I’m right there with you (and with Dan, too) - it is the sign of great barbarism if you leave toast crumbs in your butter. Leaving them in the jam, too? Hanging’s too good for them.
pfft. I wish it was just crumbs in the butter. My dearest scrapes the top of the butter with his knife instead of taking a slice or chunk off the end like a civilized person. And his whole famn damily does it too. I’d be happy with crumbs.
Okay, the crumbs annoy me too.
I use sour cream as a dip for my Kettle Salt and Pepper chips. The sour cream gets pieces of pepper in it. Since I have it all to myself, I don’t mind, it works with whatever else I’m putting the sour cream on. But if I had to share it with someone, I swear I would never do that and would instead take some of the sour cream out and put it in a dipping bowl. Even with that - the butter, jam, peanut butter, mayo, etc. each get their own utensil. Mixing even a little bit of any of those with each other or leaving bread crumbs in them is ick!
I dropped my bike tonight. :smack:
We are supposed to go on a Patriot Guard Mission tomorrow and I knew I needed gas, so I backed it out of the garage, started it and turned it around…and fell over.
On the right side of the bike. Down hill. The oil cap popped off and I had my own mini-Valdez spill happening in front of me.
I know how to pick my 650 pound bike up from a level surface, but it was down hill and leaking oil and gas and dying right in front of my eyes. Not to mention that forcing the front wheel around would scuff or bend the fender…so I tried to use my arms to pick it up. :eek:
I actually got it upright, but it was so stupid. All I would have had to do was call Bill and he would have come right out to help.
Damage report: I was smart enough to land under it, so the tank is good. The front brake lever is scuffed. The back of the right pipe is scuffed. The front of the right floorboard is scuffed. The custom paint is good.
I think that tomorrow, I’ll ride in the chase truck with Bill.
I hate it when I do stuff like that. A month or so ago, I threw some stuff down the stairs into the basement, and hit a dvd case we had standing there. I knocked it over and destroyed it, just because I didn’t want to walk down a couple of steps and didn’t aim carefully enough. Argh. Bad me!
I am seriously tired of the damned ‘this page is an attack page’ for SDMB. I have added it to my damned whitelist, every time I click the ignore and that this is not an attack page. I am about to remove adblock totally and find some other way to block ads on other pages.
The ads that are being served up are contaminated.
At least you’re OK, sorry to hear your bike got scraped up, though. Hope you have fun Saturday anyway.
Dang, that sort of stuff just ticks me off…mostly because when it happens, I always know its my fault.
This is helpful, but doesn’t stop my cell from kicking me the fuck out. What can be done?
I bounce well, and I didn’t really land under my bike on purpose. It just happened, but as a biker…I needed to brag about that part.
We are going to a funeral for a dead Korean Vet. We were invited by the family, so we will do what they want. I think we are just going to be standing around with flags this time, and that’s OK. If they want us to sit with them, we will.
When it comes to funerals, we ride with respect. But we do need a chase vehicle because some of us idiots still ride old bikes that have parts randomly falling off.
I use the Tapatalk app to read the SDMB via smartphone; it doesn’t show ads at all. Only downside is that for some reason after a recent upgrade, I can’t report spam posts directly from the app any longer. I have to click on the “web view” option, then report from there.
I think my Twitter account was compromised - I developed about 200 extra people I was following out of nowhere (accounts in Spanish, Asian languages, Sanskrit, etc. that I never would have followed on my own). I changed my password, so I hope that’s over with. Frigging assholes on the internet who just have to ruin everyone else’s fun by phishing, spamming, stealing accounts, whatever - there’s a special level of hell for all of these jerks.
That worked, thank you so much!
The funeral was very nice and the memorial lunch was well planned. I have the planner’s card. I’m not going to do anything stupid, but shit happens.
I’ve been to some really tacky funerals. Free online etiquette advice about dressing for a funeral: If the only black outfit you own is your little black dress and black fuck-me shoes…wear something else to the funeral. Unless you are the other woman and planning to throw yourself over the coffin while weeping and declaring that you are the only one he loved. That outfit made the bitch fight so much more entertaining.
Ca Whisperer, this happened to me as well. Go to your privacy settings, open “Who can contact me” and make sure your “Strict filtering” (sees posts from mostly friends) hasn’t been reset to “Basic filtering” (that pretty much lets you see not only people you know and like, but people who those people know, and so on).
ETA: Oh, Twitter. nm, that’s something I encountered on facebook. I don’t know from Twitter.
This is turning into a shitty long weekend. Literally.
The toilet was acting funny, two nights ago it started leaking and flowed back and other stuff so we said fuck it, toilet moved to priority one this weekend to be replaced.
Well somewhere in the past some idiot installed particleboard beneath the toilet, so guess what? We have to repair the floor. Thank goodness not too far down, but still more work than expected. It will take 2 days instead of one like the downstairs (equally badly installed but not leaking as bad) toilet was.
And of course because we were seeking a leak behind the shower there is unfinished drywall on the side near the toilet. Now that it’s out, I’m painting because it’s much easier to deal with. So I may as well paint the whole damn room because, well, it’s ugly enough lets make it look ok, as ok as I can so it will last until I’ve saved enough to do a proper reno because it’s old.
I’m just glad the place isn’t riddled with stuff like this. 7 months in and most things are just fine. My friend bought a house a few years back and she keeps encountering the weirdest stuff. Like all the baseboards were glued to the walls so when you go to remove them to paint you have to fix chunks that you’ve just taken out. Or the floors were installed so badly there are huge gaps everywhere in high traffic areas from boards being pushed closer together.
We used to have 2 brick pillars framing our drive. The key word is used to. I was backing the truck out and knocked one of them down. I had enough room to back a semi up and I still hit the pillar. Whatever, I didn’t like them anyhow.
Its very possible that I shouldn’t drive while on these drugs.
Tomorrow we will be cleaning a cat collector’s house. Its disgusting, you can smell the stench from the road. There are probably cats in the walls and in the mattress. Poor kitties and poor human who was so dysfunctional that she did this. I know that she probably really loves her cats, but nobody should sleep on a cat pee covered bed.
Interventions like this just suck. I already know that most of the cats will be put down, and I know that I’ll spend a lot of time crying over them. And saying many bad words over the situation and mental disease.
This is the 4th time I’ve done this and it doesn’t get any easier. I hates rescuing cats and then killing them. I really REALLY wish that cats would have a sensible breeding agenda.
I feel your friend’s pain, Flutterby. I was going to replace some baseboards in our master bath, but when I went to take them out I found that they had been nailed into every single stud with TWO (count 'em) TWO 8 penny finish nails (more than 2" long), then the holes were fastidiously filled, sanded, and stained. :eek:
And they are scribe fit in the inside corners.
You grew up with butter in chunks. He grew up with butter in tubs. Have you explained that when it comes in chunks he may find it easier to cut off a piece, or do you merely seethe internally?
I can assure you that if you tried cutting off the end of butter that’s in a tub, you’d have a bit of a problem. In that case, the easier and more practical thing to do is to scrape. And in fact, those pretty curls in restaurant butter dishes? Obtained by scraping.
Hmmm. I hadn’t thought about the possibility of being used to butter in tubs. I figured the guy was just used to butter that’s too cold and hard to spread on white bread (or toast) without tearing it to shreds.
It took me a few years after I got married, but I finally won the battle in our home about whether butter should be refrigerated after the stick is unwrapped and put on a butter dish. I do have to make sure we always own a butter dish with an intact cover, of course.
It’s much worse; he grew up with margarine in tubs. For that reason alone I’m willing to give him a pass and continue to seethe internally.
How about individuals (not going to name names, but we’re no longer married) that roll their corn on the cob in the newly unwrapped stick of butter leaving behind bits of corn and semi congealed melted glops? :eek:
My family did that every holiday meal we had corn on the cob. I think we’d just throw away the butter after dinner.