I can support this rant. I got that email, too, and my mom’s been gone 11 years. Unless I have Billy Mumy’s toy telephone from the Twilight Zone, there’s no way I’ll be calling her.
I got that email too. Since my mother is still alive, I sent her a card. I might call her on Sunday or post a message on Facebook. We really aren’t a touchy-feely type family, so the card is probably enough.
That’s not original, the phrase has been around for years. It refers not at all to pain. Sharks are attracted to blood in the water.
Businesses should strongly consider having at least two late nights a week and at least several hours on one weekend day. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for a business that deals with the public.
I got a call from the school nurse. My eldest child clearly needs a bra. She’s eleven. Eep. I sent her to school in something I thought was okay to wear. Under florescent lights it wasn’t. So my poor husband is going to have take her bra shopping before Monday. I can’t really put any weight on this foot for a prolonged time so it will have to be him.
I’d think so, but I’m not a business owner, so maybe they know the market better than I do.
I know my husband and I try to patronize places that are open when we’re available. Our garage (at the dealer) is open Saturdays, for instance. I work at a medical center so doctors aren’t an issue for me; my husband works 6 days a week, though, so he’s generally screwed there unless he can manage a day off. (His PCP is open Saturdays, but hubby only has off Sunday. He works for the US Postal Service; people went apeshit at the suggestion they’d be closed Saturdays…) I generally don’t go to businesses that are closed Sundays because that’s the only day we have off together.
(The hospital where I work is open 24/7, of course. The clinic buildings generally have business hours, though exceptions exist. One doctor I know works late into the evening… but that’s because he always runs way behind schedule, so you’ll be there later than you’d expected. His staff hates him for messing with their own lives on those clinic days. Be careful what you wish for!)
Attn: Everyone on the internet. Stop saying “Butthurt”. First person to say “Butthurt” to me in real life, I’m gonna cut their throat open with a spoon. This will in no way be an over-reaction.
While we’re on the subject, the following terms are now officially off-limits for adults:
Internets.
Inter/Intarweb(s).
Teh
Any misspelling accompanied by a picture of a cat.
But “Butthurt” is the worst. I mean, you people do realise that these are terms invented and popularised by children, right? It’s not Pulitzer winners coming up with this shit, it’s asshole teenagers on 4Chan. Stop talking like asshole teenagers on 4Chan.
P.S. I fully expect to be accused of being “Butthurt” by someone who thinks he’s funny but who’s wrong. Just be forewarned that if you do this, I will hunt you down and shove a fistful of bees up your ass. Bees covered in lemon juice and rock salt. Then we’ll see who’s butthurt, motherfucker.
yes my position is open early stay late and work weekends, hence the issue. i have to leave for work prior to the time most buisnesses open for business and work later than even the ones that are open late and work some weekends as well.
I can’t go to the bank during the week becasue they are open the same hours that I work and there isn’t one close enough to go on my lunch break.
I’ve spent hours trying to get my picture off a game show web site, but the site isn’t run by an individual or a company. It’s run by a community of fans. I registered on their forum, but I can’t send anyone messages because I’m so new.
All I want is for the picture to disappear. Is that so much to ask?
As I was leaving for work today, another tenant caught my attention because she was standing by the laundry room door and staring at something. I was curious (and walking by anyway) and stopped to see what she was looking so nervous about. An injured juvenile squirrel was trying to scale the brick wall. I saw it had a bloody nose, and then the poor thing promptly fell off the wall, must have been at least the second time. Left a bloody nose/chin print on the sidewalk. I went back upstairs to get a box and some bedding, and the little guy/girl is in my bathtub with the door shut while I eventually went to work. I got hold of a wildlife rescue, and will take him/her there in the morning.
If that other tenant hadn’t been standing and staring, I’m sure I would have walked past the little guy/girl and never noticed. Now I have to get up in what equates to the middle of the night for me (I sleep from 4am to 12pm) and take it to the rehab center at 8:30 in the morning.
Sometimes I really dislike being compelled to do the right thing. I could have just walked on by. But I couldn’t possibly, you know? I’m not happy about this at all, I’m not proud of myself, I don’t think it’s anything special. It’s just something I should do and now just need to do it. Damnit. I’m going to be pretty sleep deprived for my ER shift tomorrow night and am not looking forward to it!
Snipped but dang, Girl…are you me? That’s just how I feel. It would be so easy/more convenient to just walk on by. Currently, I’m trapping in a not very nice neighborhood. Not because I want to, but because I was driving past and saw some feral kittens eating garbage on the side of the road.
Like you, I don’t do this for fame and praise…its just something I have to do.
Hopes your sleep deprived shift won’t be too bad. Hopes the squirrel survives.
You did a good thing, you deserve some chocolate.
shoves Ritter Sport Dark Chocolate and Marzipan into mouth
“Fanks! I fure am grad fis fread is here fometimes.”
still has to finish a few things at work and get home and check on squirrel, take care of rest of critters in the house, get to bed and get up in 7 hours from now. Hope it’s still alive.
And a follow up rant! I mentioned this on Facebook. One of my sisters oh so helpfully comments “It’s only spam. It has no power over you.”
Hey sis, why don’t you go ahead and add yourself to the fuck you list? You have children. You have a mother in law. You didn’t have Mom come and spend a week in the hospital with you and then take you back and forth to yet another hospital every week for years. You didn’t live in the same house with her for a year as she was slowly being destroyed by Alzheimer’s. I did all of those things. The mother I’m mourning is not the same mother you knew.
This. This is why I don’t have much contact with my sisters anymore.
U mad bro?
{Runs full-speed out of thread before bees, lemon juice, rock salt, etc.} 
You done good. They always say, “Someone should do something!”, and you were willing to be Someone. 
(Okay, I snuck back in. Don’t tell Doctor_Why_Bother.)
My rant du jour - we’re putting our house on the market in five days. OHMFREAKINGGODHOWAMIGOINGTOGETALLOFTHISSTUFFDONEBYTHEN!!!111!!!
That’s pretty much what my head sounds like right now. 
My beloved butthead usually shares my sense of humor, but when I used this pic for my wall paper, he didn’t get it. Today I found this pic and honestly LOL’d at it. Set it to my wallpaper and sent it to Bill. He didn’t get it again. How is it that a glorified file clerk gets geeky jokes better than an engineer?
Sorry for the double post, on my phone now.
I totally understand. Moving just sucks. It doesn’t matter if you are moving a block away or a couple of states. It just sucks. Moving with a hospice cat must suck even harder. I know that you have all the advice about selling your home, so I won’t say anything…all I will do is say that moving sucks big time and that you have my sympathy.
Piss on these people. Feaking monkey turds.
“Regrettably, after a peaceful rally in Blanding, Utah, a number of individuals broke the law by driving ATVs through Recapture Canyon, where ancient artifacts and dwellings may have been damaged by the riders.”
Happy mother’s day! I have a fever, so does my husband, and my baby is (apparently) cutting 19 teeth at once because he will not stop crying. At least the weather is nice and the two big boys are outside playing with friends. But we were supposed to see his family this morning for brunch and then my mom this afternoon for casual backyard hangout time. My head hurts like it’s going to explode, my throat hurts like it’s on fire, and all of the major joints in my body ache. And he didn’t get me a card, and my 8 year old didn’t make me anything, but at least my 6 year old did. (They had a Muffins with Mom event on Friday where we were given our “love notes”. When I saw that every other mom in the 2nd grade class room had something I asked my son if he had something for me and he said no, because he just didn’t feel like making anything. 
)
Well, somebody is in deep kimchee, and for once, it is not me!
Jr. was supposed to go to breakfast/lunch with us. At 1130, it was in a hour. at 1220 we went to the restaurant 25 minutes away, for a 30+ minute wait. We were seated. Checked via text what he wanted, ordered. Finished meal at 1445, boxed up everything and went home.
Somebody gots some 'splaining to do.
I fucking hate Mother’s Day. Here’s what invariably happens:
My husband and I get into a big stupid fight the day before. Hard feelings all around. Post-fight awkwardness persists well into Mother’s Day/my birthday/other non-holiday holiday into the next day or two. Kids are freaked out. Tensions cause everyone to walk on eggshells. Because they’re tense from our tension, the kids are surly and argue with each other, also over stupid things, resulting in yet further familial annoyance, only now the kids are feeling picked on, too.
If the above doesn’t happen, then usually I have a series of stupid accidents that result in me being uncomfortable and cranky all day. I haven’t yet figured out why the hell this happens on non-holiday “holidays” such as Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, etc. But it just does. Almost every year without fail. This year was no exception. I only say almost because there was one year when it didn’t happen.
Oh, well. At least this year I didn’t fall into a mud puddle in the rain while simultaneously pouring coffee down my front.