Good news! :celebrat::juggle:

And people think being an executive is easy.

welcome home, glad you're safe

Three British girls gone to join ISIS.
Stupid bitches.

Sorry, I always said that if you scratched the surface of this liberal there is a reactionary core.
I hate ISIS like I hated the IRA. I don't give a damn what religion you are dressing it up in, if you love killing, you need killing.

These girls are leaving their Western lives, with their good Imams, their decent Dads, their family lives, and going to a place where the Prophet's words are ignored. ISIS don't educate girls. They use them to breed killers. That's not the Islamic faith.

Stay there. Eat the pie you made. Serves you bloody right if your support enables one decent person to be killed. And by decent I don't mean Christian. I mean any creed or colour or faith.
I've been forgiven a lot. Forgiveness I probably didn't deserve. And I was older than 15.
But I never, ever set out to kill anyone other than myself, or support anyone who did.

Silly murderous children.
Sigh.

Now now, they're just rebellious. Children have always been rebellious, remember sneaking outside for a smoke at school dances?
We must have patience, and assure them they are loved, while they "find themselves".

Hopefully, they'll "find themselves" scattered over an acre of desert. :angel:

Wait.







They have pie?

This isn't upsetting me now, but it did earlier.
I ran into a nutter earlier today. I mean he really was raving and it was just my luck to encounter him in an empty street before 08.30 in the morning, so I got both barrels. And when I say I ran into him, I wish I had.

Instead I put my "I can't hear you face on" while I walked past and he shouted abuse at me, my figure, my clothes and my actions (me walking into my f*cking door seemed to be particularly offensive to him).

Now I'm not really bringing gender politics into it, because the man was more than a few napkins short of a Happy Meal, but I hated the fact that he brought my mammaries into his harangue - bearing in mind it's a Sunday morning in February, it's cold and they are well hidden under woollens. And the fact I felt so vulnerable in daylight right outside where I live. In many ways it would have been worse if I'd been a man, because then my ego and sense of self-respect may have come into it and I'd have felt emotionally required to challenge him rather than just move-along-nothing-to-see-here. And that wouldn't have been right or decent or satisfying either. It would have been worse yet if I'd been with a man, because he would then have gone through it all on my behalf. The shouter was certainly not capable of making judgements regarding his own risk - he was shouting in an empty street before I wandered along - possibly at a bus.

Having been through a mental health ward, to various NA and AA meetings and currently going through a programme which brings me into intimate contact with ex-addicts of all flavours, some of whom have less than sterling previous life choices (myself included) it seems so unfair to find it by chance too.

Meh. I honestly am over it.
I suppose the day I don't think its worth commenting on is the day I've given in to the madness myself.

Well, that's a helluva way to start the day...

...I started my day by checking to make sure Slick had food in his bowl.

:sniff:

:(

old habits...

Find younger Nuns, V.

Aww Grav. It's horrible when it catches you unawares.

I am not even a grown-up. I can't make ends meet on part-time hours and I'm back to being sick to my stomach worrying about paying bills. I just applied for another part-time job at a local video store. I cancelled my cable and internet, effective tomorrow. I can't reduce my phone package until I pay my past due amount. I can reduce my car insurance, by increasing deductibles, knowing as soon as i submit the request someone will run into me. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of being alone and trying to do this all by myself when what human being can? Yet I don't see anything changing anytime soon. I do love my new job, but I'm falling back into deep depression because I can't pay my bills and it doesn't seem like things should be so hard.

:( so sorry. I'm in a funk today as well. I'm meeting with a special needs advocate/adviser tomorrow regarding finances for my son now and after I'm gone etc etc.
She gave me a list of all the documents she needs to get started. I don't even have 1/4 of the stuff on the list. No stocks, bonds, investment portfolio etc etc etc. I suck. :(

Stocks, bonds, etc. are part of the process, but... and it's a big "but",
this is an even more important time for you to put in writing what you want
and believe is reasonable for your son when you are no longer around to give guidance.

Attorneys and CPA's are all too often involved with the fiscal and legal side of things.
But the role of the special needs advocate is also to include the
support and guidance that parents are no longer able to provide.
Guardianship, level of independence, religion, parenthood, on and on...

Pls, take this aspect of the process to heart and give it the attention it needs.
This will also get you past some silly notion that you "suck".
.

Yeah no suck at all. The people who do this have to make sure they haven't overlooked something, that would be unprofessional and uncool. the way to avoid that is to make a checklist of everything anyone could possibly have. "Possibly" makes it a very long list, but about the only thing not on the list is that bottle of hundred year old scotch tucked away. But then, we'll probably drink that at your funeral. :p: Seriously man, you don't suck because you don't have all those things, nobody has all those things.

Also, you wouldn't want to hang with people who used that list as the measure of a man. :headshake

Sorry to hear this.:(

I hope you get the other job you applied for. And Spring will be here in just a couple weeks.

Woke up 4 hours ago with one hell of a piercing pain in my lower back, and it's still not going away, webMD said to rest for 48 hours but it gets worst when I lay Down.

If this is my body's way of telling me "Welcome to your 30s", it has one sick sense of humor.

Go see a chiropractor. They will pop that nonsense right back where it belongs.

The Walking Dead season four.
That nice man out of Teachers has just killed some piglets.

In other news, I stepped on my glasses today.
Thankfully I had enough funds to replace them. Unthankfully I won't get said replacement until 7 March.
You don't get to demand things when you live on handouts.

Classic, you do not suck. Just keep on being a good dad to your kids.

:thumb::thumb:

Also:

Sorry about your back,Traceur, but...

Howdy, and welcome back!

I really need to lose weight. Today I ripped the seam of the arm of my shirt while wearing it. And I wasn't even doing the Hulk pose. :thepain:

Looks like you been eating your spinach.

Upset is probably the wrong word - but certainly makes me feel very sad:

J's sister has just been diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer - best case 2 years, likely much less.

J has many half siblings - but Em is his one full sibling. They were very close as children - then things got very rocky (all to with his Mum and the abusive home they grew up in) and they didn't speak for about a decade - a few years ago they got back in touch with each other, and though they didn't recover the closeness, and they've been up and down since, it is clear that they love each other very much at some level.

J was supposed to be coming over during the Easter break, but he's just heard the news and Jan says he has barely left his den since then. They're going over to Manchester on Monday to see her.

I always had a soft spot for Em - even when they weren't in contact and even when she was a real bitch for a bit - I always liked her. In recent years we haven't spoken much, but the odd facebook message now and then - and a few years ago we all got together for J's graduation and then for J's Dad's 60th.

I'm sad for Em, and for her kids who are too young to be losing their mum. Mostly though my heart is breaking for J - alongside the grief of it all the whole sorry slew of missed years, misunderstandings and shared familial damage will be swirling around in his present in a way that won't be easy to deal with.

And my heart breaks for J's dad too. The idea of him losing his eldest daughter appalls me.

Fuck cancer.

Damn. Sorry D. Was it smoking related?

Fuckin cancer. That sucks, sorry Dana.

ugghh. Thats terribly sad. Fuck Cancer.
Just found out another classmate of mine was "re-diagnosed" - now its in her lymph nodes. 6 months or so ...

They just keep coming. Sorry man.

Fuck cancer

So sorry Dana. :(

The lying two-faced front-end manager at my job. Stupid cunt is too dumb to realize there is a paper trail to prove her wrong, but really.....why should I have to deal with it and take time out of doing my job to show she fucked up at hers. To the person she last laid the blame on behind their back. sigh. Why can't people just be honest and do their job?

They're people.

People suck.

Welcome to the "working" world. This is an almost everyday occurrence for me. Mostly, its my immediate boss. Puts me in a very crappy situation. Sadly the managing partner doesn't want to hear it. He's got his "Yes-man" and will hear none of it. grrrrrrrrrrr.

Didn't need to get the proof out. Fortunately she is not the boss of me -I'd be long gone voluntarily if that were the case. The boss of me is a very savvy gentleman who has her number and tore her a new one over this without me having to say a thing. And now I know for sure who is "not my friend". :lol: With the added bonus of her being so dumb she thinks she's fooling everyone. ah well. I am no longer upset.


It would just be a nicer place if people could tell the truth. Yesterday she came to me with a photo she had taken of an old sale price sign that should have been taken down (which adds to the problem we are dealing with) She wanted my backing in blaming that department and agreeing is wasn't her fault. When I said, "actually, you can blame me for that one, I must've missed it when I got the others" she was all "oooh no, I'm not going to blame you, I won't report it, then". I told her to go ahead, the department and I share that task and I'll accept responsibility -the situation is unchanged, a sign was missed that caused a problem.... but she wasn't having any of it. I guess she thinks she's "done me favor" now :rolleyes:

And knowing is half the battle.:thumb:

It's a shame, though. We have no need to be in competition. Oh well, her loss

Sorry I deleted that last post. I've tried posting about it numerous times and I was set off today but it's really still so upsetting to me that re-reading my own words made me even more upset.

Ugh. Sorry. :(

Sorry Infi! I hope you get past this.

Thanks. I will someday.

Do Brits leave out the definite article there, or did you just do that?

I've heard the phrase "I'll do you a treat." I'm confused.

Fargon, she's not British any more. Didn't you see the pic of her and Beest getting their Americanisation passes?

Sent by thought transference

I know that she is not British anymore. I think that your were addressing footfootfoot.

You're right Fargon. Please accept my apologies. X

Sent by thought transference

I r 2 still british:) but twas a typing fuckup. cant trype in either language

I'm also confused ... I thought 'a' was indefinite and 'the' was definite ... as for the treat, I'm all for that.

Your definitely right there, Ortho!

Sent by thought transference

indefinite. Yes. I leave in out sometimes and add in when I oughtn't.


On to other, more doleful tales:
The mm wanted to bring the six new chicks who are pretty much feathered out to their new outdoor quarters since it was such a mild day. The establish hens were not thrilled with the young turks (see what I did there?) and would menace them.

We made a little shelter for the pullets apart from the hens that would exclude the hens.

Six went in but only five came out this morning. No sign of forced entry, no blood, nothing. Eerily, my son had asked me earlier what the TV show X-Files was...

So we brought the pullets back inside until they are a little bigger.


Bonus round:

Mr. and Mrs. Bigger had a baby. Who was the biggest?

The baby because he was a little Bigger.

Tooms

Thank you. I'll have to use this one.

I like something that will do me a treat.
I don't like people who do me up like a kipper.

Something occurred 2 weeks ago and it is still weighing heavily on me.

We were up in Pennsylvania visiting my oldest child, my son who left the US Navy after a period of PTSD. Up until a few months ago he had been sort of a caretaker for his mother (my ex) who has failed at handling her own affairs in the years after our divorce. My son had given her a place to stay, handled what little money she had and put up with her BS. It was very stressful for him and his wife, but especially for him with the depression he had from the Navy. Anyway at Christmas while his mother was visiting our daughter near Seattle he made the decision that she could no longer live there as it was making life miserable. So, we visited and in general he and his wife are so much better, less stress and depression. But during our visit my son asked me if he could ask me a very personal question. "Sure" I said knowing questions from my kids like this usually mean a followup question about my marriage or divorce.

He asked if I had ever cheated on his mother and given her an STD. I was shell shocked, for a moment I thought he said LSD! I told him no, I had not and had never even kissed another woman during the 14 years of our marriage before we split up. Then he told me she had told him and his wife I had cheated and given her an STD and it wasn't with a woman but a gay man I used to work with occasionally. Well my wife and I were pretty shocked and when I got home I called my son in Alaska who is currently the caretaker for the mother. I asked him if she had ever told him this story and he said yes recently she told him and his wife. He told me he didn't believe it and just chalked it up to her attitude to life and how she still blames everyone else for all that has gone wrong in her life.

So that night I sent an email to both of my daughters asking about this. My youngest daughter told me her mother told her this lie a year ago when she had stayed with her and her newborn baby. I did not hear from my older daughter so I called her this past Sunday and we talked. She admitted that she had been told this but it was a few years ago when she was finishing college and there was no mention of an STD or a gay encounter. So, Sunday afternoon I sat my youngest son down who lives with us and asked him. He said he had not heard this. Not sure if I fully believe him as he is very close to his mother and is planning on being the next caretaker for her later this year if he can get enough money to get a 2 bedroom apartment.

So I am really pissed and hurt. This bitch who dragged me through a divorce in 1996 and then took my kids away from Houston to live in California and did everything she could to make visitation hard has now raised up and told a major lie about me. But what bothers me almost as much is that while the kids that admitted they were told this fault their mother to some extent, they just chalk it up to mom being mom.

My oldest daughter's wedding is planned for September this year and she and her sister both told me that while they understand how hurt and mad I am they hope I will be civil while at the wedding. I have been nothing but civil over the years and have attended other events with my ex, a wedding, various holiday gatherings, etc. I guess it bothers me that they want me to confirm I will be a nice guy yet no mention is made of their mother being nice.

I am thinking about not attending. My daughter is 31 and she and her fiancee are handling all of this. We even mutually agreed some time back that I won't walk her down the aisle as she is an adult.

Still undecided and I have time to let it settle down but I am royally pissed off.

God, Chris, that's awful.

But - I'd hesitate before allowing her bullshit to stand in the way of your presence at your girl's wedding.

Yes, I have time to let the bad feelings settle down. Just not sure if I will say anything more about it. My daughter who is getting married seems more angry with her older brother for stirring all this up and asking the question. I'm just glad he had the balls to ask me, I could have gone to my grave with the kids wondering if this was true or not. She should really be more upset with her mother but that seems to be another story.

well, that's a seriously shitty thing for her to say and do. I'm sorry you've been tarred like this chris. It doesn't sound like any of your kids give any credence to her lies, though they still do cause harm. Of course you can't change anything about her, nor what she says to other people. I think it's smart to protect yourself with whatever space is necessary to keep from getting splashed with her shit, but I find it very sad that you might not attend the wedding of your daughter as a result of your ex wife's bullshit.

As for saying anything more about it? What could you say that you haven't already said? Not counting talking to her about it, because, what a waste of breath that would be. I've been in a similar situation for years where my ex has had the ears of our kids--god only knows what poison has been dripped into their ears--but they've grown to be able to tell the shit from the shinola.

I'm reminded of the aphorism posted outside the church at the start of RHPS:

Be Just and Fear Not.

They'll get it right, even if the ex doesn't.

After everything is over and done with, right before you leave, tell her you're sorry that she was hurt enough to make up lies to this effect. Do this profusely, if you can stand it. Make her feel like shit. And if that don't work, tell her it wasn't a gay man, it was her bff, her sister, or her brother. Or her brother and sister.

:D

I feel for ya, Chris. I probably wouldn't bring it up. I'd just look at her, smile, and chuckle. Out loud.

Or ...be cordial, and lean in to give her a hallo hug and whisper "you've lied to everybody and made up a story about me sleeping with a man and giving you an std - how sad is that?"

Then break straight away, still smiling and speak to someone else, like all you said was a friendly greeting and a comment about your daughter's wedding.

I'm with Dana and Grav.

It sucks when kids give their crappy-other-parent a pass, but it helps to remember that when you add up all the years, they have had to put up with more of her crap than you have, and they will have to continue dealing with her crap even after this particular tempest. They may know all too well that making a big deal about this will only make their lives harder in the long run.

If this is the kind of person she is, then she would not feel bad even if confronted anyway. She would either double down and accuse you of lying, or find a way to make up a better lie next time so she will be believed. Better to treat her like the child she is. A smirk is always more powerful than a yell. Oh, and make sure you dance very happily with your beautiful wife all night long. :)

It could have been much worse, really.

She could have said that he beat her with a stick, or something...worse.

Yeah. That's true Grav. Also - it's such an outlandish accusation to make - that it's unlikely to be believd by anyone.

No, it's perfect. If she claimed he beat her with a stick, where's the wounds, where's the damage, where's the corroborating evidence? She was smart enough to choose something that most people wouldn't pursue out of embarrassment and sympathy for the victim. STD covers a lot of ground and there are many that don't show outward symptoms.

She may be evil, but not stupid.