Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Doesn't matter if it's our personal problem, or a stranger's in the street. Yes, people here will give life lessons to strangers on the streets. Really. We're not emotional; we're very, very opinionated.
Huh, and all this time, I thought it was a NY thing. Maybe the Jewish community has more influence than I thought on NYers. Or is it a Mediterranean thing, what with the Italian, Greek, and Jewish populations in NY.
I tend to be the non-shouter of the family. "I'm 3 feet away from you, we can talk about it, but shouting will not help". Not that I haven't been pissed off to elevate voice, but I try and avoid it. Hurts the ears. Mom will just shut down and sit in the corner and say nothing, let the problem fester for YEARS (like when she came within an inch of being foreclosed on) rather than ask for help. Which means every time we talk, I gotta figure out how to ask if she needs anything, without it sounding like I want to help her. Fun.
I am feeling fragile.
Erin_O, so many brackets for you! {{{{{}}}}}! Your job isn't easy, but know you are making a difference! It's so easy to focus on the one that didn't go right, and forget about the hundreds that did go right. I seem to recall you saying, as a trainee, you were cited for a merit or medal, right? Focus on the good. Bad things happen to people. We can't fix all of them. I hope you get some sleep. Is there counseling available through the work place, someone who knows what the job is about, and can help you talk it out?
Shir, tons of ~ma to your dad, and your whole family! (you included). It's not an easy time.
We're not emotional; we're very, very opinionative.
Yup. It took me about three years to work that out, re: my Girl. It's a very healthy approach to life. It's just quite an adjustment for me, after 30 years of English politeness and Irish repression. My family is *fun*...
~ma for your dad, and your grandfather.
Thanks, all.
It's a very healthy approach to life.
Try telling that to the lost tourists of Israel... At least the locals here know not to take a "yeah, just turn to the left, it's there" statement as The Truth So Help Me God.
Tep, that stuff does indeed rock, but be aware you'll need to go off it at least 12 hours before going in for the pee test that will get you antibiotics, because it masks the UTI.
It is one of the best drugs ever made, however.
It's an azo dye, so it can screw up the pee test. But since there's no way I could even see my doctor before 9 a.m. Tuesday (and realistically, more like post-noon Tuesday), then hopefully it'll make the rest of my weekend much more tolerable.
I also have mass quantities of cranberry juice (as an aside, do you know how hard it is to find real unsweetened cranberry juice, not cranberry juice "cocktail," which is loaded with sugar and very little cranberry?), which is probably closing the barn door after the horse ran through my urethra, but it can't hurt. I know that forcing large amounts of fluids will make me pee a lot, which can only help by flushing out some of the bacteria.
...which might make things dicey if we go see Star Trek. Dang.
Unrelatedly, we tried to go to Taco Bell to get the kids' meal b/c the toy is luchadores you put on your thumbs to thumb-wrestle, and the Taco Bell drive-thru voice over the squawk-box said that their kids' meals didn't come with toys. FAIL.
And wow, is real unsweetened cranberry juice TART!!!
I need some vodka.
kills the pain, helps with healing. Works for me.
And wow, is real unsweetened cranberry juice TART!!!
It is. I drink it diluted with a lot of water. Like, 7:1.
And, related to the Taco Bell debacle, here is the unedited transcript of a conversation that occurred right afterward:
Me
(in really horrible Mexican accent, waggling my thumb): Si, senor, I am el luchadore magnifico!
Me
(in same horrible Mexican accent, waggling my other thumb): No mas, muchacho. I weel beat you down!
Me
(back to thumb #1): No! No wan can keel El Fuego!
The Boy
(waggling his thumb): Arrrrrrrr!
. . .
Me:
That was a pirate! Pirates aren't luchadores!
The Boy:
There could be luchadore pirates!
Me:
No. No, there could not be. It simply wouldn't happen!
The Boy:
I think there could be if they wanted to.
Me:
...I can't talk to you when you're like this.
MASSIVE DORKS.
