My cats are here, I have my own bedroom… what do I do?
I’ve told him bluntly: “Look, man, you have ALL THE POWER here. The house, the job, the health insurance- BE AWARE of that when you try to control me. I’d rather ditch everything I own and adopt out my cats then live here with a control freak. I will pack my backpack and hitchhike the fuck outta here if I have to- I will disappear and you’ll never see me again. I mean it. I have nothing left to lose.’
Tabby Lavalamp
13 years ago
Spearhafoc, and why not? They ARE cool. The Doctor was right, dammit.
It’s huge to me… I love it. I wish I had some kind of power that could get me out of this life I have… my cats are wondering why I’m crying again. Crybaby me. *hugs Ami back, being careful not to ruffle the feathers on her angel wings, and wipes the tears and snot off on the back of her sleeve*
And, now I go to the dentist, paid for by dude’s state employee insurance that he put me on so I could get this cavity fixed and get some psych meds. I mean, shit! I need the help! Was I supposed to refuse it? I am in conflict… I have to make this work somehow. Boundaries must be set… I have no other options.
Bee, thanks for posting that Scott Adams link. I checked it out and wrote a quick post about it, in case anyone wants to take another whack at that old drama queen.
Doctress- I just got back from the store. I’d say you could crash here, but our rooms are full (I moved in with FoSB back in March because I was a delivery driver, and the car i had finally paid off died a hard death. Threw a piston rod. We fought a goodly bit for a while.) And we have two roommates in our 3BR. Living with a control freak sucks. Are you dating my ex? Sheesh. I’m setting up to make home made turtle candies if you want some 🙂 I was going to get myself food from Takumi as a treat tonight, as FoSB has a shellfish allergy, so I never eat sushi anymore. But Hy-Vee had dubious looking rolls and I couldn’t resist.
Bee: If you go back, DeKalb now has a sushi place! It’s pretty good. I used to work there as their delivery driver! I’m going to be photographing the whole process of caramel making, and chocolate-enrobing 🙂
chocominties
13 years ago
Baking? I might be late to the party, but my favorite is always pumpkin choco chip bars. I think they contain 2 sticks of butter. Mmmm, butter.
David, yes, it sucks. But, it could always be worse. I am not in any immediate danger. I’m just scared and frustrated at my lack of independence and my inability to re-acquire it.. I’m sorry to vent about it here. /end derail and complaining
Scott Adams must be a real barrel of monkeys to hang out with. I wish I could meet him so I could laugh in his face. I mean, really, he’s nothing special- just another misogynist putz.
I’m sort of glad I never got into Magic. It’s been years since I played DnD and I still can’t stop making funny if-DnD-were-in-the-movies-and-Real-Life jokes the FoSB (not a nerd at all) Just does. Not. Get.
Ah… cookery. I teach it. As a point of information, your thermometer is likely to read a bit higher than the actual temp because it’s at the edge of the pot.
Maybe I’ll start some bread today… then again I’m housesitting, so the needed cloche is elsewhere, and using a motorcycle to move things isn’t the most useful way to move a dutch oven…
and… FoS. I see you are at the limit for visible photos on flickr.
If you want to have all your photos (from here forward) visible, you can do it. The trick is to make a group, and import all the photos to it. The ones which are lost to view will still be visible in the group.
You can control access to the photos as well, by controlling the levels of access in the group.
Most of the unviewable ones are just from ghosts of apartments past 🙂 In fact, almost entirely the one where I lived with RAGEarmydude. I’d rather forget that 😛 Or, it’s my most recent place before this one looking junky post move. I’ll keep it in mind though! Also, that’s the only thermometer i could find, the side clip ones :/
Skyal
13 years ago
Gah, you people are reminding me I’ve been promising my family cinnamon buns since Christmas. It’s too fipping hot to bake today, though.
I love pear-shaped cats surrounded by leggy women. I don’t get this photo at all, but I love every part of it. Thanks for sharing.
Arielle
13 years ago
My interpretation was that all of those human ladies are single, lonely women who cling onto cats because no man wants an evil, feminist woman who just wants to steal a man’s sperm and take all his money. The cat is a lesbian, and she’s evil because cats are automatically evil (according to anti-feline MRAs), and she’s luring human women into becoming crazy old cat ladies. She already has those silly human women wrapped around her little paw.
We Hunted The Mammoth
@ filetofswedishfish:
D’oh! Is there anything you’ve always wanted to learn how to make?
*hugs* 🙁 you’re in Madison WI? I’ll ask around, see if I can find a couch for you… i’m so sorry 🙁
Fezzes are cool.
What? Somebody had to say it.
*cocks gun*
My cats are here, I have my own bedroom… what do I do?
I’ve told him bluntly: “Look, man, you have ALL THE POWER here. The house, the job, the health insurance- BE AWARE of that when you try to control me. I’d rather ditch everything I own and adopt out my cats then live here with a control freak. I will pack my backpack and hitchhike the fuck outta here if I have to- I will disappear and you’ll never see me again. I mean it. I have nothing left to lose.’
Spearhafoc, and why not? They ARE cool. The Doctor was right, dammit.
Back on topic… that cat is cute. Not as cute as mine, but close…
*hugs Doctress* : I rly hope you will be ok 🙁
http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx134/ami_angelwings/Magyc%20Cards/DoctressJulia.jpg
I made this card last night to cheer you up.. i know it’s not much in the grand scheme of things…:|
It’s huge to me… I love it. I wish I had some kind of power that could get me out of this life I have… my cats are wondering why I’m crying again. Crybaby me. *hugs Ami back, being careful not to ruffle the feathers on her angel wings, and wipes the tears and snot off on the back of her sleeve*
And, now I go to the dentist, paid for by dude’s state employee insurance that he put me on so I could get this cavity fixed and get some psych meds. I mean, shit! I need the help! Was I supposed to refuse it? I am in conflict… I have to make this work somehow. Boundaries must be set… I have no other options.
Doctress, so sorry. That sucks.
Bee, thanks for posting that Scott Adams link. I checked it out and wrote a quick post about it, in case anyone wants to take another whack at that old drama queen.
Doctress- I just got back from the store. I’d say you could crash here, but our rooms are full (I moved in with FoSB back in March because I was a delivery driver, and the car i had finally paid off died a hard death. Threw a piston rod. We fought a goodly bit for a while.) And we have two roommates in our 3BR. Living with a control freak sucks. Are you dating my ex? Sheesh. I’m setting up to make home made turtle candies if you want some 🙂 I was going to get myself food from Takumi as a treat tonight, as FoSB has a shellfish allergy, so I never eat sushi anymore. But Hy-Vee had dubious looking rolls and I couldn’t resist.
Bee: If you go back, DeKalb now has a sushi place! It’s pretty good. I used to work there as their delivery driver! I’m going to be photographing the whole process of caramel making, and chocolate-enrobing 🙂
Baking? I might be late to the party, but my favorite is always pumpkin choco chip bars. I think they contain 2 sticks of butter. Mmmm, butter.
Also, can we maybe get an IRC going?
OK, real quick before I go…
David, yes, it sucks. But, it could always be worse. I am not in any immediate danger. I’m just scared and frustrated at my lack of independence and my inability to re-acquire it.. I’m sorry to vent about it here. /end derail and complaining
Scott Adams must be a real barrel of monkeys to hang out with. I wish I could meet him so I could laugh in his face. I mean, really, he’s nothing special- just another misogynist putz.
I make a mean baklava, and I have developed a vegan version. 😀
*runs out the door
Here’s fat grey tuxedo cat meeting the new arrival, Mimi:
http://i651.photobucket.com/albums/uu240/hellkell_photo/lilmimi.jpg
@Filet you know I’ve been making too many magic cards when I read 3BR to mean “3 colourless mana, 1 black mana and 1 red mana” xD and not 3 bedroom
I’m sort of glad I never got into Magic. It’s been years since I played DnD and I still can’t stop making funny if-DnD-were-in-the-movies-and-Real-Life jokes the FoSB (not a nerd at all) Just does. Not. Get.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/47990454@N06/
There’s my progress so far. The caramel has to cook to 250, and it’s taking a bit. Also, my pups, and the crispy pig’s head from two weekends ago.
Ah… cookery. I teach it. As a point of information, your thermometer is likely to read a bit higher than the actual temp because it’s at the edge of the pot.
Maybe I’ll start some bread today… then again I’m housesitting, so the needed cloche is elsewhere, and using a motorcycle to move things isn’t the most useful way to move a dutch oven…
Decisions, decisions.
and… FoS. I see you are at the limit for visible photos on flickr.
If you want to have all your photos (from here forward) visible, you can do it. The trick is to make a group, and import all the photos to it. The ones which are lost to view will still be visible in the group.
You can control access to the photos as well, by controlling the levels of access in the group.
Most of the unviewable ones are just from ghosts of apartments past 🙂 In fact, almost entirely the one where I lived with RAGEarmydude. I’d rather forget that 😛 Or, it’s my most recent place before this one looking junky post move. I’ll keep it in mind though! Also, that’s the only thermometer i could find, the side clip ones :/
Gah, you people are reminding me I’ve been promising my family cinnamon buns since Christmas. It’s too fipping hot to bake today, though.
I love pear-shaped cats surrounded by leggy women. I don’t get this photo at all, but I love every part of it. Thanks for sharing.
My interpretation was that all of those human ladies are single, lonely women who cling onto cats because no man wants an evil, feminist woman who just wants to steal a man’s sperm and take all his money. The cat is a lesbian, and she’s evil because cats are automatically evil (according to anti-feline MRAs), and she’s luring human women into becoming crazy old cat ladies. She already has those silly human women wrapped around her little paw.