I wore my brand new sandals today, in honour of it likely getting to 40degrees (celsius) and now I’ve got blisters.
Middlebro’s advice to Littlebro: “fuck rearview mirrors, whomever’s behind you is the one who has to worry about his car’s nose.”
Gee, wonder whether there’s any reasons I don’t like being in a car Middlebro’s driving. Fucker’s one of those thetas who want to be alphas and don’t have the bloodiest idea how, just a vague notion that it involves making grunting noises :rolleyes:
Until that “whoever is behind you” is a truck, in which case you die, or a cop, in which case you get arrested.
I think she almost ran into me yesterday on 91N scooting around Hartford to get home from an appointment at Y-NH hospital in the midafternoon…:mad:
I was in the all the way left lane passing a string of trucks in the middle when an SUV pulled out and barely missed my jetta … luckily I was in the older manual transmission one, and downshifting got me ahead of the disaster. If I had been in the momvan I probably would be in a hospital right now.
There was a devastating blizzard in western South Dakota last weekend and not one national news source has done any reporting on it until today. WTF?! There are thousands of cattle dead and many farmers and ranchers will probably be put out of business, plus all the material losses will probably add up to the millions of dollars and it somehow wasn’t news? And, of course, it seems the only reason it is now being reported nationally is because they could tie it to the shutdown.
Yeah, right after I left. Sorry, completely my fault.
Hey, keep that shit in Minnesota dammit.
Doncha know the Midwest doesn’t exist ? Never has, the national news always passes over it.
I’m pretty sure my sinuses have joined the tea party and are attempting to secede. This both surprising and very disappointing to me as I never had any inkling they felt this way. Well it’s either that or my allergic responses have gone schizophrenic. I don’t know and don’t care, I just want to be able to breathe through my nose again. Oh wait, yes that’s better . . . oh, and it’s gone.
On the positive side, now I know my Blizzard Bomb works, and I’m ready to hold the nation hostage.
Well, once the Republicans are done doing it. They need to raise that debt ceiling or I’ll never be able to collect. Fucking assholes ruining my plans…
Could you let loose a little of your blizzard bomb just NW of Minneapolis? Please?
I must mow the yard. Must. It’s bad. I’m back to having “That” house in my neighborhood. Plus, the gutters need to be cleaned. I can’t afford to pay someone else to do it, and it’s a beautiful day, so I have no excuse.
Except I Don’t Wanna.
If I don’t check in tonight, presume the animals residing in the wilds of my yard have killed me.
I know, it just gets rather old.
Sorry. The midwest is only allowed to have tornados. I do hear about those occasionally up here. Blizzards south of the border only happen in the New England states.
:D:D:D
Hang in. It will sell. I’ve never been on either side of a house sale that went smoothly. But they eventually happen.
It’s a good thing I don’t have anything better to do otherwise this wouldn’t be nearly as amusing. My cable company has a new DVR service where everything is recorded on their servers. I’m assuming it works a lot like VOD which has some serious lag problems when you try to fast forward, but on the plus side, you can record up to 10 shows at a time.
Now one might think that’s overkill until you decide that you don’t want to record the entire CBS lineup every night of the week and might like to record some of their competitors’ fare. Well, we can’t have that now can we? Oh no, so of course you’re all familiar with the pastiche of program start times that makes it virtually impossible to record shows with overlapping start time or end times - unless that is your dvr has multiple tuners and can record multiple channels simultaneously.
Unfortunately the ancient DVR/cablebox I have now can only handle 2 streams at a time but since it has its own HDD, I get immediate playback response so I’m keeping that for the foreseeable future while I try out the new service.
Anyway, I ordered the new box a couple of days ago thinking ‘well, they’ll email me a tracking number when it ships.’ AHAHAHAHA! God, to be so old and yet so naive. I don’t know how I manage it. It must be the dementia. Yeah, let’s go with that. I figure I’d better call just to make sure they didn’t fuck something up as per usual and get a tracking number only to find that fedex had already been out to attempt delivery. But do they leave a notice of any kind. Oh no. A ticket for me to sign so that they could leave the package tomorrow. Yeah, right.
Against my better judgment I call FailEx and find out that I need to sign for the package in person. I’m guessing a blood sample and rectal exam will also be required since that’s probably why the delivery guy is trying so hard to avoid me - but I’m trying not to think about that. So in my most unpleasant having-to-deal-with-New-Delhi-customer-disservice voice I ask them to inform the driver that I will be home, as I am all day, every day and that I expect them to not just ring my door bell but to actually wait for a response.
In hindsight though I think I probably gave them far too much credit by even assuming that they attempted to get my attention by ringing or knocking. In fact, in cases like this, I think what they probably do is just sort of roll past, maybe lean out the window a bit and in a soft whisper go ‘anyone home?’ and then just floor the fucker.
I hope you weren’t personally effected.
We have several official estimates for replacing our boiler. The lowest one is for $6,200. Ugh. I’ve been told the morons who installed it less than a decade ago a) choose a boiler that is too big for this house and then b) did a crappy job installing it.
The only good part is that we thankfully have a 30k emergency fund designed to cover stuff like this. So it won’t even hurt my bottom line financially very much. But we paid 289k for this house in 2001. It was assessed at 303k last year. When you factor in about 11k in new boiler money, that’s no appreciation at all over the course of a decade. I suppose we should be grateful we’re not underwater on the mortgage but I feel really irked about the whole thing now. I’m also running a fever of 102 right now complete with chills and body aches.
Oh and I’m going to confine the Lucy cat to the basement if she doesn’t stop being a jerk. She’s too lazy to jump the baby fence into the kitchen and basement where the kitty litter boxes are located so she pees on items upstairs. I caught her at it the other day and smelled a sock sodden with cat pee on the floor. She’s very lucky she’s a Maine Coon and both very friendly and incredibly beautiful.
We’re also worried. My husband and I have long thought our youngest has speech problems. DH brought her to a speech therapist today who agrees and says she needs speech therapy. She’s going to send us a full report soon. I hope whatever it is can be easily fixed.
Look, bitch who did my biometric screening at work today.
I laughed when you teased me about looking sad when I plopped myself in your chair. Even as you kept going on and on about it, I went along and smiled and told you that I was just hungry (a 12-hour fast doesn’t make me sunny and chirpy, apparently). People have commented on my solemn expression before. It was irritating, but I didn’t want to ruin my short interaction with you by telling you to shut up and just do your fucking job. So I did my good-natured act and laughed.
Then you commented about how sad it was that I was wearing gloves in the building. I know glove-wearing indoors is unusual, but the building was cold today and my fingers are always the first to feel it. It’s not sad, though. It’s just what someone like me has to do to be comfortable. But FYI…you should not act so familiar with people you don’t fucking know. For all you knew, I was wearing gloves to cover up a skin disease. Or embarrassing scars. But no harm no foul. I’m used to being teased about my glove-wearing habit too.
Finally, the reason why I’m pissed off. Your last “joke” about my posture as I signed my name. It wasn’t funny at all, which is why I intentionally embarrassed you the way I did. You are a medical professional, whether you consider yourself this or not. As a medical professional, you should be aware that grown adults who move in an unusual way do so for a good reason. And you don’t know me from Eve. I’m not your “sista girl” who you can talk to any ole way. I have a great sense of humor, but not about shit like that. Please try to learn from our awkward experience today and keep your big mouth shut. Thanks!!
So let me tell you how my day started. I see my cat sitting on the bathroom counter while I’m drying myself off after my shower. No big deal, he likes to hang out in the bathroom with me. He’s hunched over, looking down at the floor. I think there’s probably a bug on the floor or something. Suddenly I realize why the cat is hunched over; he’s about to barf. Cat barf hitting a tile floor from three feet up = maximum splatterage.
Then the dumb animal sits there and yells because he can’t jump down off the counter without landing in his barf.
Here I am, stark naked and still mostly damp trying to clean up cat barf off of the floor, and the cabinets, and the wall. What a way to start the day. The cat did at least have the decency to look guilty. Good thing he’s cute.
Oh, and monstro, I totally would’ve wanted to haul off and slap that bitch. Do not mess with me if I’ve been fasting for 12 hours. That’s all kinds of messed up.
I’m so fucking annoyed. It’s 8 p.m. I need to get something done for work for tomorrow morning. However, the guy on the help desk insists I’m entering my password wrong. Even after I’ve done it 5 times and re-booted twice with the guy on the phone.
Then he told me he wasn’t sure what was wrong and told me to call back. What the hell will happen later? Someone else who knows what they’re doing may be able to help me? God fucking dammit, I just want to not work or think about work. I’ve already been working for 13 fucking hours.
The only way I can finalize this is to finish this motherfucking thing. Which requires that I be able to log on to my computer. Which requires a working password. Which I apparently don’t have, even though help desk is telling me I do. Which is odd, because it doesn’t fucking work, no matter how many damn times I’m advised to try it.
I envy you. My state made Doonesbury this past Sunday.