Oh, and sink still not fixed. He snaked it and it seemed to break through, but when he put the part on it still won't drain. I'm back to draining into a bucket, but at least I was able to do the dishes.

Now he thinks he needs to crawl around underneath and if the blockage is anywhere past my place's pipes it's the responsibility of the landowner.

Does anyone know?

It's always something. Nothing is ever easy. (insert favorite cliche meaning 'life, quit fucking with me on everything' here.)

Feeling a little nauseous, and vacation starts tommorrow at noon.

I'll follow you around with Pepto-Bismol if you'll take me along. ;)

Regarding the sink, another possibility is that something is blocking the vent pipe that comes up through the roof. Like maybe a bird's nest or something. Although usually that would lead to a sluggish drain, not a completely blocked drain.

omg I had no idea there was a pipe that did that! Yikes. I'll mention it to my friend. Thanks glatt.

Yeah, if you don't have vents, then you get a vacuum effect that will keep the water from draining well. So every fixture is connected to a vent pipe. Sometimes they can get blocked up above if an animal puts something in them.

Like the green pipes in this picture.

See what you can learn in the Cellar? :)

Yeah. Well, with a kitchen sink, it's more likely a grease build up. Or food or something else in the drain.

I felt a bit mean when I read this. We have a temperate maritime climate. It really doesn't get ALL THAT cold or ALL That Hot.

And certainly not by the standards endured by Merkins & Aussies.

So I'm the whiner here.

Autotune.

If you have a good voice, you don't need it. If you need it, just don't sing. I'm tired of hearing it.

It's what you are used to. If a person isn't acclimated to it, it will be harder for them.

When we have April heat waves in the high 80s, I'm miserable, because I expect it to be in to 60s. But high 80s would be pretty nice now, since it's been in the high 90s for the last few weeks.

I just know you love snow, Sundae! I'm anti-snow. Snow bastids!

It really is what you're used to, though. When my extremely southern friend talks about having snow, it is to LAUGH for me. Puh, you don't know from snow. But when he talks about the heat they get...I just shut my mouth for the most part because we don't typically have this kind of long-term enduring heatwave.

It's like how you can pick out tourists from Ohio and other similiar climates when they're in FL in the spring. 50 degrees and the tourists are in shorts and t-shirts just loving it. The locals think we're all bonkers. :D

But what would all the "country stars" do, they can't get by on hats and fluff alone! Or can they? :D

I fit in very well in Great Yarmouth.
The locals and Southern tourists were dressed up like Mum & Dad.
I was dressed as if I was on the Costa Del Sol (Southern Spanish resort)

But a lot of tourists in Gt Yarmouth are Northerners.
They've never seen the sun before.
So that glowing ball in the sky is at once peculiar and surprisingly hot.
In Newcastle young people wear enough to keep them legal on nights out, and not much more. Ditto Manchester and Blackpool. That's darting around the country, but I'm going by personal experience.

Again, tongue in cheek, certainly no criticism meant.

I can deal with temps into the minus figures (centigrade) without a coat. Which makes me a freak of nature. I have nothing to prove except that I carry too much insulation.

But we rarely even get that these days.
I have three layers of outside clothing.
Sorry, four.
1. No, Mum I am NOT putting anything else on, I will melt!
2. My trusty black wool cloak, except children try to hide under it during my lunchtime supervision
3. An actual jacket - white, with fake fur trimmed pockets, which I bought when I realised the hiding issue as above
4. A pink sheepskin coat which I can only wear for about 10 days a year and can never walk in, as the speed I walk warms me up far too much to carry something that cosy.

I like coats & jackets like I like shoes.
Lovely, lovely, lovely.... oh dear, completely impractical and a waste of money.
Outer clothing makes me die of over-heating, shoes slowly bleed me to death by raw blisters.

Form D.

Application for confirmation of continuing appointment.

Essentially, apply for my job all over again. (This time it is permanent, though).

It isn't even due until October.

It will probably have transcended mild irritation by then.

I have heard of academics not bothering to apply for a promotion (with an extra $10,000 per year) because the form is such a pain.

I'm guessing that the position is guaranteed to be yours still and you're not up against any competition. Will you have to re-interview?

for an extra 10,000 a year I'd pay someone to fill out the form. :D

My insurance company has bent me over and is now preparing themselves to...well, you know.

at least you get personal service.. I have to rely on emails. :neutral:

You get bu55f**ked via email?

Does it hurt?

they are all in french so by the time I get them figured out the pain killers have kicked in.
:p:

painkillers, pubs, money; English country cottages for sale, living in Suisseland - you're in witness protection, aren't you?

you're starting to worry me Bri.... do you catalog my posts ?

No. I just have a superior memory when it comes to painkillers, pubs and money. :)

still................scary

That's Scary Spice to you. :p

Rosie, my patrol car, has explosive diarrhea. She sputters, then backfires 2 or 3 times, and then squirts a little black stuff out of her rear end. Sigh. It looks like a long day

In bed with flu like symptoms today. This is so lame.

Poor Kerosene! You've been having a time of it. Just remember that this too shall pass.

home Down in the back ,
What the hell is it this year
Sholder , Knee , back , Cold ,
Hell I allways sell BACK sick days ,
this year im going to be dipping into my vacation time !!!

My messiness and disorganization is making me lose money. sigh....

Lola if a Cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered Mind , what does an EMPTY desk tell ya ???

Thank goodness my desk is never empty... :D

Zippy: Sorry to hear you're sick, dude. Check your stars, must be in a bad position this year. :p:

Thanks, Sam. Feeling better today.

So Michelle wasn't feeling well when we left Indy last Sunday...by the time we got to St. Louis, she was in so much pain that we wound up at urgent care, then in an ER. Originally, the doctors thought her gall bladder was the issue and they were going to remove it...then they noticed that some of her liver enzymes looked bad. So we came home to KC to have the liver issues checked out.

Yesterday she went to her PCP, and he was alarmed by her white blood cell count. It is indeed her gall bladder causing her issues, and there was talk of removing it last night. But her other blood work looked good, so now...we wait. It will come out sometime between Monday and Thursday. She has been feeling better since last weekend, but has been really lethargic and sleepy. We just want her back to 100%...wish they'd just pull the damn thing out now. :-b

Health issues are the suck. Good luck guys. g

i'm constipated. damn it!!

I've got figs. Want some? :D

Who is Michelle? I hope she gets it fixed soon.

Michelle is my gf...we've been together several months now.

Same thing happened to me bro, spent 4 days in the ICU trying to figure out what was wrong. Often the best choice, in an acute attack, is to do with her what they did to me, send her home on ATB for 3 or 4 weeks and "cool" her down from the acute event. Then bring her back in a few weeks and take it out. Experience has shown them that doing it that way has a better recovery and outcome. Doing it when it is acute, every thing is hot and inflamed, scar tissue is worse afterwards, chance of infection higher, etc. I know that is not what you want to hear but it is best that way. Good luck...

Sorry to hear about Michelle, Syc.
Good luck for her recovery.

I'm a little irritatated because my great plans for today have all fallen apart.
We were supposed to go up to London mid afternoon, meet my Godfather, go to Covent Garden and meet my bro, browse, watch street performances and then go to the theatre. All within a small area, little walking and nice treats for me (Peter always slips me some money and gets the drinks in, whether it's a beer or a diet coke).

Peter has had to cancel - for a very valid reason.
Now Mum has resurrected a plan we'd prettty much nixed. Go to Knightsbridge and visit the Brompton Oratory.
This makes the journey longer, more expensive, involves more travelling on packed Tubes and more walking. I've just spent three days walking around with Mum, hearing all aboout her corn, her bunion, the shooting pain in her groin, the fact she can't "march off" like me. I was really hoping to avoid that scenario, and have an enjoyable day for me.

I'm not interested in the Brompton Oratory, or in Harrods or in Harvey Nicks (when I don't have a penny to my name I mean). I get no pleasure from trailing round expensive shops, or going to see a church I'd never heard of before.

Don't get me wrong - had this been the plan from the beginning I'd have indulged her. I'm not a completely selfish bitch, I will do things for other people. I just think today is the wrong day and the wrong occasion to be doing it. She should do it with Dad on a separate trip - they can go and have a glass of champagne together.

Sadly, she's bulldozered me a bit.
Have to grin and bear it.
Just disappointed because I was looking forward to it, and now I'm not.

I guess it can't spoil Much Ado About Nothing Tonight.
Can it?

My 19 year old is driving me nuts.

He needs his own apt.

Bri, if my Mum was posting here I've no doubt she's say the same about me!

Just to update, Mum did a complete about-face re the Brompton Oratory.
So I'm glad that despite whining here, I had put up an appearance of good grace about it.
Except she didn't tell me until we were on the Tube, which meant we left far too early... Never mind.

Had a most excellent day.

Oh, heavens, no! Not even close! you cook and clean and manage your own life. My son just generates trash - and he doesn't know what a trash can is for let alone how to use one. Why can't he throw his popcorn bag away? Why can't he replace the TP roll? Why can't he put his stuff in his room? He has the biggest room in the house yet he uses my living room as his bedroom - even sleeping on my couch instead of in his own bed. He leaves his size 14 shoes laying around for me to trip over, he uses waaaaay too many bath towels and hand soap...it's driving me batty.

Just keep in mind that down the road, some poor girl will get to deal with all this and you'll be free to devote your time to bird watching and chrochet. ;)

Tell him you will be increasing his rent to cover the cost of the cleaning lady you are hiring to clean up after him.

Wait, what? You're not charging him rent?

You need to go back to mom school, honey. Keep your (mom) pimp hand strong!

Brianna: "Where's the rent money, punk?"
Brianna's Kid: Some bullshit excuse.
Brianna: flying bitch slap "On rent day, I want my money. Not SOME of my money, not MOST of my money, I want ALL my money."flying bitch slap
Brianna's Kid:...

flying bitch slap

I didn't know you were into folk dancing, Zippy. Who's your partner there? ;)

The only thing I ate differently on Saturday were figs but since then, my stomach's been hurting. Had heartburn Saturday night. And since then, everytime I get hungry, my stomach hurts and it'll continue to hurt. Ugh...just remembered what I needed to buy today, Alka Seltzer. :(

Who's your partner there?

Why YOU Of COURSE !!!!

Lola
Get some Zantac , 75 waht everes help me , But they have 150s as well

:smack:

Of course, how could I forget? You were divine.


Seriously, the look like they're doing the highland fling or something.

Seriously, the look like they're doing the highland fling or something.

Step in for a turn , I dare ya !!!

What's mildly irritating me is that I had an erotic dream about a woman I know who is going through a divorce.

I'm not there so can't ( ok shouldn't ) comment... but I've never known a mother ( including my late sainted mother ) to complain of a son using too much soap.


:rolleyes: :p:

This was yesterday... We're at Hershey Park and it's 9:40 PM... the kids and I are in line for Fahrenheit. had been in line for 20- 30 minutes at this point... and 3 girls... 16-17 yrs old, maybe... Excuse themselves to pass in line saying that their friends were up ahead and they wanted to join them... The friends had been there the whole time I had... and it's not like these girls had been in line and got out...

so I bellowed, "Sure, go right ahead and cut the whole line! I'm sure no one will mind!" REALLY LOUD.

I made sure the people around heard. Then the one girl ...as she passes ... says... "you know you could have just said no...." So I told her, again loudly, that I preferred to embarrass her. And enjoy your ride.

It was one of those rare moments where I actually said out loud what I meant when confronted with assholery. Usually, I think of it 3 minutes later and wish I had. I guess I was pretty tired by then. Long day in the hot sun... I wasn't grumpy or anything... just... That's a dick move.

Good move LJ.
Saying No gives them something to bitch about.
Embarrassing them (the ultimate horror of any teen) stays with them far longer.

Stoopid line-cutting witches.
Hope they wet themselves on the ride.

"Line-jumping is not a sport."

That's what the signs at King's Island say. And line-jumping is a good way to get your butt kicked out of the park, or beaten up by ticks...I mean thugs.

FUNNY... I told my kids that I wished zits on them. they lolled.

My neighbor has a fetish about his driveway. He reseals it every year and every year he's out putting crack sealant in all the cracks. It's always perfect. And now they are out there with heavy machinery, repaving it, when it totally did not need to be repaved.

This annoys me because when I hear loud trucks outside my house I assume they are coming to get me.

they ARE