And pmdd has reared its ugly head once again.
And pmdd has reared its ugly head once again.
On a similar note, "I love my grand dogs" bumper stickers. I understand the meaning, but my brain looks at it in a totally wrong way. I start thinking, "What did your children berk to make one of THOSE?
I just found out that a friend of mine is moving away. He's a really cool guy that I've enjoyed knowing a lot these past few years and he's about to relocate all the way to Texas. It has me a bit bummed out.
After having to get up earlier than usual at the end of last week for meetings at work and failing to get to be correspondingly earlier, not getting as much sleep over the weekend due to things needing to be done, and getting woken up in the middle of the night Sunday AND Monday nights for different reasons, I finally had to call it quits yesterday morning and call in to work sick to I could catch up on sleep. Yay? Not as much so as I'd like...
We needed to have the playbill for SWMBO's non-profit's upcoming show to the printer by today, which meant it had to be done and emailed off before going to bed last night. One convenient upshot of having to stay home and sleep in was that once I got up, I could spend the rest of the day working on it. And I did, eventually getting finished (or so I thought) a bit after midnight after making the corrections SWMBO found in proofreading it. We had made it through about half of the opening monologue of Colbert when it hits SWMBO that had completely left out something rather important that needed to be in the playbill- so back up to the office I went and spent another 45 minutes moving things around, re-organizing the pages, and getting it converted to the format the printer needs. Good thing I got way more sleep than usual...
More normal minor rant- the co-worker a cube over has been making tacos for breakfast for the last week or so, and it's driving me nuts making me want tacos too...
I got my first ever bonus!!!!
The rant? Uncle sam got something like 75% of it. Really? At this pount i woulda rather had a steak.
My wife agreed to watch her cousin's puppy while she went to India for 3 weeks for work without asking me. She sold it as a "summer job" for our youngest son but he is away at soccer camp all week. I was pretty berkeleying clear that I didn't want more dog responsibility, especially one that is only 10mos old and not housebroken very well. (we have 2 adult dogs already) Still... here I am working from home while my wife is out all day. It's not the dog's fault so I really can't be a dick to the animal.
I have not successfully got her housebroken yet, but I managed to teach her to respect the radio fence so she can hang out with the other two, outside all day. And as an added bonus... to chew on women's shoes. I think maybe I'll put her in my wife's closet for an afternoon nap.
mtn wrote: And pmdd has reared its ugly head once again.
Dude: I am a better, more mature adult than I was 10 years ago, I admit that. I take full responsibility for my half of any marital strife that has occurred...
... but I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of serious arguments we have had since DW got her hysterectomy 7 or 8 years ago. Before that it was almost a, well, monthly occurrence.
Hey, remember that rant a page back about them cutting back our hours? We now go home at 10:00 instead of 11:15.
berkeley me, right?
Duke wrote:mtn wrote: And pmdd has reared its ugly head once again.Dude: I am a better, more mature adult than I was 10 years ago, I admit that. I take full responsibility for my half of any marital strife that has occurred... ... but I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of serious arguments we have had since DW got her hysterectomy 7 or 8 years ago. Before that it was almost a, well, *monthly* occurrence.
Yeah--I am definitely not innocent in these arguments either, but nearly none of them are argument worthy and there is no calming them down. I'm basically at the point where I just go out and mow the yard or change the oil, no point in being around it. She can't help it, I can't help it...
mtn wrote: Yeah--I am definitely not innocent in these arguments either, but nearly none of them are argument worthy and there is no calming them down. I'm basically at the point where I just go out and mow the yard or change the oil, no point in being around it. She can't help it, I can't help it...
Mowing the lawn; I am still within her ballistic range.
This is where motorcycles come in very handy. I feel a small pang of regret occasionally for abandoning the children to the malstrom as I sneak out thru the garage ... then BRAAAAAPPPPP. All better.
How about a self directed minor rant? I am the kind of person who considers buying a new motorcycle because the rear brake on his current motorcycle is sticking slightly. I do not like that about myself, but it's true.
Bonus related rant: I can not find the service manual I bought to go with this motorcycle. It has to be here somewhere... WHERE THE *%^$ IS IT?!
About 5-7 years ago we had this series of windy days and the garbage cans kept blowing away.
I used a couple bungie cords to attach the cans to the garage door handle. Next time I went to open the garage door I was quite shocked to see my garbage cans taking flight and my door getting a little bent.
A little while after that, my wife managed to close the garage door on the car. Bent the door a little more.
Last night, the little support section in the middle that the hinge attaches to finally bent enough that it broke.
I was able to repair it with some welding, spare steel, and rivets while watching the GRM Live about fasteners but in the process I whacked my finger really hard while using the rivet gun thing.
It hurts and I don't like it. And I honestly don't know if my rant is that I had to fix the stupid garage door or if my rant is that my finger hurts.
wae wrote: It hurts and I don't like it. And I honestly don't know if my rant is that I had to fix the stupid garage door or if my rant is that my finger hurts.
Knee decided it wants to act up again, halfway through the day. Hopefully if I'm nice to it for the second half of the day it will behave itself, or I'll be limping the bicycle home this afternoon.
I have too much crap going on over the next week and a half to be limping around. 
Dear Wife: I've had this Track Day scheduled for over a month, I've put it on the Google Calendar and on the physical calendar in the kitchen. I've talked about it in your presence many, many times. I've gotten my helmet out, cleaned it and put it in the bedroom in plain view.
So, why. Why are you surprised when I remind you that it is this Friday and that I was curious if you were interested in coming out and watching? You didn't answer that question the last few times I asked and really I'm just looking for a little support and excitement from my partner.
Why do I have to remember and support ALL of your events, while the few that I manage to do get ignored or forgotten?
so I am in the midst of replacing the ABS sensors on my Disco. Driver's side went smooth as silk. I should have known the passenger's side was going to be a pain when my 20v dewalt impact gun could not spin 3/5s of the lug nuts. Now I can't get the stupid disc off of the hub to get at the sensor
Stefan wrote: Dear Wife: I've had this Track Day scheduled for over a month, I've put it on the Google Calendar and on the physical calendar in the kitchen. I've talked about it in your presence many, many times. I've gotten my helmet out, cleaned it and put it in the bedroom in plain view. So, why. Why are you surprised when I remind you that it is this Friday and that I was curious if you were interested in coming out and watching? You didn't answer that question the last few times I asked and really I'm just looking for a little support and excitement from my partner. Why do I have to remember and support ALL of your events, while the few that I manage to do get ignored or forgotten?
Because she can find a new penis anytime she wants.
Why can't I just finish something before starting something else? Is it some sort of mental illness or something? Seriously. Got the deck half painted last summer. Brush half cleared. Duster close to finished. Challenge car close. But nothing is ever actually crossed off the list. I get 90 percent of the way, and move on to something else. Then i have to redo stuff because i lost my place or it went to E36 M3 from not being done.
I piss myself off.
Crown came off a toof last night while flossing. Called the office this morning but the call always went to message. By lunch time I left a message to call me back. How many berkeleying HOURS do you need to reply to schedule an appointment?
I understand stuff happens and the scheduling thing, but puh-lease touch base at least.
I never wanted this crown in the first place, when they found insurance would cover it they were like you NEED this... no I berkeleying don't. It's been a PITA since.
Between the original fitting/ temp crown and return visits are over six visits now. Not the first time it came off, first was two days later, more later. I could do a better fit w/ a berkeleying Dremel.
When will it ever be fixed correctly?.... many Lexus payments later.
Dusterbd13 wrote: I got my first ever bonus!!!! The rant? Uncle sam got something like 75% of it. Really? At this pount i woulda rather had a steak.
46% with state and federal out here. Take solace that you get most of it back when you file.
On my own note its going to be a 12 hour day here. But I have the whole office to myself and its quiet which is a nice change in my life.
Apparently "It's raining" is now on the dog's list of "Things to bark about at 3am."
Long, semi-complicated rant ahead.
TL:DR - Air Canada and Toronto Pearson Airport can eat a bag of dicks.
Flying back to the US last night, via a regional jet. Here's a "map" of the terminal. Gates F85-F99 are the ones usually used for regional jets. The area consists of relatively small rooms connected by narrow (by airport standards) hallways. It has been way too small for years now, and they are finally expanding it, which means it has temporarily shrunk even more. The final room, has maybe enough space for 2-3 small aircraft worth of passengers, if all the seats are occupied, and one layer of people are lined up on the back wall. There are at least 10 gates in the final room. However, 9 of said "gates" are on one end of the room, and rapidly connect back to each other in a breezeway on the tarmac. Last night, at those 9 gates, there were 8 flights scheduled to take off within a 30 minute time range, including mine. It was insanely crowded, standing room only, and you pretty much needed to push around people to get to your gate. Just one huge mass of people jammed together in a germ stew. Several people went to the wrong gate, so had to be re-directed, and they still tried to load the damn planes by zone, which means people had to push past other people getting on the same freaking plane, not just people getting on other flights.
They really should be planning the timing better, as the other rooms in the regional part of the terminal did not have flights stacked up as tightly, so the distribution could have been a ton better. Also, the jetways at the airport are able to be used on the regional jets, so they could have shuffled a few flights into the main part of the terminal, as planes weren't stacked up as much there.
And another minor rant for this trip, I ended up in the 1st row, since my flight was full (which isn't usually common on a Thursday evening flight, usually just mostly full), and had to stow my backpack a few rows behind my seat, since I didn't have underseat storage. Fortunately, I remembered to grab my Kindle before stowing the bag.
Every track day this year has been at the same time as an autocross or offroad rally...but now they've scheduled one that's not! It's 2 days after I'll fly to Ontario on vacation 
I really hope they start doing track nights once the lights are in. My navigator who also competes in autocross has been talking about booking a private track day for the people who want to go to one but don't want to lose championship points.
Dusterbd13 wrote: Why can't I just finish something before starting something else? Is it some sort of mental illness or something? Seriously. Got the deck half painted last summer. Brush half cleared. Duster close to finished. Challenge car close. But nothing is ever actually crossed off the list. I get 90 percent of the way, and move on to something else. Then i have to redo stuff because i lost my place or it went to E36 M3 from not being done. I piss myself off.
I never put it together until a while back when we were getting the boy a diagnosis of ADHD. The councilor asked about my history and the then wife jumps in about how I'm "Mr.90%" because I always start projects and get them close enough. But never quite all the way across the line of fully complete.
Apparently I have adult ADD and it's likely you do too.
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