She last posted on the SDMB on her birthday. It must have been one hell of a party she had.
Does that include pets? I don’t think I’ve ever had an animal that didn’t wake me early at least some of the time.
I did this just for you! Not that I can take her place but maybe this will help.
Until she recovers from her very excellent birthday.*
*I presume.
Oh yes, I beat my cats regularly (before anyone starts Pitting me, when I say “beat,” I mean paddling them on the bum in a way they love).
I suspect I need to Pit all the people who live south of me who list hardiness zones for plants - it seems like they just put the lowest zone as the one they live in, not the lowest zone that the plant will thrive in. I live in Zone 3; it is very important to me that the hardiness zone is accurate; it’s great that it will survive in zone 5, but if it will also survive in zone 3, I need to know that.
I wonder why it seems that nothing work right.
I have been keeping a dog for a friend who has move to Hawaii. To keep her from having to be in 120 day quaranteen while her rabis antibiodies testing was completed. So I have tickets to fly to Hawaii w/her at end of month so I am making sure everything is ok for her to go. I look up the test results and find she has failed. Dagnabbit. My friend and I are frantically calling the vet the did the blood draw and sent it to the lab and the lab and my vet to find out what we can do. This wouldn’t be such a problem cause doggie can just stay with me a few more months while we get more tests, but doggie is my friends 5 yo daughter’s dog. I see crying happening. Daggnabit.
Well, that’s the problem isn’t it? It’s depression, and it sucks. Logic doesn’t work. The self-torture doesn’t cause the pain; the pain causes the self-torture. I actually now understand why some people self-harm. The physical pain of cutting is less than the emotional pain of depression, and the brain can only deal with one of them at a time.
Depression really, really, really sucks.
YOU KNOW YOU MISSED ME.
I dunno, how much time are you going to spend flagging every single email from them before you just make your own filter?
I pit you for pointing out that 1991 was two decades ago.
Why would you chose a cut of meat that should be prepared in a certain way without ensuring that the person knows how to cook it and then get pissed off when they don’t meet your standards? If it matters to you, cook the meat your own damned self.
Because we want to think that our parents will eventually grow up. (Spoiler alert: Mostly they don’t.)
My exboyfriend swore by the Furminator for his cats.
Ugh, this is the thing that pisses me off the most. No, a mass-produced, pre-printed, shitty and cheap plastic bag isn’t going to make me feel any better about the fact that you fucked up. In fact, it just makes me more angry.
Awwwww, he’s adorable!
I thought that was yeast infections.
Not to mention more thematically appropriate for something you’re making out of a pussy.
If you need lube, why are you buying it in individual packets?
You’ve… Um… You’ve actually *read *the New Testament, right?
No, you’re not anal, you’re a dick. Critiquing the way someone is being polite to you is a dick move. 100%.
*Every *month is Rape Month at the SDMB.
There should be a number just inside the front page of the paper (find a dry copy in your recycling) that you can call for delivery issues.
Easy solution–they don’t get to look a gift horse in the mouth. Tell them that either they take your recommendations about best practices, or they can find someone who doesn’t mind turning out a steaming turd for free.
“So there’s this thing I like that most other people hate. And when the default is the way I don’t like, I know that I can still do it my way, while when the default is my way, the other people can’t do it their way. But I still want it my way.”
:rolleyes:
Can you feed them small amounts scattered through the day instead of fewer, larger feedings?
Wait, was it just the old, smaller portraits? If so, that’s hilarious.
Those things are a big fucking scam.
HIGH-FIVE. I miss my fucking Ortho Tri-Cyclen so much.
Because once you get one incompetent person in a position of authority (usually by nepotism or some other sort of favoritism), that person isn’t going to want to promote anyone who’s more competent than them.
TOLD YOU YOU MISSED ME.
Actually, it was just a combination of vacation time off work, sick time off work, and then being busy with a few client projects.
Dear American Chewing Gum industry: Fuck You.
So I’m considering quitting smoking because, frankly, I just can’t afford it anymore (for the 357th time). I make a quick perusal of the sugar-free gum aisle (because I’m diabetic) at the convenience store this morning, figuring 1 stick of gum=1 cigarette=great way to step off the coughy-smelly bus.
Doesn’t every damn brand of sugar-free gum have sugar alcohols instead? So my choices are lung cancer, missing body parts or explosive diarrhea. Why doesn’t anyone make a chewing gum with sucralose or some other artificial sweetener that’s not a *-tol? Jeez…
It was an old-style bill without the braille dots or the shiny foil strip and without the ghost Sir John A. Macdonald that you can see by holding up to the light. I don’t think I’ll accept any old-style bills in the future, even if they are legal tender - too much hassle.
Dear nice sweet co-worker/suitemate:
If we’re having an IM conversation while suitemate #2 is on the phone, and I make a little IM joke, and I hear you laugh at it, it really isn’t necessary to then IM me “lol.”
I heard you actually and ferreals laugh out loud. In meatspace. No need to add it to the transcript.
(She really is nice and sweet, and I should be grateful that’s about the worst thing I can bitch about her, but it’s been a crappy day and I’m cranky and whiny.)
To be fair, it isn’t always clear what someone is laughing at. I’ve had a coworker think I just laughed at something she typed and vice versa, when actually we were laughing at something else we were reading at the time. Such is the joy of text-based communication.
Yeah, but I’m cranky and whiny and I donwanna be fair.
pout, stomp
I’m sick of the damned bathroom at work. Seriously. At my workstation, there’s way too much noise, talking, humming and other crap. When I go into the bathroom… total silence. It’s like being in an anechoic chamber. It’s so quiet you can hear a sphincter stretch. I’m not given to shyness in the bathroom but this tomb-like silence is off-putting when there are other “guests” in the stalls.
Couldn’t we just have a fan or something?
I just had to explain to my six year old autistic child that her daddy (who she also says is her best friend) isn’t coming home and* then* I had to take her to the jail to see him one last time before he goes to the deportation facility.
I am thisclose to losing it. My anxieties are at an all time high and my little girl is asking why I can’t bring her daddy home. She thinks it’s my fault, that I could do it but I must not want to. I have tried my best to explain but she doesn’t get it, and I don’t know what else I can say to make her stop being so sad. Time I guess, time and distractions. My heart is just breaking for her.
I’m sticking this here although it’s not exactly a “mini” rant, but it seems to be the least judgmental of the pit and I really don’t want to hear about how I’m a bad mother and it’s all my fault for getting involved with an EElegal. I just needed to get this out.
I hate this shopping thing. My body is not work appropriate.
Today I went in pursuit of a couple of layering tanks to go under a lot of my work-friendly clothes. 1. I’m long-waisted. 2. I’m busty. 3. I have shoulders like a linebacker. 4. I’m in that “could be plus size, could be regular” no man’s land. In trying to find a few tops that cover my cleavage, reach down to cover my torso comfortably, and don’t make me look weird, I failed completely. I am, however, going to try tomorrow, as it’s tax free weekend in Florida and I should stock up anyway. Before I do, though, I need to weed out the handful of things in my wardrobe that I know I will never wear to work or casual events.
-I pit people who always use Wikipedia as their cite.
-I pit people who always ask “cite?”
It really, really does. I’m sure there are things that suck worse, but for me, it’s the kicker.
You just get so… tired of fighting.
Yes, and thank you.
Better today.
I swear to Og, if any of you other Dopers ever see me eating something that might possibly contain wheat, you are to smack it out of my hand first and ask questions later.
Just because I’m not getting the physical symptoms of gluten intolerance anymore doesn’t mean I don’t get the mental symptoms. Believe me, the mental symptoms are much, much worse.
A Facebook rant so be prepared!
XXX status “is going for a nice lay down”.
Is that so interesting that you need the fucking world to know? I may post that “Cicero is going for a nice shit”.
Yes, exercise is indeed good for what ails ya. I try hard to walk everyday and it’s good for me both mentally and physically, so in keeping to the rant theme here.
Dog owners, please keep your dogs behind your closed gate. I don’t mind being barked at. That’s what my I-pod is for, but being chased and nipped at, which happened three fucking times this week, is going too damn far. You are messing with my ability to do the only exercise I don’t absolutely hate. So yeah, close the fucking gate please.
I have a friend who checks in via FB/Foursquare upon getting to work, and at his house about half the time he comes home anywhere. Seriously. He has his place tagged as the “(Lastname) Manor” and checks in upon arrival. He also does random things like check in at convenience stores. I’m fine with people who do a lot of checking in at stuff on special nights out/vacations/whatever (hell, I do that on vacation myself), especially because I can look at whatever special restaurant/museum/etc they’re going to and see if I might want to go there in the future.
But really, I don’t need to know via FB when anyone gets to work, when they’ve gone to the convenience store, when they get home. If I could specifically block all Foursquare reports from this one particular guy, I’d be happy.