Just a bit stuck on the thought of Zen driving a hiace. lol You must have pulled some chicks in that baby.

Fully converted campervan, baby, mags, superdark windows ... 20 years old, rust holes you could put your fist through, and the front part of the roof held on with sticky tape.

Did you have a mullet when you were driving it? Did you tie your surfboard to the top? Did you own a mesh singlet?

Stoppit Ali...you're making Zen sound all hawt.

:lol2:

Parent of my middle school swim team punishing their kid for losing their swim bag by making them miss the meet and write me an email to tell me that. Late the night before the meet after the revised heat sheets are out when apparently the bag has been gone for over a week. They are punishing two whole relay teams. One thing we make clear at the start is if you will miss a meet, we need to know asap and the only excuse for last minute is sudden sickness.

Also, Hector appears to be headed for the last category :( He doesn't look good this morning

It pissed me off when the inch lost his brand new, worn once, climbing harness but it never occurred to me to keep him back from climbing practice. Indentured servitude, yes, of course, but not having him skip practice.

Plus, in his defense there is strong evidence indicating his mother was actually the one who lost it. and if the kids require a shepherd or chaperone or other watcher it seems that they are ultimately responsible for the comings and goings of their charges.

By high school a simple, nagging, "Did you remember your gear?" ought to suffice, though.

I hope Hector feels better.

It's a popular parenting practice -they reckon they only forget lose stuff once, and if they want to parent that way, it's their call, but if the stuff has been gone over a week, they must have known this was a possibility and could have let us know. He only ever made half the practices because of conflicts with another activity and carpool issues, so we didn't realize he was missing because he didn't have his gear. But 10pm the night before, just as I send out the final heat sheet -which they altered because the time for his relay (which I will now have to scratch) was wrong.... grrr.

oh, and go Pandas.

and while we're in the pissing you off thread.... beest being called away on business not getting back until after his mom arrives in a week that demands a two taxi family -notably at airport pick-up time......... and a miracle in the housework department.

and I'm tired.

While we were out, MIL blocked toilet so it overflowed, mopped it up with towels but insufficiently, didn't call us to let us know/ask what to do, and now the ceiling above me is soaking wet

WTF? How do you even ...

Shit.

:rar:

I hope no shit, but laundering said towels will have to wait 'til tomorrow morning. I can almost see -that's too precious to waste doing laundry when there's cellar to read! :lol:

Ceiling is drying out but stained :(

I am really fucking pissed off.

Why do people have to be told they're fucking wonderful all the fucking time, just for doing something to help their own fucking kids???!

As you may know, I volunteered to manage the big boys footy team this season, but I can tell you that if I'd known how much fucking bitching I'd have to deal with from parents and bloody club staff, I'd have told them to stick the fucking job up their arses!

The only thing the parents have to do is take turns to wash the jersey's (which I'm thinking of just doing myself because it'd be fucking easier) and each week, one of them has to wear a vest that says duty official and sit with our team supporters and sort out any parents that make comments which might be considered un-sportsmanlike (which rarely happens, so mostly you just sit there and watch the game like everyone else).

Last night in the weekly newsletter, I mentioned that some parents hadn't volunteered for either of these jobs yet and put a list of the people who had and who didn't need to bother helping out this week.

So what happened?

I forgot a couple of people who had helped out and you should have seen the shit fly. I'm not kidding you. I even had a lengthy text message this morning about how someone's husband helps out all the time at home games blah blah.

The stupidest part of it all was that I even said in the note that I knew I'd forgotten a couple of helpers but clearly everyone wants their fucking recognition.

Fuck them all fucking arseholes!

This is what has upset some parents.

m*therf*cker..... lost the post reply......ggrrrrrrrrrrrrr

--

short and sweet this time.

Ali, good luck, you're gonna need it.

In our large scout troop, we have one fundraiser that has compulsory attendance by the parents. We have a calendar for them to sign up for the shifts they want to serve. And we have people whose job it is to compare the roster with the schedule and make sure everyone has signed up for their shifts, attends their shifts, and calls the slackers to get them on the schedule.

You will not get 100% participation if you just leave it at volunteer. People have to be be motivated by the thought that they have something to lose, like face in the newsletter. As for the people who DID serve but were not listed, psh.. Also unavoidable. Publish another list, saying Sorry I overlooked A B C, they're a great help but I forgot to mention their names. Thanks A B C!

Then, don't look back. Or, give A B C the job of making sure all the jobs are filled.

My stoopid fucking back is troubling me again. Sit for morethan 20 minutes and upon standing back up I appear to have aged about a half century....either that or I've been hypnotised into doing duck impressions everytime I stand up. takes like 10 minutes of walking about to straighten back up.

Then every so often it proper goes. Like, I stretch at the wrong angle, or I sneeze whilst bending to pick something up etc etc.

This has been the case on and off since it went really bad last month.

So, why am I suddenly posting in the pissed off thread? Well, to add to the joy f back pain, I seem to have either a stomach bug, or eaten something my body didnt like. Ate whilst out and about late afternoon, came back and have been back and forth to the temple of the porcelain god ever since. Not sure of the timing means it was tha food that caused the problem, or just that, as the first thing I'd eaten today it was the first to trigger something.

Bleh.

Puking whilst trying not to put my back out is a wretched way to spend a Friday night.

UGGGG as I am off work for over 6 weeks so far, due to a bad back, I feel your pain! I am so sorry to hear you are sickly during this time. I know how much pain it is to sneeze with issues with your back.

Dana, Jaydaan - try to get Treat Your Own Back from the library or wherever ...

I'll look it up.

I do have some exercises I am supposed to be doing. And I'm also supposed to alternate hot and cold presses whne it gets bad. I've been doing some oft he exercises...some of the time. Not as regular as I ought but more than I ever have in the past. Most days i do a little. The hot cold gel packs are just such a fucking ballache ya know? Not sure they do anything either.

So...am still feeling shitty. But havent actually been sick since last night. I'm trying to work myself up to maybe eating a little something. Toast or something. Wish me luck!

Pilates, people. Boring as all hell, but many success stories.....

I kind of like the idea of pilates. But...I don't like the idea of attending a class, and there's nowhere in my house with enough room to do it.

You get to choose which type of pain you would rather endure..... ;)

heh. Aye, there's that :P


On a serious note, one of the best exercises for the back, supposedly, is a good walk. I walk all the fucking time. I walk every day, several times a day, probably amounting to a couple of hours in two or three chunks. Not counting the to-ing and fro-ing, I'm talking going for a walk. Always have. Even when I didn't have a dog (for a few years) I used to get my headphones on and fuck off for a long walk several times a week.

I think along with considering pilates, and various other attempts to sort out my back, I shold probably get my arse in gear and buy a new mattress. This one's fucked. It's been fucked for ages. I know it's a major factor. That and the computer chair, in which I spend far too much time to be putting up with the slight slant, and the slopy seat.

:p


[eta] oh yeah and, 'lift with the knees, not with the back' etc when removing two stone of puppy from the bath

Work is pissing me off. Non-union 2 class gig means 9 hours on site every day. No time to prep or write reports on kids progress that's all homework. Administration dumped a bunch of 3 year olds on me mid-year whose needs and behaviors don't fit the program, disrupting progress for Special Ed and Typical kids alike. It feels like a goddamn daycare. And I had to call DSS on a family, I hate hate hate to bring the law into someone's home, it violates my very core beliefs. But I'm a mandated reporter my ass is on the line when you don't care for your child.:mad2:

Walking is only good if you have the correct posture and the core strength to maintain it throughout the walk

1) We bought a new mattress a month or two ago. SOO COMFY! Money SO WELL SPENT.
2) I use a kneeling chair - I've been lucky to find two in the local charity shop
3) uh-huh!

My "present" when I was away from home last time (Glasgow?) was a new bed.
I resented it at the time, as it meant the 'rents poking around in my room and binning things without consent.

But OMG. My love affair with it is still palpable, especially when Diz wakes me up at say 04.53. Whaaa? Huuhhh? Oh, more sleepy time on supportive mattress, lovely [spray water in catface]

A good mattress is a thing of wonder.

John Sarno -- Wrote the definitive book on healing back pain.


I know several people who have been cured permanently after reading this book and putting the doc's advice into practice.

Then you'll be kicking your ass for not doing it sooner, like I did.:o
I used to work with a guy having back trouble, until the doctor told him to put a magazine under one cheek of his ass on his work chair. That did the trick, a chair just the thickness of a magazine out of whack, can screw you up.

That could explain a lot in my case.

Oh ffs.

Skin's gone mental. Think it's infected again. It's exploded to about 75% coverage over the last 24 hours. Feel like a sausage that's about to burst it's skin.


[eta] I seem to have hit one of those periods of one-thing-after-another.

Does that mean your back is all better? :)

That's just mean, Glatt. I was going to let that mattress lie for a while ...

Nope, it doesn't. It just means I have bad back and bad skin:P

my exercise gear got knocked into a coolbox full of water. Even my trainers are soaked. now I'll have to work out in.... I don't know what. maybe Hebe has some stinky sneakers I can steal......

fefuxake. there's an exploded can of cherry cola in the basement. Don't even have time to deal. ttyl, monster fans. off to pull some godamn weeds. grrr. and work out. in my b-list gear.

I go to physio 3 times a week right now, and on the 29 I get assessed for a rehab course. It is 2 weeks to 2 months long, and it teaches you how to treat your back nicely, as well as strengthen everything in order to get back to work. It includes gym work, walking, hiking, yoga and I 'm not sure what else. All I know is it is 4 hours a day, 5 days a week, and each day is something different.

As soon as we get back on our feet financially, I will get a new bed. (been a REALLY bad winter/spring: car broke down, dog died, hubby's knee surgery, fridge died, and now my washer died!!! ACK) Good news is hubby is back to work 3 days a week, and I am getting WCB, so my physio, pain meds, muscle relaxers and wages are being covered.

My other option is a rent to own programme. I know you pay 3 times as much, but I will be able to afford say $60 a month, and get a new bed now... instead of saving up the $1000 or more and suffering until I do come up this the $$$. I am starting to think the $2 a day is well worth it!

Got stuck working late again tonight. At 10:56 pm, I discovered that my Jeep had been broken into.

Of course its raining like a fuck. Of course its blowing toward the smashed out window. Of course it takes the cops 17 minutes to arrive and another 45 to call in a forensic equipped car, and then run back to the station for the fucking camera while I stand there getting soaked from the sideways rain.

shitpissandcorruption.

sorry man.

There was blood in the car. They think they might actually catch them. There were 10 vehicle break ins tonight, and they are rare in cherry hill.

All they got of value was a check book....Some cds and a couple dvds... I think. My radio, ez pass, jar of quarters in the glove box all still there...

fucks up my day off. ...insurance deductible is $250.... Assholes.

Gah, Jim, that sucks. Hope they catch the idiot.

Dude, blood in the car? Was this like an injured druggie looking for medical supplies? That's not terrifying or anything. I hope they catch him soon.

He must have cut his hand on the broken glass. Finger smudge on my headrest, drop on the center console.

Just called the bank and stopped payment on the checks that were inside... Waiting for a return call from my insurance agent. I'm in good hands.

I go into a restaurant in the middle of winter about -8 outside. I came out to my car alarm blaring asshole broke the passenger window got nothing and I had to drive an hour freezing my ass off with a blanket trying to keep the air out . I know this feeling well Jim, sorry it happened to you.

It happened to J last month and she was parked on the 6th level of her garage. Fucker got nothing.

Well, I hope this prick gets an infection.

dude, that sucks!

Totally sucks. I hate that shit. You're just trying to live your life and mind your own business and some punkass has gotta fuck things up. Like breaking into your car. Like running into your car and leaving.

I hate punkass punks.

I'm usiing the 'hate' word a lot today. I think I need to write a poem: An Ode to a Sidler. That will help bring my blood pressure down. Until I hear his mealy mouth grub-worm-like brain hholding court on whatever ELSE it is he knows enough words to to make it sound like he's a goddammed lifelong professional.

He's got a freaking mail order bride who spends her time spending his money on his house. And she won't fuck him until they're married. He's DUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

Yoohooo, Sidler? Are you listening? Stop worrying about MY job, and E's job, and T's job and FIND SOMETHING HELPFUL TO DO.

kthxbai

(having a serious backslide...I'll be OK in a few, just feeling overwhelmed, with reason.)

Tanks for listenin'!

And we're breathing....innnnnnnn.....and, ouuuuuuttt.... Pay close attention to the change as you go from in to out. Find the instant it switches. Focus in tighter and tighter until its just a tiny spark in your mind.....

Ahhhhhhh......


Hang in there woman!

That right there made me laugh! Thanks man. :)

I knew a guy in NYC who always kept his car doors unlocked so thieves wouldn't smash a window to get in. He would go on and on about how clever he was.

They smashed his window anyway.

Yeah, I knew a woman (in fact, the craziest of them all during The Reign of Terror) who told me that when she had her convertible she'd leave the windows down so no one would cut her lid to get into her car and steal her cassette tapes. Whaaaaaaaaaaaa?

Stupid.

My lid needs replaced anyway. And I can't guarantee Smasho Fucko Jr ain't gonna ram into me the second I leave today anyway.

(It's been way too long without a beer. Whatcha got brewin' over there, foot?) :)

Dad and his "tidying away".
Happened before and will happen again.

Going to Borough Market tomorrow with Mum (famous London foodie market but also her mother's old stomping ground.)
Wanted to take photos - natch.

No.
I have the camera.
I have the plug.
But where is the cable?

Dad got quite aggressive when I asked.
Now I know he has Alzheimers, And I know he forgets things. But I stood up to him without being rude or accusatory. Mum and I know that he is the only one who squirrels away leads and plugs. We also know that there are only two of each that we need. He had leads for everything he owns - playstation, camera, videocamera, phone, scanner etc etc etc.

So yeah. We'll go to Borough market with Mum's camera tomorrow.
But I'm pissed off that mine (gift from Dani, really getting to know it now) is out of commission just because Dad says "I don't know - it wasn't labelled."

Grrrrrr.

Sorry Jim, those douchebags really piss me off. When I was young and evil I had razor blades fastened all around my stereo in the topless CJ. Never lost anything but a pair of sunglasses to a ah... sanity challenged ex.

Sorry Sundae, old-timers disease is the suck.

:cool:

1 -- haven't lost a window yet with that strategy, and I'm actually up one nice knife. have lost some change.

2 -- NYC. get a rope.

This guy was a complete schlimazel.

bully hockey coach

Harry Hill?!