Just moved into this house…Asshole Microsoft Scammers cold called me. I started acting like a tourret madwoman after 30 minutes…I am pissed at myself that I let them drone on that long trying to catch them in multiple lies(which I did). I want that 30 munutes back and my blood pressure returned to normal.:smack:
I live about 30 miles outside of Philadelphia, and the area I’m in is not what you’d call diverse. No spice stores near me that I know of, unless you count the little Indian or Chinese groceries, and they’re about half an hour or more away (closer to Philly). And don’t carry rosemary.
Whole Foods is about the same travel time.
However, I discovered that my little local Thriftway, which I hadn’t checked recently, does have dried rosemary in reasonable quantities and prices.
Mind you, the little McCormick .35 oz red cap of dried rosemary, about what I’d use in a pot to pot and a half of sauce, is NOT reasonably priced. Would you believe it works out to over $180 per pound?
But they had a store brand 3 oz. for $3.99, so I got that. The 3 oz jar is plenty.
Why does she get dressed in a tiny bathroom??
I just called a Lowe’s in Philadelphia (hoping for a better result), and learned that they can sell you a live rosemary plant (during the winter holiday season), but you can’t expect to get good ground cover out of it as far north as you are. Still, if you can set up some backyard space with a greenhouse, or even an indoor window box, it’s very easy to grow your own.
Also, other nurseries in your area might be more likely to have some on hand.
Living in SoCal, I guess I take for granted how common it is as ground cover.
Thanks for checking on that. I live in a townhouse community with an HOA, though, so no greenhouse is possible even if I had yard space for it. And the windows .. well, let’s say the cats have claimed everysingleone as Their Space. The highest sills are only about 18" off the floor, too.
I’m okay with dried rosemary, honestly. 
Feels like I’m getting another lung inflammation. Nothing life threatening, but I do miss breathing, so I call my doctor’s office for an appointment.
They no longer take appointments. I’m supposed to call first thing in the morning and get a time slot for that day, and that day only. Oh, and they’re already booked solid for today.
What the hell? Don’t most people need to give a little notice before leaving work, finding a babysitter, etc.? How is this convenient for anyone who isn’t the doctor?
You’re right, my issues are usually low blood sugar. And most of my candy stash has nuts in it, so I guess no matter what I need it’s there. Snickers, Reese’s cups, PayDay bars, that sort of stuff.
And while I’m here, I’m sick of allergy season already! We had such a dry early summer that the pollen count was almost non-existant. Now that we’ve gotten some rain the grass pollen is making up for lost time and I’m sneezing my fool head off. :mad:
My chest hurts. Not “oh my god I’m gonna die” hurts, but it hurts. And kind of in my left armpit. This is weird.
I refuse to have a heart attack. I am leaving Wednesday to go to Tennessee for three weeks. I am NOT going to miss the first chance I’ve had to see .38 Special in years. I am going to a Memorial Day weekend party. I am going to see a friend of mine’s band play. I am going to do something other than sit in this fucking house and work on scrapbooks.
Three possibilities, in her case my money is on the third:
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To avoid getting cold (this is August in Spain, but for some people the rut is more important than the route, if you know what I mean) as she goes from the bathroom to her bedroom in a pair of towels or bathrobe plus towel.
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To avoid exposing any skin to the eyes of our male roomie when he happens to be present (never mind that he’s not currently around).
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Because it’s HER bathroom, damnit! Plus, she’s angry at me (I refuse to pat her on the back when she plays the collective martyr in representation of her whole region, which she does any time she meets a new person) and this is part of the payback.
In the second week of August, she and another coworker were the only ones from our team who were in the office. He says he wouldn’t want to live with her based on her descriptions of being angry that I’d dared leave my shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste and a hand towel in the bathroom I share with male-roomie (that is, the one she does not use). Oh, and I also had left some wholewheat penne pasta and lactofree milk in the previously-empty kitchen shelf which was assigned to me! How dare I!
She’s a bit territorial to put it mildly. And, as we say in Spanish “(her brain’s reach is) shorter than a midwinter day”.
Shocking discovery: Dermatologists, dentists and auto insurers are all laughing at you, because you’re such a frigging gullible moron who believes the bullshit in those banner ads.
It is entirely too frustrating to be just absent-minded enough that nobody who interacts with you can trust that most of the time you really are on the ball, just on the off chance you’re not.
“Hey, did you remember A?” “…Fuck!”
“Hey, did you remember B?” “Yes.”
“Hey, did you remember C?” “Yes.”
“Hey, did you remember D?” “Yes. :rolleyes:”
“Hey, did you remember E?” “Yes! :mad:”
“Hey, did you remember F?” “…FUCK :smack:”
l KNEW IT!
What?
I think it’s something to the effect of “We have traced your computer and you are using illegal software - send us lots of money or we call the FBI on you.”
Uh huh. So why on earth would anyone try to argue with someone who’s clearly engaging in an illegal activity? I mean, it’s a scam, of course they’re lying–what do you think’s going to happen if you point it out? They’ll say, “Gee, you’re right, we never realized that–time to shut down the operation”?
I can read, Mr. Verizon Customer Service rep. If I say there is no icon on my Blackberry Home Screen that says “Settings” that means that there is no icon that says “Settings”.
ETA: Also, neither am I blind. There is no icon that looks like a wrench.
Hmm, maybe a LOT territorial? 
Goddammit! Is it really necessary to break into my show TWICE in TEN minutes to run the SAME Amber Alert?? For a “child” (she’s 13) that was abducted 350 miles north of here?
I only watch 4 hours of TV a day - in the future, save your unnecessary “emergencies” for before 9 pm or after 11 pm (I don’t really care that much about the shows I watch after 11).
Goddamnit, this is the second time in three months that I’ve had to run to not be mowed down by a car while I was legally crossing a road. This time it was in a crosswalk with a walk light - the car was making a left turn right into me (I wasn’t keeping my eye on him because he didn’t have his left turn signal on and it was raining). Maybe it’s true what they say about women being invisible when they’re over 40 - I think I’m going to get a high-visibility vest. I looked this guy right in the eye after he almost hit me - he was a teenaged guy, and he didn’t look remorseful; he just looked irritated that I got in his way. Fucker.
Goddamned stupid fuckin’ piece of shit printer. I wish we’d done some research before buying a printer instead of grabbing a cheap one at Sam’s Club. I think we printed less than 30 black and white pages before having to replace the black ink cartridge. Even worse. you HAVE to have all four cartridges for the damned thing to print anything, even if it’s B&W. AND there’s a problem with the page feeder - it will not feed a page straight at all. I’ve asked my husband to look at it but he just … hasn’t, and when I’ve poked around at it, the problem area seems to be completely inaccessible unless you take the damned thing apart! GRRRRR!