I am a hurtin' unit
The ribs still refuse to stop torturing me. The burns can all go to hell. There's this really mighty 3rd degree one on my right calf. Of course, this is directly under the leg splint for my right knee. A pretty 2nd to 3rd on left inner thigh with meandering road rash. Real fun. I go to ortho on Monday for the knee. Oh gee... I can't wait. As far as suing... not my style. Will if I have to but choose not. The driver was a FoAF, brand spankin new bike, not yet properly licensed. Driver agreed to pay all medical expenses. So far so good. Oh and how did the driver fare? A couple of scratches. On the bike and a good bit o' my skin on the hot bits.
Bad Moon Rising
Due to Isabel, had no power from Thursday evening until this afternoon. Due to ride on brand spanking new Harley Saturday evening whilst behing sideswiped by an SUV, am down for the count on pain killers and cursing SUV driver. Have 4 broken ribs, mashed knee and numerous burns with road rash Film at 11...
PS : am on percocet and gin- please excuse typos
My daughter insists that she go to school tomorrow with "French" braids. I knew her hair was quite unmanageable and unruly but I thought she was over the top calling it French. /silliness
Advice on coif technique of French braiding hair for my Princess desperately required. Preferably with photos as I am most assuredly a visual apprentice.
I believe I have fulfilled my stupid quota for the day and it's not even 10:00 in the bloody morning!
I drove my young daughter to school as usual. But - I was driving a friend's auto - being all gentlemanly and stuff. You see, she was nearly on an empty tank and was fearful of running out of petrol before refueling. Being the chivalrous gent that I am, I, um erm, offered my services.
Said auto is what my child oft refers to as a "Punch Buggy
can't punch back!" She then proceeds to smack me out of my driving induced meditative state. Ahhh! I am awake! Need Petrol.
I have never driven a Punch Buggy. I know nothing about them. I now know... The petrol tank is on the passenger side. Do not pull up to a pump on the wrong side or attendant will be displeased. I now know to take auto out of drive whilst looking backwards intending to reverse. I now know to punch the petrol door button instead of the hatch button which are a mere millimeter apart from each other. I now know this will result in hitting the attendant in the head with the rear hatch door whilst he is standing over the petrol door waiting for it to open.
I have learned that my daughter thinks her father is the funniest man alive or the most daft. I'm not sure which as she was still giggling when I dropped her off.
:-( Despair, Inc.
- Increasing success by lowering expectations
Link via: Andrew
Just add a little mustache, darken the hair, maybe switch out the flags. We're talking pure gold
We have got a nation of Manchurian Candidates who are training on video games.
The makers of the bestselling video game Grand Theft Auto
are being sued for more than 60m pounds which is the equivalent of a shitload in U.S. dollars. It appears that two teenagers said they were copying its violent scenes
when they killed a man. ... I fail to see how the responsibility of a consumer's stupidity rests on the shoulders of the manufacturer.
Remember my nutter sister?
Prior to moving I did the unthinkable. I inadvertently got on her bad side. I had the audacity to disagree with her on a ridiculously minor issue. She has caused me no end of grief since - The least of which is something I am forced to spend much valuable time addressing. And the worst is having to spend a night in jail the day before my scheduled move. (more on that later)
She has inundated my email by signing me up to every spam worthy website she can. I get countless "curses" via nutter psychic/voodoo doll sites. I get spams from any and every known entity sending and resending information regarding "my" requests. These include my full name and former address. I do not want to have to change the email address I have had for years. I am getting junk snail mail ad nauseum being forwarded from my former address. My mail now comes in a box! She has threatened, via email, to call the former Mrs. Mac and "do everything she can" in attempt to cause harm to the status of my custody of my children. (Luckily, she does not have my current address or telephone number.)
I am not concerned with her calling former Mrs. Mac. I am, however, concerned that it has been a bit over one month and I thought she would have tired of her campaign of retribution for my transgression. What can I do?
Moving erm… movers suck...
After much research and extremely thoughtful deliberation I very carefully selected the asshat moving companies of all moving companies. Being the bright gent that I am, I made sure our things would arrive at our new home 2000 miles away with plenty of time to unpack prior to the beginning of the school year. I contracted for this. I paid for this. I expected this.
Asshat Vanlines picked up all of my worldly belongings on 12 August. My contract clearly stated that said belongings would arrive between 18 August and 2 September. With that window of time one would think they could accomplish this relatively simple task. Christ! Lance Bass can get to the moon in a shorter period of time!
As of today, my entire life in boxes was still sitting in the state of origin! Hello? It has been sitting in the warehouse for 36 days! As soon as the truck finally pulls in and I have filed my rather extensive delay claim, I shall wreak holy hell with this company.
I should really do this. She has some good ones...
One just can't get enough
photos of drunk people.