Discussion in 'Dancers Anonymous' started by fascination, May 10, 2009.
[Expletive deleted] software. Duplicate post.
That is a real world skill, darlin. Seriously. Give yourself credit.
Oh yeah and I decided to pull the curtain of charity over the whole owl thing. That is really disturbing.
Today: Up at a billion o'clock, meaning around 2:30. This waking up in the middle of the night is getting old. Just sayin.
Think about everything that could go wrong with the potluck today. (Before anybody says it, I seriously need to start an event-planning business. Yes. You're right.) Google recipes. Pick one eventually. Back to sleep.
Think and think. My young male protege (the one on the brink of getting fired) said he would bring and make the queso stuff, except for the two pound block of CHEESE FOOD that I bought the other day. Hmm. Something tells me that this may fall through. (Something like his propensity for not keeping commitments?) So, instead of getting to work early and getting my [stuff] together leisurely, I stop by Kroger and buy more CHEESE FOOD and Rotel. Get to work late. My instinct was right. This guy dropped the ball. Again. I am ever-lovin ticked. I have now spent $22 on blinkety-blank queso, PLUS spent half an hour chopping CF into chunks to make queso that I DAMN BLOODY WELL don't even eat!!!! I don't eat queso. Why in the hell am I buying it and making it???? I am done. Done.
(By the way CHEESE FOOD aka Velveeta melts like a dream. It is super melty-licious. You're right fasc. *grin*)
To add insult to injury, the lady who had this party idea for some unknown reason thinks that parties plan themselves and has completely disengaged herself from any responsibility for its outcome, AND decided to set up the buffet table away from herself and near me. And acted like I was an invited guest, when what she apparently wanted was for me to do all the work. TDNWMH. I do the heavy lifting at my own damn parties, not yours [chick.]
Yes. I love doing crock pot/pot luck parties, when I can plan them over the course of several weeks, budget things, spread out the stress, etc. Getting bull-dozed into planning a party because somebody else wants one makes me want to spit nails. So, for a change, I spit nails. Yelling, cussing and fussing ensue. Fine by me. Later, it's apparent that the message has gotten across, because the same people who sat on their butts and watched me clean up last time come out of the woodwork to thank me and help each other clean up this time. I say nothing, but I do see what's going on. Fine. Whatever. You had a chance to show how you felt about me, and you did. Washing out a damn bowl after the fact is your choice, but won't change anything. I already see you.
Update from GF with fibromyalgia (turns out I was spelling it right, but the browser doesn't know the word.) She's going to get approved for disability. She is also being encouraged to accept anti-depressants. Chronic pain has taken a toll. Lordy.
Home. DS has been home sick for two days and hasn't taken the time to memorize his French skit. Two things: One. He is going to school tomorrow. Two: I aced ninth grade French a billion years ago. This is his problem, not mine.
More stuff to come, probably, but I need to log out now, so I'll catch y'all up tomorrow.
Nothing of note happened yesterday after I logged out.
Today: DS back to school. Me to work.
Very, very slow day, hallelujah. Hallelujah and amen.
Not much of note, except.
1. GF with fibromyalgia is not coming back to work. She's already gradually removed all her personal effects from her desk. She is not coming back. This is almost overwhelmingly sad for me. Oh wow. I will miss her.
2. Have a heart to heart with my protege who dropped the ball yesterday. We have a pretty predictable conversation, then he says something that warms the cockles of my crusty old heart. "P, I know you're my friend so, even when you get mad, I know that you care about me and are willing to forgive me. You say what you need to say, but you don't hold a grudge and you don't stay mad for long." Wow. This is exactly how I want my friends to feel about me. Either he really feels this way or he knows me well enough to know which buttons to push. Either way, we figuratively kiss and make up. Nice.
3. The chick from yesterday's party manages to tick me off again (not that I am un-ticked yet, mind, you. She just adds insult to injury.) When it's time for lunch, she goes to the communal refrigerator and starts pulling out my leftover food from yesterday, to heat it up for the group for lunch... without asking or telling me what she planned. As it so happens, I had already warmed up the crockpots full of food that I was willing to share with the group but had set aside several Tupperware containers of food for a single Mom, so she could feed her kids tonight. (Incidentally, the Tupperware containers were disguised in grocery store bags.) Brazen chick searched the fridge and assumed that, because the food was in the fridge, it was up for grabs. Seriously?!? Since when is that okay? I admit it would have been less awkward if Single Mom had just taken the food home last night as I expected her to. But in no way, shape or form is it okay to go into the fridge and take tons of somebody else's food without permission, especially when some food had already been made available for sharing. Grr.
After that, everything else seems anticlimactic.
Groc shop. Home. Soon, Go get DS from his BFF's house.
thurs...no clue what happened in the day...but most of the evening was devoted to the grief group.....it is a large, exhausting, very complicated group with multiple traumas this time...I am drained...
fri...exhausted, teach a good spin and step class....intend to be productive but cannot...shop for baby instead...bed will likely be early
effing duplicate post
Monday: ballet, lesson, group class, dinner with Blond German Friend, just the important stuff
Tuesday: gyro, lesson, theater
Wednesday: Lesson, get gown design from BGF, run design by Teach, get suggestions, some of which surprise me, but hey, he's the professional with decades of experience, I should probably listen to him
Thursday: clean out old car, buy new car; this takes, basically, all day, until theater in the evening
well, SO MUCH FOR THE "NAVIGATE TO ANOTHER DF PAGE AND THEN COME BACK AND YOUR POST WILL BE VISIBLE" theory. Now, a double post, b/c when my post *wasn't* visible, I clicked Post Reply again.
TDNWMH!I am starting to loathe xenforo and all its works.
Starting to? Hah! I'm way ahead of you. I posted something last night that didn't display on the forum header until seven minutes after I posted it. Something told me I was in double posting danger so I waited and waited, navigated around a bit and finally logged out. When I was about to log back in, my post was finally visible.
It had been seven freaking minutes since I posted, and it wasn't even one of my mega-posts. To say that I find this frustrating is an understatement.
I've had one delayed post, one post-that-never-appeared, but for the most part I'm pretty smooth sailing over here. I wonder what the technological variable is that is causing so much grief for some. I see these duplicate posts all over the place and know it's happening quite frequently...
People who log in and post more frequently seem to me to be the biggest complainers, which makes sense to me. If you log in once every couple of days and attempt to post once or twice per login, that's about eight or ten opportunities per week to run into a situation where the server is slow or uncooperative (or something else has gone wrong.) If you log in five times a day every day and attempt to post a few times per log in, that's more than a hundred opportunities to run into a problem every week. It is what it is. *shrug*
dunno...I am on as often as anyone and I would say I get the issue twice a day...and it is on the long threads as you noted...which we can just go ahead and begin anew by starting threads that are a continuation and locking the old if the problem doesn't get fixed...but I am hoping the problem simply gets fixed
am also hoping we can keep this thread on topic and take that issue to the thread about problems so that the people who need to keep track of it can truly see the bulk of it
I very rarely log in -- I log in once and remain logged in for a very long time. Are you saying you actually enter your login credentials every time you visit DF?
Yes. I rarely stay logged in for long periods. These days, I often create posts, especially long posts, in a text editor before I even login. Then it's login, post, get out. Eh. Not sure why. *shrug*
ETA: That's not true. I do know why. I'd just forgotten. I used to stay logged in forever, back in the early, early days of DF. Then I formed friendships with two DFers in particular who were both CRAZY about IMing, which I absolutely hate! I love them both, but they would login, see me logged in, then start IMing, even at the most inconvenient times. So I started logging in only when I was accessible, in order to avoid the awkwardness of explaining to childless IMophiles (one was a child-free grad student, the other a child-free lesbian) that IMing when I was supposed to be getting DS ready for kindergarten was a non-starter for me. Aside: Who has stuff to IM about at 7:00 in the morning anyway? lol
Also, since I was a DF mod at the time, I liked to keep my online status as visible as much as possible back in the very early days of DF, and I would get bombarded with PMs and other stuff when I was logged in. It was just easier to login only when I wanted to be available.
Long story short, logging into DF each time is just a habit, but old habits die hard (or however that saying goes.)
Absolutely. If I run across anything new, unique or helpful, I'll be sure to post it where it can be seen by people who can do something about it.
Alas. There's nothing new, unique or helpful about my whining about the new software, at this stage of the game.
I’m doing today now because it’s almost over for me.
Up early. Lie around and try to talk myself into getting up. Epic fail.
Call from GF. Her ex-husband is dying and she is absolutely destroyed. Totally blows my mind. He left her twelve years ago and has been married to the other woman ever since, but she still loves him so much. It’s very sad. This makes me think about fascination’s assessment (with which I agree) that love is a choice. I wonder if NOT loving someone is also a choice. Could she choose to stop loving this man, if she wanted to? Bottom line, she doesn’t want to. I suspect that she’ll never be free from him as long as he is alive.
Long talk with other GF who has a job interview next week and who is already talking herself out of accepting a job that she hasn’t yet been offered. Fear of the unknown can be debilitating. That’s a fact.
Harass DS into doing homework. Off to mall where I spend far too much money on youngun. To AMC to see Hotel Transylvania which may well be the most boring animated film ever. Adam Sandler should probably have stuck to something else. Anything else. The good news: During the previews, I see an ad for a Fathom Event – To Kill a Mockingbird 50th Anniversary special showing exclusively at AMC Theatres on November 15. Must ponder taking DS. I can’t believe he’s never seen it. I think it’s time.
Go to Target for random stuff, including a mountain of Halloween candy. Home. Meatballs and pasta for dinner.
Now: Watching NCIS marathon. Later: Read something or the other. Later yet: Zzzzzz.
Good night all.
um...I think you may have misunderstood me...there is the emotion, and that is not a choice... and there is the greater affect/action, which is a decision....we cannot easily stop our emotions, but we can make decisions and exhibit behaviors that can move our emotions in the direction in which we would like for them to go...I do not in any way think that we can much control feeling a particular emotion...only how we respond to it...and that is the greater aspect of love....to give it when you don't feel it, or to not act on it when it is destructive...that is a transcendent love...certainly also there are remnants of what they had together and no reason to distance oneself from those emotions actively unless they are destructive....obviously that is never easy or quick even when possible
practice, do dishes, soak in tub, vacuum, tan, post office, grocery store, eat dinner.....
practice with gentleman who is a student of my pro's wife...that was really good...we worked intl waltz and rumba...
also took group cha with him....but he was tired after that so we skipped the party
to bed soon
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