I lost my remote for my TV in my office. The TV works, but I accidentally changed the channel on the TV and now I can not get it back to the input from the satellite. I am pissed that I might have to buy a TV because there is no input/source button on the damned TV. The menu only adjusts the picture.
Whine like a baby, now with 500% more drama!
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Any chance a $4 universal remote would do the trick?
I have an expensive one now (directTV) and it is not working. I guess I need to turn my office upside down to find the old one.
And the scary neighbor cats are fighting loudly again...wonderful.
I see what you did there.
Home is wherever I'm withGET OUT OF MY HEAD EDWARD SHARPE. YOU AND YOUR COCKJUGGLING CUMBAG ZEROES ARE DISMISSED
LEAVE ME BE
LEAVE ME BE
Yeah, that's not working out so good for me today.
No take out isn't a good thing
No frozen pizza or anything?
My gift to my dad is pullin' weeds like all hell! That and a gift I am yet to buy because my dad is impossible to freaking shop for. I'm just glad he's understanding on it.
Father's Day is really bitter-sweet for me. I have a great daughter, I've done what I can for her, taught her, pushed her to her best, been there for both victory and defeat.
But, honestly, I don't have much good to say about my own father. Him and my mother were divorced when I was about 15, he kept the house because his business was upstairs, but even with him working at home, I didn't see him. I played soccer (futbol) for 18 years, all my home games in high school were at a field that could be seen from the window in his shop, he never saw me play, ever. I used my father as an example for dealing with my daughter, a bad example. If he did something one way for me while growing up, I did the basic opposite. I saw every game that my daughter was a member of the High School marching band, home and away, regular season and playoff. I only missed one concert that she played (I was very ill) and even managed to volunteer as a chaperon for some of the marching contests. Maybe it came from the fact that he was placed into a boys home when he was little (mother and father divorced and at the time that was what happened with kids) or that he was more interested in wanting to make his own life happy to the exclusion of the feelings or needs of others. When I was 17, I told him that I was done with trying to make a space for him in my life, I wouldn't hide from him, but he had to make the effort to reach out to me to do something rather than me always trying to make it work, he never called. He died 13 years ago, literally smoked himself to death. I would really like to post something like this on facebook, but don't want to cause my sister some serious pain, because she is much like him and they got along great.
So instead, you guys get my whine, get to "hear" my vent on the subject.
TL-DR - My dad sucked, jealous of others that have great dads.
But, honestly, I don't have much good to say about my own father. Him and my mother were divorced when I was about 15, he kept the house because his business was upstairs, but even with him working at home, I didn't see him. I played soccer (futbol) for 18 years, all my home games in high school were at a field that could be seen from the window in his shop, he never saw me play, ever. I used my father as an example for dealing with my daughter, a bad example. If he did something one way for me while growing up, I did the basic opposite. I saw every game that my daughter was a member of the High School marching band, home and away, regular season and playoff. I only missed one concert that she played (I was very ill) and even managed to volunteer as a chaperon for some of the marching contests. Maybe it came from the fact that he was placed into a boys home when he was little (mother and father divorced and at the time that was what happened with kids) or that he was more interested in wanting to make his own life happy to the exclusion of the feelings or needs of others. When I was 17, I told him that I was done with trying to make a space for him in my life, I wouldn't hide from him, but he had to make the effort to reach out to me to do something rather than me always trying to make it work, he never called. He died 13 years ago, literally smoked himself to death. I would really like to post something like this on facebook, but don't want to cause my sister some serious pain, because she is much like him and they got along great.
So instead, you guys get my whine, get to "hear" my vent on the subject.
TL-DR - My dad sucked, jealous of others that have great dads.
Father's day for me may end in buying a new used car. This is in the whine thread because car buying sucks! We like two pretty comparable cars, one of which is close but 15% more expensive than the other. The other is a year older, squarely in our price range, but a four hour drive away. Uggghhhhh!
Cajungal
Staff member
Me too. We definitely haven't always gotten along, but that's because of how alike we are. It's hard to fault him for that, especially since his generosity and good humor far outweigh his faults.
GasBandit
Staff member
You and me can start the Dads are Great club. I have a dad AND a stepdad, both of whom were great and with whom I'm still in close contact.
Well, that's probably true, because most people here don't even know your dad.
My dad is great, really supportive of me and my brother.
GasBandit
Staff member
Pfft, better question: If your girlfriend/wife got voodoo-mindswitched with your mom, and the only way to get them switched back was for you, personally, to have sex with either one twenty times... would you have sex with your girlfriend in your mom's body, or your mom in your girlfriend's body?
I think I like my question better.
I did not budget enough time or money for Ann Arbor. So many places where I'd to back up a truck and say "I'll take it ALL." Starting with Wazoo's and Zingermans.
And now via my wanderings I find the Michigan Theatre is showing Blazing Saddles at 7 tonight.
Call me crazy, but the HF meet comes first.
And now via my wanderings I find the Michigan Theatre is showing Blazing Saddles at 7 tonight.
Call me crazy, but the HF meet comes first.
Insurance! Argh!