Do you have a dog? Or a cat that goes outdoors? Because they can get the oils on their coats and not be affected, but as soon as you pet them or they rub against you…Bingo!
I have the hiccups.
I know what you mean; there are times I’d like to post for some advice here, but don’t because of the nature of the boards. Don’t give yourself too hard a time because you’re problems don’t seem as important as your friends’ problems; everybody’s situation is different. You could say that no one in North America should ever feel like they have a problem, because we aren’t living in poorest Africa, but that would just be ridiculous.
Look, foreigner, we live in one of the richest, most educated hemispheres in the world and there is enough correct grammar and spelling to go around. It’s not “you’re problems don’t seem as important,” it’s “your problems.” You would think you’d have gotten that right considering you used the word again two words later. Besides, there are children in Africa going to bed every night without correct grammar and spelling.
You should be ashamed. If you’d swallowed your pride and asked for my advice about this I could of* corrected you.
Two cats, but unless it’s in the screenhouse, the cats couldn’t come in contact with it because that’s the only place they’re allowed to go outside. I think I would have noticed plants growing in there, though, since they’re always accompanied by a human.
It has to be in the yard somewhere and I’m just not noticing it as I walk by.
I need a new hairstylist, heard of what I was told was a place, and made an appointment for a consultation. Those usually take 10, maybe 15 minutes tops.
When I got there, I was told that she was wrapping up and would be with me in a minute. About 5 minutes later, she finished. And then she and her previous client stood around gossiping for at least 15 minutes. I know she probably gets tipped more if she has a good rapport. But she was now over 20 minutes late for a 10 minute appointment. And she’d still need to finish cleaning the station and wrap up her conversation about who was doing what to whom.
When I did go to the receptionist and said I needed to reschedule, she grunted at me. The least she could have done was acknowledge the issue. It was just so very, very rude.
Time to find another hair stylist, and to be sure to tell this place why.
Dammit! Or should that be, damnit?!
Danmit?
Bloody hell. Came home after voting and put my lunch in the microwave to heat it up (leftovers). Suddenly, this awful smell started drifting through the house. I got my lunch out and opened it and almost vomited. I had put the container with the cats kangaroo mince in and nuked it instead.
The smell of cooked kangaroo guts was something to behold. Flies were leaving fresh dog shit to get inside.
I don’t mind the people who find out the gender from the ultrasound, I mind the people who when talking about their pregnancy say they really want a boy (or less often, a girl). Ugh. I don’t see what difference it should make. If you wanted a son to play ball with and go hunting, well, last I looked, none of those activities actually required a penis so there’s no reason you can’t teach your little girl those skills just like a boy.
And as none of these people I’ve met who’ve “wished for/really wanted” a certain gender actually ended up having that, then what? Are we supposed to act disappointed with them? “Sorry, better luck next time?” Double ugh. They talk about trying again later and some of them end up with something like five girls and stop when they finally get that son. How crappy is that for the girls in that family? To know you only exist/have siblings because they wanted a baby with a penis?
As to baby showers, I’ve only been to one for a childhood friend’s second child. I hadn’t seen her in years and just happened to be in town. I appreciated the invite but yeah, it was kind of awkward.
This is truly mini - it irritates me just a little every time I go to a website that requires some typing from me, and the cursor doesn’t automatically jump to the field I have to fill in. I have to waste the next TWO SECONDS of MY LIFE mousing over to that field!
Queue mental imagery of one of my customers screaming in my ear demanding COMPENSATION!!! for the time it takes to click on a field.
In 2010 so far, our family has already had an aunt get diagnosed/treated for breast cancer as well as the death of my father-in-law (with attendant family drama). That’s a lot for one year already, but now our 22 year old nephew was in a major car accident yesterday morning. He’s already had one surgery to put a rod in his spine; he’s probably going to have to have more surgery though. We won’t know for weeks (maybe months) if he’s going to be able to walk.
Dear universe: Our family has had ENOUGH for this year. Please find someone else (preferably someone I don’t know) to bother for a while. Thank you. I appreciate the consideration.
That’s basically what I was going for. 
You know what chaps my hide? People who don’t know the difference between “cue” and “queue”!
Ok, now I’m both worried AND pissed. Turns out my nephew did every bad driving thing you can think of before his accident: he was on his way home from a party where he’d been drinking (although apparently he “rested” first), he was speeding on wet, curvy roads, and he wasn’t wearing his seatbelt (although this might have saved him by ejecting him from the car before it rolled). Kid is damned lucky he’s not dead, and that he didn’t kill anyone else. I do hope he’s going to be ok, but man he was stupid. Worried & pissed sucks even more than just worried. sigh
No, see, it’s an entire fucking line of people who say this shit.
Dang. So much for Ambien, I fear. In April I couldn’t get to sleep, so doc prescribes Ambien. I take it twice and it works just fine. It’s weird how it turns you off like a light and then turns you back on eight hours later, but whatever.
Now I’m in this cycle where I’m taking longer to fall asleep (but not like before where I was wide-frickin-awake at midnight) and waking up several times during the night.
Have taken Ambien twice, and no go. Sure, I get switched off all the sudden, but I’m still waking up at three am and not really getting back to sleep and then the whole rest of the day I’m fighting grogginess.
Rats! Rats!! Rats!!
Oh oh - seeing rats is definitely not an improvement in your condition.