Yes!
And I’ll add my annual “Let’s finish converting to metric, dammit!” rant.
I just drove thru Oklahoma and hit more snow - still better than Grand Rapids!
In Scotland in June, the sun rises at 4:30 in the morning, and that’s WITH DST. Without it, it would be 3:30. o_0
But it also sets at 10pm, which can be annoying when one is trying to get to sleep early.
Indeed. Deaths by car strikes are much higher when children are going to school in the dark.
That may be fine for you southerners, but I find it difficult enough to sleep through the dawn chorus at 4am, without being woken by it at 3am instead.
That’s in the south of Scotland, innit? My brother made the mistake of coming to visit me around midsummer: he considered it a general affront that “it’s 4am and it feels like eight!” and a personal one that I was perfectly fine sleeping only 4 hours.
Yeah, I think the page I looked it up on was set to Edinburgh. We live just south of the southern side of the Forth, so that’s pretty accurate for us. The town of Lerwick in the Shetland Isles has a June sunrise of 3.38 and a December one of 10.08. Double o_0.
There are so many plants, I’d have to buy the 50-pound jar of pepper at Sam’s Club.
I used to enjoy our guinea pig’s sneezes back in the day (choo!), but the thought of sneezing mice all over the basement is not as pleasurable.
Second ibuprofen of the day and my ovaries are still attempting to torture me. I wish menopause would show up and that would be that.
My mom keeps asking me how my pregnant friend is doing. She’s been asking me for months now.
I don’t have a pregnant friend. I have no idea where she got that from, and cannot figure out why she won’t drop it. Even after I got mad about it last time she brought it up, she stuck it in an email today. It’s very distressing as it makes me wonder if this is the beginning of some kind of dementia. She will be a healthy 69 year old next month, and I’m worried she’s going to become like grandma sooner than I was hoping.
Hands chocolate to LavenderBlue: My sympathies.
I have decided that the left side of my body hates me. My left ankle has been going plooey (technical term) on me randomly, and decided to do so yesterday. I’m spending today in an ACE wrap since the newest ankle brace I bought doesn’t seem to do a damn thing.
Then today, the tendinitis I have in my left hand/thumb decided to start twinging. It appears that my body has made up its mind which side is going to collapse first and is getting started early.
I hear ya. I mentioned to my mother yesterday evening that I was going to bake a couple of chicken wings for dinner, and got this:
“Oh, you shouldn’t eat the wings. That’s where they inject the hormones.”
“They do what in the where?”
“They inject the hormones. Into the wings. A doctor in {country redacted} told me.”
“First, hormones don’t stay where they’re injected. They wouldn’t do anything if they did. Besides, it’s against federal law to use hormones on poultry.”
“Of course they do it. That’s why chickens get so big these days.”
I tried to go into breeding for growth rate etc. and gave up. A doctor (of what, who knows) in a country that’s not the U.S. (despite living here for over 30 years, she’s pretty xenophobic against Americans) told her that’s where “they” inject these “hormones” so now I can’t eat wings.
SDT, it’s apparently time for me to pretend to go vegetarian, and for you to pull some Getty stock photos of increasingly pregnant women, and then women + babies, and just forwarding them to your mom.
(Bonus points if the photos are of folks of different ethnicities!)
More meta-rant than mini-, but I’m getting really tired of people who take the Christ out of Christianity, and the Good News out of the gospels. I don’t profess to be Christian, but there was a time when I considered myself one, and I read all the literature. And even though I don’t consider Christianity the final word on morals and ethics, that Jesus dude had some awfully good ideas: being kind, not judging others, helping the needy, having wine and bread for breakfast. Seems like he was a nice guy.
So how has that wisdom been so perverted in the past couple of millennia, that folks seem to sincerely believe that their religion justifies hate and misogyny and miserly denial of basic human needs? When did Jesus become a weapon to be used against science and education? Makes me all sad and angry and frustrated, and I’m not sure I have the energy to keep up the argument against the assholes…
I am apparently incapable of practicing what I preach.
I’m working with my 13yo kiddo to figure out how not to fail 7th grade. He’s trying to grok organization and perseverance and awareness and follow-through and all that great shit. He loses everything, can’t get work turned in on time, and has about zero work ethic. It’s a process. He’s learning, painfully.
I’m 40 years old, and I hate my procrastination. My lack of efficacy. My lack of motivation.
I’m damned near done with a Masters degree, and cannot manage to summon the effort and will to find a practicum and internship. Or, really, to care at all about my remaining coursework and research.
I’m terrified that my boy will struggle his whole life with the same shit.
I don’t like trying to teach him what I still haven’t learned. And knowing that I’m putting all my own damned issues on his shoulders makes me want to curl up in a ball.
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Hie both of you to a counselor or doctor and find out if you’re ADD/ADHD (which can apparently be misdiagnosed as depression, mostly in people who are unhappy with the issues caused by ADD/ADHD). The difficulties with organizing, keeping track of things, and focus are classic symptoms. Even if you’re not diagnosed, you can probably learn coping mechanisms.
Okay, now I had to go look up the latitudes to see if Scotland was north of Calgary - hey, it is! That was a novel experience - being called a southerner. 
Since humans? 
Okay, Facebook friends, I don’t need to see all your fancy March Break pictures. I don’t even get a March Break. I know you are not trying to annoy me at all, but you’re succeeding.
Also, I pit myself for having burned my mouth on pizza.:smack: Not the first time it’s happened. Maybe someday I’ll learn… I’m usually pretty good about not doing it, actually, but this time… oh boy. It’s peeling. 
I have had it up to herewith low-flow toilets!!!
These are fucking awful. You have to flush 2 or 3 times to get down an average crap. Then the clog more often. (at least mine do)
And the auto-flush toilets! Arrrgghhhh!!! Why does it flush the very second I stand up??? I need time to wipe, dammit!!
Just spotted another thread topic with “Be honest” in the title. Grrrrrr. I can’t formulate an explanation on why that makes me feel ranty - it just does.
Surely I’m not the only one who finds this irritating???
Yeah, I reported one of those threads today because it was titled just “Be Honest” and wasn’t more specific.