And my ex-wife wondered why I was so seriously upset when she decided to visit her out of state friend during BOTH of my birthdays that occurred while we lived together. The second time after I pointed out how unhappy I’d been the previous year and extracted a promise not to do it again.
Kind of a pretty serious kick in the teeth style notice that you’re not very important in their life when they refuse to spend whatever day you consider your personal high-holy day with you.
In general people who care about days and people who don’t care about days need to come to some sort of accomodation within their relationship.
I don’t care. And unless it’s a holiday (like his birthday) I know is important to my husband I don’t make much of an effort to remember. It’s a family joke that he gets off easy because I am the one that forgets our anniversary. His parents find that highly amusing since their dynamic is the exact opposite.
I would say though that after 19 years he needs to have found a way to deal with the fact that this is important to you and he needs to make an effort to remember. I would suggest not waiting until he remembers on his own, but to sit down and have a calm conversation about it now.
It’s freaking hot and humid here in L.A. county. It wasn’t much better in San Diego.
I miss the June and July gloom.
WHAT THE FUCK???
Low for tonight is supposed to be 63. High was about 78 this afternoon, which wasn’t half bad.
I got home late, just after 7pm, and it was 74 degrees. Threw open the patio doors. It has GONE UP to 77 since then. It’s not supposed to work that way.
This post confuses me. 
*Every *time you ask me to do something when I’m away from my desk working on something else, *what *do I tell you? Email me or send me an instant message. So why the fuck do you keep walking up to me and asking me to do something? There’s no way I’m going to remember it five minutes from now. So just fucking email me or send me an instant message the first time.
Ugh, why do people even care what gender their baby will be? What the hell difference (besides a washcloth tossed over the potential squirt during diaper changes) does it make?
And it’s NEVER EVER the gender of the baby they actually end up having.
I’m glad they do it - so I can intentionally buy the “wrong” color and go “oops”. And then hopefully word will spread and I will never again be invited to the hell that is a baby shower.
It’s a hundred and five today. I had a shipment of nano-violins on their way over to you, but they melted first.
Seriously? 78 degrees isn’t “half bad” ?!?
brain explodes, then melts
But doesn’t evaporate because it’s so fucking humid.
I’m sending you a bill for $5 for stealing the ‘nano-violin’ line from me.
Yeah, I know. Not all that hot in the scheme of things from this summer, just one of those little irritants because I was expecting it to cool off a little before I went to bed, and the temperature was actually going up after dark.
But I’m getting $5 out of it, so it’s not all bad.
You know, you could just not go. Then you don’t even have to buy a gift!
I would always either go get a pen and paper and write it down, or get a pen and paper from them and write it down. Either way, if you wanted me to remember it when I got back to my desk, I’d be writing it down. I wasn’t trying to teach people anything, just dealing realistically with my own memory limitations, but it did seem to get better as I kept on going to get a pen and paper and write their instructions down.
Yesterday I discovered I have poison oak on my left foot. Today it’s on the calf of that leg too. I still don’t know where I’m coming in contact with poison oak!
Goddammit, if you’re going to show a news story about a dog who has been beaten so badly that their lower jaw is missing, their muzzle is crushed, and they can’t eat or breathe properly (and show the dog not being able to eat or breathe properly), can we get a goddamned warning that it might be disturbing to viewers like me who make a serious effort to not see things like that because it is, surprise! disturbing?
And while I’m at it, I’ll throw the tv ads that show abused animals in too. I don’t want to see that, either. I know some people are so incredibly fucked up that they’ll hurt animals; I already support animal charities. I don’t need to see the graphic pictures.
Yeah, I admit I haven’t been sending donations to animal charities because I’m worried about getting scary pictures of abused critters in the mail. I already donate to Doctors without Borders, but skip anything with photos that they send me because I’d rather not see pics of kids slowly dying, that kind of thing.
My mini-rant of the morning? Thank you soooo much to our water heater for going out on us in the middle of the night. I don’t know how my husband catches stuff like this, but he had gone to bed early because he was tired, woke up around midnight, and checked downstairs to discover water spraying out. I had done a cold water load of laundry last night, and around 10:30 I started up the dryer for a second run, and went to bed, so it was after that. He turned off the gas and water to it, and shot an E-mail to the house’s owners. At least he’s got the day off to rest up. I woke up at least once an hour afterwards and feel like crap now; I know he wasn’t sleeping well either. Plus our upstairs neighbor (we have a duplex-type setup) is soon going to figure out that there’s no hot water, as well.
(This could go as a plus in the “why I don’t buy a house” thread - we’re going on vacation for two weeks tomorrow, and can trust the owners to just deal with it in our absence. Plus the house is in a very high-end neighborhood, but since it’s a small, old house the property values aren’t good, and most similar houses were long ago turned into tract mansions. For us, it’s an affordable way to live somewhere that we couldn’t otherwise.)
F*@#%!?!@#%***!!!
who the HELL left the cap to the coffee pot UNSCREWED??? I just poured scalding hot coffee all over my stomach and have a huge burn now. effing soonuva bi-atch.
Sorry this is intentionally vague.
So I mentioned the travails of our friends the foster parents just above in this thread. And my heart is truly breaking for them. My wife and I went over to their house, babysat for them just so they could have a rest, and brought them all kinds of goodies for the kids. Our friends were just so happy to have kids in the house, they had wanted them for years and hadn’t been able to have them. And now the kids are gone and the wife is in tears and we’re struggling to find the words for them. I can’t imagine what they’re going through.
And then…my wife and I are going through something I can’t talk about right now. And it’s–it’s ruling our lives, running us up and down and around a rollercoaster of emotion. Not being able to talk about it (no, I am not going to talk about it here, I am not comfortable because I am not anonymous enough here to do so and I’ve seen other people here get ripped apart over it) is getting me down. I’m trying to talk about it on another board with another name but the damn place is so riven with politics and holier-than-thou attitudes that nobody’s responding to me anymore because, I guess, the tribe has spoken or something. I talk about things and seek out advice when I’m in pain, that’s what I do, it’s how I get better. Not being able to do that is making me completely restless and unable to function properly.
But at the same time…our friends lost their kids. Yes, they knew it was a possibility all along but it was literally a case of one day they had the foster kids and they were part of their lives and home and family and the next day, boom, they’re gone. It tore a hole in their lives. And, dammit, here I am almost unable to move over things that seem so trivial in comparison.
Why can’t I handle things better? Gah. My attempts at compartmentalizing my life are an abject failure.
@melodyharmonius:
Worker’s comp! Wooooooooo!