Good for you!
( We need a “way to go” smilie…)
Young punk quizmasters, grumble, grumble. We would not have won anyway. But making it worse, I think a couple of teams actually did answer Rocky and “Gonna Fly Now”!
Chimera, have you tried giving your cat a bit of vaseline? (Just rub a dab into the fur on a foot.) I found that helped my long hair when she needed to pass hair plugs.
I am so sick of hearing about f*cking hockey. I can’t wait until it’s over.
So, my eye finally stopped twitching. I forced myself to get lots of sleep and play some WoW over the weekend. I also got a 100 on a Weather quiz for the first time, which caused a HOLY SHIT!!! reaction that scared my boyfriend and my dogs.
Even though I felt horribly lazy and a bit worried about the homework/studying for finals situation, it REALLY helped me out a lot. But now that the weekend is over and the homework is looming again, the stress is manifesting itself again. This time it’s that annoying pinchy pain under the ribcage. I know what it is and I know why it’s doing it (I’m fat, I have shitty posture, and I’m hugely stressed) so I’m not concerned that it’s something more sinister (I also have nothing even remotely indicating there’s something wrong with my heart). It’s just REALLY FUCKING ANNOYING!!
I think I’d almost rather have the twitching eye back.
Actually, no. I wouldn’t. The twitching got to be so bad that it was interfering with my ability to read. As long as I can nerve myself to take that deep breath, the pinchy pain goes away for half an hour or so.
Things are winding down though. I did my final presentation for speech class yesterday (the benefits of dog training), complete with the 2 minute video that I edited myself (4 hours of footage and 6 hours of editing for 2 friggen minutes). I also turned in my paper. So, I don’t have to go to class next week.
One down. Six to go.
You and me both bub. Actually it’s ALL sports. I am not a sports fan. Not even remotely. My family was never big into sports. My mom was a half-assed football fan (she only watched when the Giants were playing). Other than that - nothing.
Now is different than then.
My oldest sister (the one I talk to every day) has turned into a huge Red Sox, Patriots, and Nascar fan.
My boyfriend’s family is HUGE into sports. His nephew plays hockey and he and his parents are rabid Bruins fan. His niece plays basketball and softball and she and her parents are rabid Celtics fans. The entire family are rabid Red Sox fans. The majority of my friends and family on facebook are sports fans.
I can deal with all that though. I don’t have to read the facebook posts and when I visit them, I can zone out or study while they talk sports.
The thing that is pushing me over the edge is the fact that my boyfriend works for a cable sports channel. His broadcast truck is constantly at college sporting events. There’s also the occasional high school or Pawsox game thrown in just for good measure. Now, in addition to all the baseball and basketball and hockey, I have to listen to FUCKING LACROSSE AND FIELD HOCKEY!!! Someone please stick a knife through my eardrums. I can’t take it any more. Doesn’t anyone in my family want to talk about genetic mutation or cellular reproduction? THAT is interesting. Sports - not so much.
[this rant a follow-up from an earlier rant]
Dear Mom,
I hate to tell you this, but crying will not induce me to let you stay in my home for my son’s birthday. Yes, I’m terribly mean for doing this. Yes, the weather has been bad so you haven’t been able to come as soon as you wanted. But, as I mentioned earlier, you’ve been the reason for several years that we haven’t done what he wants on his birthday. For example, last year, you decided he wanted to go to the Ritz Carlton for a champagne brunch. Seriously? A four-year old boy wanting to go to the Ritz and sit around watching you swill champagne and caviar? Right. That’s why you leave Monday. No ifs, ands or buts - you leave Monday.
Last time we went someplace he chose, you complained about how exhausted you were the whole fucking time we were out. I get it - you’re older and have trouble keeping up with my kids. That’s normal. But because it stresses you out and makes you tired, you are not welcome to show up and scew up the day.
And by the way, they make food in Missouri, too. We do not need ten pounds of lamb, two cakes (I’m buying one for the kid’s birthday), a bunch of cookies and chex mix. Please, please, please lay off the food. My husband and I are trying to lose weight here and prevent our children’s teeth from rotting out. Thanks.
Signed,
overly
Only three months to go! 
My husband is a huge lacrosse fan, and it’s driving him nuts that Calgary is eliminated from hockey and going for the league championship in lacrosse, and all we hear on the news is hockey. How about our lacrosse team that is dominating the league this year? Can you spare a few minutes of air time for them? You know, the team that almost folded this year because of lack of support?
By the way, you should go to the game on Saturday - it’s going to be a good one. 
I gave her some mushy food mixed with olive oil. She only ate some of it, isn’t eating much at all right now. Don’t really want to go spend money I don’t really have on a tub of vaseline for one usage, then watch the rest rot.
Ah. Well, I hope she finds relief soon.
The reason they suggest petroleum jelly for this kind of thing (rather than olive oil or whatever) is that it isn’t digested, so it stays as greasy at the exit as when it goes in the entrance. And I think a small tub of store brand is less than a buck, certainly way less then a vet visit.
As for using it up, this includes a list of 24 uses for petroeum jelly, though somehow I doubt lubricating your Porsche’s weather strips is high on your To Do list. 
OK
Lets say you are a reasonable normal person that purchased a AV/security/home system back in 1992.
Today you realize that your system needs some service work and the company that sold it to you is nowhere to be found. Would you…
A. Call the manufacturer, who is still in business and whose name and phone number are predominately splashed all over the said equipment and ask the question " Can you recommend a service person for me"?
B. Do a google search and find the phone number of the person who sold it to you. Call that number, which goes to an answering machine that has no message other than a mechanical voice instructing the caller to leave a number at the beep. Leave repeated messages that say " Hi Ann, you sold me a system in 1992 and I need you" When that gets no response after several days do another google search, find the current place of employment of the person whom you worked with 20 YEARS AGO and proceed to call them at their current place of employment requesting their help.
You’d be suprised how many people have chosen B in the 10 years since I was terminated from that job. sometimes in seems like once a week.
And I used to be a nice guy about this and give them the phone number of the person who currently holds the job I once held. However this tended to lead to repeated calls from the 20 year ex customers complaining that they weren’t called back and/or didn’t like the new person.
Not my problem not my problem not my problem. I don’t care that you really don’t want to hear that I left this company 10 years ago and have no interest in helping you, it’s the truth even if you don’t wanna hear it.
A hearty FUCK YOU to the new dental office for dropping my insurance the same day as my appointment after making me wait two months for an opening. A smaller fuck you to Coast Dental for being so horrible that I couldn’t stand staying with you and had to switch to the new dental office. Another fuck you to Aetna for making me weave my way through a maze of provider changes, info faxing and interminable waiting just to get an appointment somewhere, anywhere.
I just want clean teeth. Pretty please?
My 40+plant African Violet collection’s got cyclamen mites. Screw you, bugs. Screw you for making me toss an armful of plants 've been babying for years. May each and every one of you yellowish squiggly bastards die an awful death in a tub of alcohol.
… Actually, you know what? I’m going to take the internet’s advice and do the 30-minute 115 degree soak on you critters. Even if the plants don’t survive it, your arachnid selves are going to die in a horrible, painful manner. YOU WILL BE COOKED ALIVE.
And I will laugh.
Etc.
You know, when you ask me a question and I answer it, you can stop marveling about how I knew the answer.
I figured you asked me because you thought I might know the answer. Isn’t that why you asked me?
You: “Why does ___________?”
Me: “Because __________.”
You: “How did you know that?”
Every single time you are so damn surprised. WTF?
Low scratchy voice.
“Every night I commune with Satan and ask him what mysteries tomorrow will behold for me. In exchange for some… (head twitch) small favors… he reveals all to his loyal servants.”
(evil deranged smile)
See if they ask again next time.
Hey Flickr “help” people: don’t chide me for opening up multiple cases for the same problem. (“We’d like to take this opportunity to remind you that one help case per issue is sufficient…”) If you’d give me a real answer instead of stupid non-answer robo-responses, I wouldn’t have to keep asking the question over and over again!
(I keep getting a renewal notification on my Pro account – but I’m paid up until April of next year)
You know what drives me nucking futs? When I call someone and they have a conversation with someone that they are with while on the phone with me. I get doubly stabby if I say ‘do you want to call me back in a bit’ and they decline, THEN CONTINUE TO DO THE SAME THING!
This just happened to me with my husband and he does this all the damn time. If you’re busy, call me back when you aren’t!
Thank you. I needed that, more than you know.
In a world where I owe more than a few people more than a few beers, I O U a pitcher of frozen margaritas.
I’m worried for your kitteh. This isn’t normal. Do you have a Vet? Did you call? I know from your posts that you have no money, but I am thinking that the blockage might have caused a urinary tract infection. I’m not a Vet and I don’t play one online, but this sounds serious to me. I also don’t have much money, but if you PM me, and tell me your Vet’s name, I might be able to help.
Sing this song…it works for me
