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Canadjun
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Which presumably would make the cop shoot back. Not saying that was the reason; just throwing it out as a possibility.
Which presumably would make the cop shoot back. Not saying that was the reason; just throwing it out as a possibility.
Damn the humidity!
Last night, when I got home from some volunteer work, I took the Pyrex mixing bowl that was catching my air conditioner drip (it's that effing humid! I never had to do that before) to the kitchen sink to empty it. I spilled a little water on the floor and was going to mop it up as soon as I put the bowl back under the drip.:smack: Note to self: vinyl flooring is slick when there's water on it. Mop first!
I went sailing. When I landed, I took a minute to figure out just how I was going to go get the broom without cutting my bare feet to ribbons from the remnents of the Pyrex bowl. I managed to do this, but while sweeping up the mess, I noticed something wet and sticky on my hand. I looked down to find the front of my shirt and the broom handle streaked with blood. Yeesh!
I determined the source of the blood: two cuts on my left middle finger. It took a while to get it to stop bleeding enough to determine the depth of the cuts. Fortunately, the big one came just short of having to go for stitches.
I patched myself up, finished the cleanup and thought everything was cool. Today, I stepped on another piece of glass buried in my living room carpet (it borders the part of the kitchen where I fell). Now, I'm the band-aid queen.
Last night, when I got home from some volunteer work, I took the Pyrex mixing bowl that was catching my air conditioner drip (it's that effing humid! I never had to do that before) to the kitchen sink to empty it. I spilled a little water on the floor and was going to mop it up as soon as I put the bowl back under the drip.:smack: Note to self: vinyl flooring is slick when there's water on it. Mop first!
I went sailing. When I landed, I took a minute to figure out just how I was going to go get the broom without cutting my bare feet to ribbons from the remnents of the Pyrex bowl. I managed to do this, but while sweeping up the mess, I noticed something wet and sticky on my hand. I looked down to find the front of my shirt and the broom handle streaked with blood. Yeesh!
I determined the source of the blood: two cuts on my left middle finger. It took a while to get it to stop bleeding enough to determine the depth of the cuts. Fortunately, the big one came just short of having to go for stitches.
I patched myself up, finished the cleanup and thought everything was cool. Today, I stepped on another piece of glass buried in my living room carpet (it borders the part of the kitchen where I fell). Now, I'm the band-aid queen.
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overlyverbose
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Dear mom and husband,
You are both acting like children. Mom, I will no longer visit you unless my brother-in-law and sister are there to be a buffer. We all get along wonderfully then; however, when it's just me and my husband, you turn into a judgmental, weepy mess. I knew that visiting you right now was probably a mistake, but you seemed to need some support, so I came anyway. I wish I hadn't, but you profess to be glad I did, even though your actions bely your words.
Husband, here's a thought: not everything is a slight to your character or a threat to your authority with our son. If we're in someone else's house, their rules apply unless they're threatening the safety of our children or the bounds of good sense. As such, if my mom says it's okay for our son to have a lot of toys on the floor with the understanding that he'll be responsible for picking them up later, there is absolutely no reason for you to threaten to take some away unless he cleans up now. And it's rude to walk off in a huff because someone disagrees with you. Further, if you feel compelled to ask me if maybe you overreacted and perhaps you should apologize, you already have your answer and you know it.
Similarly, mom, there is no reason for you to burst into tears when my husband attempts to discipline our son. I don't agree with him in this case, however, you often cry when my husband disciplines our son, especially when our son goes into screaming mode. It may not have occurred to you, but having a sympathetic, sobbing audience makes things worse, not better. And my husband isn't some monster who abuses his child. Yes, he sometimes has a too-short fuse. He's working on it, but it makes it all the more difficult to do when you're crying. Kids are smart and he's milking your sympathy for all it's worth. So knock it off. Please.
Oh, yeah, and did I mention that your hand-wringing is driving me nuts? Who the hell takes a very stressful weekend, then decides to have a cookout with 15 family members? Furthermore, who the hell has a cookout with linen napkins, fine china and all the "proper" utensils, including a damn dessert fork and wine goblets at every setting?! Honestly! We're eating fucking hot dogs and burgers, for God's sake. And you flipping out because everything wasn't ready, necessitating my intervention to get everything done while managing a clingy baby and kid didn't help. Luckily things worked out. However, I will not be repeating this.
Now, this has been a difficult weekend for everyone. I, for one, could use a stiff drink and some alone time to work out. I've been surrounded, sometimes covered, by children all weekend to keep them out of the fray. Oh, and there's the not-so-little matter of my sister who has had a much more difficult weekend than we could imagine. You know, forced contractions to clean a uterus of a miscarriage will do that to you, I'm sure. The only saving grace is that you blubbered to me, mom, instead of my sister. At least she was spared the effort of comforting you. Now, if you could both go to your respective corners and find something else to do while I call her to make sure she and her husband are well, I'd really, really appreciate it. Thanks.
Cheers (where is my fucking drink when I need it?),
Overly
You are both acting like children. Mom, I will no longer visit you unless my brother-in-law and sister are there to be a buffer. We all get along wonderfully then; however, when it's just me and my husband, you turn into a judgmental, weepy mess. I knew that visiting you right now was probably a mistake, but you seemed to need some support, so I came anyway. I wish I hadn't, but you profess to be glad I did, even though your actions bely your words.
Husband, here's a thought: not everything is a slight to your character or a threat to your authority with our son. If we're in someone else's house, their rules apply unless they're threatening the safety of our children or the bounds of good sense. As such, if my mom says it's okay for our son to have a lot of toys on the floor with the understanding that he'll be responsible for picking them up later, there is absolutely no reason for you to threaten to take some away unless he cleans up now. And it's rude to walk off in a huff because someone disagrees with you. Further, if you feel compelled to ask me if maybe you overreacted and perhaps you should apologize, you already have your answer and you know it.
Similarly, mom, there is no reason for you to burst into tears when my husband attempts to discipline our son. I don't agree with him in this case, however, you often cry when my husband disciplines our son, especially when our son goes into screaming mode. It may not have occurred to you, but having a sympathetic, sobbing audience makes things worse, not better. And my husband isn't some monster who abuses his child. Yes, he sometimes has a too-short fuse. He's working on it, but it makes it all the more difficult to do when you're crying. Kids are smart and he's milking your sympathy for all it's worth. So knock it off. Please.
Oh, yeah, and did I mention that your hand-wringing is driving me nuts? Who the hell takes a very stressful weekend, then decides to have a cookout with 15 family members? Furthermore, who the hell has a cookout with linen napkins, fine china and all the "proper" utensils, including a damn dessert fork and wine goblets at every setting?! Honestly! We're eating fucking hot dogs and burgers, for God's sake. And you flipping out because everything wasn't ready, necessitating my intervention to get everything done while managing a clingy baby and kid didn't help. Luckily things worked out. However, I will not be repeating this.
Now, this has been a difficult weekend for everyone. I, for one, could use a stiff drink and some alone time to work out. I've been surrounded, sometimes covered, by children all weekend to keep them out of the fray. Oh, and there's the not-so-little matter of my sister who has had a much more difficult weekend than we could imagine. You know, forced contractions to clean a uterus of a miscarriage will do that to you, I'm sure. The only saving grace is that you blubbered to me, mom, instead of my sister. At least she was spared the effort of comforting you. Now, if you could both go to your respective corners and find something else to do while I call her to make sure she and her husband are well, I'd really, really appreciate it. Thanks.
Cheers (where is my fucking drink when I need it?),
Overly
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Shot From Guns
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Buy earplugs. Seriously. I sleep with them in any night I have my windows open... and any night when the neighborhood's lively. I'll also pop 'em in if I wake up early and am treated to the aforementioned noisy birds, so I can have a chance to get a few more hours of sleep in.
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niblet_head
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Sadly, I doubt it would have mattered if they had authorized you. I've had an insurance company tell me that authorizing a service doesn't guarantee they'll pay for it.
Sorry you got screwed even after you tried to do your part, though. Those fuckers.
Sorry you got screwed even after you tried to do your part, though. Those fuckers.
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Cat Whisperer
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Hey, if she thinks homeopathy will do the trick, offer to cough on her children. The resistance in your system coming out in a cough should just about equal how useful homeopathy is.
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Cat Whisperer
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I don't know - various and sundry people who want to chat me up (or just call my line and not answer).
I know.Personally, I have no problems regardless, because I don't have a landline--just a cellphone. Your own fault for living in the 20th century.
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woodstockbirdybird
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Nope - words like "gonna" and "ain't" and the like were all frowned upon by authority figures when I was a kid, so I was naturally attracted to them. "Sammich", as I said, just sounds infantile. It's called mini-rants, bitches! I don't need to quote fucking linguistics textbooks and the Chicago Manual of Style to back up my argument! I don't like the shit-ass word - it doesn't have to be rational. How's this: In my opinion, you sound like a pillow-licking retard when you say sammich. Is it acceptable according to linguists? Don't give a shit! Still makes you sound like a mongoloid in my book.
If you (generic "you") want to get yourself all het up over something I do regularly, like use the word "retard" or putting the period after the quotation marks, be my guest. I guarantee you I won't care.
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Ferret Herder
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Now that you mention it, I thought I heard a funny-sounding duck outside...
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Shot From Guns
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Pedantic. And you soooo shouldn't be throwing stones about pedantry anyway.
Ugh. I said "pedantic" in my head; why did my fingers type the n? Stupid autopilot typing.
And pedantry is just fine when it's my pedantry. Silly rabbit. That's how these things work.
There's nothing wrong with shiny objects.
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Shot From Guns
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So, why are you letting this guy walk all over you? I was doing my own laundry, helping with family meals, and doing cleaning around the house when I was probably more than ten years younger than this loser. He's a member of the household--and an adult one at that. Start treating him less like a toddler and more like someone who should be contributing--with labor if not with money. He can do his own laundry, clean his own room, help with dusting/vacuuming/cleaning bathroom and kitchen, help with seasonal groundskeeping if it's a house (mowing lawn when there's grass, shoveling in the winter if you get snow), help with meal prep, etc.
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Cat Whisperer
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Nice username/post combo, missred.
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Dung Beetle
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Makes sense to me. I really really don't like being without water or electricity, unless I'm on a camping trip.
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Wile E
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He was a passenger in a car on a routine traffic stop. AFAIK, he gunned them down before they could even react.
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Cat Whisperer
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I would like to buy 30-50 retaining wall blocks off our local used websites, but it turns out you have to be at their door 10 minutes after responding to the ad to get them - too late on four lots of blocks so far! This last time, I was willing to come pay for them hours after the ad went up - still not quick enough. Screw this - I'm just going to buy new. My patience has ended for this game.
And I chipped a front tooth a little bit yesterday, and it has a sharp edge and I can't leave it alone.
And I chipped a front tooth a little bit yesterday, and it has a sharp edge and I can't leave it alone.
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Kaio
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SFG> None who also work from home. Everyone I know is currently downtown.
Hey, Landlord, you know what pisses me off even more? When your mouthpiece flat out lies to me about the repairs. I called for a status report, they estimate two more hours (after I have to leave, of course), and when I ask why we couldn't have water while waiting all fucking day for the new equipment to arrive, he says it's "that kind of repair" that required the old heaters to be disconnected for the entire time.
Bull. Shit. This was a scheduled repair, as evidenced by the posted letters in the lobby, not an emergency one. If the old heaters were in such bad shape, why did we have water last night, and throughout the entire weekend? Why weren't pipes leaking everywhere?
I'll also note that the water has never been anything but perfectly hot.
Two or three hours is reasonable. Eight-plus hours is not.
Hey, Landlord, you know what pisses me off even more? When your mouthpiece flat out lies to me about the repairs. I called for a status report, they estimate two more hours (after I have to leave, of course), and when I ask why we couldn't have water while waiting all fucking day for the new equipment to arrive, he says it's "that kind of repair" that required the old heaters to be disconnected for the entire time.
Bull. Shit. This was a scheduled repair, as evidenced by the posted letters in the lobby, not an emergency one. If the old heaters were in such bad shape, why did we have water last night, and throughout the entire weekend? Why weren't pipes leaking everywhere?
I'll also note that the water has never been anything but perfectly hot.
Two or three hours is reasonable. Eight-plus hours is not.
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Wile E
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Eek! Now you jinxed it! Quick knock on something!
Olives, some companies will allow a retroactive auth....I would call the insurance company, see if you can file a petition in writing and what the process is.
MY doc forgot to get a preauth for one of my meds, got some bills for 12K....thankfully, after 6 months of wrangling, I found out yesterday they are back down to me just owing the copay.
MY doc forgot to get a preauth for one of my meds, got some bills for 12K....thankfully, after 6 months of wrangling, I found out yesterday they are back down to me just owing the copay.
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Shot From Guns
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Or, you could invent a way to make your baby invisible! Er, and inaudible. And untouchable. But on the plus side, you could make billions off the patent when you're done.
Understandable. And good on you for being attentive to what she wants and needs rather than your own desire to be there for her.
Fingers crossed, eh.
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Bosstone
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Language is one of those things like tipping that can never be "mini" on the SD. 