Oh, I'm sorry Tradd! What a mess.
OOH, MightyFrugal. Yuck. I know. Just hearing about someone having lice can make you all itchy.
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Oh, I'm sorry Tradd! What a mess.
OOH, MightyFrugal. Yuck. I know. Just hearing about someone having lice can make you all itchy.
Tradd, I have state farm too. The one time I was hit by someone that didn't have insurance (bald tires, wet road on a hill, took it too fast and slammed into my car) state farm kept after them. It took the girl about 3 years of making weekly payments to state farm and just when I'd forgotten about it....a check from state farm arrived in the mail. They had her making payments to cover my deductible that I had to pay out of pocket for the repairs to my car.
Just trying to resist the constant rush-rush-rush, do-do-do of life. We not bad people if we've held on to a few checks for 2 weeks and haven't yet send them to the bank. We are not bad if we haven't gotten around to watering all our trees. We are doing fine even if we have a few boxes of stuff that hasn't been attended to.
I try to only grocery-shop once a week--most times if I run out of something, I will come up with a substitute. I definitely don't go on Sunday afternoons when everyone is grouchy and in a hurry because the weekend is ending, but this time, I was out of windshield wiper fluid and a key ingredient for dinner (thought the jar was full when it was almost empty :(). Three stores to choose from--of course, the first one I picked only had one of the two so I had to go somewhere else for the rest. Sigh.
"Have you ever thought of cooking the eggs in bacon grease?"
"GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!"
(No, I really didn't yell at him...) We love each other dearly, but talk about Pushme-Pullyou! I cook my eggs in butter. Period. Bacon on the side, usually. Short of Oscar and Felix, you would be hard-pressed to find two people who disagree more on how to do absolutely everything. Once, he instructed me on the most efficient way to exit the Safeway parking lot to get to the jewelry-repair shop a block away. In my town, where I drive the same way every time. Hey! My car, my gas! Gaze of doom.
Oh, man. I can so relate. His mantra is "I say black, you say white." I want NOTHING on my food, which he tells me is flat out wrong. "All the professional chefs use a lot of salt." (I know I must be crazy, but Kosher salt is much saltier than Morton's) It can't be just cheese, it has to be cheese drizzled silly with honey. It can't be scrambled eggs, it has to be one part eggs to three parts half-and-half. He's the Paula Deen to my Helen Nearing.Quote:
Originally Posted by JaneV2.0
So, we're walking every evening for Health and Wellness. Tuesday evening I stepped on an uneven patch of sidewalk and turned my left ankle, bruised my right knee, right elbow and outside fingers on right hand when I fell. So, several days of ice and rest and the swelling and bruising are going away. Nothing broken, thank whatever power you believe in, because the Last thing I need at this point is more medical bills.
I tell ya this exercise stuff is Dangerous!
Current foster dog meets potential adopting family today, everyone gets along, the potential dad is really on board (not sure about the mom) and then Mr. Rescue Dog decides to LIFT HIS LEG AND PEE ON THE CHAIR IN THE LIVING ROOM!
He has never done this before.
doh you idiot. This is not showing yourself to be lovable.
Was this at the adoptive family's house? I'd take that meaning he likes it there. I always hope for the best match. Maybe that wasn't it...
nah, it was at my house. This dog has been with use for 8 weeks, twice as long as normal. He's a great dog. Several situations have fallen through. We are falling for him and he has GOT to get out of here.Quote:
Originally Posted by JaneV2.0
It's obvious to me he wants to stay. Resign yourself and chip him.
Pump bottles for lotion. Apparently I do not know how to even spring out the nozzle to get a new one started, as evidenced by the mess I made trying to start a brand new bottle of body lotion I got from work. Aren't you supposed to spin the nozzle thingy until it pops up? Well, or so I thought, I spun and spun and nothing popped up; it just popped out altogether and now I have a nozzle-less giant bottle of body lotion.
And that is just the beginning. I hate it when you have pump bottles when you think it's the end and nothing squirts out only to find out that there is at least a month's worth of product left in there and every time you go to use it it involves a lot of fussing with the spent nozzle-wand, tapping, banging or whatever one needs to do to get the full money's worth. At the very end I resort to cutting the dang thing open with a box cutter and scooping out the remainder. Oh, the things we do for frugality.
Helped host a free Happy Hour event for an association at a nice downtown hotel. Weeks of publicity via email and meeting announcements. Planned for 30, get 40 RSVPs - great, the more the merrier. Actual attendees: 22.
I understand a few no-shows: flat tire, babysitter cancelled, whatever. The rest of you - bah!
My ex-wife used to sell Tupperware. Her standing rule (which proved surprisingly [disappointingly?] accurate) was to count on 1/3 of the people who said they would come. By that standard, you did well. But it's still a disappointment -- and irksome when you have to plan around it.
I really wish people would believe me when I tell them I don't know how to do something. Getting peeved at me when I don't do something because I really do NOT know how to do it - not helpful.
(Not work releated!)
Not good car news!
Numbnuts at body shop! Chick told me late this morning she would give me a call late this afternoon about when I could pick it up as they close at 5:30. Nada, so I just called. Not ready until TOMORROW. I gave the manager a piece of my mind and told him it must be done by tomorrow lunchtime. Not maybe. Must. Period. Idiot. And then I'd like to give the a--hole who smashed my car a real piece of my mind. I am not happy. ARGH!
I have to drive 90 minutes up to my friend's I'm staying with tomorrow night before exam. I want my car!
I talked to the body shop chick late this morning and she told me she would call me late this afternoon about when I could pick it up as they close at 5:30. No call. So at 4:45 I called. Not ready. There is no excuse for her not calling me.
Why is it that every time I park in one of the Five Minute Book Drop parking spaces there is at least one other car there and no one else at the book drop? I expect courtesy and literacy from library patrons, but apparently...
You and me both, Tradd, about people not believing when others don't believe you really don't know how to do things you really don't know how to do. And I never understand why they do that.
Let me state my peeve! then I will go off to remedy it.
For months now the Red Cross has been calling our home, trying to reach DH to sign up for giving blood. He is a regular donor and has been for ten years. He has the blood type that is a universal donor and he has big fat veins where the blood just pours out in 15 minutes. In other words, he's a prime blood giving candidate.
I used to make his Red Cross blood donation apppointments for him, but that didn't always work out since I don't know his schedule, so I stopped making his appointments. I left messages for him to call the Red Cross, but he doesn't call them back. He will cheerfully sign up for a blood appointment when they call him but he won't call them back.
I have asked the Red Cross: PLEASE call our home landline after 6:30 at night to reach him. Please. I won't give them his cell phone number. That's his business number and he may be on top of a ladder or talking to a customer when they call and he doesn't have a calendar handy then, anyway.
They apparently cannot call after 6:30 because they all go home. doh. Seriously, people--you want others to donate their time and blood and you cannot call during non-business hours because you cannot bestir yourselves to work evening hours? Ok!
Now I am off to find a solution for this. I want him to give blood, he wants to give blood, we will make somehting work, but I am not impressed with the Red Cross in this particular matter. Otherwise, I will say that they are always very nice when they call and are consious of the hassles that blood donors go through.
My experience as well. The people calling for appointments are unfailingly nice -- but they can't see to do much of anything besides book an appointment or make a note to call some weeks later. When I was donating at work, the local office (which was coordinating the blood drive at work!) would call me a week or so after a work donation asking if I could donate again. No, according to Red Cross rules, I cannot. They never seemed to get their act together, so I told the local bank to not call me; I would just donate at work.Quote:
Originally Posted by Iris lily
Scheduling definitely is one area in which the Red Cross could do better. Iris Lily, you have encouraged me to call my local Red Cross and make some suggestions. Thank you.
Here is my pet peeve for today: Those mailings that come all sealed up where you have to tear off three sides of the envelope along the perforations. I can never get the blasted things to tear smoothly and end up just ripping the thing to shreds.
RE: The Red Cross
Their blood donor schedulers at the national number DO work at night, but they can't put a note in the records to call only at night.
So, tonight I stood by DH and with him scheduled his next blood donation appointment. That worked, and I guess that's what we will do in the future, I will get him to commit to a phone call.
Is he willing to schedule his next appointment when he checks in for his appointment? That's what I do. No phone calls needed (and I agree, their customer service/organization/training for callers is somewhat lacking). I donate every 8 weeks like clockwork, and I love scheduling my appointment this way. Then it goes into my calendar that is always with me (on my phone), and I don't have to remember anything.Quote:
Originally Posted by Iris lily
Kara
P.S., I know this is a rant thread not a solution thread. ;)
So my beloved happened to mention that some cat shelter near him was having a function (C.A.T in Sherwood, OR), which led me to look it up, merely out of curiosity. They have lots of homeless cats*, each more gorgeous than the next. Truly, I've never seen so many stunning cats in one place: lynx points, tortie points, flame points, snowshoes... But the thought of driving all the way down there and then back with a couple of stressed out cats in the back seat was unappealing. Which led me to check Petfinder for local cats. I do this from time to time and never seem to find what I'm looking for. But I was immediately struck by a familiar face. A very familiar face. I know there's an impulse to try to replace a lost pet with a little replica, and I've always thought that was doomed to failure. But this cat, and her straightforward challenging expression set me back on my heels. http://www.petfinder.com/petdetail/19936028?rvp=1
So I called. What will come of it, time will tell. I don't need or want any more responsibility. If this gets complicated or expensive, I blame it on my beloved, who got the ball rolling.
*It's 2012, there are free spay clinics everywhere. People are idiots.
hahah solutions might be ok. I don't know if he is willing to schedule it that far in advance. But I will mention that to him.Quote:
Originally Posted by treehugger
Wow, that's something. Keep us informed, Chantrell is lovely.Quote:
Originally Posted by JaneV2.0
PMS...menopausel PMS...all day I've been feeling a little off, increasingly tense and grumpy, then I remembered...I am also having insatiable hunger. I ate an entire pan of steamed collard greens and an entire block of sesame tofu in one sitting (it could have been worse, like a carton of ice cream). Actually, that sounds good too.
I also said something really snarky about someone else to my roommate last night and I am feeling bad about it and would like to apologize to her for involving her in something really stupid. It's not even like me to do something like that, but after a few beers and impending PMS, I guess anything can happen.
Meh...
Chantrell is beautiful reminds me of my Zanzibar. I'd love another long hair cat if it wasn't for the long hair.
Um. When the porch light is off, and in fact all the lights in the house are out, YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY CANDY!!! So stop knocking on my door, you drooling mob of cretins. !pow! Ahem.
And, in other news...I'm thinking I just had an instant, visceral response to Chantrell's virtual identical expression (picture 3) to my lost lamented kitty, and that I will just back off and wait until another little urchin shows up on the doorstep. It's not like LLK is replaceable, anyway.
We avoided the Halloween crowd by going out to dinner then sneaking home and going into the house with all lights off but for our auto motion sensor. Fortunately there were not crowds of kids on the street tonight. Sometimes I like Halloween, sometimes I do not. When I like it I'll play along but on my terms.
When a friend asks you via text "Hey, can I stay at your house on Nov. xx-xx?"
and the day before she's supposed to arrive, the text you get is "We'llbe arriving around dinner."
making you want to say no to said friend altogether, which makes you feel like a horrible person, when it was friend's fault she didn't say anything about an additional guest earlier.
My twice a year Pet Peeve: I hate time change. Pick one or the other and stay with it. Repeal Daylight Savings Time!!
I am SO SICK of the robo calls. We're on a Do Not Call list, but I guess the political robo calls are allowed. We got about 7 of them yesterday.........and 2 after we were in bed!!! :devil:
I have to pet peeve Blogger. Regardless of the fact that all of my photos are of similar file size and are jpeg, it seems to pick and choose which ones it will allow me to upload. And the majority get the little orange triangle fail sign. This has been happening since I started using it. Pulling my hair out. And then, sometimes it will put the 'failed to upload' photo into Picasa, which I don't even want to use.. and is baffling that it will upload to Picasa but not onto the new blog post. Bang. Head. On. Wall. I'll just be a photoless blogger, if this continues.. :treadmill:
I am totally with you on this. It takes me at least a week to reset my internal clock twice a year. I simply do not understand the excitement over "we get an extra hour of sleep!" Doesn't work that way for me. *sigh*Quote:
Originally Posted by Florence
Kara
As part of new position, I have something Customs-related that each customer has to renew annually. We need them to sign off on it. No auto renew. I love the customers who just ignore me. They don't respond to phone calls, faxes, OR emails. Drives me batty. We'll see how they are wh this thing isn't renewed and they can't get anything through Customs!
Is there any way you can change to auto-renew/opt-out? You'd hear from them soon enough.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tradd
Nope. We need the paper trail of a customer specifically authorizing us to renew. CYA is a perpetual need in my industry. It's saved our arses before.Quote:
Originally Posted by JaneV2.0
Awkward situation in that my new roommate sprays WAY too much perfume or something on before she goes out at night. My house smells really different now that I have a roommate-her shampoo/body wash or whatever is a wee bit cloying should I say. I am a non-scent-type of person, not that I am allergic per say, I just don't like a lot of scents other than a light, fresh citrus-y smell. Not into baby powdery/floral yuk...not sure what to say or do but I can even smell it seeping into my bedroom :(
That might be a deal breaker for me. My olfactory senses are really powerfully connected to my thoughts/feelings.Quote:
Originally Posted by SiouzQ.
What a bummer!