I have not gone on a date in 12 years. I will likely not have another. Go to things, talk to people you do not know. Do not become me.
Whine like a baby, now with 500% more drama!
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I had my procedure yesterday and had a complication that made it a lot more painful than usual.
This was also the time that my doctor forgot to call in my pain meds in advance so I had to make a bunch of calls, a sad in person visit and my husband had to set me up at home and go back for them.
&@$£€!?%
This was also the time that my doctor forgot to call in my pain meds in advance so I had to make a bunch of calls, a sad in person visit and my husband had to set me up at home and go back for them.
&@$£€!?%
It worked, didn't even lose power
That's what you get for being such a lefty. Harris probably diverted the storm around your block specifically for you.
Yeah, I feel it.
I'm house sitting for my mom and aunt and watching their dog and he's the biggest fucking asshole that has ever lived. He has made every single thing hard. He won't let me clean his feet before coming back into the house without a lengthy and repeated fight despite assurances that he's very good about that. He pulls this bullshit where he whines and barks to go out and when you open the door, he stares at you like you're a fucking moron for opening the door. He also refuses to let me put him in his harness and without his fucking harness I can't walk his dipshit ass. Then he whines about going for a walk.
Even when we're just chilling out he's a complete prick. If we're sitting on the couch he will either slam his paws onto my crotch or stab me in the ribs with his paw over and over and over and over. I move his paw out of my ribs, bang, paw right back in the same spot. When I pet him, he's constantly trying to pin my arm down so he can turn my hand into a slimy hair covered disgusting mess. There's literally no relaxing around him. I've fallen asleep on the couch (because he makes so much noise at night I can barely sleep) and he barks at me to wake me up.
Like, I didn't know it was possible to hate an animal like this but I've honestly thought about just opening the gate "by accident". He sucks so bad.
Oh and when he IS outside, he's barking non-fucking-stop.
More ranting, I have to change my clothes every time he goes outside, because I end up covered in mud getting the fucking mud off of him. Oh yeah, he's torn their entire back yard apart so it's just a big pit of mud now. It's rained every. Single. Fucking. Night.
And HE'S ALWAYS LICKING EVERYTHING. The sound is God damned maddening.
He refuses to eat food like a normal fucking dog also. I have to fill this stupid fucking ball with food so he can roll it around and eat the food as it slowly spills out. I have to fill it four times. He expects breakfast before 7 am too and will let you fucking know. Can't just feed him and go back to sleep, it takes 15 minutes for him to eat because of his stupid fucking ritual. Then he needs to go roll in the mud outside and again, barks until happens. At this point it's 7:45, I'm fucking furious and covered in mud.
I'm house sitting for my mom and aunt and watching their dog and he's the biggest fucking asshole that has ever lived. He has made every single thing hard. He won't let me clean his feet before coming back into the house without a lengthy and repeated fight despite assurances that he's very good about that. He pulls this bullshit where he whines and barks to go out and when you open the door, he stares at you like you're a fucking moron for opening the door. He also refuses to let me put him in his harness and without his fucking harness I can't walk his dipshit ass. Then he whines about going for a walk.
Even when we're just chilling out he's a complete prick. If we're sitting on the couch he will either slam his paws onto my crotch or stab me in the ribs with his paw over and over and over and over. I move his paw out of my ribs, bang, paw right back in the same spot. When I pet him, he's constantly trying to pin my arm down so he can turn my hand into a slimy hair covered disgusting mess. There's literally no relaxing around him. I've fallen asleep on the couch (because he makes so much noise at night I can barely sleep) and he barks at me to wake me up.
Like, I didn't know it was possible to hate an animal like this but I've honestly thought about just opening the gate "by accident". He sucks so bad.
Oh and when he IS outside, he's barking non-fucking-stop.
More ranting, I have to change my clothes every time he goes outside, because I end up covered in mud getting the fucking mud off of him. Oh yeah, he's torn their entire back yard apart so it's just a big pit of mud now. It's rained every. Single. Fucking. Night.
And HE'S ALWAYS LICKING EVERYTHING. The sound is God damned maddening.
He refuses to eat food like a normal fucking dog also. I have to fill this stupid fucking ball with food so he can roll it around and eat the food as it slowly spills out. I have to fill it four times. He expects breakfast before 7 am too and will let you fucking know. Can't just feed him and go back to sleep, it takes 15 minutes for him to eat because of his stupid fucking ritual. Then he needs to go roll in the mud outside and again, barks until happens. At this point it's 7:45, I'm fucking furious and covered in mud.
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Upper 60s around here and the space heaters at work are melting me. How can they be that cold?! The thermostat is creeping up to 74F. Sweating through my shirt. If I could open a window, I would.
Put on a coat and mittens.
Put on a coat and mittens.
Big Data: let's gather huge amounts of data on everyone so we can market exactly what they want and need to them!Lately every third reel on my Instagram is about perimenopause and I wish social media would stop reminding me I'm old.
Big Marketing: why don't all these women in their forties like our message that they're old and broken?! We don't get it!
I noticed one day that my porn adverts had gone from "hot singles in your area" to "hot single moms in your area".
Mom's usually have snacks so this is an upgrade.
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Some may remember my father-in-law had terminal cancer and was in palliative care at home. The doctor was coming over this Monday to give approval for euthanasia (you need approval of two independent doctors, his own GP had already given it), so he could possibly go on Tuesday.
On Saturday he indicated that was too long and he wouldn't last that long anymore and he wanted an end to the pain. He was given palliative sedation (go to sleep and don't wake up anymore until your body gives up) and fell asleep on Saturday evening, surrounded by all his daughters, most of the sons-in-law and the eldest grandchildren; he died peacefully, again surrounded by all his daughters and most of the rest, this afternoon. We all held his hands during his final few breaths.
A very different far more emotional moment and way of experiencing it than when my grandparents died, for example, in a nursing home, while I was away at school and was just told "yep, he's gone" when I got home. Our families work...differently.
It was beautiful, and I think very much the way he wanted to go, not in a hospital, but in his own farmhouse, surrounded by a lot of loved ones, and without pain. It's also 20 years too early, he turned 69 this summer.
Fuck, and let me stress that - FUCK - cancer.
On Saturday he indicated that was too long and he wouldn't last that long anymore and he wanted an end to the pain. He was given palliative sedation (go to sleep and don't wake up anymore until your body gives up) and fell asleep on Saturday evening, surrounded by all his daughters, most of the sons-in-law and the eldest grandchildren; he died peacefully, again surrounded by all his daughters and most of the rest, this afternoon. We all held his hands during his final few breaths.
A very different far more emotional moment and way of experiencing it than when my grandparents died, for example, in a nursing home, while I was away at school and was just told "yep, he's gone" when I got home. Our families work...differently.
It was beautiful, and I think very much the way he wanted to go, not in a hospital, but in his own farmhouse, surrounded by a lot of loved ones, and without pain. It's also 20 years too early, he turned 69 this summer.
Fuck, and let me stress that - FUCK - cancer.
So sorry man. I wish you and your wife peace and love.
Aren't you in Canada? Besides sleep-eat-fuck-hockey, what else is there to do? And 7 year olds are excluded from one of those, so that leaves 8 hours per day for hockey, minimum.
That's actually surprisingly accurate in the Canadian winter.
As a multi-sport parent, I FEEL all of this post!
My btother-in-law and his wife have three kids, all girls, the eldest and youngest are in hockey, the middle one in cheerleading. It looks BRUTAL.
My sister-in-law and her husband also have three kids, two girls and a boy in the middle. The two girls don't have any real activities yet, but the boy is doing baseball in the spring/summer and hockey in the fall/winter. The situation is compounded by her husband being a long-distance trucker. When he's home, he's a wonderful, loving and present father. But he's just away a lot,so she's basically a single parent a lot of the time.
Our dog has no interest in playing any organized sport, thank you.
My sister-in-law and her husband also have three kids, two girls and a boy in the middle. The two girls don't have any real activities yet, but the boy is doing baseball in the spring/summer and hockey in the fall/winter. The situation is compounded by her husband being a long-distance trucker. When he's home, he's a wonderful, loving and present father. But he's just away a lot,so she's basically a single parent a lot of the time.
Our dog has no interest in playing any organized sport, thank you.
I know a couple parents like that. I absolutely do not know how they do it. And let's not ignore that, much like your sister-in-law, it's usually the women that are left to 'figure it out'.
My 7 year old practices Tuesday and Thursday @ 4:15PM, and then plays a game Saturday and Sunday in his league from now until March 1st. This could entail driving up to an hour each way.
My 5 year old practices Wednesday and Friday @ 4:15PM, and then plays a game on Saturday from now until March 1st. And I'm also an assistant coach, but thankfully it's a house league so no driving.
Even ignoring the massive amount of hockey that is, how the hell do parents get their kids to practices at 4:15PM? My kids get off the bus at 3:50. I'm glad I live in a smaller town, but the parents that either don't have a stay-at-home parent, or have a very flexible job are basically systemically prevented from participating.
Have you ever asked? Plenty of dogs really enjoy agility or herding competitions. You need to get in on this, man !
THIIIIIIISSSSSSS. Mr. Z got a promotion a few months back (yay!), but that means he usually gets home later on weeknights, and has to travel, so it's up to me to figure out how to get Li'l Z to all his practices and games, but plan & cook the meals/make sure uniforms & equipment are clean and ready to go and still make sure all homework and projects get completed. Mr. Z helps whenever he can, but 90-95% of it falls to me.
We had a pregnancy scare over the weekend. We seriously thought it was a miscarriage, but the ultrasound showed it's still there. This is the first trimester and we know it can easily go either way. I'm aware of the biological processes involved and I know it might not last so I've processed the possibility. But the wife? She's from a fundamentalist Southern family and grew up with some unhealthy views that were drummed into her from childhood. She thinks that if this pregnancy does end in a miscarriage then it will be her fault. Suddenly I'm reminded of King Henry VIII blaming his wives if they dared to produce a daughter instead of a son.
Reassure her that no one is going to get beheaded in this marriage.
(That is, if you think it's a good idea and she'd find it funny. I dunno, maybe her sense of humor differs from mine.)
((Alternatively, maybe one of you guys is thinking of beheading the other, I don't want to presume.))
(((Don't tell her I said that.)))
My pharmacy has put out their Christmas candy and put all the Hallowe'en stuff on clearance.
--Patrick
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PetSmart and Costco have both put their Halloween items in a little corner now. It's mostly just Christmas crap now.