What's bumming your stone today?
That would be, what exactly?
if there were just more threads that i could relay my frustrations on.....
I think that's what the cellar really needs. more whining and crying about personal trifles. It gives it such a real feeel. so very.......uhm......real.
my ingrown toenail this, my mean boss that....my stupid abusive spouse the other thing......
i
just
cant
get
enough of it.
moar.
plz
I like this thread better.
I think a better question would be "who's stoning your bum?".
The inchling got all Zany Man on me and head butted me in the lip. Accidentally.
FYI, it doesn't bleed any less if it's accidental. There's a pun lurking in there.
Ah! The origin of the phrase "Bleeding lip conservative". :D
Ack!! My husband just told me this morning he "volunteered" me to watch a coworker's 6 yr old for "just 4 hours" tomorrow while they work some OT. Nevermind that after the last time we agreed never again. this kid is one of those kids that seems sweet, then spends the whole time chasing my already timid dog around, not trying to be mean, but totally freaking him out.
Charge your husband for your time. Seriously. I'd say $20/hr is fair. Then spend that money selfishly on yourself.
Also, can you tell the 6 year old to stop chasing the dog, or does "watching" the kid not include use of authority?
Good idea Glatt. And yes Shawnee I can (and did, last time tell her about 10 times an hour, to stop -apparently not a word she hears at home!) My problem is that I don't know her Mom very well and don't want to upset her(the Mom) although that might get me out of "volunteering" again. PLus I don't think I can fix 6 years of lax parenting in 4 hours.
Re-direct...with twinkies!
lol
Speaking of lax, just give her some chocolate (whoops, that was Exlax?). That should keep her busy.
actually I was thinking of taking them for donuts- right before Mom picks her up :evil2:
LMAO HLJ and I mean for real I spit hot tea all over my desk
Ah! The origin of the phrase "Bleeding lip conservative". :D
Right! a liberal is just a conservative who hasn't been head-butted yet.:eek:
Cancer has been a busy little beaver lately. Yesterday I found out that an long time friend just died of breast cancer and today I found out that my closest aunt died of lung cancer.
Jeez. What's next?
People who yell at me on the phone in the course of my workday.
And blisters.
Cancer has been a busy little beaver lately. Yesterday I found out that an long time friend just died of breast cancer and today I found out that my closest aunt died of lung cancer.
Jeez. What's next?
Sheesh foot. I'm so sorry. :(
Fuck cancer.
People who yell at me on the phone in the course of my workday.
And blisters.
You were right, you know it.
Fucking stupid bastard sodding eczema. Or, more accurately, the fucking stupid bastard sodding eczema creams that ruin all my clothes.
Every time I put a load of washing in, maybe 20% of it comes out usable. Everything else is covered in thick grease mixed with powder. Wash it two or three times, doesn;t seem to help. Tried all kinds of detergents and powders. The only ones that ever work are the ones I can't fucking use because they set my skin off. And even they don;t get rid of it all.
Again today, I put some washing through at mum's house and out of the entire load, there's two tops and one pair of jeans that are wearable. Three times they went through. Once on the hottest possible wash. Most of it came out caked in grey globs of grease, and all the seams (even on the 'wearable' clothes) are greyed with grease.
I've searched online for solutions but nothing seems to work. I've tried all sorts of additives (oxy stuff etc) and nothing fucking works.
Just so fucked off and tired of it all.
Did your online research include the contacting the manufacturers of the creams? They must have received similar inquiries before and their chemists should be able to offer a solution if one exists.
Hmm. No, but I think I'll give that a go. Thanks!
Can you use Dawn dish soap?
3Foot, that really sucks. Fuck cancer!
Dana, hope that Sexobon's suggestion provides information that solves the problem. You've probably tried this, but would some kind of thin undergarment like a long sleeved singlet etc... which you could then wash separately be of any use in protecting outer clothes?
Dana: nudism.
Pix pls.
Zen: not only smart, but practical as well...
Yeah, you'd think the undergarment thing would work right? *smiles* something aboutthis hydrous ointment means it just gets everywhere!
I contacted the manufacturers. Their only real suggestion (though they were lovely about it) was to place a piece of parchment paper over the clothing and iron over it, so it lifts the grease off.
I think they think I am talking about a few spots of grease lol. Actually it's everywhere on everything, into the seams and in the cloth. I'd have to iron every inch of every item of clothing/bedding, from the smallest ankle sock to the largest bed sheet. Aside from the fact I'd have to use a forest's worth of paper for each wash, it'd take frikkin hours.
I'm investigating some of the 'tricks of the trade' that mechanics and engineers use to get tha engine grease out of their overalls.
@ Zen: In your dreams honey pie :p
:( What a bugger! Hope the mechanics/engineers can assist.
@ Zen: In your dreams honey pie :p
Mine too... mine too. :yesnod:
Yeah, you'd think the undergarment thing would work right? *smiles* something aboutthis hydrous ointment means it just gets everywhere!
I contacted the manufacturers. Their only real suggestion (though they were lovely about it) was to place a piece of parchment paper over the clothing and iron over it, so it lifts the grease off.
I think they think I am talking about a few spots of grease lol. Actually it's everywhere on everything, into the seams and in the cloth. I'd have to iron every inch of every item of clothing/bedding, from the smallest ankle sock to the largest bed sheet. Aside from the fact I'd have to use a forest's worth of paper for each wash, it'd take frikkin hours.
I'm investigating some of the 'tricks of the trade' that mechanics and engineers use to get tha engine grease out of their overalls.
@ Zen: In your dreams honey pie :p
This is the shiznit. it will take out oil stains that have been washed and dried. Rub it into the fabric, then launder as usual with laundry soap. See if you can get this in the UK. There are other Gojo flavors, but lemon is the only one with the ability to remove washed and dried oil stains.
Ooooh. Nice one. Is it like swarfega?
Kind of, but better because, well, because it's American.
I'm investigating some of the 'tricks of the trade' that mechanics and engineers use to get tha engine grease out of their overalls.
Dawn dish soap. Its what they use to clean the oil of of birds after an oil spill.
Yeah dawn Rocks , deals with grease , carbon black , etc
Dawn is pretty intense stuff. It gives me a wicked rash on my hands. Too many years of washing them in Safety Kleen, which despite its name is not all that safe to get on your hands. :(
The new Safety Kleen is safe... it just doesn't work.
Back in the day, when it was trichlorethylene, then trichloroethene, or even the later Chlorothane NU, you could dip a wheel bearing, then lay it in the palm of your hand and blow the crap out on it with 90 lbs of air.
Should kind of watch out for little cuts though, they let the grease get under your skin instead of just the triclor. But hell, since it was being absorbed through your fingernails 50 time faster than through your skin, it doesn't make much difference, does it.
Wait a minute. Since when does some working class commie anarchist chick from Manchester wash clothes??? :eyebrow:
Dana, are you selling out? ;)
The new Safety Kleen is safe... it just doesn't work.
Back in the day, when it was trichlorethylene, then trichloroethene, or even the later Chlorothane NU, you could dip a wheel bearing, then lay it in the palm of your hand and blow the crap out on it with 90 lbs of air.
Should kind of watch out for little cuts though, they let the grease get under your skin instead of just the triclor. But hell, since it was being absorbed through your fingernails 50 time faster than through your skin, it doesn't make much difference, does it.
If I get even a few drops of mineral spirits or turps on my hands at this point my entire arm goes pins and needles for about half an hour.
Cleaned many a freewheel that way.
Hmmm... I've been using WD 40 for that forever... MSDS linked.
http://www.wd40company.com/files/pdf/msds-wd494716385.pdfWait a minute. Since when does some working class commie anarchist chick from Manchester wash clothes??? :eyebrow:
Dana, are you selling out? ;)
All depends what price is being offered :p
Apparently Dawn dishsoap is pretty much the same thing as Fairy Liquid over here. Both made by Proctor and Gamble.
Funnily enough I have on occasion used Fairy to handwash small items of clothing when I've not had time to go to the laundrette.
Been a while since I did though. Gonna give it a go and see how I get on.
I think a better question would be "who's stoning your bum?".
Hey, I think there's a game/reality show in there. With The Rolling Stones.
"Which Stone Is In Your Bum?"
Mick? Keith? Charlie? Ron? Who's in the dark this week?
the end of a friendship.
sad, senseless, needlessly painful.
That sucks, Jim. I am sorry.
yeah, thanks... I'm sorry too. for both of us. It was like that scene where the little kid has to get rid of his dog, so he throws rocks and chases it away.... I was the dog. those rocks hurt.
Been there, felt that, sorry it happened to you Jim :(
yeah, thanks... I'm sorry too. for both of us. It was like that scene where the little kid has to get rid of his dog, so he throws rocks and chases it away.... I was the dog. those rocks hurt.
damn. shit. piss. corruption.
Sorry Bro.
thanks... it's good to have people to whine to. ow... my feelings....
You're a good guy, Jim. Don't deserve that.
are you saying I don't deserve it, or not to deserve it? I'm not sure.... I'm pretty sure I didn't deserve what I got, but then, I am very persuasive and confident. Maybe she felt this was the only way to make sure I would go away. I feel like I should hate her, but I can't. I'm just bummed. my stone is too.
I do have a date Friday night though. Gonna go REAL slow with that one. REAL slow.
are you saying I don't deserve it, or not to deserve it?
"Don't deserve it" is sloppy shorthand for "you don't deserve it." But it's really not my place to weigh in on what you deserve and don't deserve. Poor choice of words. I'm sorry you're going through this though.
LOL. yeah... somehow, If it happens it happens... and I must deserve it. She got me again. I think the breakup was inevitable, but it seems like she went out of her way to be cruel about the ending. I'm not sure if it's because she wanted to hurt me before I hurt her, or because she wanted to make sure i didn't mess things up with the new guy, or if I did something that made her want to hurt me back.... That's what bothers me. the why of it. I was really nice to her. serious.
Damn dude.... Sorry. I gave up trying to figure women out.
Well that sucks Jim , Damn !!!
I'm sorry jim.
Love stinks.
I'm sorry about ur stone.
Dating? After one year? Are you insane?
Your mileage may vary. Enjoy yourself. :)
Taking the kids back to their moms place always bums my stone.
Dating? After one year? Are you insane?
Your mileage may vary. Enjoy yourself. :)
It was I'll advised to be sure. I've simply prolonged the inevitable. I had plugged a hole I felt. Better idea to let the hole heal on it's own. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
Jim, sorry it hurts, but better that than lies and deception. No? is there a perfect way to do it?
I'm still sick. That's bumming my stone. And it's even more bummed after reading through this thread.
All depends what price is being offered :p
How about an automobile? :blush:
"Don't deserve it" is sloppy shorthand for "you don't deserve it." But it's really not my place to weigh in on what you deserve and don't deserve. Poor choice of words. I'm sorry you're going through this though.
Nobody deserves that.
I'm still sick. That's bumming my stone. And it's even more bummed after reading through this thread.
Or that either. :(
Jim, sorry it hurts, but better that than lies and deception. No? is there a perfect way to do it?
I know that's right.
I'm gonna armor myself in solitude for a while, I think. take care of the things I have been postponing, and clean up the mess I've made of my life in general. I don't need help distracting myself.
[YOUTUBE]O0CVL9T4Smo[/YOUTUBE]
be a solitary man....
It'll get better, jim. I was solitary for a long time, wouldn't date or hook-up or anything. When I did "jump back in" so to speak I apparently wasn't ready because I made a couple really bad choices.
I'm still solitary location-wise though there is someone in my life I care about who lives too far away. Maybe that's one way I can be very very careful still.
I wouldn't recommend my style of "easing back in" because I think people do need other people. We just have to be very careful if we're getting what we need or what we think we need, and it takes time to sort out "you."
:comfort:
Thanks L
srsly.
I have a couple good buddies that I can rap with if I need it. And then there's youse guise. and my mom still thinks I'm cool... so, I've got that going for me.
Which is nice.
(I just can't help it. I thought I could resist in type form, but apparently I cannot.)
Jim, I am sorry you are going through this. That is probably something I said to you before, but I say it again, because I mean it again.
Solitary time is good for you. I wish I had done that before. I am fortunate that my relationship has survived the turmoil that goes with that period right after a major breakup with someone else. Everyone says you should wait and heal, and I didn't do that. I recommend it, though. I think you will thank yourself later and be much much stronger for it.
It was five years after I broke up with my older boys father before I met Dazza. It was good having that time to sort myself out, but in saying that, there were certainly a number of dalliances to spice up the journey though. Solitude might be good for healing, but the human touch has some pretty magical qualities also.
It felt very good to have some affection after the crash ending of my marriage. I realized that even during my marriage I was not getting much of it. So, yeah.. pretty magical. I turned a blind eye to everything else, I think. I guess its a balance we need to find, like everything.
You can't bake a cake with only one ingredient. ;)
I tell myself that I'll just store my Chi. ...but I know me. this thing will go off while I'm cleaning it, no doubt. ....it can have a hair trigger some mornings.
I'm still solitary location-wise though there is someone in my life I care about who lives too far away.
sorry, honey, maybe I can get over there in September......
I'm still solitary location-wise though there is someone in my life I care about who lives too far away. Maybe that's one way I can be very very careful still.
:comfort:
Does this guy have a Panda suit and hang out at the old sewage lagoon?
guy?
my bad. i didn't know she is a switch hitter. now my heart is broken because i felt we had a connection. sigh
monster's just fantasizing again. She does this from time to time. Then she realizes it is but a dream, and I am unattainable on every level.
Yeah, it's a curse. I was talking to my ex and the subject of this mutual friend came up and I told my ex that the guy's in love with me. The ex said "Well duh, who isn't?"
Who isn't, indeed.
:lol2:
but then,... I'm not so sure, LOLZIE
Snort snicker lol. ;)
You just KNOW UG is.
My neighbors. They're fighting. Loudly. Profanely. Now, I got nothing against the use of profanity, hell, I'm a Pro Cusser League veteran. But, not out in public. Most of the time. This morning they were in the driveway at 7:45, full throttle. I came out on my front porch and just stared at them while they fought.
When she drove up the street, going to work I suppose, her husband gave me the stink-eye as he went toward his door. I smiled a big friendly smile, and quoted a line form "Blazing Saddles".
I said, in my cheeriest voice, mind you: "Good Morning Jerry. And isn't it a lovely morning?"
He didn't say anything.
...I told my ex that the guy's in love with me. The ex said "Well duh, who isn't?"...
Was he using the sarcasm font?
No, he was using your mom's font.
I hope he wiped it afterwards
No, he was using your mom's font.
Oh, I see moms are fair game for insulting now.
Just remember, you started it. And tell your Mom you started it.
Game on.
I started it? I started it? Hello? <-----not a sarcasm font.
Go away kid, ya bother me.
And my mom said 'bring it on!' How do you think I got this way? ;)
:lol:
your mother's an astronaut
AND she wears combat boots!
I started it? I started it?
Yes, you.
No, he was using your mom's font.
See,
you brought mom into it. I didn't say nuffin bout no mammies.
And my mom said 'bring it on!'
To the 1984 Denver Broncos?
If I may ontroduce a shot of levity up your collective arses?
Sachin Tendulkar failed to get his century today.
Yes, he's Indian and therefore the opposition (England are playing India, in case it 'scaped your notice) but he's a good batsman and it would have been a notable achievement. LBW on 91. Given by an Australian Umpire.
He's not the best, not even the Indian best. But it would have been good to see.
She said she's really really bored and can't wait for the summer to be over.
LOL. yeah... somehow, If it happens it happens... and I must deserve it. She got me again. I think the breakup was inevitable, but it seems like she went out of her way to be cruel about the ending. I'm not sure if it's because she wanted to hurt me before I hurt her, or because [FONT="Arial"]she wanted to make sure i didn't mess things up with the new guy[/FONT], or if I did something that made her want to hurt me back.... That's what bothers me. the why of it. I was really nice to her. serious.
So, I Finally got some closure here, which is good. There really is a new guy. (i didnt believe it) And he seems to be a controlling, jealous asshole. So it makes sense now, the way it went down... Friday night, I sent her one last text to make sure it was really done, and
he immediately called me, motherfucking me. It was kind of funny. Like I'm supposed to be scared of him. Lol. He can have her. Oh my god, he can have her.... Thank you, Eric. Buh bye. I owe you a beer.
Was his last name Cantor? :eek:
Just kidding.
Sorry to hear that you are hurting. Shit like that sucks on so many levels.
If she attracts guys like that, and likes it, she is damaged goods, and would have led you to more serious dramatic chaos down the road. Bullet dodged.
Yeah, he's lucky it turned out that way.
LOL. yeah... somehow, If it happens it happens... and I must deserve it. She got me again. I think the breakup was inevitable, but it seems like she went out of her way to be cruel about the ending. I'm not sure if it's because she wanted to hurt me before I hurt her, or because she wanted to make sure i didn't mess things up with the new guy, or if I did something that made her want to hurt me back.... That's what bothers me. the why of it. I was really nice to her. serious.
So, I Finally got some closure here, which is good. There really is a new guy. (i didnt believe it) And he seems to be a controlling, jealous asshole. So it makes sense now, the way it went down... Friday night, I sent her one last text to make sure it was really done, and he immediately called me, motherfucking me. It was kind of funny. Like I'm supposed to be scared of him. Lol. He can have her. Oh my god, he can have her.... Thank you, Eric. Buh bye. I owe you a beer.
I read your post again and you know what, NO ONE deserves a cruel break-up, especially cuz the other has someone else. That's just plain wrong. I'm glad you've got closure now though. And just a side note, I feel sorry for her to be in a relationship with a controlling, jealous man. She will regret choosing him over you.
Cant download audiobooks from the library to our Ipod. I googled and found out that it just isn't possible with Ipod. WTF!!!
Should I return it and get another mp3 player?
If I may ontroduce a shot of levity up your collective arses?
Sachin Tendulkar failed to get his century today.
Yes, he's Indian and therefore the opposition (England are playing India, in case it 'scaped your notice) but he's a good batsman and it would have been a notable achievement. LBW on 91. Given by an Australian Umpire.
He's not the best, not even the Indian best. But it would have been good to see.
what?
Slashin' Sachin is the best batsman of the modern era. He has passed 100 runs 99 times in international cricket - just one short of a century of centuries. Totally unprecedented.
And for what it is worth, England have just crushed India in a test series (WTF?) and in so doing have earned the number one ranking in test cricket (WTFFF?). This would have been unthinkable five yers ago, when Enlgand had been rubbish for a decade.
IMHO I give credit to a few now-retired players: Gough, Pieterson, Collingwood. They weren't great, but they had guts and detemination and set a standard of toughing it out through difficult times. IMHO the modern success was built on that attitude.
Well done, En-ger-land, may your Barmy Army enjoy the good times.
would have led you to more serious dramatic chaos down the road. Bullet dodged.
this is a certainty. As I said, it was ending anyway, and I knew it... was even ready for it to be over ... but now I know why the sudden cessation of real communication. If this guy is grabbing her phone up and reading her texts, and feels comfortable calling me from it and speaking
for her.... yeah.. she's in the shit there. She's not a weak person, I doubt she'll tolerate that very long. I hope she enjoys it as long as it lasts. And if they go the distance, then that's great too. She deserves to be happy. She's had a lot of bad shit happen in her life.
I'm happier for now just being me. I have no time for drama, nor the energy for it.
I've actually had a few civil conversations with shelb via text in the last few days, and I'm feeling hopeful there....
It seems like I am being taught that I need to remember to see things from other people's perspective. It can only help me make better decisions, I guess?
Sorry to hear all that....
It's the stuff of life, though, innit. It's discomfort to get stronger on the other side.
But how great to see it for what it is, because goddammit you're not 22 any more. They say "if I only knew then what I know now" but the great thing is, it is now, and you know what you know now, which is awesome.
If that makes any sense
it does.
You learn. just like the song.
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn
...you think a person is one thing, and then you find out they're another... or maybe both things... and the only real way to tell is by what they do. Not by what they tell you they're feeling or the things they say when things are easy. This person was clearly not who I thought she was. Should have seen that coming. There were clues. Still, I think it would have just petered out on it's own, but this new ingredient in the soup caused her to act in the way she did. It may have been more tortuous and damaging had it died slowly.
This was like ripping a band aid off. OUCH! and then... oh, ok...
Funnily enough, my favourite line in that song is
The firetrucks are coming up around the bend
Back when it felt I was only holding myself together through sheer bloody-mindedness, I would sing You Learn under my breath, stood outside Leyton Tube station waiting for the bus. And that line used to make me feel better, because in my mind it spoke of death and destruction elsewhere. Dodging a bullet. I'm sure it's not the real meaning...
Now it just makes me think of the evil child in front of the burning house pic.
And that's worth a grin.
My friends...Mr and Mrs Bickerson, and their neighbors...Mouthy McKnowalot and his darling mother...are moving to a town about a half hour from me.
It's good for them. In some ways it's good for me too. I really spend too much time over there (girl gets lonely at home alone all the time) and it's awfully easy to just drop over anytime.
But I'll miss their proximity. We have a lot of fun, playing games, drinking beers, talking and laughing.
Of course I'll be able to visit, but since they won't live right up the street from me anymore those visits will mostly be overnights on a weekend.
So I was telling my friends about posting about them here online, and that of course I hid their names to protect the innocent. "What were our names?" they asked.
Heheheee...these are the awesome kinds of friends I have. We know who we are and we don't mind a gentle ribbing about any of our personality traits. Mr Bickerson thought I said "Dickerson" to which Mrs Bickerson replied "No, Bickerson, because we bicker so much!" She wants an engraved wooden sign for their new place.
Mouthy McKnowalot loved his name even better. He said "I have a mouth, and I know how to use it! And I do know a lot!" :)
"lovely mother" was impressed that she was the only one without a kidding name.
They are moving this week. I'm going to miss them.
Thanks, man. It's the end of a crazy era, that's for sure. :)
Closed window, opened door and all that. You'll make new friends. Maybe mr right will move into their pad.
Mouthy wanted to be Mr Right, but he was totally wrong...for me. ;)
Just be sure Mr. Right's first name isn't 'Always.'
Man... first, I found out they cancelled my favorite afternoon talk/comedy show on the radio. I am genuinely sad at the thought that these two guys will have to pack up and move to a new city in order to find work.
And then, I read that Andy Whitfield (star of the HBO series Spartacus) is dead of lymphoma at 39. Nevermind that the series won't be the same without him, he was way too young to go.
The empathy is getting to me today.
...And he seems to be a controlling, jealous asshole. So it makes sense now, the way it went down...
Oh my god.
Dude called me at work today, out of the blue. Seems she's moving into his house, and he wanted to return the belongings of mine that were left behind at her place ....ostensibly.... also, we talked for a time about how i should stay away from her, and not try to 'step on his girl' ... i kept saying... yeah, ok... no problem... I don't want her...haven't tried to contact her since that text weeks ago when you called and motherfucked me...but stop sounding like you're threatening me because I'm not scared....and, again, i don't want her back anyway.
Seems his ex wife cheated on him, and if he thought I was trying to get with her again, he was going to become hostile. he knows himself and that's just how he is. I guess he didn't notice it when our phone system told him he was calling in on a recorded line. I assured him that he has more to worry about with the guys she works with, and he could just leave my stuff at her neighbor's place for me. He said she knew he was going to call me about the dvd's and stuff, but I wonder how she'd react to hearing a recording of that conversation.
I think I'll just file it away and try to forget it. birds of a crazy feather.....
I get the law involved and press charges. I know myself and that's just how I am.
Yeah. Sorry.
What a fucking loser. I know those types, and that's just how it is.
How long until the abuse starts? Mark my words.
marked.
I give it 3 months. fucking shame.
what's worse is that I'd give a shit if he did. I'd try to help her out of the jam if she asked. I know me, that's how I am.
asshole.
No, it's good you're that way.
God. I've been with "that guy."
And I care too. I wouldn't want that to happen.
But I bet it does. And the reality is, not all of them leave because you tell them to...or let you leave because you want to. It's about control and possession. I got knocked around pretty good before he decided jail and him wouldn't get along. :(
Heartbreaking. I'm so sorry. I really hope I'm wrong.
yeah... maybe he's just not very articulate, and deep down, he's really a good guy who will be nice to her and respect her and stuff.
I hope so, for her sake.
Hang in there, man.
I think you're handling it quite well, jimhelm.
yeah... maybe he's just not very articulate, and deep down, he's really a good guy who will be nice to her and respect her and stuff.
Riiiiiiiiiiight.
IMHO not very articulate guys who pull stunts like that - aren't really good guys. To anyone. Not even their own progeny.
hang in there, jim. You dodged a bullet.
It's not even bumming my stone anymore... the conversation is just in this thread.
thanks though....
btw... i HATE my voice on a recording!
It's not even bumming my stone anymore... the conversation is just in this thread.
thanks though....
btw... i HATE my voice on a recording!
LOL ok, then. Glad to hear it
And, baby, your voice is teh sex. ;)
Dude needs a Visit from uncle Vinny and his Knee bat ,
But then he'd just be a Victim,
Poor himz , Oh BoooHoooo !!!!
Stay out of it and Let him fall on his OWN Face
I went to the store to pick up a Case XX Sodbuster knife and discovered they are no longer made with the liner lock. Pissed me right the fuck off. Where am I gonna find an old Sodbuster with a liner lock?
Sounds like a made up implement, like a block stretcher. nice try.
I went to the store to pick up a Case XX Sodbuster knife and discovered they are no longer made with the liner lock. Pissed me right the fuck off. Where am I gonna find an old Sodbuster with a liner lock?
feet, I have a nice CRKT M1-13 Greg Lightfoot with liner lock. It's one of my favorite knives, but it sounds like you need it more.
It's just like this one (before the modifications). If you want it, pm me your address.
Edit: Here's a
better review.
Damn Jim...
Hope it all works out for the best and you have virtually zero to deal with.
I figure it's all worked out Now. Has been in my mind since the first phone call. Guess not so much for poor NewBoyfriend. I just listened to the call again... Man. Dude is not .....crisp, let's say. And he likes to the throw the word, "Fucken"in before any object or verb in a given sentence. "I didnt want to....just....fucken throw the Fucken DVDs out, cuz that's.... Fucken money, man! ...I didn't want to just Fucken ..... just.....dick you over...ya know?"
Ok, cool, thanks....man.
Anyway.... He tells me at one point that he knows alllll about me. ...
And that's kinda weird right there... Kinda like how the lurkers do....fuckers....Fuck you, you Fucken lurkers, Fucken Come out here where I can Fucken call you Fucken cock!
But I'm thinking that she's torturing him already. Why is she telling him about me? She really likes a good reaction.... Now I think of it, our thing wound down as my reaction to her shenanigans became more resigned and I was more and more willing to give it up for a bad job. And the instigation became more frequent.... Considering how her main stated complaint about her ex was his apathy..... One wonders if his apathy took him before or after he lost his nuptials. He may have iced over in order to insulate himself from her pendulous [strike]boobs[/strike] moods.
Whatever.
feet, I have a nice CRKT M1-13 Greg Lightfoot with liner lock. It's one of my favorite knives, but it sounds like you need it more. It's just like this one (before the modifications). If you want it, pm me your address.
Edit: Here's a better review.
Wow! that is a hell of a knife. I will pm you.
Sounds like a made up implement, like a block stretcher. nice try.
What do you mean 'made up'? I have three different sized block stretchers. I keep them next to my brass magnets.
Wow! that is a hell of a knife. I will pm you.
Yeah! I flicking it last night while watching the Dual Sport Riding Techniques DVD.
feet, I have a nice CRKT M1-13 Gordon Lightfoot with liner lock.
Wow. Is there anything that man can't do?
Wow. Is there anything that man can't do?
He hasn't had a hit in a few years.
Of course not, he's been concentrating on CGH-342255X-T1 RT-L6789-VE23211 with Lip Lock® construction, and marketing
I hear you Jim, went through something oddly similar with my ex. Different, but still relevant. Change your number, don't reply ... walk away briskly.
I see this "thing" of theirs ending and ending badly. Get out of the fallout zone.
So, tell me more about the knives.
I had a knife like that once.
So, one year in, Hector's now an established and respected hockey goalie, and has the same coaches and we're going up to the same tourney in the UP...... just found out it's on the same weekend as Hebe's High School Swim Championships.
Both require all Friday as well as Sat and Sun. Assuming beest can get the day off work, then Hector can at least be accompanied by one parent as opposed to being sent off with another family (this is especially important for goalies because after a bad loss, it's easy and natural for all to blame the goalie even if it wasn't their fault at all. last year his team was great and his assistant coach is totally into "it's not the goalie's fault" ....but for For their mental health, goalies at tourneys need someone who is always on their side, whether they fucked up or not.)
But neither of us can attend both. Srsy how on earth did we manage to get the most important weekends of their chosen sports to coincide?
Also, I run the computer on the scoring table for swim meets and we are hosting. But the UP is a 4 hour drive and beest is not the driver I am and we might get back really late on Sunday and he will have to work the next day.... But I have experienced that tourney before and he hasn't.... how to choose?
Bummed there's no way to do both :(
Clearly a case for cloning !!!
But I'm thinking that she's torturing him already. Why is she telling him about me? She really likes a good reaction.... Now I think of it, our thing wound down as my reaction to her shenanigans became more resigned and I was more and more willing to give it up for a bad job. And the instigation became more frequent.... Considering how her main stated complaint about her ex was his apathy..... One wonders if his apathy took him before or after he lost his nuptials. He may have iced over in order to insulate himself from her pendulous [strike]boobs[/strike] moods.
I almost got all psychological/Sherlock here. She's like this because ... probably her father ... maybe if you tried ...
Damn idiot, I am. Not my problem, not Jim's anymore either.
Whatever.
Wisdom.
[turns footy on telly, opens beer, passes one to Jim]
Both require all Friday as well as Sat and Sun. Assuming beest can get the day off work, then Hector can at least be accompanied by one parent as opposed to being sent off with another family (this is especially important for goalies because after a bad loss, it's easy and natural for all to blame the goalie even if it wasn't their fault at all. last year his team was great and his assistant coach is totally into "it's not the goalie's fault" ....but for For their mental health, goalies at tourneys need someone who is always on their side, whether they fucked up or not.)
But neither of us can attend both. Srsy how on earth did we manage to get the most important weekends of their chosen sports to coincide?
Also, I run the computer on the scoring table for swim meets and we are hosting. But the UP is a 4 hour drive and beest is not the driver I am and we might get back really late on Sunday and he will have to work the next day.... But I have experienced that tourney before and he hasn't.... how to choose?
Bummed there's no way to do both :(
Hmmm. It sounds like you have to go to the swim meet bec. you run the score board and Beest has to do the long haul drive. It also sounds like Hector would like to have you in his corner more so than dad. (just guessing at that) Can you give Beest a crash course in score board management and you do the long haul?
How would asking the spoor what their choice of parent escort would be pan out?
already considered the scoreboard thing. have emails out to see if anyone else who knows how to do it is available (am thinking there must be someone -there are 45 swimmers and our kids have been swimmers for years, it's all pretty much the same once you know how...)
Beest is a firey hockey dad. No-one's going to diss his kid while he's around. That's why he always got to be the one going to Thor's practices when we had kid-hating-coach. But it's still a long drive.
This is how it goes: The trees fall down and you need a new roof and gutters. Then your brakes go - WHOA! - and now there's no hot water.
Still, it's better to be here, having this, than your best day in Afghanistan. Or so my MP buddy tells me.
ugh. seeing as the car isn't going anywhere, maybe you could leave the engine running and heat water on it?
/lemonademoment
:D Or I could just pretend I'm living in post-war London? :D
the brakes have been fixed and I'm getting a new water heater today....it just seems like I've got a target on my back.
Yeah. Sorry.
What a fucking loser. I know those types, and that's just how it is.
How long until the abuse starts? Mark my words.
marked.
[COLOR="DarkRed"]I give it 3 months.[/COLOR] fucking shame.
ok, so I was wrong.
What's going on, jim? Oh I know it's none of my bidness. I just hope everything is OK.
:comfort:
Heard from her neighbor yesterday, who had it from prospective tenants, that her old apartment was not available because she was moving back in ....because the new boy had become abusive.
Oh fudge.
Crap.
I'm sorry that it happened. No one deserves that.
Ugh, I don't know what to say...I would have rather been wrong, for her sake.
Assjacket. You want we should send Guido?
I hope you're OK. I can't even imagine how you're feeling, though. :(
Oh, I'm fine. I Hope she has the sense to get away quickly is all.
She's moving out, at least that's a moderately good sign.
All this about the woman and the bloke, that's your brief ill considered romance lady after the big bust up right? It's not J is it?
RIGHT.... as far as I know jinx isn't dating. If I thought someone was hitting her, I'd be acting very differently.
Yeah, that's what I thought. Still, it's rough. It's incredible how many men think it's ok to hit a woman though, or do worse. Just about every woman I know has been a victim of some kind of physical abuse from a man. OK, maybe not just about every woman, but more than half. That's a lot.
Well..... You women just dont listen!
I can't even imagine hitting a woman. It's just not even feasible
:facepalm:
OK, I'm a total doofus. I misread that whole thing.
So solly.
I didn't want to be real specific on a public board, so it's understandable that you mistook that. Thanks for clarifying, Ali. I will pm you some background if you like, shaw. But, yeah... It would be completely different were it jinx. She is neither crazy nor stupid. She would never get involved with a mook like this guy. I'm sure that she will find a good man that makes me look like an even bigger dickhole by comparison. She makes good decisions. It is maybe her most valuable gift/talent.
You're not a dickhole Jim. Well, not all the time. :rolleyes: (I feel like I've come to the limit of my niceness quota with you today. If I keep it up, people will say we're in love or something equally stupid)
Jim and Ali, sittin inna tree...
etc.
AH HEM.
this horseshit continues.
back in March, the boyfriend called me again. He started out by threatening to bring 50 Pagans and a baseball bat to my house. He was sure 'she' had been seeing me. It took me 2 hours talking to him to get him calmed down to the point where I wasn't worried about him visiting me.... In talking to him, he told me that he had her facebook log in, and was checking up on her. The next morning I had a fb message from H (her) asking me to stop having heart to heart conversations with E because he can be very unstable.. NO! ?really?
.... So I sent a message to her friend telling her that she should erase that message before he saw it, and while i am sorry she's in a pickle with him, it's not my fault... and I'd rather not have anything to do with either of them. A couple days later, another friend of hers calls me, and he and her mom are very worried about her. I commiserate, but can't help her. then nothing new for 3 months...
Now, Monday, I get a call from E again. He wants to let me know that he tested positive for HIV... and he doesn't know if I've been seeing her or not, but just maybe I should get checked. I had NOT been seeing her. But who knows where he got it. maybe he got it from her? in which case, maybe I did too?
Well, I didn't. I got tested Weds, and heard the results today. all clear.
I sent the friend of hers that called me a message asking him to have her call me. I want to know if it's just bullshit... or if he's told her about it if it's true. I really hope it's bullshit. I'd hate to think she has it too. Then I sent E a text letting him know that I'm clean...and asking how H is...and did he tell her. I've heard back from the friend who said he would ask her to call me... but have not heard back from H or E.
I think the most likely thing is that it was a lie, and H does not know anything about it. And not knowing why I want to talk to her, wont' be calling. I guess it doesnt matter... but I'd like to know if this was just this lunatic fucking with me. because if it was.... well... I won't put it in writing.
enough already
jfc.
I wish I had some kind of advice that could increase your chances of decreasing your contact with them. I don't. Sorry.
I once read a comic (Calvin and Hobbes I think... maybe not) and the grumpy character was making everyone else grumpy. The punchline was, nothing improves a grumpy mood like spreading it around. Some people feel the same way about crazy drama. I don't know a good defense against it, not when it is accompanied by threats of a Pagan invasion.
Good luck.
Had a girlfriend years and years ago that pulled that "stunt". i'd bet a dollar that's all that was. he said that shit to try and see if she's still *ahem* pardon me sir, but to see if you're still fuckin' her.
it's b.s. sooner you can get that crazy shithead off your back the better. good luck bro!
RIGHT.... as far as I know jinx isn't dating. If I thought someone was hitting her, I'd be acting very differently.
Not dating???
What about if someone were hitting
on her?
I jest.
Female to male HIV transmission is very rare.
that is all
Holy crap! Delete and block BOTH their numbers. If the shit hits the fan, the "friend" has your #.
Fuck that... no wait don't do that. :3_eyes:
It gets better....
I got a reply from E by text yesterday. turns out there was a mix up! OMG! REALLY??
says 'the hospital' called and told him they gave him the wrong E's results. He's glad I'm ok, but wanted to make sure I didn't say anything to the friend of hers I had contacted about it.
to which I replied, "why do you think I'm stupid?"
so he sends a long text saying that he wasn't lying, and what had happened was that he went to Presbyterian hospital for his test, and then called to get his results, but the girl gave him the wrong...first name E's results. ....because they must keep their records by first name, and that would be an easy mistake to make..... and because they would give someone positive HIV test results over the phone.... and he apparently forgot that he had told me that he had gone in to his doctor to get the results when we spoke on the phone.
STUPID FUCKING JUVENILE ASSHOLE
so, i told him to stop calling me. seriously.
[COLOR="LemonChiffon"]A 1 year bimonthly gift subscription to the Gay and Lesbian Review Magazine is only $22. I happened upon his work address. It might be more convenient for him to receive this fine publication there, so he'll have something to take into the John. seems like money well spent.... and you can pay by money order through the mail!
how nice[/COLOR]
I like the way you think.
[COLOR="LemonChiffon"]A 1 year bimonthly gift subscription to the Gay and Lesbian Review Magazine is only $22. I happened upon his work address. It might be more convenient for him to receive this fine publication there, so he'll have something to take into the John. seems like money well spent.... and you can pay by money order through the mail!
how nice[/COLOR]
Well, don't forget [COLOR="LemonChiffon"]NAMBLA[/COLOR]
That sort of bullshit lying sounds sociopathic. Stay teh #$%& away.
Well, don't forget[COLOR="LemonChiffon"] NAMBLA[/COLOR]
I had the order form for their fine publication printed, foot... but thought... no kid stuff.. i wouldn't support them even in vengeance.
however.....someone got signed up to receive info on timeshares yesterday. this shall be an ongoing campaign. whenever someone asks me for an email address, or phone number.... where I would normally demure... guess what....
I do like the way you think, Jim.
Dude just called and apologized for that stunt, and the previous calls. Apparently he caught H with her NEW new beau.
so NOW he's sorry.
I'll tell you one thing... if this new guy calls me, I'm just going to jump out a window.
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ugg drama! sorry you got some :(
Lurkers? Can't help with that since, I am guilty....if for no other reason than being busy with my schedule.
I WAS going to post how waiting for maintenance people is stressful. Jim, your problems put things back in perspective. ugg
Momma is bumming my stone.
Her brain is like a rapidly deteriorating Swiss cheese. I feel so bad for her as she's in great physical shape but her memory is just that: a memory. She's a human goldfish.
Sorry Bri. That sucks. :(
Sorry Bri. I'm terrified of my future "parent care" responsibilities. Is she going to end up living with you?
Sorry Bri. I'm terrified of my future "parent care" responsibilities. Is she going to end up living with you?
More likely that I'll sort-of move in with them. Like a live-in nurse type deal. That's not too far away, either. Probably by the fall I'll be there to supervise most things. Yikes.
Jeez Bri, I can see the same thing happening with my old man and I think he would make me crazy. Be careful and know when to cry,"No mas!"
I'm sorry too, hon. :comfort:
Sorry ... are there any community/home care supports your mother's pcp can arrange? Any respite for you? You can't do it all. Don't forget to take care of yourself too.
What orthodoc said. Check with your local aging and older adult services to see if they have any respite caregiver program so that you can get some time to yourself.
What was seriously bumming your stone but now you are totally stoked?
After half a dozen malfunctions (misfires, failure to eject, failure to cycle) at last month's silhouette match (I came in 6th) I decided I better replace the springs, firing pin, and extractors in my rifle.
I found a great company that makes better quality springs and I was installing the hammer spring when all of a sudden... sproing! tink! the spring and the hammer strut bridge went flying at the speed of sound into the dark and dusty recesses of my shop.
The shop was about as dirty and disorganized as it's ever been. Three inches of sawdust and wood shavings, buckets and buckets of screws, nails, small parts. Hundreds of offcuts and wood scraps, tools and so on.
The fuckers were gone. It was only a $6.00 spring, but $7.00 shipping and another week wait, plus I am half Scottish. God only knows who carries the Strut bridge.
Color my stone well and truly bummed. My groove properly scorched.
So I started to slowly and methodically clean the shop. First I recognized the sound of the bridge hitting the shop vac. (Perfect pitch--the shop vac has a different tone than the tablesaw base) and almost immediately found the strut bridge.
I didn't hear the spring hit anything which meant that it either landed in the garbage can or into one of the half dozen mounds of sawdust and shavings, or else into the general shavings milieu.
a few hours of sweeping, sifting, and magnet dragging turned up nothing.
Still serioulsy bummed, I had to go to bed.
Next moring I was at it again and after a few hours I picked it up in the shavings with my magnetic sweep.
So now I am totally stoked since I found and installed the spring AND I have a 75% clean shop!
I would love a clean shop. It's funny, I don't see my mess that much, but my boy is using my shop now too, and seeing his mess drives me crazy. I know my mess is just as bad, or worse, even, but for some reason his sets me off.
And he keeps leaving a tangled rope in the middle of the floor. WTF? The rope was a present, because who doesn't love 100 feet of rope? But I don't like having to step over it.
I would love a clean shop. It's funny, I don't see my mess that much, but my boy is using my shop now too, and seeing his mess drives me crazy. I know my mess is just as bad, or worse, even, but for some reason his sets me off.
And he keeps leaving a tangled rope in the middle of the floor. WTF? The rope was a present, because who doesn't love 100 feet of rope? But I don't like having to step over it.
totally feeling your pain.
I have the same trouble with mess from the kids. If the kids leave stuff laying around, I get annoyed and make them pick up, but if I leave stuff laying around, I justify it by telling myself that I'm the one that'll pick it up anyway, so i can do it at my leisure, where as, the kids probably have no intention of cleaning up their shit, so I need to make them do it now. It's true too. At times I've tested this theory by letting their stuff lay around for weeks and they never worry about picking up after themselves till I tell them to do it.
It just proves that as a parent, you make responsible messes. Kids just make mess. ;)
I had the order form for their fine publication printed, foot... but thought... no kid stuff.. i wouldn't support them even in vengeance.
however.....someone got signed up to receive info on timeshares yesterday. this shall be an ongoing campaign. whenever someone asks me for an email address, or phone number.... where I would normally demure... guess what....
I think enough time has passed for me to begin this campaign in earnest.
this inspired an idea or two:
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I think enough time has passed for me to begin this campaign in earnest.
this inspired an idea or two:
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Let's not forget to see how David Thorne has dealt with similar things in the past:
http://www.27bslash6.com/f4s.htmlTook my three month old daughter to the doctor today to see if we could figure out what has been causing her discomfort for the past few weeks.
Likely diagnosis? Lactose intolerance.
Because I'm breast feeding, this means I now get to omit all dairy from my diet.
No cheese. No butter. No ice cream. No cake, pie, or pudding.
NO CHOCOLATE.
No chocolate, guys!
::weep::
Man, that sucks, Chocolat. Sorry to hear about your daughter's condition and your food restrictions. Btw, dark chocolate has no milk. Dark chocolate has plenty flavors nowadays. ;)
For example...[ATTACH]41729[/ATTACH]
Or this loot we got last week...the truffles are gone, btw...[ATTACH]41730[/ATTACH]
That firecracker chocolate is amazing. (But no, I will not call it a party in your mouth!)
That firecracker chocolate is amazing. (But no, I will not call it a party in your mouth!)
Is the location of the party secret? Am I invited?
Is the location of the party secret? Am I invited?
It's allllll about you, foot, isn't it?
Where's the sympathy for choco and her radical, forced-upon-her lactose-freeness?
Oh, no...we just want to know where the party is!
see how you are?
now you're on report.
Is the location of the party secret? Am I invited?
Pahty ovah heah! Pahty ovah heah!! :p:
[COLOR="PaleTurquoise"]Unfortunately my parties at the moment are confined to wearing a sparkly hat and waving a noisemaker all by myself, since I have essentially zero white blood cells - hiding out until my immune system resurrects itself ...[/COLOR]
End of thread hijack - Chocolatl, if you don't mind soy, Silk Nog is delicious. No soy taste. Throw in a little nutmeg and yummm ...
The sympathy is duly appreciated. As I can no longer eat any of the good foods in life, the party is most definitely not here.
No sorrows about milk directly, as I think it's disgusting and have never in my memory had a glass of the stuff or poured it on my cereal or what have you. But boy do I love cheese and ice cream.
I'm pretty sure chocolate makes baby Beans irritated in its own right, regardless of milk content, so that means for now dark chocolate is out, too. I'm going to try dark choc. again in a few weeks, once we've figured out if the dairy was to blame, but I'm in no rush as I'm not really a big fan of cleaning poop out of my kid's hair. (The day after Halloween. Good times.)
Chocolatl maybe Beans is irritated by your user name too. :(
IF there is a spaghetti monster in heaven you will not be reduced to eating carob.
Ortho: I'm so sorry to hear. :sniff: at least you can party here. :)
Chocolat: it is a real bummer not being able to eat cheese and ice cream.
Alright, tonight I was doing my Wikipedia rounds and reading about IQ tests. I've taken a number of them in my life, from grade school through the not too distant past. Over the years the score has always been the same.
Wikipedia tells me that my score is higher than 94% of the general population and that careers associated with my IQ are Physician, Surgeon, Lawyer, & Ph.d.
I know the tests are bullshit and all, but knowing that I graduated HS in the top 98% of my school (~1500 in my class) and Magna cum Laude from college I am left with wonder at why I feel so at a loss to find a meaningful career that allows me to put my intelligence to work.
I suspect if they had an IQ test that measured figuring out what the fuck to do with my life and or how to actually toot my own horn I'd probably be on the far left of the bell curve.
In summary, if I'm supposed to be so smart then why am I so dumb?
Sometimes the most intelligent people have the hardest time finding their niche. That's a huge frustration, but it's not all that uncommon when someone has a lot of ability.
Sorry you're feeling that frustration, foot. :(
There's IQ and there's aptitude. I know that my tested IQ is in the top 2% of the general population; but, my aptitude varies among vocations. I know this from military service which screens for aptitude as civilian career councilors do. Identify all those things you have an aptitude (talent) for and pursue a vocation from among those. If your talents aren't in demand, pursue any honest work and apply your talent to other activities knowing that your honorable means will support a meaningful life in other areas. The job isn't everything. I've seen a lot of people die; but, I've never heard even one dying person say "I wish I had spent more time at work."
Wikipedia tells me that my score is higher than 94% of the general population and that careers associated with my IQ are Physician, Surgeon, Lawyer, & Ph.d.
I know the tests are bullshit and all, but knowing that I graduated HS in the top 98% of my school (~1500 in my class) and Magna cum Laude from college I am left with wonder at why I feel so at a loss to find a meaningful career that allows me to put my intelligence to work.
Those four careers aren't necessarily putting your intelligence to work, they're four jobs that allow you to bluff and bully. ;)
There are plenty of areas where you could put your intelligence to work but they generally don't offer money or security, which kind of dulls the satisfaction.
foot-I'm not as smrt as you but I have found trouble with my 'niche', too. i can't find it.
I used to want to write-but University and Time have ---- well, let's just say the momentum passed. Besides, I could write when I was young and didn't know that I couldn't write-if you know what I mean. The self-conscious bit of growing up and being judged. Cherry, Dana and Clod and UT-they can all write each with different talents of writing style. That's just to name of few of the people on this board who can write well.
Intelligence has nothing to do with success or happiness ( I believe Lisa Simpson has a chart that shows as intelligence goes UP, happiness goes DOWN ) or job satisfaction.
I've known oncologists who HATE their jobs and just wish everyone would go away.
My younger son works as an entertainer-he, in fact, works for a circus. HE LOVES IT. He got a scholarship-went thru school hating every minute and then found that he really loves to perform. Not only that, the 'woman' (I would say 'girl') he is dating turned from bartending to stripping. So now he's a magician who is dating a stripper. I'm so proud.
I guess what all this rambling on is my way of trying to reassure you that it is OK to be where you are right now. My BIL has two master's degrees (one in economics) and he didn't pay his taxes a few years back leaving them 11,000 in debt to the IRS. And HE was a scholarship boy to Oberlin.
SMRT means nothing. Happiness is all. Find what makes you happy. It can be ellusive, but you still must try.
PS - All work is noble.
Unless you're working for the Mob and then it's pretty shameful.
In summary, if I'm supposed to be so smart then why am I so dumb?
As a 5%er, I always thought I'd figure out what to do when I grew up. Well I'm pushing fifty now, I have a great family and crap job. I've had times of great joy and satisfaction but never at work. The process of building my house was very satisfying but I'd never get the same boost doing it for money. So I'm trying to accept that work satisfaction is really some imaginary thing or something for others to achieve. I'll just try to man up and grind it out.
Job / career / vocation / occupation / craft / trade / profession
Role-in-life / calling / goal / mission / dedication / obsession
It seems to me the job/career/etc is just whatever way is chosen
to earn a living, and whatever toys and baubles one wants or needs.
Maybe IQ just plays the role of a "tool" here,
but in the long run the question arises "Is more enough ?"
I believe the role-in-life is where the satisfaction, zeal, enthusiasm,
passion, and most importantly... contentment lie.
Partly, it's a matter of age... earning a living usually comes first in time.
For some, their role in life is in family and/or community,
for others it is in finding worthy missions.
I feel many people look on education as job training.
I don't.
I look at it a way to gain appreciation of so many different aspects of living.
Sometimes this "appreciation" leads to periods of dissatisfaction,
and the need to sort out a way of change... which can be difficult.
Maybe neither IQ nor vocational tests deal sufficiently
with our basic need for goals and contentment.
My generation was raised by people who traded a great deal of time and energy for job security, a solid pension, and a good wage. They were a very dedicated bunch. We willingly put ourselves on the same track, but now we are asked to show the same dedication without competitive wages, a pension, or job security. It is not strange that we seek fulfillment outside the workplace.
I was supposed to be a rocket scientist. 99th percentile this 99th percentile that. You know what? What they were measuring in me was only partly intelligence...what it really boiled down to was that I'm an excellent test taker. Whether that has anything to do with my base intelligence or not, I do not know. I do know that I'm not a rocket scientist.
I feel many people look on education as job training.
I don't.
I look at it a way to gain appreciation of so many different aspects of living.
Sometimes this "appreciation" leads to periods of dissatisfaction,
and the need to sort out a way of change... which can be difficult.
So true, lamp.
I was supposed to be a rocket scientist. ...
How ironic, your username suggests an aptitude for riding rockets before we put people in them.
Can you sue a newspaper for Gross Stupidity?
The obit for my friend has a whole other first name. A woman's name. It is one of those sort of preliminary obits without much information. The official obit usually comes from the funeral home. Indeed, there is no obit for anyone after Nov 17th on the funeral home site. My friend's son apparently called the funeral home and they said it was the paper's doing. So could the paper go online and yank the WRONG obit until they have the right one? Apparently not.
I know the arrangements are made (visitation Thursday Funeral Friday) so why the eff can't they fix the crap?
What are the words to describe their inability to act? Insensitivity? "don't give a fuck-ness"? Stupidity never before known to man? I mean COME ON. Show some freaking respect for these people.
I'm way pissed off right now.
Oh yeah, and there is no paper on Tuesday in that godforsaken town. But no one can get off their ass and go online and fix what should be an embarrassing error for them.
As far as anyone who isn't part of the grapevine (which we are finding out is actually very far-reaching, people call friends who call friends etc) some woman no one has ever heard of died and services are pending.
Grrrrrrrr.
Well, the funeral home posted the correct obit finally. Seeing his face really brings it home. I know my friend (his sister) won't really be hit with the reality of it until the funeral. I know I'm still in shock. He was so healthy except for his asthma he'd dealt with his whole life, and his only vice was occasional beer.
Thanks Griff. They have it right in the paper now. It just seemed so...disrespectful.
Glad they got it right. Finally.
How's that saying go?
"Never ascribe to malice that which is adequately explained by incompetence"
I have that printed out and hung up in my office!!!!!!! Leftover from the days of Jabba the Hutt.
But yeah, I knew it was incompetence. Like my ma says "it's their CRAFT...why are they so bad at it?"
So sorry that happened, Monkey. Sounds like the funeral home might've phoned in the preliminary obit for the newspaper to make such a bad mistake. I worked the obit desk at my local paper after high school graduation, and that's what they sometimes did even with full obits back then. Very risky, especially for something so important to friends and family. :(
Rule one of newspapering is to SPELL THE NAMES CORRECTLY.
Infi, maybe the word you are looking for is incompetence. Or fuckwittery.
Feeling bummed by some misery in my right chest that's kept me from sleeping the past couple nights, made it painful to walk or laugh or pretty much just breathe, and nothing showed on preliminary tests today. I made it through the Annapolis trip on pain meds but can't just keep doing those ... the pain lessened this afternoon and I thought I was on the mend. No such luck, it's back tonight.
I really don't want more tests; I just want this to go away. And while I'm wishing on a star, a little energy would be great, too. Falling asleep while talking to patients in clinic tends to be frowned on. :right:
When you talked about all the things you were going to do during chemo I was wondering if it was over ambitious. I don't have any first hand experience, just listening to those that have gone through it. Don't push too hard, your first priority is to get well.
Don't push too hard, your first priority is to get well.
Such wonderful advice.
As I said, I laid on the couch-----for a year. Please take care of yourself ortho. Please. You won't do anyone any good if you aren't kicking cancer's ass first and foremost. The rest can, and WILL, wait.
You guys are right. At the moment, getting dressed feels over-ambitious. Sitting up in bed ditto. Think I'll fall over sideways and take a nap.
Crazy-ass high winds today and pouring rain sunshowers and now the wind just blew the ridge cap off my house, in pieces. Too windy to go up on the roof and fix it, to rainy to just let it be for now.
Color my stone bummed.
And more snow to come ... bummer, foot. Buckets in the attic until the storm goes by?
Oh, I loved that book, Buckets in the Attic. The story of twin buckets who are kept in the attic their entire childhood, inevitably growing into young adults, with no one to love but each other. Put your bucket to the test.
shit... good luck footfootfoot
we had a very dry summer. a drought really. but the first real rain of the fall came and the next morning there was a wet spot on the floor. directly underneath the wet spot on the ceiling. shitshitshitshit. I just fucking did the roof. anyhow... since then, we've had **plenty** more rain, and no more leaks. I think my roof is like a little wooden boat and the planks had dried and shrunk over the hot dry summer. Now they're.... snugged up to each other, and tight. watertight.
I hope so. I can't find any more water, so.. I'm gonna call it good.
good luck man. Can you get a tarp held down by battens and lines over the ridge? I've had to do that one too.
Oh, I loved that book, Buckets in the Attic. The story of twin buckets who are kept in the attic their entire childhood, inevitably growing into young adults, with no one to love but each other. Put your bucket to the test.
You are tragically under-employed Infi.
Crazy-ass high winds today and pouring rain sunshowers and now the wind just blew the ridge cap off my house, in pieces. Too windy to go up on the roof and fix it, to rainy to just let it be for now.
Color my stone bummed.
Sorry foots!
I'm waiting for the wind to die down so my parents' plane can take off and get here. Apparently it's windy up there.
my car is in need of repair. there's some broken stuff, and there's some deferred maintenance stuff. I just got the final number from the mechanic--$1800. ouch.
he's cutting me a break on a bunch of stuff, but the car will be mechanically sound (again) and suitable for safe driving for another few trips around the world.
now, I have to get to the credit union for the money and get to the mechanic. but, um, no car. I guess it's a good day for a bike ride.
you don't have a debit card to access your money in that credit union?
maybe the mechanic has a runner that could pick you up in your car?
he's giving me a cash discount, so cash. Also, the car's not ready, won't be ready until tomorrow. i've been with this mechanic for years, so paying him a day before the car's ready is not the risk it would be with a different relationship.
I like your "runner' idea. that would definitely shorten / simplify the process. on the other hand, i need the exercise.
It appears that i need to do some maintenance on the left shift key as well. 8sigh*
My distinct memories of Seattle were the hills. The very hilly hills. Maybe I was in Ballard? Maybe it was everywhere.
Oh,wait. This is 2013, all you kids have those titanium electro-shifting 47 speed bikes. I kept thinking 1980s and ten speeds. What a cranky old codger.
GET OFF THE GODDAMN LAWN!
update
i was walking my 21 speed manual shift bike-thing down the steps to the sidewalk when my neighbor was walking up the street. i asked him if he'd like to do a good deed today. he took me to the CU and to the mechanic and back. So no bike ride for me today.
word is that the car will be ready tomorrow. clutch, timing belt, valve cover gasket (serious leak--making a mess of the whole shitterie; likely the source of trouble for the oil saturated timing belt), rear struts. maybe on list 9will check tomorrow) power steering high pressure hose replacement, brakes, front control arm bushings, shift gate alignment adjustment. NOT on list but still needed that I'll do: tune up, brakes, ... we'll see the diagnosis pages.
That's a lot of work for what sounds like a pretty fair price.
[obligatory masturbation joke]
First school now wrist. Are you jinxed?
What happened?
With that out of the way, seriously, what did you do? How is it now? Been to ER/ doc yet?
I'm a Sancho Panza in a quixotic adventure to build a retaining wall, digging moving concrete that sort of thing.
It only really hurts when I put weight on it or roll it, so it might just be sprained. But I don't have a job right now thus no medical insurances so I'm kind of on my own for this. Being poor is a lot like being in the state of nature except that your can't harvest the land for resources
I bet no one would grudge you a few sticks and some deer sinew to make yourself a wrist splint.
I bet no one would grudge you a few sticks and some deer sinew to make yourself a wrist splint.
You know the chances of me actually getting Tora a parcel with sticks and sinew before his wrist heals on its own are slim to nil.
Maybe come up with a better idea.
What are you insinewating?
Nothing!
He's got sinews *right there* he's not even using! Dwellars, splint thyself.
I found an old mummy costume that I'm using a splint
Is a splint like a cross between a spliff and a blunt?
Is a splint like a cross between a spliff and a blunt?
No, they are similar in that they will help you feel better
What are you insinewating?
No, Tora will be insinewaiting.
And when you're done with your splint, you can airplane the splunt.
What's bumming my stone today is that I feel like I'm coming down with the flu. Or possibly the flew, depending upon whom you ask.
Off to bed for me.
Nothing worse F3 sorry, you could see a Dr she is right below you! ;)
Maybe it's pollen, they've started giving pollen counts on the news.
I had a three day thing last week. Not fun. Sleep it off, foot. Drink a lot of water.
Because hydrotherapy is classed as a 'complementary treatment', Carrot's insurance only covers up to 12 sessions across his lifetime.
We reached that limit about 6 weeks ago. I've been in contact with them, emails and phonecalls to try and negotiate more. For many dogs hydrotherapy is a complementary therapy designed to run alongside their medication and other therapies, particularly if they're suffering from arthritis: it provides impact-free exercise.
The thing that is annoying me is that for hip dysplasia dogs like Carrot, the hydrotherapy isn't a complementary therapy. It is the primary treatment for early diagnosed dysplasia. It is what retrains their foot movement and builds muscles. It is the best intervention available for this condition.
Anyways: finally got an answer yesterday. There's nothing can be done because of the way their policies are worded with the underwriter.
On the upside, they have passed my emails and those from my vet to the team that looks at this sort of thing, and hopefully sometime in the fture they may reword to take account of this relatively new (only really been used as a first response for about the last 10-15 years) use of hydro therapy as a primary treatment for dysplasia.
Isn't going to affect me, because my policy wouldn;t be affected, only new policies. But, at least there's a chance this anomaly will be ironed out for others.
Annoying though. It's the only thing they can actually do for him that treats the underlying condition.
And the thing with insurance is...they have a captive customer the moment you have to use them. From the moment I walked into that vet's surgery and said, 'I'm concerned there my be something going on with his back legs', I was effectively tied into this insurer for the rest of Carrot's life.
Ah well. They're probably all following the same script on hydro therapy anyway.
I'm still glad I got insurance mind...the initial xrays, the assessments at the start and intermittently to check progress, all of that's been covered. Likewise the initial intensive phase of twice weekly, then weekly sessions. He's now doing once a fortnight generally, though right now he's back to once a week just for a little while as he is just getting back to where he was at before the groin strain injury knocked him off his stride.
The assessments in particular are not cheap. Not to someone unused to paying healthcare costs for herself anyway :p We are fortunate that we live a half hour drive away from one of the country's leading animal rehabilitation specialists. An assessment costs around £150 - £250, but is a pretty intensive 45mins -1.5 hours depending where you're at in the treatment. Three of those have already been covered by the insurance.
It sounds just like the insurance setup here prior to the ACA - no pre-existing conditions covered. Supplementary insurance in Canada, now they've de-listed so many services, works that way too. Very frustrating because, as you say, it removes the market. Sorry to hear that you're going through all this with Carrot. It's great you're pursuing the fact that it's primary therapy - who knows, maybe they'll change coverage sooner than you think. Especially (being cynical) if it's less expensive than medications.
Certainly less expensive than surgery, the likelihood of which is reduced significantly by early intervention of this kind.
Neil Gaiman, my favorite author, is embarking on his Last US Signing Tour this summer. He is not coming within a 4 hour radius of me. I am bummed.
Send him a picture of the bean. ;)
Poor Carrot. First, we kill all the insurers.
Choc, I've recently been rereading Gaiman's back catalogue. Those I haven't gifted away or left behind, that is. I'm sad he lives in the US now; to me he's such a quintessentially British writer. Still, as Monster points out, living on the other side of the pond does not change where you came from.
I feel your pain though. Thanks goodness JB still has so many ties here. I was worried we might lose him too when he got his place in Palm Springs.
My left eye has been bugging me all week...I thought it was allergies at first, given that mine tend to act up all the time, and we're having typical Midwest weather this week: 70 Monday, 40 the next day.
I noticed this morning that it looks particularly bad...very similar to the way it did when I was diagnosed with MRSA in that eye 3 years ago. My new job has me going in and out of hospitals, so I fear it may have returned. Waiting to hear from my doctor now as to her recommendation.
*fingers crossed*
Hope it's just tree pollen.
Yeah, me too. You'll be in all sorts of shit if its mrsa. :(
Pink eye...fucking pink eye...are you shitting me?!
At least it doesn't appear to be a MRSA reoccurrence...
Gotta go to a chusrch healing event today.
I mean, I agreed to it, so it's my own fault.
Mum just seemed so enthusiastic and pleased it had come about at just the right time to help me.
I know she's having Masses said for me; which I know costs money. Sigh.
So off we go today; something I don't believe in or agree with, which I am only doing to be nice.
And yet here I am bitching about it...
I don't go to churches very often...because the churches sense my evil and try to expel me...
We only stayed about 30 minutes. Mum said it wasn't for her, and Dad was unsettled by it.
It wasn't the way it was described to them at Mass.
Alarm bells rang for me yesterday when it said refreshment breaks would be in the monring and afternoon but to bring your own packed lunch. That didn't mesh with the "just drop in any time" event Mum was describing.
Then when we got there, we had to sign in, and one column was agreeing to be contacted by the Healing Ministries in the future. I put a line through this box. One of the steely-gaze OAPs at the table told me I had to initial the box. "I don't really want to be contacted."
"You have to sign it, otherwise we can't let you in."
Bearing in mind I was there to build bridges for Mum I signed. Hmmmm. Had I been there alone I would have asked to see someone with a brain, it was obviously an option, not a requirement. Joke's on them though, I misspelled my email address and didn't give my postcode.
Anyway it was a proper service, singing and Gospel reading and praying over people.
Mum said it was too evangelical. It wasn't - I mean I know evangelical, the church I went to in Leicester was practically a mission centre; they had someone in the city centre preaching every weekend. I think she meant it was too informal and happy-clappy for her.
Anyway, I was saved.
Saved from having to sit there for too long.
Not sneering - if that's your bag good luck to you.
Me, I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow. Back to the Friends' Meeting House for silent contemplation with the Quakers.
Back to the Friends' Meeting House for silent contemplation with the Quakers.
That's more my speed, too back the Quakers retreated back to Philly from here.
These eye drops are making my eyes crustier than the pink eye was. :yelsick:
Had a disappointing first Mother's Day, yesterday, and to add insult to injury the baby decided to wake up every hour and a half, last night, so I've had about four hours of very broken sleep.
This sounds paltry written down, but I am seriously bummed today. My frown is so big the corners of my mouth are probably dragging on the floor.
I think I have diagnosed the most recent problem with my Land Rover. The M and S lights sometimes come on flashing on the dashboard and the car goes into limp mode (like 4th gear). It happens after I start it and try to back out of the driveway or sometimes leaving a parking space at a shop. Usually I turn off the engine and restart it and it may or may not happen again. It seems to be worse since I began using my AC again and that usually means that the AC drain line is leaking into the Neutral Safety switch on the side of my transmission. The switch is $700 from Land Rover and about $450 from some internet shops. I found a used one on eBay for $140 that comes with a 60 day gaurantee so I bought it. Sometimes the issue is caused by a bad battery or alternator or connection but I had mine tested and it's all fine so on a hunch I will try to replace the switch.
Good luck! I hope that's the problem.
the ECM, electronic control module, is the weak link in Rover's chain, in my experience. all the bad idioms you can think of, they apply to the ECM. all eggs in one basket, single point of failure, Achilles's heel, etc. our windows would work intermittently, independently, also various lights on the dash, including the antilock brake (ABS) light, it was crazy town. The module was expensive and I didn't investigate installing it myself. What a hassle. it's left a bad taste in my mouth for Rover. The older ones still look attractive and maybe the newest ones too, but the 90's -00's .. blech.
Knew Mum was going to blow soon. She was too faux-cheerful.
I think I overheard a minor scrap as to whether I had been into her sherry, which was left on the side in the kitchen. I hadn't actualy, had no desire to (thanks Baclofen) but no point getting into it myself. She'd just bring up all the times I'd stolen drink from them. True, I'd drink anything not nailed down, but I didn't need that right then.
Then she really blew during dinner.
Seems like it was Dad she was mad at not me, so maybe I was wrong about what I think I overheard. Anyway she called up to say I could put anything I wanted on the shopping list for tomorrow. It'll only be veg and a cheap bottle of wine to complete the braised pigs' cheeks I'm doing, but she spoke to me civilly.
But she was really shouting at Dad a bit later.
Using that stupid voice I hate where she shouts and over-enunciates which makes it even harder to understand.
And she was banging around so much after I swore she would break something, or Dad would out, of sheer terror. Every cupboard door slammed, every drawer, every piece of cutlery and crockery slammed home.
No doubt she'll want to be on here soon.
Emailing her friends about how Peter is driving her mad (I'll bet he chose dementia/ Parkinsons/ deafness just to spite her) and how I'm no help, no help at all. Despite offering to prepare the veg for her while I was eating my own dinner and I already felt her simmering and slamming things around.
She terrifies my sometimes with her suppressed anger.
Makes me feel like I hate her other times.
I've said before, I have her terrible temper. I'm scared one day we'll get into one. I have gone too far and upset her, although it's always me who backs down. But my dreams are full of hitting her or going on a full-on verbal attack and realising we can never come back from that.
I love her, she's my Mum.
I was the only one who felt things were so bad it was necessary to move away to escape.
But I was the only one who needed the sanctity of coming home. And she took me in, unwillingly, but I'm here.
And on nights like tonight, when my guts are twisted up and I want to scream and trash my room like a spoilt teen, I feel like this is not sanctuary.
Tomorrow morning when I switch on the light and there is power and I am close enough to work to walk there, and I pee in a spotless toilet, then I will feel safe and warm again. Then I will remember this is home and I don't have to take the long way home because I'm scared of walking through the door. Because despite everything that has only happened rarely here.
I'm sorry Sundae. You have to deal with a lot.
Meh - she has to deal with a lot.
Dad and me.
She just wants a "normal" life and to enjoy her retirement. But Grandad's illness, then Dad's, then Abigail's prgnancy and my official diagnosis have scuppered that.
Can you tell I'm already feeling bad for letting it all out?
I'm sorry, Sundae. It's horrible to live in that atmosphere, even if your mother is frustrated with your father's illness. I can't raise much sympathy for those who get angry about someone else's illness or disability. My mother used to rage and go on about how my father's deafness frustrated her and how hard it was for her. She treated him like he was an idiot. (They are no longer married.)
Most people don't get to have a 'normal' life, whatever that is.
Aliantha's met Mum.
She knows she's not as black as I paint her, I'm sure.
You know when you just have those times when things boil over.
I can hear/ not hear from upstairs that they have not said a word to eachother since dinner.
That will change at bedtime. On a bad night the shouting starts again then.
I'll be sleeping safe in the arms of Prince Baclofen by then. Only staying up to see if I get more than 99p for something I'm selling on eBay...
I wish your mum could find some peace, Sundae. Its such a shame that she allows herself to gets so twisted with her anger. She must feel so trapped. I understand the trap you are in, too.
Frustration of a trapped person is huge and bottling it can really wear a person down. Although a person knows having a rage fit is wrong, he can't control it. But the cup has thrice overflown its limit, so steam sometimes come out in order for the person to stay sane.
:flower:Say what you mean. Mean what you say and perhaps the hardest- Don't be mean when you say it.
Nasty joint pain in fingers, knuckles, and elbows, sharp and lancinating followed by an ache like you just shut the car door on your hand ... ow. OW.
Arimidex does this 'severely' to 1 in 5 women who take it, and 'moderately' to another 1 in 5. I've been hoping to be one of the lucky other 3, but it seems my luck is doing its usual thing. (This is the reason I rarely buy lottery tickets. I'm the Primrose Everdeen of unlucky draws.) On the upside, I have very few hot flashes with Arimidex. I've actually felt chilly, even cold!! since being on it. And the blast furnace only flashes over once or twice a day.
I'll give it another week or two. I can always go back on tamoxifen if it gets too bad, but Arimidex is better at preventing recurrence.
Ouch. And you'd be taking this forever? Or just for a few months/years?
At least ten years. By then they'll probably have decided it has to be forever. :(
Either one is a nasty prospect over ten years. Tamoxifen doesn't work as well and raises my risk of blood clots, cataracts, and retinopathy (uncommon but as I say, I'm the Primrose Everdeen of side effects). Both cause hot flashes and joint pain, although for me the tamoxifen is crazy for hot flashes and the Arimidex looks bad for joint pain.* Arimidex contributes to osteoporosis; tamoxifen doesn't. Both may cause hair thinning/loss (oh, joy! - although that hasn't happened after 6 months of tamoxifen).
If I could reduce my risk of recurrence to a comparable degree using soy, I'd do it and take neither med. There are a couple of studies out of China suggesting that women with high soy intake get no further benefit from tamoxifen, but there are uncontrolled factors like previous diet and soy intake ... it's not clear that those results would translate to North American women.
*eta - 'looks bad' is an understatement - couldn't sleep last night, woke this morning feeling like I've been trampled by a horse. Now my shoulders, back, knees, and feet ache as well. Aleve in prescription doses doesn't touch it. I suspect the decision is being made for me - the question will be whether to continue tamoxifen with its various risks.
On the bright side, in 10 years it will probably be recalled and/or replaced with some kinder gentler substitute.
I hope that will be the case, Bruce.
At the rate they've been coming out with new drugs that do the same thing as several others already on the market, there's a pretty good chance.
I'd assume the odds of any replacement being more compatible with your personal chemistry should be 50%, buts that's just odds. Someone steeped in chemistry might think the odds don't apply to drugs.
Strangely, the joint pain issue is intermittent. It disappeared for several days, then came back for 48 hours a couple days ago. It's very nasty when it's present. Now I'll have to wait and see what sort of pattern it follows and whether it'll be infrequent enough to be worth staying on.
Do joints ease your pain?
Hahaha I have no idea. Maybe I could make an argument for joints to help my joints.
I dropped my Seattle Space Needle ash tray (the one that I put my weed in) and it broke. WAAAAAH!
I dropped my Seattle Space Needle ash tray (the one that I put my weed in) and it broke. WAAAAAH!
Sadface
I dropped my Seattle Space Needle ash tray (the one that I put my weed in) and it broke. WAAAAAH!
By this time, so did most everyone that ever had one. :right:
Can I whine for a minute?
I'm so freaking tired of everything. I don't know to what I should attribute this feeling. Of course, with my diagnosis of major depressive disorder, it seems obvious. But I'm taking the medications.
I'm feeling useless because I'm not working. I'm not dealing with the loss of my mom, not very well, anyway. I can't stand myself. I can't stand being alone all the time (and at the same time I like 'alone' time.) I 'need' but I can't ask. It feels like everything is falling down around me. And just me. Yeah, I KNOW other people have problems. Not one of us is immune., and probably a lot of people feel the way I do. I know it could be so much worse. I know in my heart that I am not alone in these feelings. But I used to have moments of clarity. Moments when I liked myself, felt like I had something to offer.
I realize it's mostly the depression talking. It's only been a little over a week I lost my mom. Do you think spring will bring a renewal of hope?
I'm not suicidal. I want to live. I wouldn't hurt my family like that. But my gawd I wish I saw some sort of light ahead. I always have said that you never know what can happen, from day to day. But day after day goes by and I feel like nothing will ever change. Everything, I mean EVERYTHING, seems like a giant chore.
Well, thanks for listening. Maybe it'll help just talking about it. More likely: I'll kick myself for putting myself out there like this.
Any chance of shaking things up a bit? A road trip to sunnier environs might be an assist.
:grouphug:
You just lost your mom. It's the bleak mid winter. We're in the middle of a recession and you don't have a job. You would be insane not to feel down about it all.
But you know intellectually that things change, and this too will pass eventually. It's hard to see that when there's so much shit right now. But it will get better.
Meanwhile, it sounds trite, but think about the positive things. It's hard to see them, but they are there. Your family. Your nieces.
And this also sounds trite, but are you getting enough exercise? There is a connection between mind and body, and getting moving will make you feel better mentally as well as physically. It's not a guilt thing. Don't feel guilty if you aren't active, just view it as an opportunity. At least one thing you can take control of.
I don't think that's trite, it's all about getting your body chemistry right.
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I love that song!
edit: actually, I love the original version of that song from the first movie.
I put this on the Smart Board for my kids sometimes. Picture an integrated classroom of little kids break dancing.. pretty damn cool.
ShitFuck.
I rolled over a deer the other day, ok two weeks ago, and I just heard from the adjuster. The car is totalled and they'll give me about $2500 for it, and I get to keep it. (I want to since I just put new snows on it to the tune of 750.) I get a new title showing that the car was junked.
I could drive the car around but there is no exhaust and it is as loud as the hammers of hell. Putting a new exhaust on it would only solve part of the problem, the deer ripped out the undercarriage because it was all rusty and would not have passed inspection anyway.
So now I have to find a new car and I've only got $2500 to spend. Even though I have steady work I doubt I could get a bank loan since my monthly nut is about $100 more than I make.
I'm seriously thinking about moving back into my house and just ignoring my wife.
Crap shitfuckpiss and corruption.
balls
Damn deer.
I'm sorry foot.
Sorry about your car Foot.
im, the spring always does come around, and it always renews. You can count on that.
footer, what a treat you have been given! For a while I thought I might have to buy a $2000 car and I studied the Craigslists and how they operate. I found it was great fun. In that price range, most are people who are hopeful they can get any dollar for their absolute piece of shit... but then there are that 5%, people who have a diamond in the rough that they don't know the value of.
My favorite, and I almost pulled the trigger on it, was a Subie with 100K that was only 7 years old and had a bad head gasket. The seller wanted $1000 to get rid of it because they were clearly annoyed at the car. Sounded like it had a bunch of issues all at around the same time, and then this big one.
Well, that's kinda what happens a lot at 7 years in, but sometimes you put in all the fixes and it's good for another 100K. I thought: $1000 for the car, $75 to tow it to my mechanic, $1000 for the repair and it would be worth about $5000. Not bad.
If you could find enough of these, you could make a living at it. But that is pretty rare right there.
Just for laughs I looked at the Hyundai Elantra GT which is a fairly sexy car. I was bummed to see that it is only 4 cyl and 2.0L engine. WTF? do they think I'm only going to be driving downhill?
I don't think they make a 6 anymore and 2.4L is the biggest engine they've got, mostly they are 2.0L
I miss my 2.7L already. The rental car I've got is a 2014 VW Jetta and that is faster than a motherf*cker.
eta: I just checked and that is a 2.0L 4cyl, so who knows?
I've got some figgerin' out to do.
Damn, foot, that really sucks. I'm sorry.
But those 2.0L 4cyl engines can make it up most hills ... test drive that Elantra before you give up on it. And knowing what you do about cars, UT's suggestion is a good one - you could pick up something easily fixable that someone else is ready to junk through ignorance.
I don't think that's trite, it's all about getting your body chemistry right.
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Agreed.
And even if you can't (immediately) change your body chemistry, you can get
your body POSTURE right.
We can't be the alpha dog all of the time. Whatever our personality, most of us experience varying degrees of feeling in charge. Some situations take us down a notch while others build us up.
New research shows that it's possible to control those feelings a bit more, to be able to summon an extra surge of power and sense of well-being when it's needed: for example, during a job interview or for a key presentation to a group of skeptical customers.
"Our research has broad implications for people who suffer from feelings of powerlessness and low self-esteem due to their hierarchical rank or lack of resources," says HBS assistant professor Amy J.C. Cuddy, one of the researchers on the study.
“It’s not about the content of the message, but how you’re communicating it.”
In "Power Posing: Brief Nonverbal Displays Affect Neuroendocrine Levels and Risk Tolerance", Cuddy shows that simply holding one's body in expansive, "high-power" poses for as little as two minutes stimulates higher levels of testosterone (the hormone linked to power and dominance in the animal and human worlds) and lower levels of cortisol (the "stress" hormone that can, over time, cause impaired immune functioning, hypertension, and memory loss).
The result? In addition to causing the desired hormonal shift, the power poses led to increased feelings of power and a greater tolerance for risk.
"We used to think that emotion ended on the face," Cuddy says. "Now there is established research showing that while it's true that facial expressions reflect how you feel, you can also 'fake it until you make it.' In other words, you can smile long enough that it makes you feel happy. This work extends that finding on facial feedback, which is decades old, by focusing on postures and measuring neuroendocrine levels."
Gotta change my hair colour.
I knew I'd have to really, but I did hope I might have dodged the bullet, given I've worked two shifts already.
Nope, was called in for a "chat".
Luckily it was with O, who I think is the gay.
He loves my hair. And I love him.
He is currently using brown tinted dry shampoo to tone down his own bleached blond coiff.
They expected me to change it before my next shift!
Excuse me, I came in to do overtime today and I'm starting at 06.00 tomorrow (more overtime, which is YAY for me) but really?
We agreed I would do what I could before tomorrow morning, but I would sort it by Sunday latest. What I can do tonight is post on the Cellar, maybe watch a bit of TV and sleep.
What I can do by Sunday is....
Well, beg the 'rents to add hair colour to their shopping list.
I have enough to keep Diz and me on our collective feet until the end of the month and that's about it.
Why did I not make back-up plans when I knew I'd be asked to change my hair colour?
Okay, it does turn out that it's a little more stubborn than I expected. I'm piebald at the moment - the back is close to silver, which I think would be acceptable, but the front is still lilac. And like I say, I had an outside chance that because it's a pastel shade it might be winked at.
Oh yes, and did I ever mention I'm stupid with money and wanted to pretend the rest of January didn't exist when I was on my holiday ;)
Awwww.....so what color is acceptable for them? Pink, maybe? Hehe.....
I wish!
Am back to ice-blonde again, although I got the bargain of the year - Superdrug were selling a Light Ash Blonde hair colour for 60p (usual price for hair colour is <£4)
As all I wanted to do was remove the coloured rinse from my hair it was perfect - it's gone back to the colour it was before.
Stone being bummed today because I wanted Dana to come and see
Ghost Stories with me (Cellar link). It's back on in the West End.
There are very good reasons why she can't, completely genuine. So I'm not upset or irritated or any of that.
It just would have been ice-cool. Like my hair.
Well, you look good as ice blonde too. I need to dye my hair again. Should I try being blonde?
Maybe if you had bought a red convertible...
Hey, I don't think I look so bad as a blonde. :-D But first, I need to get a red convertible.
The kids never listen... [SIZE="1"]sigh[/SIZE].
Well, I would readily comply if I won the mega million.
Fed up with passwords not working.
It means I have to change them (which is never as simple as they like to pretend) and then there's far more chance I'll forget them.
In the last two cases I didn't forget them, they just didn't work.
The first was an online store.
I was sent round in an endless loop which had to be referred onto the IT Team, because the Helpdesk couldn't help and the IT Team don't work over the weekends. 48 hours later I am able to start my online shopping. I mean I can't actually pay for it until Friday, but I wanted a chance to check and compare prices and deals. Which on this particular site you have to log in to do.
And the second was a work/ leisure/ benefits website accessible from home, which I know I had the correct password for as I'd written it down (it's useless without two other pieces of information anyway).
Tried to get my password reset by answering the Forgotten Password questions but it wouldn't let me past the answer page.
And there's NO WAY I got the answer to those questions wrong because they're factual information about my family.
I tried going back to the start, but by then I'd tried too many times and am now locked out.
Contact the Administrator.
Hmmmm. Who he? (she?).
No details anywhere I can access without a password it seems.
So I can't do what I had planned, which was check my hours this week, check my annual leave for next year or check what discounts are available on flights/ holidays in order to start thinking about what to do with said annual leave.
So it's not really all that important. It's just frustrating not to be able to do what I want, when I want, when technology is supposed to make everything easier.
Couldn't be arsed to make a new thread called What is making you slightly dizzy and giving you head rushes today?
I think I must have forgotten to take one or more of my performance enhancing meds for the past couple of days. I'm feeling dizzy and head-rushy lately.
Maybe it's the sertraline or buproprion?
It's not a great idea to suddenly discontinue/miss multiple doses of either one.
Well I can't say it started out as an idea, more like garden variety forgetfulness.
Just restart asap but don't double up on doses. Both meds have fairly short (less than 24-hours) half-lives, which explains your symptoms. After 2-3 days you should be on a more even keel.
3F - It's easier to get back on track by shooting a gram of meth for 2 or 3 days, then start your meds. I promise it will fix you up!!
Just go for the Drano, Foot, it's safer.
still no news from the company I interviewed with.
I refrained from checking my email on Friday. On Monday, I lasted until 5 pm. Today, 11 am, and a few times thereafter.
So nervous. I'm (mentally) spending my first (couple) check(s) already, but there will be no delivery until I get a bona fide offer.
aaauuuuugh!
Congrats on the mammoth tusk. There's that.
You had to poke that. Thanks.
Poke. Poke. What is the mammoth tusk?
They found one in Seattle during a construction dig. it was just in the news.
Ugh.
First Minifob is sick for going on two weeks now, during which he spent 2 days with a fever over 103 and then another three days with a lesser fever that nonetheless caused him to have to miss school.
Then on his first day back at school, still with a nasty cough but otherwise "well enough" to manage, I wake up feeling like every muscle is simultaneously detaching from my bones, peak at 102.5, and end up sleeping from 3:30 in the afternoon until the next morning.
And now, Minifobette has woken up with a fever, and Mr. Clod says his lymph nodes are swollen. Christ Almighty, I'm tired of this routine. We need to get our quarantine procedures sorted out better.
Just fucking fuck shitballs bollicking fuck oh fuck it.
I'd like to fold my cards and sit this round out. I need to put on my thinking cap and come up with some sort of plan.
I'll be more specific tomorrow when I am at a real keyboard.
I'm gonna guess that only an ex can make you swear like that. :( Sorry, man.
No, it's worse than the ex. But nearly as frustrating.
I am still having trouble putting the situation into a coherent narrative but the analogy that springs to mind is what happens when you try to plant a bush or tree or other perennial just outside of its range. It will live but not thrive, all the while slowly succumbing to one after another of a relentless steam of opportune pests, diseases, climatic reversals.
Wow sounds like I am living your life too F3. As soon as you think you have breathing room a nice kick in the gut is just around the corner. :greenface
One thing I will share is that our county has fucked up the property taxes around here for the last 6 years. For 3 years they had everyone assessed at 5 x the amount anything was worth. There were disputes and readjustments. We have been paying provisional in some years to get 'caught up' [?] they still owe me money on our house, but this year is special because they want us to pay two years worth on the farm acres in one year :rolleyes:
This too shall pass ... like a kidney stone...:yelsick:
Ah yes, the drip, drip, drip, kick, drip, drip, kick.
I'm still reeling from the most recent kick.
Twat on a brick, my finances are beyond fucked.
Twat on a brick...
I've had that! :D
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I'm so sorry, Foot. I hope things get better.
Is there anyone who didn't have a shite on a bike day today? I'm kinda surprised I'm still plodding on but I am .....many, many tax returns due, though :(
Oh yes indeed, it was a decent day but then a giant turd at the end of it. We just filed our taxes on the 24th, and then on the 25th we received one additional form in the mail that we'd forgotten about. Now we have to file an amended return, and it lowers our refund considerably to boot. Bastards.
Bad day bad night and fuck it all. Just fuck it. I can't even describe what goes on in our academic health system, I'd get fired or lose my licence. There is no free speech when it comes to countries that pour megabucks into willing hands here. Their citizens don't have to play by any rules.
Fucking fuck. Goddamn. I'll just go home and take my chances.
Sounds fucking lousy.
My bummer is that yesterday I dropped my iphone face down on the pavement - it bounced out of my coat pocket whilst i was running for a bus. Shattered like crazy paving.
Bugger. I've had this phone for 4 years.
Bad day bad night and fuck it all. Just fuck it. I can't even describe what goes on in our academic health system, I'd get fired or lose my licence. There is no free speech when it comes to countries that pour megabucks into willing hands here. Their citizens don't have to play by any rules.
Fucking fuck. Goddamn. I'll just go home and take my chances.
Sounds like you need a whistle. :unsure:
Sounds fucking lousy.
My bummer is that yesterday I dropped my iphone face down on the pavement - it bounced out of my coat pocket whilst i was running for a bus. Shattered like crazy paving.
Bugger. I've had this phone for 4 years.
Sadness. Did this myself with a very basic phone back in the day.
Basic phones was all there was though, and I had the money to replace it
That sucks.
Fortunately ,my iphone is still usable. I just have to be very careful with it!
Sounds like you need a whistle. :unsure:
I doubt it's whistle-worthy, but it pisses me off. It's a sellout that doesn't benefit people here, just the governments and institutions that get paid, and those who take training opportunities from our own grads. While the official line is that they don't take funded positions, there are only so many clinical opportunities to go around. It means that our own grads don't get the quality and depth of training that they should. And honestly, I don't buy the line that no positions are taken from US (or Canadian) grads. The numbers don't add up. Anyway ... it's not a whistle-blowing issue, but it could get me fired so I need to shut up about it.
I didn't mean to even talk about it the other day; I was in a lousy mood after being in pain for two months and finally getting pessimistic about the cause. And I'd had a prolonged incredibly frustrating conversation with a fellow resident about the academic health system situation. I needed to vent in a way that wouldn't get me fired ... which I managed, this weekend, having gone trap shooting. YES! So. Much. Fun. Blasting clay discs into smithereens, very therapeutic.
I haven't heard from the people I've been interviewing with.
I'm very discouraged.
Rat fuck, something specific or just a feeling? :(
When it shits, it pours, should be the name of this thread.
A salad spinner of fuck is what my friend calls it.
Between snow days (= no pay) my being sick (= no pay) an unexpected heating oil bill (holy shit how did we use that much fuel and when did the price get that high? -first winter in the tiny house that uses as much oil as my other house that is 3x as big) The deer and car incident, now the new car has lost a cylinder or worse (I'll find out later today) and then rent and all the regular bills arriving all at once has put into stark relief (cliche) just how tenuous and fucked my position is.
Leaving aside the immediate problem, which although dire in many respects is actually not as serious as the long term problem. Even if I were to suddenly pay all my bills this moment and get my car fixed, it would just get the ship above water but wouldnot address the underlying sinking problem, I'd be back in the same spot in a few months.
The job I've got now was really only meant to be temporary as it pays only $15/hr and only about 6 - 61/2 hours a day when school is in session. No other benefits at all. This is about 25% less than my survival amount.
Luckily, I have a small job coming up that may make me a grand or so, but again, it's not much.
Another aspect to the problem, and one that I am addressing, is having a regular schedule where I see my kids. If I had regualr predictable times when I could see them it would be possible to find additional work that I could schedule around them. Their mom seems to be lying a lot to herself and me about what the kids shrink has to say about this. I've grown tired of catching her out and watching her backpedal and equivocate. I now, pretty much assume that when she is talking she is just saying what she wants the truth to be.
So, I'm gearing up for what will probably only be solved with a legal battle, mainly because she isn't straight and would need to be forced by law to do something. Notice I didn't write forced by law to see she is wrong. The whole world could tell her she was wrong and she'd think they were mistaken. (Remember her mom is the church shopper who visited 150 different churches and couldn't find one of them that preached the proper gospel. The apple doesn't fall far...)
So I see this problem as being
1. I want to see the kids at least half time.
2. I need to get a better paying job > This may include returning to school for a masters degree in education or another BS in Science (chem/ bio/ etc)
3. I need to finalize the divorce and resolve ownership of my house. I'd rather not let it go, but at this point I can't afford it on what I'm earning. I'm not sure if I kept it how I'd keep it afloat while I was in school, and for that matter how I'd keep anything afloat while I was in school.
4. School may not actually be an option, and may not actually lead to more job opportunities for me.
5. I'm sure there's a simple solution that I'm just not seeing.
6. The house is not salable in its current condition. Siding needs to go up, interior trim needs to go up, some drywall and painting, repairs to the boiler and heating system, some more wiring, a final inspection to close the permit, and probably something big I'm missing.
7. I need to get my other rotator cuff fixed. It's been 3 years since my other surgery and the right one hurts like fuck all the time. If I can get it done while I'm still teaching, it would be an easy job while I'm doing my year of re-hab/recovery.
I wish I had something to offer. Some helpful advice or something.
Sucks. I feel for you.
So, I'm gearing up for what will probably only be solved with a legal battle, mainly because she isn't straight and would need to be forced by law to do something.
Don't get your hopes up on this one, I've seen this happen before. Courts can't make anyone do anything, they can only punish people. When she continues to jerk you around you can't call 911 and have them send a squad car to make her behave.
No, you have to get your lawyer to contact the court, set a court date which will get postponed at the last minute by her lawyer... several times. Then in four or five months you'll finally get to the judge, you both give your side of the story. Her side complete with the extenuating circumstances that forced the change of plans, and how difficult life is because you're such a tyrant.
Then the judge gives her a stern warning to follow the court rules in the future, at which point she thanks him for his understanding and promises to do what's best for the children. The judge then tells you to stop being such an inflexible tyrant toward the faithful struggling wife you abandoned.
Preposterous scenario? Not unless NY courts are very different from other state courts. Sorry if I'm dashing your hopes, but it's better to be warned of the worst case of what may come.
Sounds fucking lousy.
My bummer is that yesterday I dropped my iphone face down on the pavement - it bounced out of my coat pocket whilst i was running for a bus. Shattered like crazy paving.
Bugger. I've had this phone for 4 years.
That sucks.
Fortunately ,my iphone is still usable. I just have to be very careful with it!
^^^^^ what you say
vvvvv what I see
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Just don't let it embitter you, foot. Let it embiggen you. ;) Remember the story of Betty Botter. :lol:
Because you WILL get through to the other side. It ain't easy, but you will one day get to look back with a sigh of relief. Hang in there.
Ah shit, Foot.
I think I have money trouble (and I do) but it sounds like you're not far above minimum wage and even though I'mg etting no help at present there is a safety net if I take a few more steps further down. And it's just me. Well, no children.
Good luck.
In my worst moments in the last few weeks everything has felt so futile.
I've never been more lonely or more hopeless.
The idea that it might not even be Diz and me against the world is appalling. I've had really good advice, but it's such an uphill struggle; I'm tired of fighting, even though I know I should.
I feel like someone hiding that they are bitten in a zombie film.
Because as long as no-one knows, I'm not really doomed. Force of will alone might make it different this time.
No. Just bloody shoot me, and shoot Diz next.
But when I die I will do so knowing the difference between a ficelle and a petit mange blanc.
That's something after all.
Sundae, sweetheart, don't give up. Take it one day at a time and value whatever comes (like learning the difference between a ficelle and a petit mange blanc, or having a positive encounter with a customer; or like meeting carruthers). There are lots of people whose lives would be diminished if you weren't here. Some of them (us) are in this place and others are closer to you geographically. When I'm down, I find inspiration in your constant interest in new things and desire to travel and learn. Not trying to guilt you; just to say that you don't always know how your life affects others.
Any day that happens is a good day for Sundae and me. ;)
Foot3, I don't know what to say. I don't know what the job market is like in your neck of the woods; what the possibilities are for freelance photography or for other freelance work. Obviously you've looked into that type of thing, so I'm guessing not great. Are there better prospects in a nearby town or city? Near enough that it wouldn't interfere with seeing your kids?
Does your state have a mechanism for getting an 'emergency' teacher's certificate in an area of need for local schools? PA does but that's the only place I know about. It's possible to provide proof of a degree in the subject area needed and basically get a certificate without going back to school.
If a simple solution occurs to me I'll send it along. Meanwhile, hang on ...
Sundae, I echo what orthodoc said: you are loved, and your existence in this world is cherished. You have made it through worse. And you will again.
How is the situation shaping up, if you don't mind talking about it? (For me, hashing out the options is always helpful, even if I really already know what they are.) Have your parents received any feedback from the house viewings? Is it really possible someone else might buy it while continuing to rent your room to you? Have you been able to talk to someone with the Council yet, or do you have to wait until the house is actually sold?
Crap. Carp. Shite. I seem to have developed some lymphedema in my right arm and chest. This throws a monkey wrench in my plan to regain upper body strength, not to mention being able to wear short sleeves.
Lymphedivas, here I come. (
www.lymphedivas.com)
I have a stupid dilemma compared to the life altering problems of others. [BIGV , O, F3, :thepain:] My car needs tires I can buy one every 2 weeks or get all 4 at 22% interest and pay them off in 9 weeks. If I buy them by Saturday I get 10% off for buying 4 [scam ;)]
If you buy 4 at the same time, do they throw in free lifetime tire rotations? Sometimes they will depending on the cost of the tires.
Sundae your post showed after I posted my [crap] you are an asset to anyone who meets you. True story :)
laff @ Sexobon something I had not considered is that a valuable commodity? What if I just rotate them myself? ;)
I have a stupid dilemma compared to the life altering problems of others. [BIGV , O, F3, :thepain:] My car needs tires I can buy one every 2 weeks or get all 4 at 22% interest and pay them off in 9 weeks. If I buy them by Saturday I get 10% off for buying 4 [scam ;)]
Buy one every two weeks and get them put on when you have a full set/axel? 22% seems a little ridiculous! if your potholes are as bad as ours, I'd be tempted to soldier on with the old ones and put the new ones on when the roads are fixed ;)
Just a matter of convenience some places offer, in addition to any discounts they may have at this time, so you'll come back to them for your next set of tires.
Tires are important. I weave all over the road at the moment, trying to preserve my tires and rims as the holes and chasms in the roads open ...
Go for the free lifetime rotations. You'll beat the odds.
Had not thought of potholes Monster hmmmmm well the cost including the mounting is at a 10% discount until the 15th. The biggest problem I have is that these cheap Korean tires I have go flat once a day they hold air all day but go flat when the car sits . I know its the tires fault because I have one Michelin I got used [cannot afford 4 of those] when I hit a [pothole] last fall and it never goes flat. :eyebrow: I hate pumping up my tires after work at midnite ..
No one is here at 0200 EST ... what's wrong with you guys on Pacific Standard Time? It's only 2300 ...
Doesn't matter. I'm used to seeing the night out.
Next time ring me. I was just going crazy with the little kids at that time. lol Could have used a distraction. xx
Nirvana
The tires may just have bad valve stems.
Ortho
The photography industry is effectively dead. No one is willing to pay for content, even in cities like NYC. Besides, all my gear is large format film gear, the digital camera that I would borrow from time to time from my friend is now about ten years out of date.
It's not a career choice nor a career any longer.
I think what I need to do is be willing to just let go of my house, hunker down at the safe house, concentrate on going to school for science, and put all my reserves into my kids for the next few years. With luck, I'll be in a better fiscal place in five years and can rebuild then.
I think it's just a matter of really looking at what's most important to me, then planing from there while being willing to make huge sacrifices since I clearly can't eat my cake and continue to have it, uneaten, on my plate.
It's not always as bad as I write it.
At least not after a few hours sleep. The Cellar only gives you local timeframes, so Sometimes I'm awake from 03.45 and therefore posts at 20.30 are after a day that feels long and weary.
I do have real problems.
Many of them would be solved by huge injections of cash, it's true.
The others I carry in my head and would pursue me anywhere I went.
Irregardless (ha).
No amount of kind words on a screen can mend me.
But they are balm and sincerely appreciated. Thank you.
Some motherfucker drove in to the side of us as we were on the way to the hockey banquet tonight. never mind bumming my stone, I want that bum stoned (and no he wasn't, motherfucker was from Georgia and doesn't know how to drive in the fucking snow fucking cuntarsed shitball
Shit, it seems like you guys have terrible luck when it comes to not-your-fault auto accidents. Here's hoping his insurance company has deep pockets.
That sucks. So many bad drivers out there. It's disheartening.
Paper trail paper trail paper trail!
That sucks. Hope he has insurance.
...motherfucker was from Georgia and doesn't know how to drive...
The snow might've had nothing to do with it.
I've had the misfortune to drive/ride through Georgia a few times, and through Atlanta twice.
I've traveled (literally) all over most of this country (30+ states), and, beyond doubt, the most aggressive, least considerate, non-driving, bastards in this country are from in and around Atlanta, GA.
I have relatives there. They are some of the finest people you could know, but they cannot drive for shit.
That thing where two of you get home after the gym'n'swim thing both feeling a little dozy and one crashes out on the sofa and falls asleep and the other puts the groceries away, folds some washing so that they can hang the wet towels up to dry, feeds the cats, empties the cat litter x2, sits down gets up to let a cat out, sits down gets up to answer the phone, then gets to sit down. Finally.
That.
Sent by thought transference
He was awaiting orders from his commanding officer. :stickpoke
The snow might've had nothing to do with it.
I've had the misfortune to drive/ride through Georgia a few times, and through Atlanta twice.
I've traveled (literally) all over most of this country (30+ states), and, beyond doubt, the most aggressive, least considerate, non-driving, bastards in this country are from in and around Atlanta, GA.
I have relatives there. They are some of the finest people you could know, but they cannot drive for shit.
There was no snow on the road. But there was plenty on the hood that had most likely just did down from his windshield.... But mostly he told me his car couldn't drive on snow when I suggested he pull into the abandoned gas station we were right next to. Now I know the car can go on snow....
Apparently the police report says he has no insurance.
Gaah. That always happens. Sorry, monster.
I should say - in my experience, every time anyone in my family has been hit by a stupid driver, said driver has had no insurance. So our insurance sucked up the costs and then jacked our premiums sky-high. :mad:
Do you have uninsured / underinsured coverage on you policy?
Road trip to Georgia with a brick or two for his windows.
I was told today that, due to an administrative oversight/glitch, I cannot graduate with my MPH in May. I have done all the hours, all the courses, and have a 4.0 GPA - but a 1-credit course was not entered with the Registrar's Office in 2012. I can appeal, and I will, but the Registrar has already taken the position that if it's not in the transcript it didn't happen. WVU had a major scandal several years ago over the daughter of the biggest local contributor to WVU getting a degree without putting in the hours; there's little chance they'll do anything to correct things even though my case is very different.
I'm first in my class, but doing one more credit-hour in the summer semester to add on the hour I already did means I'll be graduating in August in a class of one. And there's no actual graduation.
It could also further fuck up my life if there's any delay in the university getting the transcript and letter of completion promptly to my College; if it misses the deadline I can't write my Boards for another year. The transcript will always look, too, as if I just couldn't finish my degree in the usual time. It was something I valued to know that I DID finish in the usual time.
First-world problems, I realize. And life is hard, then you die. I'm just venting.
Any way you can prove it was their mistake?
It was my department's screw-up in the end - although the School of Public Health, which formed in 2012, has been in constant flux ever since, constantly changing the requirements and courses for the MPH degree. My residency coordinator is hard-working and stays on top of things, but she was bamboozled over time by the ever-changing requirements and backtracking re administrative issues, and she lost track of the 1-credit issue. I think the Dean would be sympathetic, but I'm not optimistic about his influence on the Registrar.
It seems wrong that its not just a simple fix when it seems like a simple oversight.
I wish ... you're right, Ali. There's no 'bad guy' here, it's all explainable with no drama. If only common sense could prevail.
Sounds fucking lousy.
My bummer is that yesterday I dropped my iphone face down on the pavement - it bounced out of my coat pocket whilst i was running for a bus. Shattered like crazy paving.
Bugger. I've had this phone for 4 years.
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$9.95 that's like 2 British pounds, right? or have you adopted the metric money system?
I wish ... you're right, Ali. There's no 'bad guy' here, it's all explainable with no drama. If only common sense could prevail.
This is why god invented lawyers. You did the class, someone else dropped the ball = Not Your Problem.
Seriously, they don't want another lawsuit or scandal. Promise them you will take legal action if they don't fix this asap. Keep your promises.
One time, a departing temp wrote a scathing letter about our department and copied the CEO of our firm. She had a couple points, but mostly lacked any understanding of how how things work. The amazing thing was that my boss, the head of the department, suddenly found herself having to explain everything and was put under intense scrutiny by the CEO. She was jumping through hoops for a couple of weeks.
If you make a big deal about this, make sure you have good documentation that you paid for the course, you have graded coursework showing you took the course, and maybe some sort of report card with a grade. Maybe you can get the residency coordinator to write a letter and the Dean too. Then attach all that documentation to a registered letter and send it to the Registrar and copy the fucking President of the University, demanding credit and a Spring graduation, and giving them a deadline to comply before you lawyer up. Explain in the letter the financial loss you will experience when it appears you didn't graduate on time.
You'll be burning some bridges, but fuck them. You earned this. They burned the bridges by screwing you over with their negligence, it's their problem.
Oh, and play the cancer card. The fact that you earned this while battling cancer makes it a big accomplishment. For some pencil pusher to deny you what you earned is completely unacceptable. Of course you should frame it by saying that they made an "honest mistake" and that because they are an honest organization, they will, of course, fix it.
Valedictorian cancer survivor getting screwed over by a pencil pusher is the kind of story that might even play well in the media.
I'm a coward by nature, but I would totally fight this one.
Fuck YEAH Glatt's inner lawyer kicking ass!
totally WHS^^^
She needs documentation though. Without it, she's got nothing.
Paper trail, paper trail, paper trail.
Absolutely not your problem and there are bad guys here, anybody ducking responsibility and telling you no. Don't accept poor performance, lawyer up.
I talked to the prof for the undocumented course yesterday; he is sending both an email and a snail mail letter to the Registrar confirming that I completed all requirements for his course. He told me the Registrar's Office has repeatedly changed the requirements for degrees over the past two years in the new School of Public Health, most recently yesterday!
The School of Public Health administrator called the Registrar and told him it was an administrative error but that I'd done the work. The Registrar replied 'an error is an error'.
I will see the Dean on Monday. Once I know the Registrar has written documentation that I have completed all requirements, I will write to the President of the University as well as the Dean and say basically what you guys suggested, give them one week, and then file lawsuits. So this week I have to find a really mean lawyer.
I wish I could compartmentalize this. Not doing very well at it.
What will be will be Ortho. You can do what you can to expedite things, but most of it is out of your hands either way. It will work out. Leave it to the universe. xxx
Let's see our tractor died, then our truck died Thursday and Friday the car went out of commission. Anyone got a horse and cart we can borrow? :neutral: I hope they have the car done Mon or I have no way to work, I feel like that Hee Haw song;
"Gloom ,despair and agony on me, deep dark depression extensive misery if it weren't for bad luck we'd have no luck at all" etc.
and our farm has all the physical characteristics of the Okefenokee swamp without the big snakes and gators :eyebrow:
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Bummer. Probably lucky you don't have a horse and cart. It'd be hard to dig a hole big enough for the dead horse without a tractor.
I am having surgery Fri. It is on my nutsack in the same place they operated on in 2004. I spent 2.5 months in the VA Hospital Tomah Wi. after that, I guess that the hidritinits just layed dormant all these years. FUCK!!!
Awww.....good luck, Fargon. I hope it goes well.
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good luck man. I don't know what that thing is.
If you google it, it refers straight back here :lol: it's a form of cellaritis! Good luck with the surgery fargon.
Try Hidradenitis-Suppurativa
I stand by my earlier statement, fargon. I wish you the very best. What I read sounds truly awful. I hope you get as well as you can as fast as you can. Sorry bro.
Sorry, man. Get well soon.
good luck man. I don't know what that thing is.
It's just above the taint, V. If you get to the pecker, you've gone too far.
fargon, that should be in "What's bumming your stones?"
Sorry, fargon. I hope it goes better this time.
Whats bumming my stone?
Life. I am so tired of the struggle. So over it.
haha...my cupcakes make me happy. Unfortunately, I can't spend all day doing that yet. I haven't built up a big enough audience, and I haven't quite got my home kitchen license either, so just waiting for that before I really start marketing myself.
Just kids and stuff. It just goes on and on. The little ones have been sick off and on lately. There's a whole pile of bugs flying around town and all the kids are sharing them at school. Oldest boy crashed his car on good friday, so it's off the road till some cheap parts come up which means he's sharing my car. Second son wants to buy a car, but he's not listening to good advice. Husband is the same as always. Just treading water there.
Maybe my cupcake empire will take off and I'll have some financial freedom. Then I will do what I like with my life instead of having to ask fucking permission.
Yes, but do your cupcakes bring all the boys to your yard?
Whats bumming my stone?
Life. I am so tired of the struggle. So over it.
I hear ya. Compare to your life, I'm sure mine is just a bump, but I'm ready to leave it.
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No, no, no. No leave it. Please.
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Lola, we all have our struggles. It's never a good idea to compare them with others. I have a good idea of how downtrodden you must feel. I know your Mum is pretty hard on your, and i think your sister follows suit a lot, and they expect you to be the one to fill in all the gaps that they don't have time for. You must feel used and totally abused a lot of the time. I don't think I could continue to live in the same house with them to be honest. I would just pack my stuff and go. It's a shame your Mother would probably see you as the bad daughter for doing so, even though you have every right to live your own life. Oh yes, I can just imagine how shitful things are for you a lot of the time. I could not live your life.
There are good things about my life. I just get down sometimes. I have come to the realisation that I'm not getting back what I've put into my marriage, but that will just have to wait.
Maybe I'll just have a holiday fling and get myself some romance. That might solve everything. Only thing is, when do I have time for a holiday? hahaha
Ali: Thanks for all your kind words. That is so nice of you to care, care enough to say something to someone like me, who hardly ever says anything nice or caring to anyone much here. I'm okay, really. If I could, I would move out, like when I was 18. I'm stuck, and I must learn how to deal with my life. I guess I was just whining. My mom isn't so bad these days, and my sister is pitching in more than she has been lately. I just hope after my mom's knee heals, my mom won't start nagging again and my sister would continue to help with the house chores. I'm just tired, very tired. And not sleeping well doesn't help. :(
Anyways, I'm okay. Thanks. :D
care enough to say something to someone like me, who hardly ever says anything nice or caring to anyone much here.
That's nonsense - you often say lovely and caring things to people in here. I think of you as a very gentle and caring person.
Thanks, Dana. I guess since I don't reply much anymore that I feel I've come across as uncaring. When I can, I do try stalk on everyone as much as I can. :lol:
Water emergency. The water treatment plant lost pressure so the bad stuff backflowed into the good stuff. They think they might have it fixed by the weekend.
I am impacted at both work and home. I can flush the toilet, but can't do laundry, wash dishes in the dishwasher, brush my teeth, or shower if there is any chance of getting any water in my eyes or in contact with any mucus membrane or open cut.
Any tap water I use has to be boiled first, so at least coffee is still possible.
I don't think work will be cool with my idea of using bacardi silver to brush my teeth. Claiming that mojito is the newest flavor from Crest probably won't work.
The Dept of Health has shut down all food prep in the area. No takeout. No drive thru. On the upside, the rehab bought subs outside the contamination zone for everybody, patients and staff. I think tomorrow will be pizza. There is a rumor that we will be getting a water Buffalo, but no one has seen it yet. The two medical hospitals have tankers hooked into their mains. The junkies don't get that kind of service. Oh, and all of the coffee makers have been removed. There is panic in the streets.
O. Shit.
Water emergency. The water treatment plant lost pressure so the bad stuff backflowed into the good stuff. They think they might have it fixed by the weekend.
--snip--
Oh, and all of the coffee makers have been removed. There is panic in the streets.
for you wolf:
no water needed.
Not that brand, but I have a bag of them in the kitchen ...
Can't fall back to sleep. :-(
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I hope they resolve your water issue sooner not later. That is an awful hit for little restaurants. Any excuse for the chocolate covered beans though.
Hope you get some sleep Lola.
It's rather sad when I want to talk to someone and realized there's no one I could call. I need to make more friends. :(
The thing is, when friends want to talk to someone they may call you. Perhaps the tradeoff isn't worth it for you.
I want a pizza, but, I'm poor.
A long, long time ago, I came to the US from Britain. And I was pregnant and culture shocked. And I found an internet bulletin board for British Expats.
A few years later a guy in California found it. Weird guy. into photography, cars and horses. Had an animal or two, vehemently anti reproduction, but had a wife who he cherished and loved and who was in everything he said and everything he did. they guy could be a bit of a dick, but his love for her surpassed everything. They went through fibroids and all sorts of horrible things and he documented it all and his love shone through all the while.
The bulletin board turned forum became defunct several years ago, but many of us are still in touch and some are friends on facebook. I put him on "quiet" mode a while back (because he could be a bit of a dick), but learned through our mutual expat friends that his beloved Emily died from cancer this morning. :cry: I never met her, but she seemed so vivacious and someone who is anyone's reason for living should not get cancer and die. No-one should get cancer and die. Stupid fucking disease.
I feel that for my dad, monster. How in the hell is it fair that someone he loved so much, who loved him so much...they sustained each other. How is it fair that he is now without her? He's doing ok, but his pain is evident. I'm proud of him, but that pain is undeniable. I feel it too. Too too much, every single day. I miss my mama and there's nothing I can do to change that.
I'm sorry for your friend's pain. Maybe that you feel it too for him helps in some way. I think that's how we get through it. To recognize that horrible feeling...not easy for anyone, yet we all share it somehow. Because we are left with those who care about us.
Fuck fucking cancer.
Love you, monster.
Fuck cancer, sorry monster.
Fuck cancer.
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I've always found it very odd that we can be so affected/effected (?) by the death of someone we've never really actually met.
And fuck cancer.
I've always found it very odd that we can be so affected/effected (?) by the death of someone we've never really actually met.
And fuck cancer.
(affected)
Yeah. Strange how that happens.
And, yeah: fuck cancer.
If you ain't bummed yet, Ima bum your stone now:
The Bruce Springsteen song
"Born In The U.S.A." is
thirty years old today. And it's original title was "You Died In Vietnam".
Now I feel old. And confused.
Most people never listen to lyrics. It's not a particularly happy song with either title.
Disappointing Jersey didn't adopt it as their state song just because somebody stopped to read them. :haha:
I remember when the Republicans were using it for a while at political rallies, before someone clued them in to the lyrics.
I've been abusing my stomach and it finally protested. Bad stomachache this morning. I tried gagging myself for the darn food or whatever causing the pain to go out but it wouldn't. I had to lie there and endure until it finally came up, which as the coconut water I drank with the sweet roll I ate for breakfast. :( Slept some then more pain because tummy was empty and hungry. Sigh....toast and some warm water. Slept some more until the kids left the bedroom door open and the noise woke me up. Stomach finally settled so I ate more toast and more warm water. I have a sensitive stomach, so I didn't want it to get angry at me anymore. :thepain3: Later I ate some white rice and soy sauce, but I stupidly used the one that's spicy. Yummy but now my stomach is upset with me again. I have a bad headache and tight shoulders but I'm afraid of drinking ibuprofen because my stomach is rather empty and it will definitely protest loudly again. Sigh.....:thepain3:
sounds like you need a nice back rub and some warm ginger ale. i'll be right over
a back rub and warm ginger ale? that does sound nice! :D
Sounds like you should see a doctor, you may be working on an ulcer from stress. :(
Sounds like you should see a doctor, you may be working on an ulcer from stress. :(
I'm looking for one right now. I haven't had a check-up forever and now that I'm getting older, I really should get a thorough check-up. My stomach pain is probably as a result to my mental state these days, I guess, if what you're saying is right. As you know, I haven't been able to sleep well and my lost of appetite affects how I eat too. Thus, the abuse to my stomach -- not eating much or at all.
You need a nice, tall glass of Gravdigr.
It'll set ya right.:yesnod:
Lola, your stomach sounds like the way mine felt for the two weeks prior to my wedding. Even water would give me heartburn.
Should have taken the hint...
[COLOR="Silver"]I've been abusing my stomach and it finally protested. Bad stomachache this morning. I tried gagging myself for the darn food or whatever causing the pain to go out but it wouldn't. I had to lie there and endure until it finally came up, which as the coconut water I drank with the sweet roll I ate for breakfast. :( Slept some then more pain because tummy was empty and hungry. Sigh....toast and some warm water. Slept some more until the kids left the bedroom door open and the noise woke me up. Stomach finally settled so I ate more toast and more warm water. I have a sensitive stomach, so I didn't want it to get angry at me anymore. :thepain3: [/COLOR]Later I ate some white rice and soy sauce, but I stupidly used the one that's spicy. Yummy but now my stomach is upset with me again. [COLOR="Silver"][COLOR="Silver"] I have a bad headache and tight shoulders but I'm afraid of drinking ibuprofen because my stomach is rather empty and it will definitely protest loudly again. Sigh.....:thepain3:[/COLOR][/COLOR]
Like this stuff? It's delicious!
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Sorry for your woes, Lola.
Definitely have a checkup, especially as Bruce says and you admit, life has been stressful recently.
My sadness is far easier to deal with.
I had planned to watch Monty Python's final show at a cinema after failing to get tickets for the live show (although thank goodness, the way things have worked out!).
It's being screened live at cinemas across the UK. But I thought it was on a Saturday.
Nope, Sunday. And it will finish far too late to get a bus back home.
The closest cinema showing it is in Bradford, and even if I had the money for a hotel/ B&B - which I don't - I start work at 07.00 on Monday morning. I have to accept it's just not do-able.
More disappointed than I thought I would be.
It's no real biggie, just would have been great fun to sit and watch it with other fans.
Stupid Pythons.
Why they gotta finish on a Sunday for?
Sundae: A disappointment as such is a real bummer for sure.
At least you know they'll show the farewell tour on TV, forever. Sure it sucks to miss the live show, but at least you'll get to see it eventually... and curse missing it live every time.;)
My co-teachers Dad had a cancer scare last year which the docs thought the got surgically. His lungs filled up with fluid, I mean over two liters full, last week. Chemo and radiation are up next. fuck cancer
aaaauurrrggh. Fucking cancer. :rar:
First, fuck cancer.
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Now, on to what's bumming my stone:
I just watched the final two episodes of 'Breaking Bad'.
:bawling:
From the first episode, right to the last, absolutely the most well-written show I've ever watched. Bar none.
The only finale I've seen that was as good, may have been the final episode of 'NYPD Blue'.
10 out of 10
5 stars
2 thumbs up
1 fantastic show
Now what?
I'm afraid I may be ruined.
Fuck carcinosarcoma. :(
Eek. :(
Fuck it indeed.
Griff ... sorry to hear that. Fuck cancer to the centillionth power.
First, fuck cancer.
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Now, on to what's bumming my stone:
I just watched the final two episodes of 'Breaking Bad'.
:bawling:
From the first episode, right to the last, absolutely the most well-written show I've ever watched. Bar none.
The only finale I've seen that was as good, may have been the final episode of 'NYPD Blue'.
10 out of 10
5 stars
2 thumbs up
1 fantastic show
Now what?
This may ruin your day or it may get you back up and fighting mad: I have not seen ONE episode of Breaking Bad. Not the first nor the last. Don't know how I missed it; guess I was sort of busy for about ?5? years. Sorry, grav.
Glad it wasn't a let down Grav.
I watched maybe the first episode and a half, not my bag. I won't say it wasn't compelling, but I couldn't see watching such ugliness and I have limited tv interest generally.
Same with me, except I lasted about 2 and a half SEASONS before I had to stop.
First, fuck cancer.
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Now, on to what's bumming my stone:
I just watched the final two episodes of 'Breaking Bad'.
:bawling:
From the first episode, right to the last, absolutely the most well-written show I've ever watched. Bar none.
The only finale I've seen that was as good, may have been the final episode of 'NYPD Blue'.
10 out of 10
5 stars
2 thumbs up
1 fantastic show
Now what?
Chicken Butt, that's what.
Bryan Cranston was on one of the news outlet channels for an interview with the current newsbunny.
She expressed the opinion that she wasn't sure Walter White was dead. With an absolutely perfect poker face Cranston replied:
"Well, you never actually saw a bodybag being zipped up did you?"
And the interview ended.
Sorry, grav.
Don't apologize to
me,
you're the one missing out.
;)
Bryan Cranston was on one of the news outlet channels for an interview with the current newsbunny.
She expressed the opinion that she wasn't sure Walter White was dead. With an absolutely perfect poker face Cranston replied:
"Well, you never actually saw a bodybag being zipped up did you?"
And the interview ended.
I saw that.
A bit of a tease but it might be a way to hawk the upcoming series, a prequel of BrBa, called Better Call Saul. It's supposed to chronicle Saul's rise to the strip mall law office and will feature Mike and...well I also know that Michael McKean will be in it.
Walter might get a nod way later in the series, but I wouldn't count on it. Bryan Cranston, though, right Grav? What an awesome series. I'm all about Jesse Pinkman, too. And Walt Jr. And Hank...
Going a bit stir crazy. I had looked into bumming across the country on a bus and was surprised by the cost. And the cost of a train is not much better. I REALLY need to find a job so that I can go do cool stuff.
I wish I could figure out what makes my son tick.
He was diagnosed with Asperger's about 6 months ago...add to that he's ADHD and has some bipolar issues. We currently have a running battle about not eating in the living room...he can get pretty messy and leaves his trash lying around, so we banned him from eating up here.
He'll do okay for a few days, then he does it again. And he gets grounded...he was confined to his bedroom with no electronics all day yesterday. So what did he do this morning? Did it again. How do I know? Because he left the fucking plate up here!
I love him dearly, but he is such a horrible liar...and he always leave a trail of evidence. He likes to have his "me" time in the morning, but I might have to start getting up with him. His carelessness has caused us to have roaches and mice.
Did I mention that I can't wait for him to go back to school? 2 more weeks.
What about a serving/lap tray with sides and a lid that holds all his dishware and utensils? Teach him to use it properly rather than having the ban which he is fighting? It must be pretty important to him if he's gonna risk a lock down for it. Make the setup his and his to take care of.
I would hire footie for the build.
That's not a bad idea. Unfortunately, I took a gander around the house and he's left a trail of destruction today. The Mrs is ready to send him back to day care.
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Have you tried tying him up under the porch?
There's probably nothing for it but to get up with him and supervise the morning meal. Speaking as the mom of two Aspies ...
I tried to upload a photo of my garden this year, but failed. :(
Nevertheless, I am the mother of Aspies in both Kingdoms, and much more ...
I wish I could figure out what makes my son tick.
He was diagnosed with Asperger's about 6 months ago...add to that he's ADHD and has some bipolar issues. We currently have a running battle about not eating in the living room...he can get pretty messy and leaves his trash lying around, so we banned him from eating up here.
He'll do okay for a few days, then he does it again. And he gets grounded...he was confined to his bedroom with no electronics all day yesterday. So what did he do this morning? Did it again. How do I know? Because he left the fucking plate up here!
I love him dearly, but he is such a horrible liar...and he always leave a trail of evidence. He likes to have his "me" time in the morning, but I might have to start getting up with him. His carelessness has caused us to have roaches and mice.
Did I mention that I can't wait for him to go back to school? 2 more weeks.
Has he always eaten in the living room prior to this ban? how old is he? Do the rest of you eat in the living room? If it's a long-learned habit and it's something that everyone else does, it's hard enough for any teen to change, but especially if routine is their comfort zone, which is generally especially true of people with Asperger's.
Perhaps you could take some time to help him develop a cleaning up routine. Maybe feeling the blame and shame for the mice and roach leaves him seeking the comfort of his familiar habit, even though it eventually ends in more trouble. Is he interested in researching things? perhaps you could set him a project to learn how best to avoid the pests, and when he learns on his own about the food waste thing, it will help him feel more comfortable about adjusting his behavior?
He's 11 now, and we try to be careful with the battles we pick. We know it might take him some time to adjust to things and we repeat things...a lot. For example, he used to love playing with his toy cars on the steps. Well, he's a growing boy and we moved him away from playing there. It took a while, and he still does it on occasion, but he's finally gotten away from it.
He has a very hard time understanding why he can't do the things we do...he doesn't understand he's a child sometimes. Other times, he's as helpless as can be..."I can't find my socks!" And they'll be right in front of him.
He's been working with a counselor since just before his diagnosis...she comes over once a week and works with him, mainly in the area of impulse control.
He likes to have "me" time, and I've kept odd hours for years now, so I usually get up later than he does. I've decided to start getting up when my wife does now (7am...I went to bed earlier tonight, but am up for a bit). He is usually up just after she leaves.
I read a book not long ago written by a young man with Asperger's called Finding Kansas...stumbled upon the book by accident, but it gave me some insight into what might be going through his head right now.
We also struggle with his grandparents (The Mrs' dad and stepmom)...they don't believe he is autistic and think we just need to spend more time with him. Or that he's just doing typical 11-year-old stuff. Of course, who doesn't behave for their grandparents and get what they want?
He went over to a friend's house a while ago...I went out to run an errand. When I got back, I discovered his bike was missing...turns out he was riding it. Except he's not supposed to be riding it right now...he broke his arm riding it last week.
:brikwall:
I read a book not long ago...called Finding Kansas...
I watched a movie called "Rolling Kansas"...:blunt:
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So is it Aspergers or Autism?
And many if not most 11-year old boys do do shit like that. They eventually grow out of it. (When they have kids of their own :rolleyes:) It's not unreasonable for the grandparents to want to believe it's something he'll grow out of. It was around round 13/14 with my elder son, younger one is showing signs of improvement at age 12 but we have a way to go.
And who doesn't behave for grandparents to get what they want? Aspy and Autistic kids for a start.
Did you explain to him exactly why he can't ride his bike? What were the ground rules you laid down about that? Did he willfully ignore them or could they have been open to a different interpretation than the one you were intending?
DSM-5 killed off the term "Asperger's"...he is diagnosed as having mild autism, but it is what used to be called Asperger's.
We try to be very clear in his rules. They are posted on a bulletin board in our living room, and when new rules are introduced, we explain them very clearly and give him some leeway in enforcing them initially. He tries to regularly poke holes in the rules though. I personally have difficulty distinguishing whether his autism is in play or if he is just being defiant (which we've seen more of recently) or if he's just being an 11-year old at times.
DSM-5 killed off the term "Asperger's"...he is diagnosed as having mild autism, but it is what used to be called Asperger's.
I'm impressed that you (and/or your doctor) know this. You'd be stunned how many medical professionals don't.
The thing about being on the spectrum, it's never outright defiance. They do what they want because they don't care about the rules, but they never do it just to piss you off because they don't care if you're pissed off.
However, ADHD kids often use deliberate defiance, because the emotional drama it causes is a literal stimulant to their brain, it's a subconscious way of keeping up enough energy to function. Personally I view them as two different subtypes that almost never overlap, but often they are hard to distinguish and kids are given both diagnoses.
And who doesn't behave for grandparents to get what they want? Aspy and Autistic kids for a start.
This. Again, a kid on the spectrum is not going to have the instinct to manipulate to this level. They will certainly try to get away with more if allowed to, but they are not going to be better behaved for the purposes of manipulation--unless your in-laws happen to be skilled at subtle behavioral therapy techniques, which I'm betting they're not.
Obviously I don't know your kid. But everything you're saying says you should be approaching this from an ADHD (or maybe bipolar like you mentioned, I don't know as much about that) treatment perspective, not an autism perspective. And I'm sorry to say it, but it sounds like he does need more supervision, regardless of why he needs it. Have you ever heard of the "Love & Logic" series?
I might have been misunderstood before...I don't think he is manipulating my in-laws or vice versa. They do seem to have fewer issues with him, but they also indulge him. I don't know how you guys were as kids, but I always tended to behave better around my grandparents.
He has a really good counselor, and she was the one that told us about the change in diagnosis. She has two ADHD kids of her own that are now adults. We have been trying to adjust his medications to get the maximum benefit without making him a zombie. He has been on the current ones 2 or 3 months now, and we're thinking he may need a change.
I've heard of Love & Logic...I'll have to look into it more.
I appreciate the input ladies! I needed another perspective(s).
Stevie Ray Vaughan died 24 years ago today.:shred:
:sniff:
:blackr:
My initial estimate on my car repairs is 1200 bucks. They still have to pull the transmission out to find where the oil is coming from. The headlights are stupid: both sides behaved the same way (no DRLs at all, very dim low beams which were useless at night, high beams were fine) yet they said a bulb replacement was needed on one side and the other side has no voltage...so there's more investigation (i.e. labor) to figure that out.
It could hover around 1500, or shoot to...oh I don't know, 3 grand. When I told my friend who said it'd probably be a couple hundred bucks and I replied 'not with my luck, with my luck it'll be a couple grand' I wasn't fucking kidding.
Could one thing go right? One? Can't have a job until my transportation is fixed.
I keep going forward and keep going forward, against all odds, and something in the universe wants to just keep kicking me back down.
Oh well. It'll all work out. It always does. Eventually. For a while.
Shit. I'm sorry. Cars suck.
I'm bummed that I can't make a thread.
I'm bummed that I can't start a thread.
Infi that's awful!
It's the reason I gave up driving. Well, car-ownership at least, I still have a licence.
It's not just the initial cost, or even the day to day, it's the expense when things go wrong.
Same with pets, but a car doesn't come and bite your chin at 02.30 to get some more cat milk... Oh, wait...
Seriously, sorry for your woes darling.
Thanks.
I wish I could give up car ownership. It's impossible here. There's no public transport to speak of and there isn't much within walking distance. Even if I, say, moved into town and got a job somewhere nearby I'd still need to get to my family's places. I know a couple women who don't drive, though. But they have husbands and don't go to see their families often. Being carless would take away my independence...and I'm the absolute worst in asking for help.
It's just bumming me out. Still waiting for the call with the final estimate.
I appreciate that you care. It's really just first world problems but still...
Actually I had intended to say I know things are different here, but brain to finger communication failed.
I've chosen everywhere I've lived because of access to public transport; and that's not censure, it's just something that is possible here.
It's hard and it hurts when I'm so far away from home, but it IS cheaper and it IS accessible and that is the difference.
Yeah, tell me all about first world problems.
My Mum and my Godfather are having Masses said for me. Because I am depressed and alcoholic. I know they mean well, I know I mean a lot to them. But why should I mean more to God than orphaned African children born with AIDs, or people with no access to clean water, or 12 year old addicts in favelas who started out as drug runners and now shoot up to cancel out what they have seen?
Eta - the above is aimed at me and the futility of my existence and not at you.
It's all relative, and I don't for one second think your problem is unimportant. One of the remaining Strawberry Festival Queens has to keep her head above water.
Well, first, I woke up. Then, I continued breathing. And then, I didn't fall over dead.
It's pretty much been downhill from there.
Ah well, it'll all be over with sooner or later...
...just, when?
Well, first, I woke up. Then, I continued breathing. And then, I didn't fall over dead.
Well - it's a start :p
Ah well, it'll all be over with sooner or later...
...just, when?
It ain't over til the fat lady sings. Imma gag that fat bitch just to make sure.
You can take off the gag,
I promise not to sing again.
(but leave me my lips. They shape words even in silence)
Two women at work bum my stone. They feel a need to be snippy to me and the only reason I can see is that I am not pitiful, I am happy most of the time. My solution is to avoid any kind of personal conversation. I don't know how else to deal with a situation where someone has a chip on their shoulder and they are always approaching me to knock it off. :eyebrow:
Eh, Nirvana...some women are just like that at work. We've come a long way, baby. Sometimes. I would want to just smack them, but I wouldn't. Vent here, so you don't do some much needed bitch-slappin'! ;)
I'm carless for the whole weekend. (Not careless, carless.) I've trusted this mechanic for years, though some have bad stories. That's how that world works. "Oh, you should've taken it here, or you should have taken it there." Well thanks. Where were you with your oh so sage advice when I needed to get my car fixed? Whatever. Everybody has all that great "you should have" shit when I already tried to do something. I love being told I did stuff wrong. Makes me feel young again.
They were supposed to call me on Friday to let me know a final estimate. No call. I hadn't the mental energy to overcome my phone aversion and call and ask them. At this point 'no news is bad news.' And I couldn't stop in because, well, no car.
They stopped being open on Saturday years ago. Making too much money I guess. When my friends took me to the store today we drove by and I waved at my car, sitting outside in the lot.
I guess having no transportation and not going where I want, when I want, is a humbling experience for me. But hopefully, with the holiday weekend and all, I'll have a car Tuesday or Wednesday. Meantime, can't go hang with dad, brothers are both on long weekends away, and I'm bummy bum bum.
Have you tried masturbation? (ya might try it on the mechanic, too)
It'll pass the time anyway...
IM - you can probably fix your head lights by going to Auto Zone or O'Reillys and getting help putting in the bulbs. Your headlights me frosted also. They have a kit for that. I have seen ladies in distress at these part stores. The staff and gear heads are always glad to help.
Oil leak? It might be the rear seal. Crawl underneath and look for it. When you find it, wipe it clean and slather the area with Goop. Some guy is likely to do this for you too. These places run diagnostics for free and even loan tools.
The main thing to do is look helpless and let your eyes tear up. Mean will be tripping over each other to help.
I have a sore throat. I'm not sure if it's a cold coming on, or from karaoke on Friday night. I also feel exhausted, but that's because I've had a couple of crazy weeks. this week is a looking fairly quiet so far, so I think that's good.
IM - you can probably fix your head lights by going to Auto Zone or O'Reillys and getting help putting in the bulbs. Your headlights me frosted also. They have a kit for that. I have seen ladies in distress at these part stores. The staff and gear heads are always glad to help.
Oil leak? It might be the rear seal. Crawl underneath and look for it. When you find it, wipe it clean and slather the area with Goop. Some guy is likely to do this for you too. These places run diagnostics for free and even loan tools.
The main thing to do is look helpless and let your eyes tear up. Mean will be tripping over each other to help.
Sarge,
The headlight issue is recurring. The low beams are really really low. Like candles. Not frosted. Apparently it's a thing with Beetles. I did look online for directions on changing bulbs, the first time it happened...and it's not something I'm prepared to attempt. Well, I did start an attempt until I realized when they said it's very difficult 'cause everything is jam-packed in there they meant it.
Same with oil leak. Mark the Mechanic had to degrease the whole damn thing and they had to pull the transmission to find the leak in the engine. This is the other thing I am waiting for news for. Yep, everything is jam-packed in there.
Also, they said I need new brakes and rotors. Might as well get it all done and bite the bullet now. If they don't pronounce it dead. GAWD I'm freaking out.
Someone like glatt would probably have the skills to deal with the headlights (except, did I say before, they say there's no voltage to one side and have to trace that?) but I don't think most people are equipped to pull a transmission out.
It ain't looking good.
Picture is not my car but same make/model/year.
p.s. My own personal make/model/year doesn't net me much of guys tripping over themselves to help me anymore. They used to. And I hated that! Well, sometimes. ;)
p.p.s.
My friends took me to the store the other day so I have everything I need, and though I'd like to go see my dad the rest of the family is out of town, and I don't really need to go anywhere, and a friend already called this morning to see if I needed anything or needed to go anywhere...but it's so weird not just jumping in the car when I want. It's like I've lost an appendage. I've had some sort of car to drive for almost 32 years. I can see why older people can be reluctant to stop driving; it really puts a damper on independence and that isn't a pleasant feeling.
All over a car. A material object. A 'nothing' in the grand scheme. Eh.
Where's my cottage with a garden and a horse that will carry me through the woods to the village where I can sell and purchase wares?
I look at that engine and it just pisses me off. It's pretty typical of modern engines, so it's nothing unusual. But it's not designed to be worked on. You lift the hood and you still can't even see the engine because they put damn covers on top of it. There is no room in there to do anything.
So ya hafta take it to the dealer.
Just like they designed.
:yelsick:
No, I didn't take it to the dealer. I took it to my long-term mechanic. As much as it's gonna cost, a dealer would cost way more.
Unless, of course, he tells me I'm gonna need to take it to the dealer.
Take Me To Your Dealer. Or not. Job hunting and all.
I still don't have a car. It'll be 2 weeks tomorrow. Called earlier and got "they're working on it still, but it's getting closer."
I could have attempted to obtain other transportation if I had any idea it would be this long.
And my packages from UPS were most likely stolen from my front porch. I don't know...never happened before but I have bad feelings about the new chick next door.
And some fake car coverage people keep calling trying to scam me.
I hate the world and most everything in it.
Oh, sorry. I'm supposed to be Suzie Sunshine. Eh.
Not in this thread, missy.
No Suzie Sunshine needed here.
Sorry about your car. Even the mechanics can't work in that engine bay. Grumble, grumble.
Infie,
Why do you hate cars and Jesus? Every time you have car problems the baby Jesus weeps bitter tears. And god kills a kitten.
Enough with the car problems!
Thanks guys. You were to the cheering me up with your sentences of kindness and jocularity.
foot, it ain't that I hate cars or baby jebus, really, it's just that they hate me and I would feel badly if I didn't reciprocate with some small measure of disdain. But I can't hold grudges very well so they keep sneaking back up on me. HAHA, they say, in a Nelsony way.
My fucken airbag light came on last night. Piss.
Mine has been flashing for ages. They said it's just a service reminder, but I have to take my car to the manufacturer for it because other mechanics can't do it or whatever.
It was raining slightly yesterday. I went down my front steps last night, which were slightly wet, and the concrete landing after the bottom step had a very thin layer of black ice covered in a wet slick. My feet immediately shot out from under me, time slowed down, I got out an emphatic "fuck!" just as I landed on the concrete slab right on my ass/tailbone. My reading glasses, which were on top of my head, flew off and got crushed. It knocked the wind out of me, and I felt nothing but pain. I was able to get up, and get in the car to go pick up my daughter.
Since then, I feel fine if I stay in a comfortable position, but if I lift my leg or shift my weight or something, I get a shooting pain in my tailbone.
I walked the mile to the Metro this morning, and I had to walk like an old man because it hurt every step I took.
Why the hell do we even have tail bones? We're humans, dammit.
Tonight is $5 buckets, and the weather guessers are hollering 3-6 inches of snow and ice.:neutral:
So buy two in case you can't get home.;)
It was raining slightly yesterday. I went down my front steps last night, which were slightly wet, and the concrete landing after the bottom step had a very thin layer of black ice covered in a wet slick. My feet immediately shot out from under me, time slowed down, I got out an emphatic "fuck!" just as I landed on the concrete slab right on my ass/tailbone. My reading glasses, which were on top of my head, flew off and got crushed. It knocked the wind out of me, and I felt nothing but pain. I was able to get up, and get in the car to go pick up my daughter.
Since then, I feel fine if I stay in a comfortable position, but if I lift my leg or shift my weight or something, I get a shooting pain in my tailbone.
I walked the mile to the Metro this morning, and I had to walk like an old man because it hurt every step I took.
Why the hell do we even have tail bones? We're humans, dammit.
Be careful with that bro, backs have been wrecked from far less. I've been on a daily yoga/pilates kick since I changed jobs and am only now getting my lower back straightened out from a similar fall.
Tonight is $5 buckets, and the weather guessers are hollering 3-6 inches of snow and ice.:neutral:
The church is near but the road is icy; the bar is far away but I will walk carefully.;)
Damn, Glatt, that sucks, man.
I'm sorry about ur tailbone.
Thanks guys. It's slowly getting better. Used to be a sharp stabbing pain whenever I moved, but now it's more of an occasional dull pain. I'm hopeful it will be fine in a few more days.
It could have been worse.
Could have been me.
Well actually this happened yesterday... I figured my new Canon camera would arrive on Thursday or Friday and was making plans to be home most of the day as it will require a signature. So yesterday I ran an errand at 11AM and came home to find an attempted delivery notice on my door from the postman who normally never comes down my street until 5PM. The notice said the package could be picked up today so I have been patiently waiting to go to the PO when they open. :right:
Jebus, glatt. Glad you're doing better. Don't do that again! I mean, don't fall again...not don't get better again.
It could have been worse.
Could have been me.
:lol2:
Windows update changed my desktop settings. I fucking hate when it does that.
Today would have been my friend John's 45th birthday.
We're having a thing tonight for him.
He liked vodka, so, vodka it is...
i have a crush. A persistent crush. An achy heart kind of crush. I think the crush is mutual. There's only one problem: age difference. Stone is bummed.
If age difference is the only problem then that's not bad. However, like i after e there are some exceptions to that rule. Obviously over 18, and if one is under let's say 24 then a 20 or 30 year age difference might need to be tread gently.
I'd say go for it.
Yes, much over 18. 20 year difference between this person and myself. Person will be leaving at the end of the summer. I would just like to spend some quality time with this person. Make a few memories. Feel something again. Hurt heart in a couple months? I don't care. I would feel alive. But I don't want to subject myself to ridicule, in case I'm reading things wrong. I really don't think I am reading things wrong. It feels like we're both afraid to just come out with it and say hey let's spend some time together. Or this person thinks I am as awesome as they say they think I am but they don't even consider me in that way. I'm out of practice.
... I'm out of practice.
Ask 'em if they like fireworks. If they say "Yes.", get real close and ask "All kinds?".
*files that away for future reference*
There's also the old tried and true, "Let's get a pizza and fuck." f they reject that you just say "What's the matter, you don't like pizza?"
:thumb: @ Futz
As long as it isn't illegal, go for it. They're going away. If you're reading it wrong, no worries, they'll soon be gone as will your hearthurt. And if it turns out to be the thing that was meant to be, you'll find a way to keep it and you'll have great memories. But if you don't try, all you will have in the future is thoughts of "should I have?" to torture yourself with.
Asking them if they'd like to attend some function with you is general enough to be construed as a date or not.
If you get a positive response you can offer to pay for the tickets.
For an enthusiastic response you could add dinner before or after.
If the afternoon/evening goes well then rip off your clothes and say do me. :blush:
If it's a female and her bra and panties match. She had the same idea.
If it's a male and he has a condom that isn't dried out and left a ring in his wallet, he had the same idea.
If it's a female and her bra and panties match. She had the same idea.
OKAY!!!! 'Fess up!
Who let Bruce in one the secret code?
(yeah, it's usually true)
Except...
Where the top or bottom requries special underwear which you don't have in every colour. As in cleavage bra or belly control pants.
But they're parade ring undies, not I'm gonna fuck tonight undies.
They have to match. Because once a man gets to the point of seeing you in your underwear of course he's taking notes :lol:
Go for it.
Of course, it's easy for me to say that.
God, I remember that feeling. I had a painful crush on my friend and colleague for about 2-3 years. Ended up going for it - had a three month fling. Didn't work out so well in the end, but I'm glad we tried. I'd hate to be sitting here now thinking....what if?
Life's too fucking short for what ifs.
You really only ever regret the things you didn't attempt.
If it's a female and her bra and panties match. She had the same idea.
Ayup.
except for farts after curry
...or sharts after gas station burritos.
except for farts after curry
:lol:
Go for it, anon. I did 10 years ago and we're still together. (18 yr diff)
Either way, life really is about the experiences you have. There is no reason to deprive you or him/her of either.
No wai.
Maybe there's hope for me, but since I'm nowhere near as handsome, so maybe I can spring a 9 year difference.
I thought Munchkins were just Munchkins. I didn't expect one to shit all over me.
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loaded munchkins! what will they think of next?
I thought Munchkins were just Munchkins. I didn't expect one to shit all over me.
Um, that wasn't shit, you vixen. ;)
I think I've just been stupid. I don't know what I was thinking. I forgot that a lack of life experience can mean a lack of maturity, and peers create that need to be cool. Oh well. Who needs it anyway.
bah. crushes are more fun in secret anyway ;)
Unless you talk about it 35 years after the fact and they track you down on The Cellar...:D
Anon forgot to use Deborah Kerr's line: "Years from now, when you talk about this, and you will, be kind."
loaded munchkins! what will they think of next?
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Tomorrow, Thursday, July 2nd, at 12 noon, the year in half gone. :eek:
or twice as big as it needs to be
the person and I talked a little bit about stuff and it was nice. It is a shame that it couldn't be more but they are definitely crushing too. While being realistic. It's not the worst feeling. Gives me hope for my future. I am rememberin I have qualities of my very own. It is good. If a little sad.
Window shopping can be more fun than the real thing, and infinitely more sensible. Enjoy what you have, seems like your head is on the right way :)
Window shopping can be more fun than the real thing, and infinitely more sensible.
Oh so true :P
Yesterday I went to visit an old roommate and his wife, about 70 miles down US 1 near Conowingo Dam. Coming back I stopped at the light a mile from here at the five points. When I started across the intersection an Aston cop lights up behind me, so naturally I pull over and shut it off, wondering what his problem was. He walks up to me and says you're dragging your battery.
Sure enough the fucking battery is holding on by just the positive cable, the battery had half worn away, and my truck had been running on the alternator. If he hadn't stopped me I would have made it home, but of course I couldn't start it with no battery so he called a tow truck. We couldn't put it on the truck because I can't get the shift lever out of park without the key on and the my foot on the brake pedal. It's an antitheft feature.
So the cop went to the station and brought back a jump box. With that I got it started, put the top up as it was starting to sprinkle, and drove it home.
But it still cost me $150 just to have the truck show up. Raining this morning so I haven't crawled under there to see what happened. :smack:
Well, that certainly sucks.
Guess what happened? Quality time and I do mean quality. Lots of conversation and other more intimate happenings. A lot of honesty and sincerity and also laughs. What a great night, fireworks was the correct call.
Splendid!
Sent by thought transference
We couldn't put it on the truck because I can't get the shift lever out of park without the key on and the my foot on the brake pedal. It's an antitheft feature.
Couldn't they have sent a truck capable of 'a full suspended lift'?
... What a great night, fireworks was the correct call.
It's all in a day's work for ... Bicycle Repairman.
... so he called a tow truck. We couldn't put it on the truck because I can't get the shift lever out of park without the key on and the my foot on the brake pedal. It's an antitheft feature.
So the cop went to the station and brought back a jump box. With that I got it started, ...
You'd think the tow truck operator would carry a jump box to enable unlocking the shift lever on vehicles like yours.
Or wheel dollies, or jumper cables. Duh.
yay anon!
At one point I actually said 'yay' out loud. :D
Thanks limey and monster.
Couldn't they have sent a truck capable of 'a full suspended lift'?
A what? The cop radios in a tow truck request and the dispatcher calls whoever the town has contracted. They are virtually all
rollbacks these days. My only decision was the cop was NOT going to push me into a parking lot.
You'd think the tow truck operator would carry a jump box to enable unlocking the shift lever on vehicles like yours.
I was hoping the cop would give me a jump but he kind of ignored that suggestion, not confirming or denying having cables, and I couldn't open the bed to get at mine.
The cop chastised (although not seriously) the guy for not having a jumpbox, but I got the impression they are supposed to.
Before they rebuilt the intersection in front of my house there were a lot of accidents. I've seen more than one state cop tear a tow truck driver a new asshole for not having a broom to sweep up broken glass. Evidently it's in the contract to be on the state police call list.
'Full suspended lift'...
It's what the police (UK) request when a vehicle with automatic transmission needs to be removed.
A hydraulic crane on the back of the truck lifts the vehicle bodily on to the flat bed.
Rarely see them here. Being a big country we have room to drag it up the rollback. :haha:
They do have trucks that slide under and lift the front or rear drive wheels, but they're almost exclusively in the cities where towing illegal parkers can be tight.
Out here, if it's a wreck or illegally parked they don't give a shit, just get it to hell out of the way. Otherwise the driver is usually present to unlock everything, and most trucks carry a jumpbox or cables if needed. If necessary he could have dragged it up the tilt bed without appreciable damage.
Getting it off is another matter.
My late friend John's mother has been kicked out of her nursing home, some insurance thing. The grandson (John's son) and I are leaving at 6a.m. tomorrow to make the 250 mile trip to get her home. I have no idea what she's gonna do, or, where she's gonna go.
I feel a strong responsibility to help them both (his mom, and his son) as much as I can, but, I don't what to do, or, what I can do...
They're all each other has.
That's a tough spot to be in but I'm sure you just being there for moral support will be a help to them.
Are there any social services agencies that might be able to offer support of some kind for her? At least maybe they could offer advice on next steps or something.
Surely local services have some kind of mandatory responsiblity for vulnerable elderly people?
battery deal
So what happened with the battery? It just come loose or did corrosion get ya?
My late friend John's mother has been kicked out of her nursing home, some insurance thing.
Damnit. Sorry man.
It came mounted on a crossmember under the rear, but I relocated it to behind the right rear wheelwell so I could add a spare tire carrier from a Trailblazer under there. Didn't like not having a spare.
The bracket I used was a $150 stainless box that slid up and down on rails bolted to the frame. There are at least a thousand SSR guys using that bracket for years, hell, I've been using it for six years. I don't yet know if it broke loose from the frame or the box broke loose from the brackets. I was driving with the top down but I can't hear shit anyway. I'm pondering moving the battery into the bed but that's a major project.
There are at least a thousand SSR guys using that bracket...
In my very short learning safari after your first post about your battery, I learned that that kit is very,
very popular, and is considered almost a mandatory upgrade by most SSR owners.
I was wondering about it's construction and durability. That's a fairly vibration-happy area it's in, too, I would think.
Are there any social services agencies that might be able to offer support of some kind for her? At least maybe they could offer advice on next steps or something.
Surely local services have some kind of mandatory responsiblity for vulnerable elderly people?
Oh, she'll come up with alternatives pretty quick. She has some not-minor-not-major physical limitations, but as far mental ability, and functioning, she's a pretty withit old gal. She is also not without financial comfort. She just has to pick a place 'that's good enough'...
for her.;)
She was only so far away because the place where she was is run by a religious/social organization she's been affiliated with for decades.
Trip delayed a day, btw.
In my very short learning safari after your first post about your battery, I learned that that kit is very, very popular, and is considered almost a mandatory upgrade by most SSR owners.
I was wondering about it's construction and durability. That's a fairly vibration-happy area it's in, too, I would think.
Well constructed, all stainless. I would expect any failure would be the box breaking away from the slide brackets that allows the battery to be lowered for service. However the four stainless screws that attach the mounting bracket to the frame snapped off. I didn't post about it on the SSR sight because I didn't want to start a panic. I did tell the guy I bought it from, and he's freaked as this is the first failure he's heard of. I've met the guy and trust him implicitly, so I'll let him decide how he wants to warn his customers to check theirs. He offered to replace it free, which I feel is way over and above his obligation.
He offered to replace it free, which I feel is way over and above his obligation.
:thumb:
Oh, she'll come up with alternatives pretty quick. She has some not-minor-not-major physical limitations, but as far mental ability, and functioning, she's a pretty withit old gal. She is also not without financial comfort. She just has to pick a place 'that's good enough'...for her.;)
She was only so far away because the place where she was is run by a religious/social organization she's been affiliated with for decades.
Trip delayed a day, btw.
Ahhhh - ok, that's not as bad as I was thinking :) Still - you're a good bloke, Grav, keeping a watch on your friend's mum and son. A good friend.
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False hope is bumming my stone. Horrendous news, days of pain, then an inconclusive test........ I just realized I hung a shitload of hope on this peg without meaning to. All other evidence points to the worst case but I just don't want it to be true. All my experience of inconclusive nuggets is that the rest of the box definitely taste like chicken. My inner child took control for a moment and fucked up my perspective on the reality of bad. So now I'm bummed. Because if I have so little control, I'm not going to make it through the shit that lies ahead.
You'll make it through, it just won't be pleasant. You know how unpleasant depends largely on your perspective, your frame of mind. You know why your bummed now but this news is behind you, try to rally for the long haul. OK?
You know what to do. It's the deciding to do part... Like Bruce said, time to rally.
Seems I was not the only one. It was chicken. But someone else was still convinced it could be something exotic and vegan. And still is, I think, even though the chef brought out the box with the ingredient list.
I had to cancel my credit card today, because somebody (rough language, and racial slurs.) who i'm sure is a kind and gentel soul. Hacked some company that I had done business with, and charged $50.00 on it with more charges pending. This is twice this has happened since last October. I won't say what I would like to say, because it is not politicly correct.
Not to take the title too literally...
Since most of the times anyone goes to a public bathroom is to pee, as a man I have the patriarchal privilege of a nearly exclusive relationship between my home toilet sit and my bum. It didn't always used to be like this, but I've changed, and I was happy with that change. Except that today I woke up just before work, I didn't have the time, and an hour or so later I've become desperate... Long story short, I've cheated. It was protected ofcourse, I used the large paper towels to cover the sit with double layers, I washed my hands 3 times over. But I feel like I crossed a line that I haven't crossed for years, and it's the first time for this particular toilet sit in my apt.
Seems I was not the only one. It was chicken. But someone else was still convinced it could be something exotic and vegan. And still is, I think, even though the chef brought out the box with the ingredient list.
I am so confused. Is this about food poisoning?
A friend of mine's daughter has major red flags. I told her a year ago, she rationalized and brushed it off.
My friend has gone internet-dark for over two weeks now, since just a couple of days after her daughter's second birthday. Normally she is posting photos of her kid every two days on average, and at the very least responding to email. I sent one a week ago; nothing.
I'm basically assuming at this point that her daughter had her two-year checkup at the pediatrician, and my friend got told something she didn't want to hear. But I can't help her if she won't talk to me, dammit (the email I sent was innocuous, basic stupid update about our first day of school.)
Denial: it's better not to have it. :(
Sometimes denial is an essential survival tool. I'm beginning to appreciate it's value for some people. Coping is not a one-size-fits-all
You're right, sometimes dealing with it takes more energy than it's worth.
Sometimes denial is an essential survival tool. I'm beginning to appreciate it's value for some people. Coping is not a one-size-fits-all
This is a realisation I have come to in recent years with regard to religion.
Compartmentalization is a survival tool, denial is compartmentalization gone wrong. In this case denial might be preventing her from getting whatever help she can get her daughter and I am guessing the emotional support and possible advice she might need herself (from Monster). It's getting a downvote from me.
Some people just need killin'. :mad2:
So is that... Us? Has mankind bread so many generations of horses under human care that there is no longer selection for whichever genes used to control and shape the natural growth of healthy hooves?
That has nothing to do with genes. If the horse was running wild the hooves would wear away to keep them from getting over grown. They're the same as finger nails. If a man has a job that's hard on hands, like a stone mason or something, he wouldn't have to trim them.
Even if the horse was used regularly by the owner they would still need care, as most horses that are used, are shod. The shoe prevents a lot of things, but one is wear, so the hoof would grow until the shoe no longer fits and falls off. Then the Farrier trims the hoof back and fits a new shoe.
These horses obviously weren't shod or used, or cared for. Christ, even prisoners get an hour a day in the yard. This is blatant abuse.
That really pisses me off.
Started reading (listening to) "Infinite Jest." Absolutely ADORE it. Even better than everyone said. Then I learned David Foster Wallace died in 2008. Stone officially bummed.
Dads has a urinary infection and a chest infection :(
Mum's asked me to go down so she can make a long-awaited hospital appointment; he can't be left on his own at the moment.
Also, because this came on on Friday, she can't ask anyone else in the family to take time off work at such late notice to help out. And because it's a urinary infection, there is the possibility of accidents and cleaning up after. No-one wants to have to do that for their Dad, but at least he can deal with it better than if it was a family friend male OR female)
So off to Aylesbury tomorrow. I wish it was in better circumstances.
Am worried about him, worried about Mum, worried about the journey and worried about whether they will be able to come up to Otley next Monday, which is all booked and paid for - they certainly wouldn't get a refund on the most expensive part of the trip, which is the train tickets.
Signed, worried of West Yorkshire.
Well, damn, Sundae...Hoping Dad shapes up quickly.
Yeah bummer, but no matter what happens you'll be there to help your Mum, so that's cool.
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On the plus side, you'll get to spend time with your dad with no mum interference, you might get to see your friend with the leg tumor and you get to cook for your parents again..... and you get to be there for yout r mum if the hospital appointment stresses her out
What Monster said:)
I know you're worried, hon. It ain't easy. If they don't end up coming to yours then at least you'll have been down to spend some time with them. Forget about the potential loss of train fare - it isn't the worst thing in the world. Sounds trite I know - especially from and to someone with fuck all - but it's only money.
Antibiotics have kicked in with a vengeance.
Dad much brighter, Mum less worried but very pleased to see me. She told me quietly she thought he was going to die on Friday night (and she's not that easily spooked) because of the rattle in his chest. Apparently it sounded the way Nanny did when she was dying.
He can make it to the toilet with only minor help, and always on time.
Thanks for the mat idea, Trac - I'll suggest it to Mum. That wasn't the kind of accident he was having, but it's a great idea anyway.
And thanks to everyone else for perspective. I'm not as stoic as Mum.
Apparently both the paramedics and the Doctor spoke to Mum privately and said this may be the start of a decline, and it's likely that urinary infections will become more common now. So she's getting all the gear in, including a commode (because she can get it free from the Red Cross, even though he won't need it immediately now this is passing... if I can say that! Ditto a bedsheet and pads.
He's going to be assessed by a falls specialist (ABOUT TIME!) and they will probably add grab rails between bedroom and bathroom. Of course Mum doesn't know I've bought him glow-in-the-dark tape yet, but that will come in handy to outline them.
All is calm, all is bright. Waiting for our Indian takeaway to be delivered! Yummy.
Good to have a moments rest to gather thoughts and make contingency plans. Don't forget to breathe. ;)
I was soooooooo wondering why the thought of a cleaner restroom floor was bumming Traceur's stone, but, I'm caught up now.
:bonk:
I got the accident wrong... Must have been projectile/ing.
I am glad to hear he is getting better Sundae. I am sorry for what he's going through, but ending are rarely pleasant, and overall he seems like he is a pretty lucky father.
I got the accident wrong... Must have been projectile/ing.
I am glad to hear he is getting better Sundae. I am sorry for what he's going through, but ending are rarely pleasant, and overall he seems like he is a pretty lucky father.
it's a transatlantic difference, Trust me, I'm a Dr ......and I freaked a few people out at first when I said my kid had had an accident..... I learned (eventually)
After a lot of bullshit installing a new boiler in my house, which is the same make and model but nothing alike, the oil burner guy came this morning and fired it up. Done at last! Done at last! Thank God Almighty, I'm done at last!
Waiting for him to come back from his truck, I see a drip. Just one drop of water falling from where? The expansion tank tucked up between the joices, has a wet spot where the paint is bubbled, obviously from rust under the paint. I could patch with epoxy, or weld on a patch, but rust under the paint indicates rust from the inside, so the whole tank might be on the verge of catastrophe. But more importantly, it means I'm not done.
Goddamn, inconsiderate, disrespectful people who think the world revolves around them, and nobody matters but them, no one else's time and energy means shit to them because they are the sole reason the universe exists.
If you are one of these people, fuck you, you're what's wrong with the human race.
:bitching:
Why do you think they made it illegal to kill somebody? ;)
If you are one of these people, fuck you
:bitching:
Well fuck you too! :p:
Goddamn, inconsiderate, disrespectful people who think the world revolves around them, and nobody matters but them, no one else's time and energy means shit to them because they are the sole reason the universe exists.
If you are one of these people, fuck you, you're what's wrong with the human race.
:bitching:
That's 99% of the human race giving the rest of us a bad name.
What's bumming my stone is that my locally owned and operated for two or three generations pharmacy has closed its doors. Surprisingly, not because of Rite Aid or CVS. It was mainly because of mail order and the insane nickel and dime charges such as, every time the doc faxes a scrip refill to the pharmacy they get hit with a 2 or 3% fee. I don't know who's got their hand out, but I guess it can'y be a regular fax. Insurance companies take a cut from the pharmacy, the pharmacist rattled off about five different fees they are hit with just to fill your scrip. They even have to pay a couple of cents per pill dispensed as a dispensing fee! They finally said, fuck it, we're not making any money. After all the fees are added up they make very little on the sale.
So, they've closed and now I have to go to the big chain grocery store 12 miles away because the RiteAid around the corner doesn't accept my insurance.
Beautiful day. Nobody to get nekkid with on the river bank.
Stone bummed.
It just seems like I'm always runner-up for any jobs I apply for these days. I'm like the bridesmaid of employment. When I was younger, I swear people threw jobs at me, and in many cases, promotions. Am I just more sucky than ever or is it my middle-aged-ness? Is it just the way things are going right now?
I'm just so discouraged. I'm self-talking to myself...counting my blessings as it were, and I'm OK...but I am so damn discouraged.
I don't really like my day job that much because I'm basically just the main person's bitch. It's not entirely an unpleasant job, but I use none of my talents, I have none of my own responsibilities, and I feel that more often than not I'm swallowing my pride to keep the peace. I do like my other job, except the hours suck. I really like the people I work with here. I was sad about the thought I would probably have to leave if I got the other job, because it would be too much. But the idea of not having to do the daily "work, nap, work, sleep" five days a week was a really refreshing thought.
So I'm torn between 'hey, I'm doing OK. NOt great but OK. I like some things about my jobs. At least I have that' and 'I'm going to die alone with nothing to show for a lifetime of effort.' And it's not lost on me that I'm OK in SPITE of the self-sabotage I've exhibited most of my life...due to a constant struggle with various issues of the mental health kind. Hey, it's who I am. But I'm at this age where it seems like there should be some sort of comfort zone. Some sort of feeling that I've accomplished something, that I have someone to share that with, that it's not all just the same disappointment over and over.
Well, just doing that 'processing in public' thing.
You have all of us to share it with. It's not the same as touchy-sexy-pillowtalk intimacy, I know, but it is something. You've accomplished making a sizable group of people laugh on a consistent basis.
There is no first prize for life. You live. You just live. Try to have some fun.
I luvz you guys. Thanks. :)
Should have went to the river today. Sat in the house all damn day.
I'm a lazy bastidge.:(
No no,
a rugged individualist, you did what you wanted, not what you maybe should have. If you try hard you can probably think of a dozen things that would have made you more productive, but that's not what you wanted, so fuck it.
I'm hoping you buy this so I can use it myself. :blush:
We love you too.
Fargon, you are such a sweet person. If I ever get to meet you I will give you a big hug. In lieu of that, here's a virtual one... :hug:
Should have went to the river today. Sat in the house all damn day.
I'm a lazy bastidge.:(
No no, a rugged individualist, you did what you wanted, not what you maybe should have. If you try hard you can probably think of a dozen things that would have made you more productive, but that's not what you wanted, so fuck it.
I'm hoping you buy this so I can use it myself. :blush:
Yes. You're ok, grav.
I'll take your word for it.
Tired of being scapegoat, and tired of people who screw up acting dumb about it, and covering up that by being a bitch, and letting others assume it's the newer girls fault. Stupid newer girl.
:mecry:
I'm so fucking tired of it all. What they say about city/county workers? It's pretty true.
ALSO! though I "quote" Clodfobble only because it's so similar:
You have all of us to share it with. It's not the same as touchy-sexy-pillowtalk intimacy, I know, but it is something. You've accomplished making friends of a sizable group of people.
I've had a cold for at least a month now.
I have a coldsore and can't find my coldsore lotion, so it's throbbing and hurting.
I'm cold and hungry and feel like I'm failing at life (again!)
I think that covers all the bases.
Daaaayum, refrigerator's have gotten expensive.
:speechls:
Bummers all round anon, Sundae and Grav :(
after breakfast, before work
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turns out I can change a tire in 20 mins, under dry conditions, including time to park and text boss at start and end.
Back and leg pain that won't settle without high dose steroids. Some relief today with the 'roids. Waiting for X-ray report, although it won't show anything useful. I'll give the roids a week or so, and if the pain just comes back it'll be time to see the onco.
I hope it miraculously goes away. Any chance it's stress and not sleeping well?
Don't think so, I've had that for the past 2 years. ;)
I'm putting my money on hope for a miraculous reversal too. It came on right on Christmas Day and has only ebbed a bit twice with steroids. I didn't take them more than a few days, though. Hopefully 7-9 days of roids will settle this.
Hope so. If that doesn't work maybe a few days of drunken debauchery might help. I'm sure 3foot would help you execute that plan, warm and wonderful human being that he is. I'd be happy to send champagne. :blush:
Above a motivational level stress is nobody's friend. Take care of yourself.
What'd you hit V?
Roids are helping so far - have to see what happens when the taper starts tomorrow. Practicing mindfulness and reading some inspiring material. Sounds sappy but it helps me sleep. Xrays show multi-level degenerative changes, motion segment instability - lots of problems that really piss me off. It could all be due to this, and hopefully is. If it persists beyond steroids though, I'll need an MRI to be sure there isn't other stuff going on. Xrays don't show that until late in the game.
If it's there, it's there. Nothing I do in the next week or so will change that, so I'm just enjoying the roid relief (and staying up very late due to roid insomnia). If it's not there, I'll have to figure out an approach to all this degenerative crud. It could interfere with running my new practice; can't have that.
Above a motivational level stress is nobody's friend. Take care of yourself.
What'd you hit V?
I hit nothing. You can see the rim is unscathed. I believe I was hit by a sniper's bullet. Or an asteroid. Or some damn thing. The tire's brand new. Was brand new. I'd just put air in all four the night before. I drive modestly all the way to work. Who knows. I was 90% of the way to work, felt some vibration... whaa??? then I smelled hot rubber. Shiiiiit. Onto the shoulder (just two lanes in this stretch, some guardrail, some serious ditches). I put the hazards on and carefully rolled onward another one or two tenths and found a safe spot to install the spare.
After work, straight to the tire store. I said fuckit and just bought four of the same tire (one level up in their menu of choices, Toyo Ultra 9000). I can't have tires fail. I have no other reasonable options for getting to work, whiny details elsewhere.
No warranty on the old new tire? Seems like a defect unless you hit something you didn't see.
Aren't sidewall blowouts unusual?
There doesn't have to be rim damage to tear up a sidewall from impact, but the radial separation is odd.
Did the tire sit flat on the rim for a while? You could draw a straight line between those arrows
He said he had to drive a short distance on it flat.
I put the hazards on and carefully rolled onward another one or two tenths and found a safe spot to install the spare.
Brake line rusted through today. Fun. Now I know what I'll be doing tomorrow.
And because of the warm weather and rain there isn't much snow at the ski area where I work so I've got a few days off.
Aaaaaand, just opened my paycheck and it looks like I was shorted a day or two. Have to check it out tomorrow.
Chief Thundercloud of the Notsolucky tribe. :facepalm:
Email. I haven't been able to send emails since before noon. I called Verizon when I got home about 5, and after the usual chutes and ladders actually got to talk to someone in less than 10 minutes. I guess I should be thankful for that. Anyway, he told me the problem is on their end, they're aware of it, and would be resolved by 8pm. It wasn't. It ain't. :(
Then he says while I've got you on the line, your bundles are old and we can change them so you get the same thing for less money. I asked if he was Nigerian. He said I'll call you right back. Mmm ok.:rolleyes:
10 minutes later he called back. He told me they would take care of me because I was good guy. I told him I have EXs that would argue that point. I get the same service on phone and TV, but my internet is changing from 25/25 to 75/75. However they have to come out and change the entry box on Monday morning.
All for about $40 a month less.
We'll see.
Hope it works out.
We have phone and internet, and I considered adding TV recently, but they wanted to rent me a box for the TV. They put that in the fine print when they advertise the monthly costs. "Oh, and $15/month for the box." Seems like a rip off if you're going to have the service indefinitely. If it was for two years and then they drop the rental fee once the box is paid off, I might be OK with it, but that's kinda BS.
And it's been pretty much ignored in the mainstream press. (I have seen a couple small articles in the business section.) Over the air broadcast TV, which is what I rely on, may be shut down significantly in the next year. The FCC is holding a bandwidth auction in a couple months and TV stations are being encouraged to give up their bandwidth so it can be auctioned off to other services like cell carriers. So small stations without a lot of viewership will find that the bandwidth they own is worth more than the adverting revenue they get from their programming, and they are likely to just shut down. I'm a little surprised TW hasn't been here to lecture us all on it.
All this is to say that I may be stuck signing up for Verizon's TV package in the future when they take away my broadcast TV.
Verizon charges $3 a month for the set top box, or $10 for a HD set top box. You need one for each TV.
I've essentially given up TV. And I don't miss it all that much. NCIS is the only current show I watch, and it's jumped the shark, so...:neutral:
Verizon charges $3 a month for the set top box, or $10 for a HD set top box. You need one for each TV.
Yeah, this, motherfuckers.
Suuuuuuure, put in the new box, for nothing, sure.
Turns out that new box for nothing reduces the size of the picture displayed on the TV by... A quarter, give or take. New TV, black bars top and bottom, left and right.
Motherfuckers.
THEIR MENU extends into the black bar area, just none of the content. Choosing "stretch" fills the screen, but extrapolates the picture, so, grainier. Their menu now stretches off the bottom of the screen, unseeable. Fucking fuckers.
I've essentially given up TV. And I don't miss it all that much. NCIS is the only current show I watch, and it's jumped the shark, so...
This. Every time one of my parents come to babysit, I have to figure out how to turn on live TV all over again, because we don't do it. Ever.
And I watch every single episode of the Colbert late show, and Tosh.0, and Nathan For You. But I'd rather watch them on my laptop through their respective websites, than deal with the rest of it.
Yeah, this, motherfuckers.
Suuuuuuure, put in the new box, for nothing, sure.
Turns out that new box for nothing reduces the size of the picture displayed on the TV by... A quarter, give or take. New TV, black bars top and bottom, left and right.
Motherfuckers.
THEIR MENU extends into the black bar area, just none of the content. Choosing "stretch" fills the screen, but extrapolates the picture, so, grainier. Their menu now stretches off the bottom of the screen, unseeable. Fucking fuckers.
This is the first I've head of that, do you have Fios from Frontier? When mine was installed years ago, I already had a plastic pipe from the pole into my cellar that had phone and cable run through it, so they pulled the fiber through that an mounted a big metal box in the cellar. It took the dude much of the day. My buddy up the road just got Vios two months ago and the chick installed the white plastic box on the outside of the house. She was done in 45 minutes.
When he told me that I went online and discovered they use about five different boxes across their coverage. He doesn't have a very big TV but I'll have to ask him about the picture. I don't have a big one either, a 40 inch tube and 42 inch plasma. I'll be sure and question it before they touch it.
It's probably how the TV is configured to show standard def
Metallica has me a little bummed today, because they're making me feel old.
"Master of Puppets" was released thirty years ago today.
It hasn't really been thirty years, has it?:(
I had the same feeling when I watched the trailer forthe new Ghostbusters film. It starts by telling us that thirty years ago a team of scientists saved New York
Thirty fucking years? Jesus, I am old.
Thirty fucking years? Jesus, I am old.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
I remember when that came out, huge reaction in the media. I wonder if it was any good? Bad bad music...
I loved the original film. It was so funny. I pretty much fell in love with Bill Murray. It's hard to separate it out now from the huge brand it became, but it was a really well-made and funny film, with a cast of performers who were all right at the top of their game.
Jonathan Goldsmith Ends His Epic Run as Dos Equis' Most Interesting Man In The World
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The Most Interesting Man In The World
The advertisements feature a bearded, debonair gentleman roughly in his 70s, portrayed by actor Jonathan Goldsmith,[5] with Frontline narrator Will Lyman conducting voiceovers. They also feature a montage (mostly in black and white) of daring exploits involving "the most interesting man" when he was younger.
The precise settings are never revealed, but he performs feats such as: freeing an angry bear from a painful-looking bear trap; shooting a pool trick shot before an Indian audience (by shooting the cue ball out of the mouth of a man lying on the pool table); catching a marlin while cavorting in a Hemingway-esque scene with a beautiful young woman; winning an arm-wrestling match in a South American setting; surfing the killer wave; and bench pressing two young East Asian women in a casino setting, each woman being seated in a chair. The voice-overs themselves are intended to be both humorous and outrageous, and include humorous undertones such as his giving his own father "the talk", experiencing an awkward moment just to know how it felt, and finding the Fountain of Youth but not drinking from it "because he wasn't thirsty". Other feats are more centered on his physical abilities and personality. These include his small talk changing foreign policies, parallel-parking a train, and being able to slam a revolving door.
Back in early January I applied for a FT job in a kitchen as a cook. (One of my many talents) The initial interview went well, I got a call back a few weeks later and they asked if I would come in for a day and cook as a sort of paid audition, if you will. Things seemed to go well and they said they'd call in a few days, they needed to figure things out with other employees, yada. yada. A week or twp goes by and I figure I will call as I have other irons in the fire. "Thanks for the call, could you come in again for another try out?"
I do, and again things went well; they seemed very positive and so forth, if a lot disorganized. I also noted that they still had their help wanted sign up, but figured restaurants always need help.
They said they'd call in a few days after they figured stuff out. A couple of weeks goes by and no word, meanwhile I need to make a move one way or another, it's been almost 8 weeks since my initial meeting so I give them a call and ask what's up?
They tell me they had some front end people leave suddenly and they need to find replacements for them so they aren't hiring a cook. WTF? Strung along for weeks and then get that weird answer. I happened to drive by the place today and noticed the hlp wanted sign was down.
Just as well that I'm not working there, but WTF? Annoying.
It seems like you were a pawn in a different game. Sorry man, but maybe lucky not to work there.
We've done that to people before. Back in the day, when we used to hire people, we would sometimes interview people for positions we needed to fill, and we honestly wanted to hire those people, but then some event would happen and that would eliminate the need for that particular position and maybe a different position would be open instead. (For example, hiring an entry level person instead of a person with experience, or vice versa.)
Normally you let the candidates know right away, but if there was some uncertainty about what the situation was, and we needed to keep our options open until that uncertainty became clear again, we would have to stall a little.
I attempted to get the bike out of the driveway yesterday by passing too near my wife's car and over a pile of leaf debris. It didn't work, bike got stuck, then wanted to fall over. Bike is very heavy, so I began screaming for help
Roommate and wife come to the rescue. My car keys are required so that my vehicle and wife's can be moved to free the now pretty much fallen over, and laying on the camper tongue, bike. After frantic searching on the part of wife, keys are found to be in my pocket for some unknown reason.
Meanwhile, a herd of dogs has gotten out the front door and are now milling about smartly while roommate and wife are trying to move cars. Then, for some reason, cars run into one another, further wedging bike against wife's car. The Screaming was due to (1) discomfort (I'm still trying to keep the bike from falling completely over and it weighs 660#), (2) frustration, and (3) because all of us are varying degrees of hard of hearing these days, and I wanted to avoid increasing the frustration level by having to say the same things multiple times.
Finally, cars are moved without running over any dogs, the neighbor, having heard the commotion, arrived to help get the bike back upright while other neighbor is carrying our escape artist dog back to us from down the street (this has become so common that she knows the dog's name).
Summary: No real damage done to any of the vehicles, and I'm an idiot.
I did something stupid, made a lot of noise about it, inconvenienced others, and now I feel shame.
haha...that's a funny story Els. I can just see it in my mind and it's making me smile. haha Thanks.
It's a good illustration how bad choices compound, because we can all relate. :o
And you have helpful neighbors, so that's good.
Els, do you have a hearing aid? My uncle's a musician and he regretted not getting his sooner. He hadn't realized what a huge difference had crept in over the years.
Been trying to get Popdigr to get a hearing aid for years.
He just won't do it. Won't make with the cash. Plus, he thinks it (his hearing problem) only bothers him.
[size=6]I said he thinks it only bothers him.[/size]
I'm doing that to the peeps around me as well...
On the other side, don't assume if he gets aids everything will be hunky dory.
I find the biggest help from wearing them(2), is it makes people aware that I can't hear well and they adjust their behavior.
I just learned that my figure ground hearing problem more likely has its roots in ADD and not hearing loss.
Not sure if this is good or not.
There is an attention aspect to mine but it's certainly not the whole show.
Stupid fucking health insurance. If you're unlucky enough to get really sick really young -too young for early retirement- at least be sick enough not to go to work 8/10 days or just die within six months because otherwise you're even more fucked as apparently part-time long-term sick is not possible therefore did not happen, you were at home the whole time, lying and deceiving......
.....and apparently because you were suddenly at home the whole time, even though you were seen at work and got shit done, you lose your productivity bonus because you did nothing.
I might be just a little bit fucking pissed. I still don't want to talk about it, I just want to rant. Fuckshitgitbastards. They will find they have met their match. ktxbai
part 1:
The gastric bypass is merely a tool...it does not solve your food addiction. It has been a struggle all year to eat, particularly with being on the road most of the year. I have also been dealing with various minor but annoying complications. I do not regret the surgery at all...it saved my life. But there are times when I just wanna punch shit.
As I noted in another thread, I found out yesterday morning that I have an ulcer in my new stomach. This is not the first time, and it's not super serious. But this second time around, it is likely due to my obnoxious consumption of caffeine. Which is stupid because I didn't consume any caffeine at all during the first 8 months or so after surgery. So I'm probably going to be a raging asshole for the next several days...or go into hiding.
I'll be fine...I'm just in a weird place right now...
part 2:
I try to never let work define and/or control who I am...but inevitably it does, at least to a point.
My most recent work is the most productive and rewarding work I have ever done...and I've done some cool stuff over the past 25 years. I met awesome people, saw new places, worked super hard, got great accolades...those moments when they all come together are rare. But it was inevitably going to come to an end, as this was merely for the duration of the election season. And the year after a presidential election is pretty boring, unless you live in NJ, VA or a city like St Louis.
I'm sure there will be various other opportunities that pop up after the first of the year. But I can't seem to rest...I'm already ready for the next challenge. But I must be patient...and grateful, quite frankly. I am fortunate that I CAN rest and get into hobbies or whatever.
It will all come together...I just get so...frustrated...
Time to work on meditation?
Did the docs say it was caffeine?
They told me no caffeine and also put me on a med that coats the stomach...like a thicker version of Pepto, only in capsule form. I'm in the perfect spot right now where I can just ride this out for a few days and just hide in my office or the bedroom and not kill anyone.
Caffeine is a known irritant to new stomachs. You're not supposed to have it at all for 3 months, then in sparing quantities after. I did fine for like 8 months, then started doing the crazy overnight trips to Houston and Denver and such. Then went back on the road doing campaign work.
Time to work on meditation?
Been thinking about that and doing floating. My friend works at a float facility here in KC.
I've always wanted to experience a sensory deprivation chamber. Like in
Altered States. But, maybe without the devolution.
beest's chemo infusion cancelled due to some immunity stat or other (WBC Ok, something else). Stupid insurance company trying not to pay for the drug he needs to fix it so he can get infusion next week.
Insurance companies suck.
Seems like they have a built-in conflict of interest.
indeed. fixed after no small amount of work on our part over a period of two days -had to go to hospital to get it yesterday and today, home injection stuff should arrive tomorrow. should. which is good because the doc wasn't really happy about delaying an extra week. this is kind of vital :(
it arrived in time ....right in the few minutes I was home from the all day water polo tourney grabbing some stuff between games for hungry/thirsty players.... and apparently it needed to be refrigerated immediately upon receipt, so we got lucky by about 6 hours :rolleyes:
....woulda been ok really, probably, b/c it came in a free Styrofoam coolbox and would prob have lasted, but a little warning wouldn't have hurt. -We knew no-one was expected to be in,-beest requested no signature required, but we could have fixed something up
Glad it worked out, despite fuckery from the professionals.
Fuckery.
That's exactly the word for it.
Fuckery.
I think insurance executives denying people life-saving medication should have to do so in person.
That's good Monster, that the meds came in the nick of time.
Fucking fuckery.
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b/c it came in a free Styrofoam coolbox
Ha! Thats how I think of the ones my Xeloda sometimes comes in. "Cool. A
FREE cooler!" :D
I'm sure they can afford that free cooler without denting their bottom line. :rolleyes:
I miss seeing footfootfoot in this monkey house.
Yeah, me too. I lost his email, phone is not in service, hasn't answered my PM.
I wrote him a letter this morning hoping he'll reply. :(
Yeah, I kinda miss ol Footy.
Seems like someone pissed him off, and I remember thinking "He prolly won't be back.".
I hope he comes back.
His ex tries to get dirt on him here...
Got an email from him. :girlband:
just to let y'all know, infusion was able to go ahead today. if I liked cool beer, I'd use that cooler to chill some. Sadly, the chemo beest gets makes him extremely cold sensitive so we'll have to find a more inventive way to used it to flip a bird at big pharma. Is this an appropriate time to joke about storage for severed pumpkin heads?
Just not very happy ATM with the world I live in.:sadpace:
Also, trying the 'new' bar tonight.
Prediction: Ugh.
Let's be careful out there.
"I've decided I will come home in one month."
"That's not how this works, honey."
"What are the steps I need to complete?"
"Well, you'll need to develop a sense of empathy for other people."
"I don't value empathy."
"Yeah, that's the problem."
"But I don't want to change."
"I know."
"But what do I need to do to come home?!"
"Change."
"I don't want to change."
"I know."
"I don't see why I can't do the work from home."
"Because you might kill someone."
"Not anyone important. Some lives matter more than others."
"And that's why they won't let you go home."
"But what are the steps I need to complete so they will let me go home?"
It's fucking endless. And his mom is still like, "Oh, the average stay is 45 days, so let's cross our fingers for that." As if she's fermenting cabbage, instead of trying to convince a schizophrenic to stop being so schizophrenic.
That's reminiscent of the old bit ...
How many psychologists does it take to change a light bulb?
Well, it only takes one psychologist; but, the light bulb has to really want to change.
The light bulbs mom has to want to change as well... speaking of a message I know is waiting on my phone at work.
...instead of trying to convince a schizophrenic to stop being so schizophrenic.
I think I may see part of the prollum right here.
"Have ya tried not being so schizophrenic, Bob?"
"Yes, I've tried."
"Well, try harder."
:eyebrow:
Probably this belongs in "What sucks like a pail of leeches?" but whatevs.
This past weekend a friend and neighbor committed suicide. He had a lot of health issues, chronic pain, a few other contributing factors.
He didn't seem the type, he was so cheerful and outgoing, generous, helpful, funny, smart, etc. etc.
I guess he felt he had enough or had painted himself into a corner.
It was a shocker to everyone. I'm not going to be able to walk over and shoot the shit about meaningless b.s. anymore.
It just pretty much sucks.
That sucks bigtime for you and the others left behind.
He didn't seem the type, he was so cheerful and outgoing, generous, helpful, funny, smart, etc. etc.
That's a common misconception, most people would tag a goth, black wearing, mopey, recluse as a likely candidate, but they are usually not the one except by accident.
It's the ones like you described who put on at least a semi-happy face and shocks the shit out of everyone.
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose, so is death.
Sorry to hear about your friend my friend.
Suicide always seems such a selfish act.
We never know what other people are carrying, or how they carrying it.
Try to remember him for the friend he was, that's about all ya can do.
It works for me. Sometimes.
So sorry, Foots.
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sorry foots :(
My stone is being bummed by beest not being here. Life is so hard emotionally without him. I'm going through the motions, I can do the things, trying to fake it til I make it. but it's all so empty. And life keeps throwing more and more shit at me like if I eventually have enough to deal with I won''t have anything left to mope with and I'll suddenly snap out of it and figure it out. Rather than suddenly snap.
I am getting more sleep since my job ended, but now I'm dreaming and those are scary and upsetting. At the end of my job, we had to take everything in the store -all the fixtures, fittings, electronics, stationery, everything out of our offices etc and put it on public display. Nothing super personal, so not a bit deal (although weird because I'd been in my office for 5 years). Last night I dreamed the team did that with all my personal possessions :(
Right. Adversity is the cure for depression.
Oh I know it isn't, it just feels like the universe is testing it as giving it a go....
No, I really think that. If you have no adversity, I think you're more susceptible to depression. You don't have time to do anything but react. Keeps you out of your past and future.
You're a bad ass. You'll get it done. Might take a minute, but you'll do it
Can’t get home. Storm Dennis has shoved a load of stones into the harbour of my island home and the ferry cannot get out of the harbour mouth.
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These are some extreme measures just to keep Europe out.
Seriously though, that is a bummer.
These are some extreme measures just to keep Europe out.
Seriously though, that is a bummer.
Thanks. If this was England, it could indeed be anti-EU measures, but Scotland is, broadly speaking, pro-EU ....
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Have the given a time table for getting things going again?
No. The council website still claims there are no ferry disruptions.
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That's probably because they're all out there moving rocks and haven't had a chance to update. :rolleyes:
All that rock slid/washed down off the land, not kicked up by waves, right?
...anti-EU...pro-EU ....
I've always thought that was awfully close to
'eeww'. Too close.
All that rock slid/washed down off the land, not kicked up by waves, right?
I was thinking the other way 'round. Having said that, I have no clue.:bonk:
Seems like an enterprising kid with a rowboat could make some money offering passenger service.
Rocks shoved across (left to right) by tide/waves.
Enterprising local people with boats were immediately on it, of course.
Local busybody was right behind them and called the MCA (Maritime and Coastguard Agency) who said "Oi! You can't do that! Regulations forbid it!!!".
Local Council is sending a digger over tomorrow (an annual occurrence, why don't they build a proper breakwater?) and were negotiating with MCA to calm down.
But it's still been too windy to cross, most of the time.
Hope to be home tomorrow.
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Rocks shoved across (left to right) by tide/waves.
Enterprising local people with boats were immediately on it, of course.
Local busybody was right behind them and called the MCA (Maritime and Coastguard Agency) who said "Oi! You can't do that! Regulations forbid it!!!".
I'll bet if that was a road covered up they'd have it cleared damn quick.
Well it is a road, it's the road to the island, it's your only road.
Find out who the official is and move into his living room with all your gear... including instruments. Might as well practice while you wait. :eyebrow:
A digger has been diligently digging out the channel and the wee ferry can now get in and out if the tide is relatively high.
We are home.
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A digr you say?
Good work, it makes me think, if I had pets there I would not be comfortable leaving them...!
Perfect McBoatface name for this piece of equipment.
My bank they just keep on Pissing me off.
Strike 1: They turned me down for a refinance on my truck right after i bought it. All I wanted was to keep all my banking under one roof, and give them some business.
Strike 2: They took out the money for my Dec. shop rent Thanksgiving Day causing me to be overdrawn, they didn't charge me an overdraft because it was their computer glitch that caused the problem in the first place. But I was still broke for the rest of the month.
Strike 3: Today I went with my Little Sister to open an account, and The Runt had all the paper work she had, various letters from Social security, the hospital, and a piece of mail to prove her address. And that condescending little shit at the bank told her she couldn't have an account without a valid picture ID. Even though I told that punk that I would vouch for her, and my credit is excellent there. All that asshole could say was sorry sir in a very shitty way making my sister cry. I even told the turd that he will open her an account, or I will close all of mine. That's when he threatened to call the cops, I raised my voice and scared mr braveheart.
After we left the bank we drove straight to DMV and The Runt got her picture ID without a birth certificate.
So tomorrow she will go back without me she's going with Keryx.
I'll let The Lady Keryxderos deal with condescending boy.
Good work, it makes me think, if I had pets there I would not be comfortable leaving them...!
When you live in a small community like that the neighbors know you're gone, how long you've been gone, how many pets you have, their names, and where you keep their food. Probably the color of your underwear when you left too. :lol:
Even if you don't share your plans, which is difficult, they'll look after your place if you're delayed. The lack of privacy is sometimes exasperating but it's nice to know you home is watched over and the animals are OK.
Fargon, I usually use the MAC machine outside but one time I wanted a bigger sum so inside I asked the teller if she wanted a picture ID, and she said no, I have your picture, pointing at her screen. Surprised the shit out of me.
A digr you say?
Good work, it makes me think, if I had pets there I would not be comfortable leaving them...!
Yes, digr, sorry missed a trick there.
Re: pets. I had planned to be away for about three days and asked a neighbour to mind the moggies. She had to be on duty for a little longer, is all. But she wasn’t going anywhere anyway [snigr].
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My baby sister has vanished. I have called the hospitals, and checked the jail intake list daily for a week. She hurt my friends feelings and pissed off our siblings.
We found her journal and she said that she was thinking about going back to the asshole that she left. Why do women always seem to go back to their abusers? I have cried all I'm going to over her.
I probably wont be helping out anyone else. It's been a week and no one has seen or heard from her.
I'm sorry fargon.
I hope you get word from her soon.
Man, that's a hard job you chose. Big brother is easy, being a good big brother is tough. You can do it though. I'm pulling for you and for her. Sorry for the stress you're all going through.
Awful situation. I’m sorry.
Why do women always seem to go back to their abusers?
Because once they have beaten them down to nothing, the abusers make sure they are the only people around to "pick them up" again. You always remember the nicest bits and forget the shit (otherwise women would never give birth more than once and the human race would be doomed)
I'm sorry, it does suck, and when she does resurface, just love her. You know that.
Keep in mind you didn't fail, she did... at least it looks that way. :(
My next door neighbor had a heart attack ten days ago. I learned about it last Saturday. From the neighbor on the other side of him. She said it was minor but he was still in ICU with no visitors.
It's not his first one and he's had a couple of run ins with prostate cancer too.
I realized this morning that it happened on the anniversary of his wife's death -she died from lung cancer exactly two months after beest died.
I went out to mow the lawn and saw the daughter who now lives with him, she said they were going to see him (I think for the first time because no visitors...) but it didn't look good. All the kids are here.
Neighbor just texted and said she had spoken to Mia, and he is "still unresponsive". I didn't realize he was "unresponsive"
We were never "close friends" but we lived next door for 20 years and went through similar hells at the same time so we formed a sort of bond. I'd mow his lawn sometimes, he'd pay my kid to shovel his snow....
:(
thanks. There's just nothing I can do, I feel a bit of a fraud somehow. I'd like to chat with him again. We just used to shoot the shit, nothing gritty. But he's Bob, next door. I just feel he isn't going to make it. he was kind of done with the whole shit show when Sharon died, just marking time
It's a hard time to be normal..
I found my Dad kinda trapped on his porch by a tight circle of Baptists. Neighbors from years ago good people but the sort that probably still pack a church and won't wear masks. I've got to sort out my work get kids scheduled tell families the guidelines, sort out testing, etc... Nobody is gonna be comfortable. Teaching EI kids with a mask on... profoundly weird and likely to get shut down again with the next wave.
Bob died last night. His kids are sat on the deck laughing and chatting and smoking weed. The neighbor on the other side of them (who is who keeps me updated) texted me a link to his caring bridge page saying she didn't understand what it meant (they used the word transition), so I told her. Which was somewhat weird because I was on my deck and they kids were right between us... It seems they turned the machines off a few days ago after determining no neurological recovery was possible, and he was in palliative care
Bummer. I can't quite tell if you're feeling any antagonism toward the adult kids, but I wouldn't. They're grieving in their own way, and haven't had enough life experience to realize the neighbors might have cared about him, too.
Bummer. I can't quite tell if you're feeling any antagonism toward the adult kids, but I wouldn't. They're grieving in their own way, and haven't had enough life experience to realize the neighbors might have cared about him, too.
Oh no, I'm glad they're relaxing after such a stressful time. Sorry, I was meaning to reassure the world (and myself) I guess :)
The other neighbor asked me to go over with her to pass on condolences, so we just did that
....and it was a bit odd to imagine our texts flying over them as we talked about them/their dad
So much weird right now. Hoping for a more sensible 2021.
My next door but one neighbour died a couple of weeks ago. I didnt know him that well, but I liked him - he was part of our little community.
Only 10 people allowed at the funeral, but they brought the the funeral cortege down the lane and we all walked behind keeping 2m apart until we got to the end of the lane. They stopped the cortege and had a moment of silent reflection, then off they went.
Strange - dignified but really odd.
Strange
Dignified
Odd
And sad.
Carrot's brother, Merlot is very sick. He and their rescue dog Biscuit are currently in a boarding kennel in Hanoi and have been since back end of February when the two Js came back to the UK for a 3 week trip which turned into a lockdown stranding them here for the last 2.5 months (they we due to fly back I think 18th March )
The kennels have been great and kept them updated with videos and pics - it's a nice place with nice staff. But they found out last week (i think) that Merlot was showing signs of either an abscess or a tumour behind his right eye. That has now been confirmed through blood works as almost certainly a tumour (they can't confirm with MRI as there are no scanning facilities at any of the vets in Vietnam).
They've been sharing between their vet in Hanoi and their vet in the UK and it isn't looking good.
When Jude told me about it a few nights ago, his biggest fear was that Merlot would die before they could get over there and he'd never know where they went and that would just about break Jude. And then if that happened, Biscuit would have lost his whole pack, again - he is already a rescue dog who'd been abandoned before they adopted him.
The one bright piece of news is that I found out today Jude managed to get a flight organised for this weekend - failing the world turning on its head again he should be over there by Sunday.
I really hope Merlot hangs in there. I hate the thought of him not having his people with him. And I really hate the thought of what that would do to Jude. Don't get me wrong it would beak Janet's heart too - but Jude's surprisingly fragile at times. I worry the degree to which that would floor him. He's only really started to get his head back together after his sister died probably the last 12 months and even then it's up and down. He went into a pretty deep depression when she died, about 4 years ago - pretty sure thats what triggered the whole career change and move to Vietnam.
Anyhow - that got a bit rambley. I just needed to get that off my chest before bed.
I am really glad they got his flight sorted out. It's shit that Janet cant go back with him yet (different kind of visa) but at least they will have one of them there with Merlot and Biscuit.
Binghamton had one of the nicest special needs playgrounds in the state. Assholes burned it down over the weekend.
Binghamton had one of the nicest special needs playgrounds in the state. Assholes burned it down over the weekend.
I doubt the arsonists were protesting the death of George Floyd.
Update (s) on Merlot.
So ,,, Jude managed to get a flight - armed with his negative Covid-19 test certificate and expert visa, he left Yorkshire, got on a plane ... and in the intervening period between buying tickets and getting on the plane, Vietnam had changed their entry requirements: for people whose flights left before the complete ban on foreign nationals came into force they would be allowed in only with a signed letter from immigration - the complete ban went into force the day after Jude had to give up on his attempt. He got as far as Seoul where he was supposed to get a connecting flight to Hanoi and that's when he found out. Had to turn right back around - couldn't even do an overnight stay in Seoul because he'd have had to go into quarantine and been stuck there 2 weeks,
He got back to the UK on the Sunday evening - and had to grab a few hours sleep and then get up and start his online teaching at 1am (his students are of course on Vietnamese time)
Earliest they may possibly be able to get to Vietnam is 1st July
Merlot is failing fast. They had hoped to get him to Thailand for surgery and chemo to try and buy him time but the borders closed and not opening for at least another week to 10 days.
Their VN vet was trying CBD oil as there has been some indication that this may help shrink tumors - however, yesterday he wouldn't eat at all and they have him on a drip - if he doesn't rally by morning, the two Js think they will have to ask for him to be put to sleep.
I am heartbroken for them - and a little for me too.
I remember after Jude had been in this job for about a year, and janet had decided to go and live over there, Judah was saying he would be coming back for visits and bringing Merlot - I said then I worried Carrot and Merlot would never see each other again. I said it half jokingly when we got the boys together for a visit ahead of them leaving - but I also kind of meant it. I just figured if they end up staying there for 5-6 years, that would take the dogs to 12 or 13, and the practicalities of taking dogs on such long flights would probably make bringing him with on a UK trip not happen.
I didn't have anything quite so fast in my head. Poor Merlot. He's such a happy little soul. The idea of him suffering breaks my heard. And the idea of him not being with his own people makes it so much worse - even though I know that Merlot isn't lay there wondering where they are. He's bonded with the kennel staff after such a long time - and he has his adopted brother Biscuit with him.
I know people are going through worse shit as a result of this virus - denied the last moments with dying family members, separated from young children, stuck in random hotels on the other side of the world ... but this still feels so sad and unfair. They came over for 3 weeks, got stuck for 3 months and then it turned out those were Merlot's last 3 months. It feels a bit like they were robbed of those last few months with him.
Anyhow - enough of such sadness. I am going to go walk Carrot in the rain.
I blew up my vacuum cleaner
It seems to be unblowed up this morning. probably was last night, but I moved to a different outlet for testing purposes and I misguidedly trusted my son when he said he reset the power tip on it..... sigh.
Still that's the second time it's ?overheated in recent history -first time I had really been working that sucker and it felt hot and smelled funny so i just let it cool for an hour or two, but yesterday I'd barely gotten started, so I suspect it's on its last wheels.
Also I really wanted the scorching you groove thread for this topic, but my groove was too scorched to find it, evidently
Low voltage will cause overheating as well as obstructed cooling air.
[QUOTE=monster;1056047]It seems to be unblowed/QUOTE]
As am I...:p:
better here unblowed than blown away who knows where.
yes, I have been keeping track.
Well I blew up my vacuum clener again today. twice. It probably be time to get a new one (it just overheats). But that's not what's bumming my stone.
Last night, I thought of another avenue for my job search and lo and behold I found a job that I could do the shit out of and it would be interesting and meaningful and paid well. It was actually posted 10 days ago, but there was no closing deadline for apps and it was late, so I didn't apply last night. Started this morning, seeing where I needed to tweak my resume and what sort of cover letter/additional material was required. Called away because someone arrived to repair my window and when I got back to it a couple hours ago.... it was no longer open. Which means that even if I'd applied last night when I found it, it would probably have been too late, but it's still a bummer. (There are older job postings still listed, so I'm pretty sure it means it got filled today... :( )
Yeah, most places only delete a posting after they've made an offer and the person accepted, which means someone was already through screening/interviews/etc. by the time you were seeing it. Still, a bummer--but at least you've come across this new avenue now, and I bet there will be more job postings of this nature in the future. You can do it!