Foursquare has a feature where businesses give deals and discounts and such for so many check-ins. I have a friend who checks in at about four different hotels in the city where he lives every day. I always wondered why the heck he was doing that? What’s so special about being the Mayor of the Harrisburg Hilton Crowne Plaza? Then a couple weeks ago he said something about having earned a free weekend at any Hilton in the country and I understood. It’s not just “look at where I am!”
So? Was it a nice shit?
I was having a problem with dogs running free everywhere in my neighbourhood too this summer, so I got some dog repellent spray. I wear it on my belt every time I walk around here. I love to walk - it’s one of the few exercises I enjoy, too.
I feel your pain nashiitashii. Why is it so damn hard to find clothes that fit? I’m 5’8", so most pants are too short but the tall sizes don’t fit right. My butt is one size but my waist is a size smaller, so even if the pants are long enough and fit over my butt they probably have a big gap in the waistband. I have had some luck with some “curvy” fit pants but those are few and far between. And I’m a 34DD… good luck finding a bra. When the lady at the bra specialty store tells you you’re an odd size, gee thanks. And forget button up shirts unless I wear a minimizer bra, and I haven’t found one of those things that doesn’t hurt like a bitch.
Can you tell I went clothes shopping today? Ugh… Are muumuus gonna be in style any time soon?
Long skirts and maxi dresses have been my salvation recently. I have bought so many this summer and I’m thinking of buying a bunch more because since I love them they will be no where to be found very soon.
These aren’t total shit.(Which is about as good as it gets for gluten free mimics of beloved foods.)
Oh thanks, I’ll check that out. I have started carrying pepper spray. And my husband is making me a walking stick. Having two pits charging at me almost scared me half to death.
We also made a complaint. Hopefully these guys will quit being lazy about closing the gate.
I broke up with the long-distance partner at the start of the week. It was my suggestion, because it’d been at least two weeks since I was asked “how are you?” (at a time when I wasn’t doing so well) and it was becoming clear that I was so far down on her priority list that we were quickly getting to a point where nothing would be salvageable. I could take losing the romantic relationship but not the friendship it was built on.
But I’m still in the curled up in a ball crying stage, for her it’s like the only thing that’s changed is that she’s no longer obligated to say “love you” when she signs off for the night, or call me on the phone. Then yesterday she blogged that we’d “effortlessly moved back” (notice the past tense, fait accompli) “to being best friends.” We have? Please tell that to breakfast I barfed up after reading that little gem.
I’m starting to think that we were never actually in the same relationship at all, and I don’t know if the friendship will survive and if it doesn’t, the writing’s already on the wall that she’ll be the one who gets custody of our circle of mutual friends (who are really important to me) and I’m really regretting ever being with her in the first place.
Sorry to hear that, tumbleddown. That does sound cold (and I agree, it does sound like you were in two different relationships). Take care of yourself.
Why the hell do so many “dairy free” fake cheeses have dairy in them? Let’s see, who are the number one and number two potential consumers of dairy-free cheese? Why, people who are allergic to milk, and people who are lactose intolerant. Check the labels on many soy cheeses and they contain sodium caseinate, which is the exact milk protein many people are allergic to, and which “may add a trivial amount of lactose” which defeats the purpose of, you know, not having any lactose in it. 0 for 2, cheese bastards! And there goes probably 90% of your market, because fake cheese is at best a totally inferior substitute for real cheese; it either tastes nasty, or doesn’t melt well, or has a weird completely un-cheese-like texture, and nobody who can actually tolerate milk products would voluntarily choose it over the real stuff except for misguided faux-snobbery reasons.
Sweetie misses the hell out of pizza sometimes. We’d make our own more often except the handful of stores around that sell actual vegan non-dairy fake cheese are specialty health food stores we don’t need anything else from otherwise, and it takes a special trip to go get some, and it’s a hassle, when so many other grocery stores frustratingly sell those close-but-no-cigar brands, sitting there, taunting us, pretending to be useful…
applause
I took advantage of the forced vacation, of summer sales and of Mom’s visit to go shop. She said “oh, those capris are nice! And they’re in that green you want, pity you hate capris…” “actually they aren’t capris, look, they’re the perfect leg length! Ohmygawd, trousers that will only need to be fitted at the waist, no need to raise the hems!”
Sadly there weren’t any in my hip size 
In the last couple of years I’ve been able to wear flowing skirts thanks to fishnet stockings, but sadly the Spanish market for those is limited to black, white (ugh!), beige (like no fuckin’ way) and to only the most basic design. Flying to the UK to buy goddamn stockings seems a mite too harsh, right? 
Oh, and Mom: if I ask you to please eat with your mouth closed, it applies to the every single meal! If I can hear the soundtrack of your food from another room, don’t get pissy when I ask whether you can eat with your mouth closed.
Directions on snot-looking drain unclogger gel:
“Pour 1/4 of container into drain.”
Container of snot-looking drain unclogger gel:
Opaque.
I mean, I know we’re not exactly measuring souffle ingredients here, but how in blazes am I even supposed to sorta-kinda *guesstimate *how much of the goo has oozed its way out already? I can’t see how much is left!
Heft?
Oh, and gross! :eek:
Dear Sir,
Cover your goddamned mouth when you cough or sneeze. You should have learned that shit when you were six. Coughing in my face is not acceptable. The next time you do that, I will drag you into the bathroom and shove your face into an unflushed toilet.
Cordially,
Pixiesnix
People of the Pit, I need your help.
“They’re afraid of dying, that’s what’s wrong with people who have depression”.
Words fail me. I was able to sputter “I don’t think it’s dying that the ones who commit suicide are afraid of, or that fear of anything got whatthefuckever to do with biochemical problems”… but Baby Jesus in a manger, I almost drove the car off the road when that gem popped out.
To the other users who share my name and insist on using my email address for airline tickets, collections, work stuff, personal shit. Your lives are fascinating but I don’t want to get your crap. Why can’t you use your own email address. Today I got another one with my address listed as your secondary email for passwords. Are you dumb? Guess what I’m tired of politely writing this was sent by accident and now you are locked out of your account. Now fuck off and stop using my email address dumb bitch.
I actually laughed at that and I would have laughed in the face of the person who said that. Depression doesn’t have anything to do with fear of dying. Frankly, when I was in a deep depression death would have been welcome. Luckily, I didn’t have the energy to kill myself.
Speaking of depression: it’s getting worse. I know why, of course, but trying to maintain a positive demeanor when you have migraines three or four days a week is getting harder and harder to do. I can’t take topamax thanks to my impending glaucoma. I’ve tried four different blood pressure meds that are supposed to help but all they did was make me dizzy and nauseous all fucking day. The only meds that help, maxalt, you can only have 9 pills of it in a month. Well, if you have eight migraines in two weeks…what do you do for the next two weeks? Suffer.
I’m sick of taking meds. I’m sick of having migraines. I’ve had an MRI and there’s nothing physically wrong.
Worse, people don’t have a lot of tolerance when you get as many as I have been. they think you’re lying, or that your exaggerating. The last thing they want to do is hear me bitch about my head. Again.
So here is a major fuck you to: my insurance company, my family, my friends and co-workers. Yes I have another fucking headache. Do you think I want them?
Lilacs ask your doctor to look into preventative courses of seratonin adjusters. Usually used for depression, they’ve been found to work in much smaller doses (1/10 normal dose for depression) for some migraine sufferers. Now here’s the bad news. It took me 6 weeks each on 3 separate drugs before they found the one that worked for me. Some of the side effects weren’t pretty either, I spent 2 months bursting into tears without provocation after one of them.
On the other hand I went from 3-4 migraines/week to zero. And my medication cost went from $200/pill to $22/6 month supply. It was supposed to be 6 months on, 6 months off but it’s worked so well that I take it for 6 months and then I’m good for a couple years. Downside to that is I’m dumb and instead of taking myself off to the doctor when I get the first tingle I wait til I’ve actually had a migraine or two before going in.
If that doesn’t work, find a pain clinic that is doing work with migraine patients. There are tons of different options now.
Good luck, there is hope out there.
Lilacs, I’m assuming you’re female from the username - if there seems to be any effect on your migraines related to your menstrual cycle, check into what hormonal medications might do for you. I had more and worse migraines during my period, and started on continuous oral contraceptives - no taking a week “off” with placebo pills - after discussing options with my gynecologist and neurologist. That helped for a couple years, and eventually when it wasn’t working as well any longer, I had a Mirena (hormonal) IUD put in. Knocking wood here, I haven’t had a migraine in almost 10 months. Even the ones between my periods stopped. It’s not a cure-all, but if there’s any hormonal influence on your migraines, those might be options worth checking out.
It’s hard not to look like a complete doofus to your boss when you fat-finger “tiptoed” as “titpoed.”
Huh-huh. I said “tit.”
I went bra shopping this weekend. Tried on about fifteen or twenty bras in every possible combination of one-up and one-down from my current cup and band, which doesn’t seem to fit right, and totally struck out. I’m gonna have to bite the bullet, take a half day off work, go to the Nordstrom’s fitting ladies so many Dopers have recommended lately, and say with outstretched hands and a helpless expression, “Help?”
A mite! Looks like these peopleship to your area of the globe, though. I haven’t ordered from them (yet!) but an uber-fashionable co-worker recommended them to me when I was lamenting not being able to find thigh-highs in area stores for non-exorbitant prices.