I just got a small fine from my university’s parking enforcement for an unpaid ticket I never received; from the description of the offense, I believe it’s legit (parked in an A surface spot with an E permit five minutes or do before A spots were open for A through H permits, and the ticket easily could have blown off of my window).
I graduated in December 2010. :smack:
Dear MIL. Try to stay out of my way. Keep your stupid comments to yourself. You have no idea about my life or my daughters. You are here to help your son so focus on that. You are getting on my nerves. Besides who goes to AA meetings and comes back drunk or better yet lands himself in the hospital. Your son. I am getting sick of being married to your son & having you as a MIL. I’m tired of you all!!
My wedding ring just tried to escape AGAIN! Actually, this time it tried to commit suicide.
Mrs. Chef decided to make us some smoothies and asked me to fill the blender with ice. Our ice dispenser isn’t working, so you have to scoop out the ice cubes by hand, and it’s awkward for her because she’s 5’2".
So I fill the blender with several handfuls of ice and return to my desk. A few minutes later, Mrs. Chef said, “Ummmm… are you WANTING a wedding-ring-flavored smoothie?”
I never even felt it slip off.
It’s on my middle finger right now until I can follow someone’s upthread advice to slip a little piece of surgical tubing onto it.
Can you hang it on a chain you can wear around your neck until you can get something to make it fit better?
Ok, ex-fiancee. Touche. I get it. I know that, even though we were so civil about everything, sharing an office space is still kinda tough. I know that you were hurt when I started seeing someone else. I gathered that from the way you didn’t talk to me for a few weeks. Your journal entries that you asked me to read from that time helped to bring that point home. I know all of this.
You know that I am trying to be considerate and give you space. You know that I am happy that you are dating again and you know that I encourage that. You know that I am looking for new office space to get out of your hair, and that I am willing to rearrange my schedule to make things more convenient for you and less awkward for your prospective new romantic partners. YOU also know that my life is falling apart, and that I am too.
So why don’t you know that when you accidentally send me a text message that is obviously innuendo, and obviously meant for the girl you spent the night with, that it is not appropriate to giggle half-sheepishly and sit at your computer whistling afterward? Jeebus.
Or roll a tiny bandaid around the back of it to thicken it up a little.
So, there’s this new law in certain locals in CA that retail stores have to charge 10 cents for bags. That’s cool. Save the environment and all…
But (and this happened to me in two different cities last week), hows about the store clerks tell you this before you sign the credit card receipt?
*Me: Can I have a bag for this?
Clerk: Oh, the new law says we have to charge 10 cents for that.
Me (thinking): Well, shit, if you had told me that beforehand, I could’ve added the 10 cents to the bill. I don’t carry change. Why the fuck didn’t you ask me before you rang me up?*
I’m the kind of person who doesn’t ask for a bag unless I really need one, specifically because I don’t like being wasteful.
This bites me everytime. I do my weekly groceries at a place where you bag your own. So, I estimate how many bags I need and start bagging. The problem is, I am not done bagging until I have already paid.
GAH!
My rant (mirror post from the Weight loss support thread).
I really hate being a girl.
I was plateauing and I finally broke through it last week. (Yeah. me!) I am down a few pounds since then and I am one pound from my next goal. (Woot!)
Problem is, now I am PMSing. That’s right. Despite eating 1200 calories a day and working out for the last four days, I have GAINED a pound.
I know that after the whole period thing is over that I will be at my goal but dammit, I wanted to be there now.
(This really has me irrationally upset. I think PMS might be a factor in the irrational part.)
Next time you get a text like that and she’s playing that game, just sit back with a serious face, roll your eyes and say “God, I am SO glad I dodged that bullet!”. Shake your head and get back to work, carefully ignoring her.
I was sort of thinking, “This is why you don’t hang around with exes.”
It’s my birthday tomorrow, my boyf and I have a hotel room booked for the weekend, so of course I’m now on day 18 of my period. Yes, I’ll go see the GP about it next week, it’s probably some fun after effect from last month’s surgery, or the new mini-pill I’ve been on since then, but chances of it drying up in time for a fun Saturday night are looking slim 
(we had to cancel our last overnight date because of the surgery. That sucked too)
Oh, and even if the above isn’t an issue, my toddler’s been puking every 48 hours for the last week (just long enough to think she’s okay before the vom hits the fan again). So I don’t know if she’ll be well by Saturday night, and I suspect my sister/babysitter may “suggest” we cancel again, in case she isn’t. 
Fucking NOISE!
I work about 200 yards from a high school football stadium. All fucking fall, these knuckleheads think they have to blare shit music out of the stadium speakers for 20 minutes at the beginning of practice.
And not ‘hey, I hear music…do you hear music?’; more like ‘the volume it is in my office right now is the same volume that I listen to music casually while in my car.’
I used to live in the apartments opposite the field from my office, and it was annoying as fuck then. I can only imagine the frustration of someone who works nights, or whose napping kid wakes up because of this.
I have my suspicion that the only reason they get away with it is because it’s the HS football team. Imagine me sitting out in my front yard blaring music at a trillion decibels on a daily basis; wonder how long I’d get away with it?
We’ve got spirit, yes we do!
We’ve got spirit, how 'bout you?
Or not. 
I always felt bad for the poor suckers that lived on our marching band practice route. Two hours, three late afternoons a week we ruined their peace and quiet.
This isn’t really a gripe, more of a jealousy-induced rant.
Flutewiz is a huge Jethro Tull fan, to the point of having been in a tribute band. Ian Anderson is touring right now, performing “Thick as a Brick I & II”.
Tuesday night he gets a call from another musician friend who asks if he’s playing this weekend. When he replies in the negative, the friend says “Good. I have a ticket for Ian Anderson in Asheville Friday night. I can’t go, so it’s yours. You’re riding with J & C and a place to stay has already been taken care of.”
Only one ticket. Waaaaaaaaa! I’m so glad he’s getting to go, but damnit I want to go to!
Heh… You reminded me of the time the cops showed up at marching band practice because the director thought 4am was a reasonable time for rehearsal. Director wanted a few run-throughs before we got on the bus for the contest. The neighbors were not amused.
Cinnamon Imp, day 18?! You have my sincere sympathies. 
19 now - thank you!
On the plus side, I’ve lost 2.5kg with it now 
I really wish that there was a way to just block ALL email from India from showing up in my mailbox, even my spam file. I don’t believe that I’ve ever received any email from India that I actually wanted.
Well, what I really want is a cattle prod, instantaneous travel, and the freedom to use both as I see fit. Also the ability to track down spammers. However, I don’t think this is gonna happen, so I’ll settle for blocking an entire country from my inbox.
Lionna and Nike, you are the most obnoxious cats on earth and I can hardly wait for your owners to get into their new house and take you away. No matter how much you cry and shake the doors, I am not feeding you at 4:00am. NO, not even if I am already awake in response to the noise. You will just have to wait until the regular feeding time.
And, for the love of Og, quit partying like its 1999 all night long. I know you spend the whole day lying around gathering the energy to have your late night romps. This is why you have to spend the night in the spare room. That and the fact that Lionna tries to sleep on my head while meowing. How do you sleep and meow and the same time!?!
I am so tired…
Cats can meow, sleep AND fart at the same time. Every cat owner knows this.