Tomorrow my dog has to get surgery because the vet thinks she has some sort of mammary gland cancer :( my other dog also has cancer and my rabbit has lung cancer and will probably die in a few weeks :( it's like I'm cursed or something!!!
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Tomorrow my dog has to get surgery because the vet thinks she has some sort of mammary gland cancer :( my other dog also has cancer and my rabbit has lung cancer and will probably die in a few weeks :( it's like I'm cursed or something!!!
Not really a "bitch it out" post but just ranting maybe? I think rant is the right word. Not sure but I need to get it out of me and I figured here was the best place. Warning, its depressing.
Today a man from my mothers church was taking his 9 year old daughter to a school meet. Well it had been raining all day and the roads were wet. They collided head on with another vehicle. The daughter had to be airlifted to the hospital and saddly died on the way. The father, from what I understand did not suffer any fatal wounds and physically will be fine. I feel really bad for the family especially since they just had their fifth child and that baby will never know her sister. No parent should ever have to go through that and its not fair that the poor girl never got to start her life. I hate that it happened and I wish it never did.
Now here is where I start to sound like a heartless bitch. These parents don't know how to parent. They let their 3 year old walk around in the road and around the church pool unsupervised while they go off to talk to people. They don't make their kids sit down while they are driving. And the kids sit in the front seat of the car when the kids are not tall or old enough to do that yet. Now I'm not saying its the dads fault she died. And I am probably being way too harsh. And hindsight is 20/20. But I can't help but wonder if maybe she would have made it if they practiced proper saftey in the vehicle. Maybe if she was in the back seat she would have lived. Is that too fucked up for me to say? I feel like its common sense for everyone to know vehicle saftey, especially if you have kids.
I guess its easy for me or anyone to look at it and say that though. It was an accident after all. You just don't assume the worst like that. No one expects death, especially for a kid. It was a simple drive to a school meet, they drive that road every morning for school and drive it again every evening to go home. No one thought she wouldn't go home, why would they?
Anyway the school counselors from the high school, middle school and second elementary school in our town are going to her school to talk to her classmates and the rest of the students since none of them even know it happned.
I can't imagine how her family feels. Its such a terrible loss to lose a child. Or how her friends are going to take it. Their all so young, they shouldn't have to worry about death yet. How do you even tell a kid their friend is gone?
It just sucks.
Sorry if I just depressed anyone. But I just needed to get that out.
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I get exactly how you feel Dacora, it's not wrong or harsh of you to think like that, almost everyone does, especially when it comes to something as
serious as death. It's part of the mourning process.
As you said, no one lives their everyday life expecting the worst, if you do, you can't live.
The end of spring this year my boyfriend of two years sister died. She was supposed to turn 20 a month ago.
She had been feeling sick all day, but thought maybe it was just the flu or some kind of stomach-thing, since she had ulcerative colitis.
In the afternoon she used her last energy to call 911, and ambulance came. Her body started to give up in the ambulance, even before they had time to go to the hospital.
At the hospital they revived her 3-4 times, but she faded away.
She died from meningococcal sepsis
From one hour to another someone can forever disappear. It's not fair, but there's nothing we can do about it.
Yes, maybe there was a way to save the girl,
yes, maybe the dad could have prevented it in some way,
but she is already dead.
The dad will probably live his whole life in guilt, maybe he will never forget himself for surviving his daughter.
As you said it Dacora;
It just sucks.
Dacora - You have a point, good parenting probably could have saved her, but then again, we may never truly know. :-(
Now..........
Just ugh! My roommate's dad. He is such an insensitive, selfish, uncompassionate asshole. For many, many reasons and in many, many cases.... I'm just so f*cking sick of it! I mean, seriously! If you knew half the sh*t he pulls.... I want to just punch him in the face and give him a piece of my mind, but NOOOOOOOOOO gods forbid I have an opinion on him. Gods forbid I could possibly have anything constructive to say about him. If I so much as get an "attitude" I can be kicked out with no where to live. I am constantly living under stress and the fear of being homeless. Also! It isn't even his house, it's his parents' house, who are still alive.
Now, he's all pissy and wants to bomb for fleas upstairs because all of the fleas must be coming from us. -.- We didn't really have a bad flea problem until he got his... girlfriend? A new dog. He keeps saying the fleas are falling down on him... uh, yeah, fleas can jump! Dur! Not everything bad in this house revolves around us!
AUUUUUGH! JUST SO ANGRY.
PS - I have been holding this anger and stress towards him for about... 2 years now?Yeah... sounds about right.
Summer of 2013 My mother received her backpay for her social security disability money. I was extremely happy for her. She received over 30k and constantly talked about giving us, her kids, some gifts exclaiming how much she appreciated us for tolerating 2 years of struggling and living paycheck to paycheck. --By the way, those paychecks? Were all mine.-- Now, at the time I didn't really expect anything because I could really care less. I was just happy that I could finally spend my own money on myself I mean, it was my first job after all. But a month in, my mom sat me down and surprised me with announcing that she would be buying my mermaid tail! I was extremely surprise and extremely happy. I never thought she was willing to give such a gift!
I told her how much the mermaid tail was, which--if you couldn't guess-- was a $3k Merbellas Mermaid tail. Granted, she was taken back by the price and I didn't blame her. But we spoke openly, I explained to her how it was a fair price. I told her what I planned to do with it, why I wanted it, and the wonderful amenities that came with the 3k tail. She seemed to agree that it was a fair price as well. She ended the conversation with, "I'll see what I can do." I took that as an 'okay' sign.
Weeks later, the subject came up again. She told to me that she wanted to pay off some bills and calculated that she could only pay for half of the tail. I was still excited and agreed with her. She would pay $1500 and I would pay $1500 + extra fins + shipping. The amount she was willing to pay was still wonderfully generous. At this point, I was taking extra shifts at work, lowering etsy prices for sales and my half for the tail was gradually approaching. With my excitement in tow in finally owning my dream tail, I would start counting down when I would possibly have the full amount, the count down period of the tail process, and the count down of when I would probably get it. I was ecstatic! I went through tail colour changes, fins, themes, accessories, ect!
As the month went by, I would casually bring up the mermaid subject again making sure she didn't forget her half of the bargain. One day, she exclaimed, "I want to pay 'these many bills'. Which means, I wont be able to pay half of your tail. How about I only pay $500 instead?"
My heart became heavy and I started to get concerned, but nonetheless, I was still excited. I had already saved up close to my half of $1500. All I needed was a little over $500 more for everything I ever wanted. Around this time, I practiced breath holding (officially 2 mins!), working out a lot with my monofin, looking at underwater timers, weights, cameras and I even planned to get suba lessons! I worked so hard at my job! I did my best! I even had customers recommend me to other customers! and then the greatest happened, I had finally raised $2400! Just a few under what I needed before I would ask my mother for the rest.
Then, it came time for us to move out of state. This move costed us a lot. Mainly, gas, food, some bills I had to finish up. My mom would even ask me to for certain things, which also took away from my savings. When we moved, I was coerced to pay partial rent and because my job transfer didn't go through, I was forced to dip into my savings once more . . . which completely wiped me out. All my mermaid tail savings, gone. I was so close to my dream, only to have the tide pull me away.
A week ago, my mother confessed to me that most of her money is gone now from bills she had to pay, the move, and rent. I don't blame her. Because deep down, I knew she was never really going to pay for my tail. The only reason why it upsets me, is because she brought my hopes up. I guess, it's also my fault because I brought my own hopes up too and raised $2400 for it, only to have it gone so suddenly. I'm so stupid. I hate myself.
I worked and worked and worked so hard, for something I wanted so badly. There are times when I think about what happened and how I swear I almost had my dream tail and I just cry. It feels like, I'm stuck in the desert desperate for water, but only being able to gulp down dry spit.
Recently, I got two jobs, but with me having to pay rent and bills now, the tide wont be pushing me any closer to my dream.
I worked so hard. So fucking hard.
I have an ulcer and my uncle is dying, he has dementia and stomach cancer their giving him max 2 months. This month just keeps getting better and better.
I am trying to look forward to tomorrow (shoot) and Thursday (9yr wedding anniversary) but have you ever felt as if all is piling up on you to break your spirit?? Cause I feel like that right now. Maybe I should drop everything and take that whale watch to clear my head
Everyone on here... Needs a shoulder to cry on and a big group hug...
Hugs from up north!
Sorry for mistakes , on mobile
Okay so I went to my high school's anime club yesterday after avoiding it like the Black Plague (they want me to teach he japanese and I figured that I may as well get involved with others things) The club is getting ready for the homecoming carnival and are coming up with ideas for booths. At first they had good ideas: a cosplay photovoltaic, drawing caricutures (sp?), a pikachu grab , that game where you fill a jar with candy and people have to guess the anount, fishing for rubber sucks in a kiddie pool but they scrapped all those for....a stalker booth. They will be paid by carnival goers to stalk unknowing and unsuspecting people. When I pointed out how that is really inappropriate and possibly triggering to people and could get members hurt the teacher/ club sponsor for really defensive and goes on a rant yabbering about how she's sure that people won't confront them, that the point is for it to be creepy and awkward, that I was overreacting , and that she's sure that since the members will be in costumes that people would obviously get that it's the anime club doing its booth. And she didn't get what was wrong with the idea! Even when some of the club members started making rape jokes and jokes about following their "prey" into the barhroom, finding their numbers, and through the school day. Or even when boys started to ask if it was okay for them to touch people anywher they wanted to! (Particularly girls ) SHE SAW NOTHING WRONG. I decided to never go back to the club because I don't want to be involved in something that thinks that this is a big joke and triggering people is bit of fun for for a family carnival event for the WHOLE COMMUNITY. I've already seen some of the member who asked why I left the meeting early and I told them exactly why and exactly why what they're doing is disgusting .
Holy shit.... That's effed up. Is there a higher authority, like a principal or counselor. you can report to about that? Because I mean, she's a teacher, she should know better and put her foot down instead of letting that go on. Kids are bad at judgement calls, but the teacher is supposed to CORRECT that bad judgement call instead of laughing it off and getting defensive that another student pointed out that it was wrong.
you call the school board. Skip the principal. Calling the school board will get disciplinary action done.
Dude, that's way inappropriate, especially for a school function. I hope you can get authorities involved, because that's dangerous. I can't believe nobody else thought the stalker booth was a problem, especially after the rape jokes and such. Also whoever was joking about rape needs disciplinary action of some sort as well... stalking and rape are not funny.
I agree... call anyone you have to. Keep going up the ladder until someone listens.
And people question that we live in a rape culture.
I had the same problem with my two wisdom teeth. one was growing into my jaw bone instead of ..not haha and the other was so infected that my left side was swollen :/ I don't have the insurance and money to get it pulled and my dentist refused to take it out because it was so infected. So I am on meds... BUT I have also had a screw placed into my jaw (for an anchor) and that wasn't so bad either!:D you'll be fine!Quote:
Originally Posted by Mermaid_Dominique
I am also sorry for your loss but everything always gets better.
So I have a bit of bitching to do myself.. its more like mild..heated complaining.
So I work about 40 hours a week as a groomer/bather. My boss has a system of 'first come first serve' where basically the first person gets the first dog to come in and then its the second, third, fourth and so on until the cycle starts back with the first person. I'm usually ALWAYS person number two or three to arrive to work while the others come two hours late without even being reprimanded. So it bugs me that when her daughter and daughter in law work there and its a slow day, they'll have 8 or nine dogs under their belt and I'm sitting on my ass NOT MAKING MONEY. Keep in mind this is ALL commission based. not hourly. even when her daughter isn't there her daughter in law has special requests and I get that but then when everyone else has 3 or four dogs I still have nothing and its already 12pm. I get upset and get ready to leave. then as I am about to leave she sticks me with the the most matted complex mess of a dog then says "they want a 2" (which is like barely getting anything off the top of like a well kept Pomeranian for ex.) Then my check ends up being like 150 for the week when it should be about 300. That is suppose to be the money for my car insurance, phone bill, basic stuff for the week and savings oh and money for an apartment. I totally pisses me off because I am the only one that is ALWAYS on time every day unless I am sick then I call) or in traffic (still call). I show up every day even when I am sick and I am so prompt that I should be getting what I deserve instead of how she feels that day. And her mood makes my wallet suffer.
Not to mention that when I come home from work, I've been pooped on, peed, on bit, head butted and clawed. So I am exhausted, and when I come home I want to shower number one and sleep. I feel like sometimes my family thinks that my job is so easy and that I am just exaggerating my tiredness. As if anyone could go through what I do and not loose their temper and not get upset and cry when you aren't doing your best on top of everything.
I rarely bitch about things but.... Yeah this needs to be said.
So my roommate is a nice person, she totally is. But she is a little flawed. Mostly just because she is NOT afraid to say that she's absolutely freaking gorgeous, which shes' average, and brags about how many guys like her.
Usually this wouldn't bother me at all. I could care less, and it's a good thing that she has such high confidence. Yay for you!
But I've been living with her for 5 weeks now, and I just met guy number 5 last night. We live off the beaten path and each guy is from a different town around here, and she is having sex with every guy, and rotating them around our apartment like she's a merry go round. And I for one, am getting sick of it.
A person like this can't go on and on about how gorgeous she is, when all I want to do is say "Honey there's a difference between gorgeous and easy." I like QUIET that's why I got the apartment for us in the first place, and it's only my name on the lease I'll have you know. And now it's like every time I come home I'm tripping over my words because I can't remember if this guy is Jason or Derek, and if I say something wrong they're going to get the "right" idea!
I need to just zip my lip and keep out of it, but omg girl. A new guy every week added into your fuck buddies is not okay. My own head is spinning, I can't imagine what her's is doing.
There's nothing wrong with casual sex in my books, but she's not the only tenant and if it's bothering you she needs to hear about it. There's nothing more awkward than frequent, loud sex in a share-house. -___-
I've been really frustrated about something. Been doing some reading lately about fibromyalgia, which I think I may have. The symptoms read like a diary for me. I tell my mom about this and she goes, "Well, I guess that makes sense. I just always though you were being lazy as a teen when you said you were always tired" WHAT?! You didn't believe me when I said, "I'm so tired, I'm going back to bed after chores"? You must know, I have NEVER in my life faked an illness. I usually let little things fester because I didn't want to bother YOU with them, mom! That just pisses me off. Not to mention, we're not talking right now, because she asks me to do something for her, and I can never do anything to her 'perfect' specifications. I've had enough. Living 20 minutes away is not far enough away from this woman. I seriously want to move to another state, so she can't guilt me into favors that I can never do 'right'. However, she did say once that if I move more than an hour away, she'll move to where I am. I CAN'T WIN! If I say anything to her, she whines and plays the victim, as if I'm the bad one. Then my dad will talk to me later and beg me to make up with her because she makes his life hell when she's upset. Well I'm done. Enough of this crap. I have enough hell in my life without her shoveling more sh*t on top.
So I am kinda upset... I usually keep my usb flash drive with me just for security purposes and I have been writing these stories that were almost basically done on there.. and I happen to leave my keys in a girlfriends glove box while we went shopping and her car was stolen. I know she is the victim and trust me she was upset (I probably would be pulling my hair out if I were her) but all my hard work is gone and I feel like I cannot get those stories back because the characters were so unique. I am too scared to try to write them again. I feel as if all my hard work was for nothing and I should give up writing.
Jayy, I know how you feel! A similar thing happened to me - a few years back I had to re-format my computer, and somehow I lost my file of stories/poems/ideas. Like, a 50 page document. I was heartbroken!
But the best stories, the stories that I loved, stayed with me; and I kept thinking about them, which led me to think of new and better ideas; so I re-wrote them, and I'm happier with them now than I was before, and glad I re-wrote them.
As for the ones that didn't stay with me, every once in a while something will happen, and I'll think "Oh! That reminds me of that story I had half written..." and not only does it bring back a bit of nostalgia for something I haven't thought about in a while, it also gives me some fresh ideas and inspiration.
So, it's not all bad! And you certainly shouldn't give up writing. Think of it as a "forced" purge of your not-so-good stuff - only the best ones will survive the re-write! ;)
That being said, it also taught me to keep at least one back-up of everything - I even print out hard copies of my favourite stuff :)
I teach a small, 8 week beginner's karate class with through the rec program. There's a pee wee group (5-7) and a junior group (8-14.) I've been teaching this class for a couple years now, and I feel pretty confidant in the program I run. I've gotten some generally good feedback from most classes I've taught, and have even had a few sign up for regular lessons at the school I belong to as a result. I got my first complaint today though, and I'm feeling pretty upset about it.
This mom has never given me any indication that she had a problem with the way things were going, of course.
She has a kid in the pee wee class and another in the junior class. She seemed to mostly be upset about this one time her kid got kicked in the face. Apparently I had told him he was okay, but he had footprint on his face that he needed an ice pack for...? It's weird, because I'm not even sure I remember this happening. I feel like he got kicked, started to fuss from the surprise at getting hit, and I told him he was okay and encouraged him to continue instead of falling apart. This happens all the time, especially when they're learning how to space themselves so they don't bump into anyone. They're usually perfectly fine after they jump back into whatever we were doing. The other thing I can imagine happening is that I tried to see what the problem was, but the kid was inconsolable and was sent to mom, but mom left the class early with her kid and I didn't see him afterward. I can't imagine I would have let a kid with a foot mark on his face leave with nothing more than "oh, you'll be okay."
So whenever this happened, it was weeks ago, and I can't remember it. She's fussing because I'd forgotten my tape for the second week in a row that I was planning on using as markers on the floor. The idea is that they're spaced far enough apart that they won't bump each other when working, assuming they remember to stay in their spot. They are actually pretty good at finding enough space on their own now without tools to help them, and nobody's been kicked for a couple weeks, but I guess now I'll be using the tape.
Also she said something about my uniform. I have a hole in one of the armpits just from the stress of the movement of the fabric. And because, you know, I train in it, so it's worn. Armpit holes are a problem for some people, I guess. Also she said something about me coming in with sweatpants and a tshirt the first day... it was the summer uniform, and definitely not sweatpants. Besides, she has no idea what's normal for uniforms, so I'm not sure why she thinks she has any reason to complain. I guess I'll be wearing the newer, poorly fitting jacket top I have instead so I don't offend any more parents who don't like armpits.
I think she also said something about me being 16 or so. I'm not entirely sure why that was relevant, and why she couldn't remember my name when she referenced that, but it's starting to really get on my nerves when people assume I'm a high schooler.
Also, go figure, I showed up late last week. Every other class I've been there 15-20 minutes early, so you would think the rec staff lady would know that this was an exception to the norm. No, she had the director email my teacher to let him know I was late, and apparently made it seem as if it's a chronic problem. It would naturally be the same week someone else was complaining about things. Yes, I was late, and it's not right. I would have expected a little more grace from these people, though.
Anyway, this looks bad for me, and my teacher's pretty understanding, but I worry that he thinks I'm not doing a good job. He's going to come in next week to observe and provide damage control for anything mom might have been spreading around. I'm also worried that this will effect my chances at getting to teach this class again in the future, as well as the regular classes I teach at the studio.
I've had to deal with crazy parents through school things before, but it hurts more in this setting. I guess it bothers me also because there's some truth to the complaints. I think that otherwise the classes are going very well. The kids are learning and enjoying the lessons, which is what I should focus on. The kids don't care that my uniform has a hole in it or that I forgot my tape. Even the kids that have gotten kicked love the class. I just wish these people had said something to me first instead of taking it to my boss. At least there's only two more sessions with this group.