepated. This is why we call it irk, right?
Why was her car taken away?
Swampybear, I’m happy to report that it looks like we have enough TP for at least a week. Here is a picture of our current stocks.
So happy to be back out on the boat 
It feels good to be home. Is it odd that my place of work is my home now, more than any other place? I mean, back in Houston all of my things are in storage. I do technically have a place I’m renting but it’s just a verbal agreement between friends of my landlord and me… none of my stuff is there, it’s just a room in their house… doesn’t really feel like my home.
But out here on the boat? I’ve got all my coworkers which are kind of like family since we live and work together for a month at a time. I get to sleep in the room and the bed that I’ve been sleeping in for a long time now. Etc, etc, etc…
I’m glad to be back to “irk”
AUGHHHHHHHHH!!!
I hate filling out loan applications, especially when after I fill it out it turns out to be read only and all my changes were lost and I have to start over.
On a good note the new mortgage guy called me back before 9am and they will do mortgages under 75,000 they will even do mortgages under 50,000 so we are back on track and moving forward.
Now I have to fill out the forms again, and try to send them.
Midget I’m sorry life is so sukky for you now.
Apes I went through the same thing with my son, lots of labor and no dilation. Finally I had to have an emergency c-section.
Swampy Some people have no concept of time. They are very annoying to those of us that do.
Are you ready for a story? Probably not but I will tell it anyway just because. I’m going to work on the application after I log out from work because it’s very annoying trying to fill out an app when the phone keeps ringing.
So I have some time.
My son’s paternal family have no concept of time.
I saw them at his father’s funeral for the first time in about 9 years. They never had any contact with my son even though I had always hoped they would. I think grandparents are important for kids and they should know both sides of the family - for balance.
Well I found out at the funeral the reason why they had not contacted me was
His father had been badly beaten up and told his parents I had paid to have it done to him and if they contacted me or tried to see my son I would have him beat up again.
This was news to me as I had never had him beat up and if I had wanted to I sure wouldn’t have had to pay.
The truth was I had saved his ass from a beating a few times.
I didn’t know he was a crack head until after I got pregnant and he and his friend used to love to rip off drug dealers.
Not a very healthy hobby.
One of their favorites was to cut corners off a $50 and glue them to a $1, and hand the folded bill to the dealer. By the time the dealer realized what they had done they were miles down the road.
Anyway, I am sure that is why he got beat up because you can only do that so many times before you get caught.
If I had really wanted to hurt him I could have taken him to court for more child support. That would have been way more painful for him than a beating could ever be.
So anyway, it was decided after the funeral that his parents would start to spend some time with my son.
They live just over an hour away from here so they would ask me to meet the at a halfway point. I was more than happy to drive the whole way but no, they didn’t want me to.
So we would meet up at the Safeway parking lot.
If they told me they were going to be there at 5pm, I quickly found out I was lucky if they showed up at 6. They are NEVER on time, never.
If they wanted him on Christmas, they would call me around 10 or 11 Christmas morning to tell me that they think they know what their plans are for the day and and time they’d like to meet to get him.
They never know what they are doing.
Which all leads to what I call the ‘Wedding Fiasco’.
The younger of his two aunts found herself in the family way and so the wedding plans were on. That these people who are never on time, never organized, have trouble making plans were trying to pull off a big church wedding in under 6 months should have been my first clue to run away.
They asked me if the Sah-son could take part in the wedding and of course I said yes. he was about 12 or 13 at the time.
Also understand that at this time I was still delivering papers and pet sitting so I wasn’t getting much sleep and my normal sleep time was 5pm until midnight.
So the first indication of what was to come was his aunt calling me to tell that we were meeting up at the bridal shop on Sunday to get fitted for gowns and tuxes. She told me she would call me back with a time. On Friday I called to s what was up, left a message. no answer. Saturday I called several times, no answer and no responses to my message. Sunday I called several times again to see what is up, no answer.
About two weeks later I get a call from her asking if I an be at the bridal shop in a half hour for him to be fitted for his tux.
UH nooooo. I wasn’t even home, in fact I was almost an hour from home. By the time I turned around, went back home, get him ready and to the bridal shop it would have been 2 hours.
As well as the rudeness, she gave a quick apology and she got my message and she has been so busy, but I think it would have taken 2 minutes to let me know what was going on and it was exceedingly rude to not have let me know anything.
So finally my mother just took my son to the shop and got his tux on her own.
Then I find out they are having the wedding in Annapolis. Not where she is from, not where he is from and not only are they having it in Annapolis but they are having it in an historic church in the historic part of the city which means circles, getting lost, cobblestone streets and no parking.
However, they were nice enough to find a hotel and got us a group discounted rate because everybody was going to stay at the hotel before the wedding.
OH!
I think the rate was $132.
Then my son gets his invitation in the mail. It is addressed to him and only him. I’m not invited, no guest, just him alone.
OH!
So I figured I can drop him off with them and that is that, because what else am I supposed to do. Drive him to the wedding and sit outside and wait and then drive him to the reception and sit outside and wait?
On no, they can’t have him with them because they are too busy to deal with him. So I am just supposed to take a day off work and lose a days pay and pay for a hotel room to take him to a wedding and a reception ti which I am not invited?
So I suggest they take him but he is too young to stay in a room by himself and of course he can’t hang out with the groom and groomsmen because they will be doing the bachelor party thing and he can’t be there with them.
Then they decide he can room with his grandfather who won’t be joining in the festivities, and by the way my share of the room will be $86 plus some change.
I think you have got to be fucking kidding me that you are actually expecting us to pay for half the room!!!
So it is decided that I will drop him off at their house the afternoon before the wedding. He will ride with them to the church for the rehearsal, go with them to the dinner, stay with his grandfather and I will pick him up after the reception.
Then, then… THEN
I get a call 3 days before the wedding saying everything has changed because his grandfather is on the hospital and they don’t know when he will get out so I am supposed to drop everything and ride all over the place to make sure he is where he has to be at the appropriate times and it doesn’t matter obviously that this means I am losing work and losing pay and losing sleep because it’s 3 days before the wedding and they still have NO IDEA what they are doing.
I am working two jobs, I am working 80 hours a week, two jobs in which I cannot just call in and say I’m not showing up. I cannot live on ‘I have no idea what time and where you need to be but I’ll let you know when I figure it out’.
So it comes up to the day before the wedding and they still haven’t told me what I need to do.
I called several times and they still had no idea what they were doing, how to make it work, what I was supposed to do.
They said they’d call me in a few hours, I waited and no call.
So I said fuck it and went to bed. They called several hours later and said to bring him to their house and I didn’t even answer the phone.
Haven’t talked to any of them since.
Don’t want to, don’t care to, and from that point on I said if they wanted to see my son they could make the arrangements and deal with it because I was done.
His aunt called last year to invite him to her kid’s birthday party. She called him at 3 for a party at 5 and they live almost 2 hours away.
He told her thanks but he couldn’t make it. I told him I’d take him and he said no, if they couldn’t ask him sooner then he wasn’t changing his plans at the last minute for them.
Yes, I have the Prelinger Archives bookmarked on the iPad so I’ll have something to watch during my recovery.
I’m at T-29 days for the surgery. Still trying to wrap my head around the two to three months recovery time, just to be able to return to work. Full recovery is pegged at 9-12 months. :eek:
Some professionally-frozen warts are at blister stage now. Not sure which is worse - warts inside finger joints, or the freezing and blisters inside finger joints. Especially when your life is predicated on typing all day long.
sahirrnee, on the bottom of the outside of the disposeall, there is a spot to insert a ? 1/4" ?[or so] hex key. This lets you unbind whatever is stuck by backing off the grinder inside. If whoever installed the device had a pair of brain cells, the key is under the sink somewhere.
Of course, if it failed the way my last one did, this advice is mute. We discovered the neck where it connected to the sink rusted away. As Mrs. Vorlon was pouring a quart of tomato sause down it!:smack:
Well that was messy!
I don’t think it’s stuck, I think the motor is dead.
I’m sure there is no key under there but I will look later.
It would be nice to open it up if that can be done so whatever small bits are left in there can be flushed down the drain.
Done irk for the am, ate some lunch, now to get cleaned up.
I feel back asleep this am and woke up just in time to log in for irk.
Weird ass dreams too.
Then I can start the laundry and a trip to the store when Sah-son gets home. I don’t know if we’ll do a short run for soda, milk and juice if we are doing the big run for everything.
I should probably do the big run today because I will be sitting hellpup and her big sis for the next few days, maybe. It’s kind of up in the air how much I’ll be needed. I may be spending the night there for the next couple of days.
**sari **- look for a reset button. We thought our disposal died, but we saw a little button on it and when we pushed it, we were back in business. It’s a safety thingie - our idiot cat had turned the disposal on, and it ran empty and dry and overheated. The button popped and our disposal was saved.
Oh, and I also HATE when folks can’t be on time - sounds like that side of the family is totally whacko!!
We started working on our deck, but it’s too danged hot out. We’ll restart in the cool of the morning. I’ve got a chicken carcass to pick and broth to strain - after I cool off a bit. It’s mid-80s and really humid, so the house is closed up and the a/c is on. Dammit. 
Why is life so damned expensive? 
So there’d be a reason to go to irk every day.
repost from my pregnancy thread
Good answer good answer!
Not every disposer has that hole to use a wrenchette. (Yes, that is the official name for the tool!) Un-wrenchette-able disposers may respond to trying to rotate the works from above with a broom handle or similar stout stick.
The good news is that if your disposer is well and truly pining for the fjords, they are pretty easy to replace. Awkward, due to the bulk and weight, but still pretty easy. Do yourself a favor and buy the second- or third-most expensive one with sound-deadening insulation and automatic self-reversing. The first time you flip the switch and the thing comes to life with a soft hummmmm instead of GRIND!GRIND!GRIND!GRIND!GRIND! you’ll forget all about the price. The guts will be stainless steel, so the thing will also last much longer than the cheap ones.
Because contrary to the song, it’s not love that makes the world go round but money.
The more people that populate the earth the harder it is for the earth to spin, so therefore the world needs more money to keep up its spin.
More money cheapens what money is out there so it takes more and more money and thus it becomes more expensive to live.
Without all this money the earth would lose its spin and come to a grinding halt and which point gravity ceases to exist and we will all go hurtling into space where we will no longer worry about life being expensive.
However if you manage to float over above Georgia there will be lots of toilet paper floating around, not so much above Venezuela.
I’ll look for the reset button.
Usually maintenance is done by my mother’s bf but I will see what I can do.
I think my father put the disposer in and since he’s been gone for 24 years it’s probably time to put in a new one anyway.
Maybe my grandfather put it in, but he’s been gone for almost 20 years so it’s probably still time for a new one.
Damn! I love you people.
Now you would think that somebody in this house would have hit the reset button.
i didn’t because I was told it was broken and not to use it and I assumed (dumb me) that one of the other adults in this house would have tried that too.
Anyway it works again, although the smell coming out of it is pretty rank.
Lots of water and some baking soda took care of that.
NOTE TO SELF:
Make sure tp is well-grounded so it does not float off into space because that would not be a useful thing to happen. 
Mornin’ and afternoon appointments showed up. Mornin’ lady was late bless her lil’ ol’ addlepated heart. She’s 84 and still wants to work part-time so I shall make that happen for her. I believe I have found a nice cushy place where she can answer the phone, send calls to voicemail if the person is not available and greet people when they come in the door while comfortably seated at a desk. Ok, so no job is cushy all the time but from nine a.m. until 1 p.m. M-F should be a pretty easy thing to do. This is at a Council on Agin’ site so the age thang is not a biggie either bein’ as the average age appears to be around seventy-five. I was even nice to afternoon lady who I said I would painstakingly scrutinize. She was pleasant, cooperative and on time even. I will most likely have a placement for her at a local library (pronounced liberry) answerin’ phones and filin’ stuff. I can be nice when I want to after all.
$2.99 the stock of tp looks a little iffy to me. Maybe you should hide a couple emergency rolls just in case.
ETA: Quite a story there sari! Oh and yay for workin’ again disposal!
I’ve been told if you need to reset your life you press your belly button. No idea if it makes an audible click or anything so just kinda press and wiggle it around a little bit. Now mine’s not bad at present (and I hope yours isn’t either!) so I think I’ll hold off until it gets all sucky but it’s comforting to know it’s there if we need it.
Just behind the lint.
