That’s as good of a guess as any. Is that a thing?
I honestly just want to know what they thought was to be gained by taking my Owner’s Manual for the car. They took a belt in the back seat, but left a hat. It’s all so random. I doubt I was the victim of some highly organized crime-ring, but I still don’t feel safe leaving the apartment until the locks have been changed.
I know. Back when we thought I had regular gout, we checked the required diet online, which was the absolute opposite for my diabetic diet. WTF, some people have competing conditions, what are they supposed to do, become breatharians? Thank Ghu pseudogout has no dietary triggers, and my migraines never had dietary triggers.
I tend to avoid lettuce in general as it is nutritionally fairly null [unless you want the fiber in romaine] and I prefer spinach or raw cabbage. My lunch is based on raw cabbage and my nutritional consultant says that when my chopped salad is made with the assortment of stuff I tend to cram in it is very nutritionally dense. Though my favorite snack is still celery or cucumber with hummus as dip, which is good for protein and fairly quick to actually digest so I don’t urp all night.
I would have touched it up by painting all the little kitty prints in bright contrasting colors.
My rant today is that I sent mrAru out to get a picture of the eagle nest before they get back and set up housekeeping and they will not be coming back - a storm blew a large pine down and it apparently brushed against the tree the nest was in and we now have a pile of brush and down and feathers [and whatever else the nests are made of] on the ground under the tree. No idea if they will rebuild or simply move to another area that we may not find. I called and left voice mail for one of the biologists to let them know about the accident but haven’t heard back from him yet. Bugger Mother Nature.:mad:
Television without Pity is dying (see the Cafe Society thread) and Wayback Machine doesn’t have the individual threads archived. Thus, everyone who enjoyed reading the forums has to save each tiny page of each thread to their harddrive manually.
Shit, fuck, piss-ass, etc.
Why does everything I like have to die? Does this mean I’ve lived too long?
Why the hell do people fill up a laundry cart with their hamper and miscellaneous crap and then leave it there? Why do they do this when the laundromat is full of people needing those carts? If I were less of a nice person, there’d be some people with all their crap spread on the floor and other, decent people with empty laundry carts they could use to move their wet clothes from the washer to the dryer. You know, the use they were intended for!
My (6-8 year old?) computer chair stank. The whole area stank. Getting worse as it warmed up. I sprayed the chair thick with Lysol last night before going to bed, I sprayed it thick with air freshener this morning, and in the early afternoon, I couldn’t take it any more. I supposed I could have bought some Febreeze and hosed it down, but after using that with the last cat’s problems, I will forever associate that perfumy smell with cat urine. Not that I’d want to have to smell the perfume every time I sat at my computer.
So I went out, checked three different stores, bought a new chair and chucked the old one. Sprayed down the desk and carpet with Lysol and air freshener, and here I am, six hours later, enjoying the fact that for the first time in a long time, I’m not dealing with a stinky workstation.
Oh, and being able to adjust the height on the chair is nice too. That had been broken on the last one for about a year.
We’re painting up to sell, otherwise that would be a great idea!
Miniscule rant - why would a doctor, with chart in front of her, call a patient on HER BIRTHDAY, and leave an ominous message like:
“Hi, I *need *to talk to you about one of your lab results. The office is now closed, so you won’t be able to call me back. But we re-open tomorrow at 9, and it’s important you call us back tomorrow morning.”
Way to ruin the rest of my birthday, THANKS!
(ETA - I mean, she had my chart right there, she could have noticed she was freaking me out on MY BIRTHDAY!)
Good idea. I ran out and got some after a while and it really helped. I wish there were a quick fix for jet lag.
Everyone’s systems are completely fucked. I laid down at 3 and woke up at 9 p.m. to find my kids sprawled unconscious in random areas of the house. My daughter was on the dining room floor, half under the table. My son was on the couch, covered in cushions with only his knee sticking out. My husband had apparently dozed off for half an hour while watching them and they just wandered away and passed out.
I’ve got no problem with that, but Monday will SUCK. Oh, and I have to travel for work Tuesday. I fucking hate flying and the last thing I want to do after spending more than 20 hours in a plane is hop on another plane while my e-mail piles up. What’s kind of hilarious is that my department reorganized while I was gone. I had a vague idea of what I was doing and who was reporting to me when I left, but I still don’t know what my title is or which projects are mine. So I’m going in blind when I travel, not knowing what the fuck I’ll be doing when I arrive. Nice.
ISTM that the fact that you allow the decent people to continue to suffer due to the abuses of the inconsiderate ones suggests that you are less of a nice person. But perhaps you meant to say “less of a TIMID person.” 
I think my hard drive is dying. The computer spontaneously shut down on Thursday after acting sluggish all day; once restarted, it took forever to return to Windows, and was spinning constantly. After every scan I could throw at it, and a run of chkdsk, it was acting fine. Then it crashed again tonight; the recovery facility said it was a communication failure and a boot path test failure. Ran the Windows startup repair tool, which got me back into Windows…now we’re back to the constant spinning, and I’m getting notifications that the interface of the most recently installed program is not available because “C: is corrupt or not available”. >.<
I have very recent backups…I just don’t have time for this nonsense!
I have never painted a floor (thank the gods) but every time I mop the kitchen my cat walks on it right away. I though cats didn’t like water?? 
Not much, they don’t; they DO like it a little better than local reversals of entropy that don’t directly benefit them, though.
And it stays more-or-less fresh in the cupboard for the next time you need it, too. 
(Being properly hydrated probably helps jetlag, too.)
They’re cats - they like getting into trouble more than they hate water.
I know it’s a pain to fix it, but that picture made me say “AAWWWWW!!!” My dog liked to play with paint too…one time, my dad was working on an old sewing machine, and had just finished applying the last coat of black to the base. He turned his back for a moment, then returned to his work to find golden fur stuck in the paint, and a freshly black-striped golden retriever happily strolling away.
The windstorm last week ripped the screen out of our front storm door and we had it replaced yesterday. I locked all of the cats up, but Buttercup still wore herself out watching the open door and waiting for her chance to catch an escaping cat.
I didn’t realize until I was tipping the installers that she had scared them. They thought that she was watching them and waiting for just the right moment to jump in and bite one of them. :smack:
I sure wish they had said something, but in the future, Buttercup will also go into durance vile.
Up until today, I was handling it ok, but I turned 50 today and I’m all freaked! I feel like I’ve done nothing with my life, and now I don’t have much time to fix that! I know I’m way over-reacting, but :eek:!!
Anyone have any survival tips? 
Helena330, I’ve heard that everyone has one bad birthday. Only one. Mine was when I turned 30. I was such a mess, I’d really break out in tears at random times just because I was suddenly OLD and I wasn’t going to do anything more than get older and then I was going to die and nothing would change.
My BFF had a total meltdown on her 60th birthday.
I have no advice to offer, but can tell you that this is pretty normal. Also, due to the butterfly effect, you have no idea who much the good you have done in those 50 years has changed the world. I’ll bet it was for the better.
Also, white chocolate coffee syrup over expensive chocolate ice cream is a very good thing. And did you know that soft vanilla ice cream mixed with fruit looks just like greek yogurt in front of your coworkers?
My bad birthday was 40. I cried the whole day and night.
Went out for a drive today. Nice.
3 blocks from my apartment, coming home, there is an accident in the middle of the road. It appears that someone ran full speed (and probably well over the 35 mph speed limit) into the back end of someone stopped to turn left onto their own (dead end) street. Doesn’t appear anyone was injured.
Surprisingly little damage to the car that was hit (warning, Photobucket link), and my apologies for the limited view of the car that hit him. Yeah, that’s the front end, folded up like an accordion.
Don’t die?
Mine was 31; 30 was okay, but when I turned 31, I realized that they were just going to keep coming! :eek:
Painting update: I painted the second coat today, and kitty got put in the Bad Cat Room until the paint was dry to the touch.
