What pissed you off today?

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The atrocities perpetuated and excused by the Penn State athletic department, when children were being raped and abused, over and over, by an assistant coach.

For over a decade.

These people should be strung up by their nuts, and the football program shut down.

I can't even begin to tell you how disgusted I am over this story. It just perpetuates the notion that they're all in each others back-pocket, so to speak.

Stupid parents fighting.

Sorry, michelle.
Hang in there!
:rose:
 
Trying to get my thoughts out of my head and into words others can understand is just not working!!

And my freaking cell phone typing abilities isn't helping!! UGH!!!!!!!!
 
The demons of self-doubt chasing me around again. Thought I had beat them off, but all it took was someone asking me out on an actual "date" to set them on my tail again :mad:
 
The demons of self-doubt chasing me around again. Thought I had beat them off, but all it took was someone asking me out on an actual "date" to set them on my tail again :mad:

Go on the date. They would not have asked you on the date if they did not think that you were worth spending time with and getting to know better.

Even if it doesn't go well its great practice for "the date" that does go well with someone that just connects with you :)
 
Go on the date. They would not have asked you on the date if they did not think that you were worth spending time with and getting to know better.

Even if it doesn't go well its great practice for "the date" that does go well with someone that just connects with you :)

Oh I'll go, my mouth said yes before my brain and fears kicked in. I had thought of saying I forgot I was busy, but I'm neither a liar or a chicken so I'll go...okay, I'm chicken, but I'll still go, lol.
 
Trying to figure out wtf isn't working correctly when I try loading a gif.

Going batshitcrazy any second. aaahhhhhh
 
Gigantic razor sharp cleavers dumped in the dish water with flatware, hiding under the soap and crud for me to discover when I put my hand in there. Again. It's a miracle I've only been cut once. What is so hard about putting sharp objects on the counter where I can see them?
 
The fact I slept in, spent too much time on Lit , when I vowed to return and didn't get any work done! Oh yeah and my sister bothering me for money again.
 
Taking a mental health day off for myself, then letting everyone else take it away from me...
:(
HRUMPH!
 
Broke another chair at work. Or maybe I should say another chair broke when I was sitting in it. I'm far from the heaviest guy in the bunch, but I do happen to work after the heaviest of the bunch does.

How come it's always someone other than the real culprit that the chair breaks with? It looks bad when it keeps breaking with me. But at least I can fix this one. And it will be better than the crappy original factory made chair ever was. I feel a little like Tim "the tool man" Taylor! Arrrh, arrrh, arrrrh! :cool::D

That chair is now put together with aircraft bolts. It ain't ever gonna break again. Well...at least not where it did before.
 
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So... I wandered off to the local grocery to pick up some bread this morning (because we were out, and I decided I wanted some French toast for breakfast). Got the bread - and *her* 100% Whole Wheat bread was on sale for $1.40 off, so I got two for her - and drove home peacefully enough listening to Shania Twain.

Pulled in the driveway (backwards, as is my wont) and parked, got out of the car with my two lightweight bags, rounded the front of the car with the intention of passing between our cars, and hit a slickery - very slickery - spot in the snow/ice/slush just as I stepped and pressed my left foot down for a slight (20º or so) change of direction. My left foot zoooooooooooomed forward at slightly under the speed of light while my right foot remained pretty well planted right where it had been, resulting in my doing a remarkably poor imitation of a cheerleader's semi-split (the one where one leg goes straight out and the other is bent at >90º and balancing the person).

Unfortunately, my aged body doesn't stretch and bend in those directions, or at least not that far in those directions. Even before my carcass hit the cold, snowy ground, I felt either a tendon, ligament or the muscle in the back of my left thigh give way in a manner bespeaking instant and probably long-lasting pain. It's a good thing I have ample supplies of hydrocodone on hand. I'm going to need them. <Sigh>

Some kind thoughts, positive vibes, and/or prayers would be appreciated. I'd like to be at least reasonably mobile within a few days, and my current land speed rate is measured somewhere around .08 tortoise.
 
Lots of thoughts, prayers, etc. for you, Sir W. Hope you get to feeling better really soon. :rose:
 
Lots of thoughts, prayers, etc. for you, Sir W. Hope you get to feeling better really soon. :rose:
Thanks, Bunny. I'm not sure if it's the heavy dosages of hydrocodone or the good vibes comin' up from the south, but it *is* somewhat less painful, at least at the moment. I'm hoping that whether it's a pull, strain or tear, it's just a minor one that I can heal up fairly quickly.
 
So... I wandered off to the local grocery to pick up some bread this morning (because we were out, and I decided I wanted some French toast for breakfast). Got the bread - and *her* 100% Whole Wheat bread was on sale for $1.40 off, so I got two for her - and drove home peacefully enough listening to Shania Twain.

Pulled in the driveway (backwards, as is my wont) and parked, got out of the car with my two lightweight bags, rounded the front of the car with the intention of passing between our cars, and hit a slickery - very slickery - spot in the snow/ice/slush just as I stepped and pressed my left foot down for a slight (20º or so) change of direction. My left foot zoooooooooooomed forward at slightly under the speed of light while my right foot remained pretty well planted right where it had been, resulting in my doing a remarkably poor imitation of a cheerleader's semi-split (the one where one leg goes straight out and the other is bent at >90º and balancing the person).

Unfortunately, my aged body doesn't stretch and bend in those directions, or at least not that far in those directions. Even before my carcass hit the cold, snowy ground, I felt either a tendon, ligament or the muscle in the back of my left thigh give way in a manner bespeaking instant and probably long-lasting pain. It's a good thing I have ample supplies of hydrocodone on hand. I'm going to need them. <Sigh>

Some kind thoughts, positive vibes, and/or prayers would be appreciated. I'd like to be at least reasonably mobile within a few days, and my current land speed rate is measured somewhere around .08 tortoise.

Lots of healing thoughts being sent your way. Hopefully, it is nothing major! :rose:
 
So... I wandered off to the local grocery to pick up some bread this morning (because we were out, and I decided I wanted some French toast for breakfast). Got the bread - and *her* 100% Whole Wheat bread was on sale for $1.40 off, so I got two for her - and drove home peacefully enough listening to Shania Twain.

Pulled in the driveway (backwards, as is my wont) and parked, got out of the car with my two lightweight bags, rounded the front of the car with the intention of passing between our cars, and hit a slickery - very slickery - spot in the snow/ice/slush just as I stepped and pressed my left foot down for a slight (20º or so) change of direction. My left foot zoooooooooooomed forward at slightly under the speed of light while my right foot remained pretty well planted right where it had been, resulting in my doing a remarkably poor imitation of a cheerleader's semi-split (the one where one leg goes straight out and the other is bent at >90º and balancing the person).

Unfortunately, my aged body doesn't stretch and bend in those directions, or at least not that far in those directions. Even before my carcass hit the cold, snowy ground, I felt either a tendon, ligament or the muscle in the back of my left thigh give way in a manner bespeaking instant and probably long-lasting pain. It's a good thing I have ample supplies of hydrocodone on hand. I'm going to need them. <Sigh>

Some kind thoughts, positive vibes, and/or prayers would be appreciated. I'd like to be at least reasonably mobile within a few days, and my current land speed rate is measured somewhere around .08 tortoise.

Sending healing thoughts your way and don't forget that the tortoise did beat the hare :)
 
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