Autoreported my previous post, hadn’t seen the mod note. Sowwy puppy eyes
these are the people who buy Ford vehicles with EcoBoost engines and then bitch about the fuel economy. Yes, sir, if your driving style is “Stomp on the gas until you have to stomp on the brake,” then no the EcoBoost 4 cylinder won’t get any better gas mileage than your old V6 did."
wags finger at Nava
No prob – thanks for reporting yourself.
WTFIWWSP!!!
So my neighbor’s GF is a lousy dog owner, she prefers german shepards and picked up a puppy from some sketchy owners. the puppy was alway aggressive, grows up and is still aggressive. He charges and tries to topple people, barks and growls and does not heed his owner at all. Never been trained just runs free, no leash no fence no rules.
Dog problems have resulted in her appearing before a judge in the next county where she lives. So she hides her dogs at her BF house next to mine. Now the dog has sprouted three or more heads in the form of additional german shepards she owns or her kids own but she keeps around to train the bad boy, yet the younger dogs are follwoing in the badboys footsteps and they all bark growl and rush strangers and ignore their owners when off leash which is all the time.
The dogs fight with other dogs in my neighborhood. This has caused some turmoil on the street and the folks down the block have had words with the stupid couple about their dogs. Nothing changes.
We are no longer on speaking terms with neighbor and GF due to dog stupidity. we have no dogs but am sick of her dogs.
So someone in my neighborhood called animal control this week and two notices were posted on their door.
yesterday i get home from work and a notice is posted on my door. On notebook paper, from my neighbor with the out of control dogs, ranting about how is dogs neveer attacked anybody, how i am a piece of shit should fuck off and get a life and ho by the way return my stepladder (and he goes onto explain when and why the ladder was borrowed and he’ll call the sheriff etc) call the sheriff you ex con, pill peddling, coke head, alcoholic loser!
Luckily my child did not find the note first! So i peeled it off my door, walked over to his house, banged on his door, set the three headed monster in motion, he answere the door could barely contain the frothing beasts and insisted we called animal control on him. Did not, did, did not, did
Whatever! take your bratty note and grow up, get a clue and WTF is wrong with some people?
What’s a ho need with a step ladder?..
Well, I understand that some people do have severe allergy to peanuts. Not, like some sort of hippie hysteria, but literallydying of anaphylactic shock after inhaling even the smallest particle of any nut. Maybe she wasn’t thinking about bringing the kid with her, but about getting nut particles in their own clothes and bringing them to their home?
the cocky lil sob needs it to climb out of his pit of despair, may he slip on dog shit and grow allergic to dog hair
My current favorite goofy person is the guy who wrote a vitriolic letter-to-the-editor of our Local Weekly Rag about how he was discriminated against because he couldn’t go barefoot to the Mountain State Fair.
I knew a fellow “Ian” who was once DATING (as in seeing, maybe twice a week, not living with, it was pretty casual) a woman who owned a cat. She had roommates, so he hardly ever hung out at her place, and they worked opposite schedules and didn’t see each other much during the week.
The mother of his daughter freaked out that he was dating someone with a cat, and insisted that he wash and vacuum his car before taking the daughter out. Also that she have a coat and shoes just for wearing in Ian’s car, not to be brought into the mother’s house.
Not because Ian’s daughter or her mom was allergic to cats/fur/dander.
But because the mother’s best friend was allergic to cats and came over for coffee every morning … and daughter might track cat hair in her clothes and make the friend sick!
Years later I saw Ian’s “cat owning girlfriend” and she admitted that the craziness of the daughter’s mom pretty much was the reason she decided to end it before it got serious. She liked Ian, and his daughter but really wasn’t interested in having the mom that involved in her life. Smart girl.
Lisa, the world is full of that kind of ‘clean crazy’. While I’m sorry that you lost a friend, better sooner than later.
Then why would she show up to ‘help clean’? Surely that would be the best way of ensuring that she (the Mother) came into contact with any allergens, if any were present in the house?
If she can rummage round the cupboards peanut hunting, and be sure she wasn’t carrying home any peanut particles at the end, then how can it be more dangerous to simply attend a party then go home after?
+1
I have multiple food allergies. I was taught early that the world will NOT accommodate me, I must adapt. Plenty of times I’ve either not eaten or brought my own food. I try to minimize how much my problem impacts others (No, please - the rest of you go ahead and have pizza, don’t let my problem deprive you of a treat). I carry my medications with me all the time, wherever I go, just in case there’s a problem.
Yeah, I whine about it a bit - diabetics whine about their problem, too, and so does everyone else I’ve ever known with a health issue but I try to avoid the topic during dinner.
I’m a vegetarian. If someone invites my husband and me over, and I know or sense that we are the only guests, I mention it. If not, I eat beforehand, and eat what I can at the table or from the buffet, or whatever. If the host notices, and offers to get me something, my rule for myself is to refuse the first time, and then if they persist, ask for whatever they offer that sounds like the least trouble (and I would actually eat). Some people offer because they feel obligated, but they really don’t want any more work, and are relieved when you say no. Some people are genuinely horrified, and feel like terrible hosts, and are relieved when they can get you something. It depends on so many different factors, and I’m not a mind-reader. People invite me back, so it seems to work.
What the hell is up with the barflies who can’t distinguish the bar parking lot from other parking lots/private property/home driveways/front lawns/whatever?
Wait, that letter was vitriolic? You must be a delicate snowflake indeed. I’d hate to have to pay your smelling salts bills. You have to get the vapors more often than those folks in the e-cigs threads.
I’m sorry, but what the hell is wrong with someone that they would want to go barefoot at a state fair? The ground is filthy nasty. People drop sticky food all over, spit with and without chewing tobacco, and there are animals everywhere. Then there are all the sharp rocks, sticks, bees, and other hazards. Blech.
Anyway, I wonder what is wrong with people like my mother. As far as she is concerned, this is her world and we’re just taking up space in it. If we don’t please her then we are of no use. Her idea of a good friend is someone who will drop everything else they’re doing and come do what she wants done right now. Never mind that you have a job and a family and one of your kids is in the hospital (true story), if you can’t go to the store for her this very minute then you are a BAD PERSON. Never mind the fact that if you need her for something she can never be bothered with it. Most of the time she says that I’ll take care of it without bothering to ask me first. After all, I only exist to serve her. It’s not like I have a life of my own or anything. :mad:
Now what I hate is a vegetarian coming to my house for say a cookout and NOT telling me ahead of time because they look at me and see conservative redneck-meat eater.
Actually I can make good vegetarian dishes also like veggie burgers. But I need to know ahead of time so I can get the ingredients.
You think thats bad - I know of a couple of psychiatric facilities where “patients” are allowed to leave and do whatever and often they will visit nearby businesses. and WOW, the stories those places can tell. Like when those patients come in telling some bizarre story or do something weird like have fake medical problems.
After awhile they learn to recognize those persons and they learn to just laugh off their hijinks.
shrug The cat-owing girlfriend was a nice enough person, dating someone with whom I had minimal interaction. (Ian is an in-law in a round-about way.) Unfortunately “Ian’s Baby-mama” is always going to have an impact on his life and the women he dates. He’s now engaged to a take-no-guff, catless woman, (whom I adore!) Baby momma has moved just far enough out of town to be a pain in the ass on holidays and occasions, but not far enough away that Ian gets a pass on visiting etc. As parent types age, get chronic and terminal illnesses, etc I see a lot more of Ian and fiancee. So him having a reasonable, sane partner is fantastic.
Well, kinda what I mean is that at a large party where someone might have to buy one pack of veggie burgers, and police it to make sure I got one, otherwise someone who eats meat maybe thinks it’d be interesting to try one, and eats them all before I got one, or have to have the expense in the first place, or have to worry about getting foil to cook mine on, etc., that’s a lot of extra worry for someone already worrying about whether or not 30 other guests are happy, let alone the special snowflake. On the other hand, if my husband and I are half the guest list, the host is going to be upset at planning a menu, and going to the trouble of cooking something half the guests won’t eat, so I say something.
I have never not said something because I thought the host was a red-necked clod, or a conservative, who thinks were have a duty to eat animals, or anything like that, though, believe me.