I worked today. Man, I hate this job, and I feel really guilty saying that, because my students work 2 jobs at minimum wage and are in school, and I could quit if I wanted to and live off my husband for a while.

I have never worn glasses. That actually seems odd; I feel like more people wear glasses than not.

Weird. My mother and sister got mad at me because I refused to go to someone's house without calling ahead. Like, seriously irritated that I'd become Americanised. But, even if they'd put out a general invite for the day before, they're both elderly and seriously sick and not answering the phone. If I can't check it's okay to visit, fuck you, I'm being American, and I'm not going over.

I later got through to the house, and they were both asleep. So now, at least my mother, who was recently very ill and being tired out by endless visitors has conceded my point. But they were pissed.

Let me know if you want me to forward all your reviews to your mother.

eta: Oops, that almost sounded snarky. Not intended! I'm pleased for you.

Heh. Well, the comment I didn't make was that I hate that all of this is meaningless and irrelevant (to my parents) since I'm not fucking married.

(Hopefully when you take the car to the dealer it'll be covered by warranty or something super easy to fix?)

I'm going to take it to these guys for a look since they appear to be well regarded and they're specialized in transmissions. I hope it's just a simple thing. I haven't experienced any major performance issues or heard any weird noises or anything, so I can't imagine the transmission is completely shot.

I hate that all of this is meaningless and irrelevant (to my parents) since I'm not fucking married.

It does seem ridiculously unfair, as if the only thing you were good for is breeding. I mean, yes, children are important, but what's the point of children if one doesn't also do some good in the world?

IMO, anyway. But any monkey can have monkey babies: not everyone can teach, or write a play, or act.

But any monkey can have monkey babies: not everyone can teach, or write a play, or act.

And...all the involuntarily childless stab themselves in the reproductive organs...

ita, I applaud you for holding fast to politeness. You were being nothing but considerate, and I do not think of that as American anymore than Canadian or English or Belgian.

OK, more housework, diahwasher loaded and running, load of laundry in, folded laundry taken to rooms, matched up receipts with items to be returned. And a small thing, but I got the state quarters re-attached to the US map which 1 got them off the counter, but also used up the last remains of two rolls of clear tape, so now we only have one tape dispenser taking up space in the drawer.

I was going to run errands, even got showered, but the neighbor came over for a playdate with mac, so I am just going to do the errands tomorrow and do more stuff here.

You know what's weird? I have found that living in a house without a dishwasher has made me much better about dishes. I do them more often, so I don't get as annoyed with putting them away (never mind loading a dishwasher; always dislike unloading it). Never would have guessed I wouldn't miss a dishwasher. I can see it being a pain in the neck if it were more than just myself I was washing up after.

Ooh. Dinner's ready. Homemade lasagne that I didn't have to make, woo!

My new dishwasher is old school (there's a lever! and a dial!), and it cleans old school too. I got used to leaving food on dishes, but with this dishwasher, in order to get it clean, I have to clean it almost as much as if I'm just washing it.

When geeks spawn.

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I know several people who love their progressives. I've never been able to adjust to them. They have a sweet spot--almost like a peephole where focus is optimal (u c wut I did there?), the rest of the lens doesn't have that razor focus. H almost wrecked his truck because his peripheral vision was so blurred he didn't see the car that ran the stopsign on his right.

That's exactly what I dislike about mine -- my peripheral vision is so blurred it's almost as bad as my uncorrected vision, and the field of vision that's actually useable is too small.

My new dishwasher is old school (there's a lever! and a dial!), and it cleans old school too. I got used to leaving food on dishes, but with this dishwasher, in order to get it clean, I have to clean it almost as much as if I'm just washing it.

That's my dishwasher too. Old school. I didn't know there were dishwashers that didn't have levers and dials... but it works, so I'm not shopping for a new one just yet. 2012 is the Year of Saving Money, for me. I haven't had a savings account since I spent all my money moving here in 2009. It makes me nervous, not having any cushion at all.