The number of families posting about “needing” to re-home dogs on my community list makes me sick. If you take in a dog (or any animal) you should know it’s a long time commitment. Guilting neighbors into taking on your responsibility by saying they’ll only have x weeks left before they are put down is just deplorable!
I am sorry if you thought our visit overlap was too long, but after the c-section and NICU stay, I was asked to stay longer to help out. I am the grandmother who cooks and drives.
If you are going to send flowers to a funeral, why can’t you include a contact address? We have literally spent two hours trying to find an address for you so we can write you a d@mn thank you note, and we have MANY more important things we need to be doing!
Our school FB page sells SO. MANY. USED. TEXTBOOKS.
And none of them is what I am looking for!
Dear Air France- we won’t be booking with you again. Canceling an international flight one week out without stating a reason and re-booking for departure 3 days later? Who does that work for? Good thing that it “only” took 3 hours on the phone to re-book in accordance with our original itinerary, as well to navigate an agent who thought we were going from the east coast of the US to Paris in order to arrive in Minneapolis. Dang…
Oh my gosh, why oh why does everything have to turn into such a drama??? I cannot stand it. You are wrong about this. Idiot.
You’re 40 years old. Behaving like a petulant 2-year-old is unbecoming.
Sitting here going crazy on a nice cool 71 degree morning unable to do much of anything, so a vent seems in order - esp one no one can say “you idiot” in response.
To the Powers that Be:
I really wish you had designed our bodies better. There’s no reason it should be difficult to get IVs in for some of us and no reason it should take practically a week before one can resume regularly scheduled activities after a rather basic medical procedure. At the very least one SHOULD be able to use a RIDING mower to mow fields on a picture perfect day when it HAS to be done that day without reopening an injection site making things worse than they were the first day.
OR you could have designed our minds better so they don’t mind watching or sitting on our bottoms eating bon bons while others do all the work.
And what, exactly, is the purpose of a headache? Do we really need them? If salt makes them better, why isn’t salt part of a healthy diet? Why do such horrid headaches come when one forgets to eat something super salty opting for an overall default “healthy” diet?
To any reader:
When the directions post medical procedure say you can’t do things like tennis, you should realize a riding mower is pretty similar and off limits - at least - in a pasture with a lot of weeds and turns and unclogging needs. You shouldn’t rationalize that at least you can handle a riding mower even if you can’t do nippers, a machete, or a weedeater.
Don’t forget to keep salt intake up, esp if you’re getting all sweaty. McDonalds is perhaps health food at times.
And be grateful if you have accessible veins so you don’t look like a drug addict after it takes them 5 times to find a usable one, so you have that in addition to the nice new bruise from the wrist access point for the procedure.
Meanwhile, while venting, no, you don’t need to apologize for getting an extra caffeine fix from the Mt Dew to go along with mainstreaming pretzels - or at least the salt on them - while spending too much time on the computer with your playlist playing too loudly in the background to drown out the fact that everyone else is working except you. (sigh)
My grandmother warned me when I was about 7 or 8 that getting older is no fun body-wise. She didn’t have to be right. So much of me just wants to go outside, grab a machete, and hack away until the field is done proving that my body can handle it just fine. It’s tough. It was brought up that way. Then there’s the mind part that says “look at what you’ve already done to your arm and you somehow think you’re special enough that it won’t get worse” - coupled with “where would they even get an IV in if they had to fix it afterward,” so… take another swig of Mt Dew, get more pretzels, and turn the music up - then post the vent on a thread where responding isn’t allowed so you can hopefully vent and move on.
BTW H you are a saint and I love you so much. Thank you for taking this all on along with your job and not the slightest complaint. S I wish you would be willing to help US more when we need it instead of going off to help others. I love that you help others, but sometimes you need to realize your mama just can’t do things as I could when I was younger - even if I want to.
I’d say that it’s no skin off my nose if you want to pay me premium rates to laboriously hand-match a thousand items, because you have two databases with non-identical names and didn’t bother to match them yourself. But I actually have other things I’d rather be doing with my weekend.
Well that went better than expected.
One day at a time
When the guy you liked and were quite sure was going to be your future son in law…and more heartbreaking, who your D was sure she was going to marry, blindsides her and breaks up without warning. The second time this smart, pretty, successful, SOO upbeat and positive girl is dumped. My heart breaks for her. Just stunned.
I’m going to be a grandma! Never mind that I was the last one in the family to find out.
It’s so exhausting and depressing having a rageaholic paranoid control freak mother for so many years (all my life). She’s 93 and getting worse. You only get the one though, so…
Weird evening at a surprise birthday party for a GF. It seemed more of a roasting than toasting.
Same guy sounded drunk and too aggressive. Lasagna was delicious but cold and cheese coagulated.
Serving people/experience hostess so why no chafing dishes?
Love the Hostess. Glad I took a small gift for her as I had never been to her home. Only one that did.
So many snobby privileged at the gathering. D wished I fit in with them but I don’t and never wanted to.
Eyes burning. House smell like car exhaust. Smoke and ick is back.
I really want to retire and move to Florida and downsize. This stupid accident has made me realize how quickly life can turn on a dime and I want to start enjoying my life. I’m tired of doing a job I hate, living in a cluttered house that is too much for us to maintain, and living in this cliquey town where we are outsiders even after living here for 30 years. And I wish I could have back that moment of time and not do that careless step that messed up my foot and ended up with surgery, pain and will take months of No weight bearing followed by partial before I am back to normal (if I ever am - the possible future problems from this are scary). And why do air boots have to be soooo damn heavy. And how the heck is one supposed to sleep in them.
Phew - that felt good.
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Humblebrag much?
Wow! We just had the best table service …
at of all places an Olive Garden!!! In the more than a decade that we’ve frequented this particular Oliver Garden we have never hand this level of service! I complemented the manager on our service but she seemed non-pulsed by the complement, made sure to tell our server directly how much we appreciated his service and suggested he look into finding a job in fine dining, maybe Trulucks or similar and gave him a very good tip (better than 50%). The level of service turned the what you would expect from Olive Garden food into an above average dining experience.