Checking the tool box and the kitchen cabinets…
Should I start off with the 6-inch Scrambled Egg Pan of Understanding, or the Big Ten Inch Skillet of Edification, or go straight for the 14" Chicken Fryer of Shut the Hell Up?
I have tire irons and a couple of small/medium crowbars if those would be more effective.
Domestic violence is never really funny…
Speaking as one of the few male victims of domestic violence on this board…
NM 
I wasted much of today. I left home later than I should’ve (my own fault, really) and then when I got to the metro, the metro broke down. So I ended up taking a bus to the train station, except that I didn’t know where to get off the bus, so I got off at the wrong place and then had to find the train station. Once I got to the train station, when I tried to buy a ticket, I needed my passport for it, and I didn’t have my passport. So much for that plan.
I then went to the music store. The good news is, I got a new part for one of my clarinets. The bad news is that it cost me more than I expected.
Oh well. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
I’m sorry. I’m trying to make light of a situation that has me ready to run screaming into the street. Believe me, I know from experience that domestic violence isn’t funny, and I didn’t mean to offend.
Didn’t mean to harsh the buzz, but that is always something that has bugged the holy fuck out of me. If men were joking like that, there would be a board ending melt-down about it. But women seem to think it’s fine (and funny) if they engage in the same behaviors they abhor in men.
It isn’t.
Ah, gotcha. Yeah, it’s hard to trust work-related counselling, that it will be as anonymous as they say it will be - just like “anonymous” surveys asking you how you think your company and supervisor are doing.
FUCK you AT&T … fuck YOU and your SHITTY emailed billing notices. You motherfucking assholes don’t know how to put a little notice on the “amount due” line that indicates that someone actually has a CREDIT on their fucking account. I know I got my shit messed up in the past and paid late and screwed stuff up but I knew I had paid my bill last month, so when I got my email today that said the amount due was $190 I almost had a heart attack! It wasn’t until I logged on to my account to see the full statement that there was any mention that the “amount due” was a actually a CREDIT. This is what I got in my email inbox.
I’ve been out of work since November and I have better fucking things to spend my money on that pre-paying for four months’ worth of internet service!
My vesicles are oozing.
I woke up at 4 this morning with uncontrollable itching and couldn’t get back to sleep for an hour and a half.
About the only thing keeping me going is the knowledge that I now own a bottle of Brush Killer Scorched Earth Nuclear Armageddon Spray, which I will use at the soonest possible opportunity, not only on the poison ivy but also the multiflora rose vines.
Bud out, bitches. The end is near.
I…I’m a little bit afraid of you right now. 
(And I need to know where I can buy Brush Killer Scorched Earth Nuclear Armageddon Spray.)
Careful. Don’t forget what happened to the Sahara Rainforest…
Gives Chimera a big sloppy biker hug. I’m so sorry. Thinks, releases you and holds up hands. Sorry for touching without permission or warning. That probably makes you uncomfortable as well.
Hey wanna talk about cats? How’s Maggie doing? I had bloodwork done on Lucky because I thought he was going Hyper T. His thyroid numbers are good, but it looks like his kidneys are failing. This was fast, last bloodwork was in November and it was normal. I think Lucky is only 8-9 years old, so this is pretty young for kidney failure.
Gives Lacunae Matata some hugs too. (I thought you were making a pretty clever joke about clue X 4’s.)
I’ve heard that what is happening to Tony and you right now is pretty normal. From what you’ve said, Tony sounds like the sort of guy who has good tools. The sort that are pretty hard to break. I have learned from experience (mostly from maintaining a '96 sportster) that screaming and throwing tools at the driveway is very satisfying. Chocolate afterwards also helps.
Is there any way to get someone to come and stay in your home for 24 hours while you spend that time in a motel? That would probably be good for everyone’s mental health.
Every weekend, I take the litter boxes outside, dump them, spray the residue out with a hose and then fill them up with water and bleach. I let them soak for a while and then dump them out and let them air dry.
I used to think that cat-pee bleach water would be pretty deadly to weeds, so I’d dump the boxes on the weeds. That was when I lived in Arizona, state motto was “if it doesn’t try to sting you, bite you or stick you, its not native”, so it didn’t surprise me that the result was healthy, clean weeds.
As it turned out, I was watering and fertilizing the weeds. I was diluting the pee and bleach into useable amounts (for weeds) of ammonium nitrate. :smack:
A co-worker I’ve known for 10 years and always thought was a bit of a knucklehead was in the hospital for a week with pneumonia and apparently according to her, emphysema. She smokes like a chimney, she and her boyfriend both do, tobacco and weed. She’s barely 30 and was on oxygen in the hospital for 5 of her 7 day stay. She got home yesterday and was on facebook today begging for someone to take food to them because he was so tired from cleaning the house and she can’t help much. This isn’t the first time she’s been on FB begging for food. They both have full time jobs (and health insurance), and co-habitate so WTF? They have more disposable income than I do. It all goes up in smoke.
I’ve now hidden her posts because I just can’t take it any more.
I hate the sound of my husband snoring. It isn’t that the sound itself is so bad. It isn’t particularly loud and, most of the time, the sound doesn’t keep me awake. It’s the fact that he’s snoring that’s driving me insane. In order to snore, you need to be asleep. And normal adults sleep at nighttime. So the sound of my husband snoring means that it is nighttime when normal adults are asleep and I am awake. In fact, we (baby and me) did not get to sleep until after 11 last night. And I’m up at 3:30 to pump and feed again. For some reason, baby has decided she doesn’t like sleeping for long periods of time at night like she used to only 2 weeks ago. And I’m the one who gets up with her exclusively because she invariably wants to eat and I’m the milk machine.
So, it is 4 in the morning, I have had 3 hours of sleep and the sounds of my husband snoring are serenading us as we nurse. I am terrified about going back to work next week.
Let me guess: the baby is around four months old, give or take a few weeks? It sounds like the four-month sleep regression, which people should tell you about because otherwise you’re left wondering what the hell happened and how you managed to break a baby who was sleeping for eight hours straight JUST LAST WEEK DAMMIT.
It has something to do with their maturing sleep patterns - they start half-waking more often, they don’t go as deeply asleep, and they have to work out how to get themselves through the half-waking part of the cycle. I’ve read that, for most babies, it only lasts a few weeks before they get the hang of sleep again. Mine took longer - you don’t want to know how long - but I think they’re exceptions.
Thank you. A lot of the advice that I have received is that this, like everything, is only a phase. She is only 5 weeks old at this point. We were getting two long four hour stretches of sleep, 8-12 and 12-4. Now we are waking every two hours again or just not sleeping at all. 
I’ll just keep focusing on that fact that no teenager needs to nurse every two hours. This will definitely end eventually.
I’m sorry, I sometimes forget that text doesn’t translate as well as voice does. :smack: This is less a domestic violence suggestion than as Lacuna mentions a way to deal with frustration. I tend to use the suggestion more often with my work teams than my husband if that makes it any better (and still text, I’m sure it doesn’t)
The only actual Mallet of Understanding was a blow up hammer that used to sit on my desk.
Well, while I was sick a couple of weeks back she was acting out so badly I told my sister I was coming down to one of two decisions: Get rid of her (or just fucking kill her in anger if she hurt me again) or have her declawed.
Since then she’s been much much better. Being able to open the deck and let her out there is keeping her more entertained and happy, and I think THIS TIME she actually learned some lessons about how pissed off some of her shit makes me, because she isn’t doing some of it anymore and has dialed back other stuff.
Yeah… joking about killing animals in anger probably harshes people’s buzz on this board too.
Why must off-the-shelf business shirts have so much crap affixed to them?
First I have to remove a ribbon that’s wrapped around the shirt and fastened to the buttons. Then I have to pull off a tag that’s threaded around one of the buttons. Then pull off a plastic collar tab, then pull out a cardboard collar stiffener, then peel off several labels.
What a pain in the neck.
The worst are the ones that use copious pins to secure the shirt to the cardboard support that it’s wrapped around.
Often there will still be a pin or two hiding somewhere in the shirt when I put it on.
Now that can be a *real *pain in the neck.