Love it!
 

I love it when vendors I’m meeting with at 10:00 call me at 10:20 to tell me they will be running late, and are just leaving their office now.

Love it!

I love it when I’m watching a sappy WB television show (sappy, yes, but also very well written) and begin to cry in front of Heidi’s boyfriend, who I’m just getting to know.

Love it!

I love it when I am supposed to get out a newsletter I’ve been working on for a week, and even though I’ve been asked to distribute it last night, I’m still waiting for the green light to mail out this morning…this afternoon…this evening? Where’s my green light? I love waiting for my green light!

Love it!

I love not driving. I love not having a car. I especially love not driving and not having a car when I have plans to go to a concert and will have to figure out how to get home from Hollywood at 11-Midnight on a Wednesday, most likely sucking it up and paying for a cab home.

Love it!

I love L.A. cabs, which will charge you your inheritance, or possibly they will except an I.O.U. promise of your first born child, for taking you but 10 miles, if that.

Love it!

I love it when my bedroom floor is covered in dirty laundry, the stench of which permeates the room like a perfume Napoleon might ask his wife to wear.

Love it!

I also love it when my new blue t-shirt leaves imbeded fuzzies where my shaved armpits are, making me look like a sexy French girl, only not sexy, and not at all French, just hairy.

Love it!

I love that coffee, cheese, milk, and chocolate (favorite edibles!) seem to have an adverse effect on my complexion.

Love it!

Ah, what a lovely start to the week this has been, y'all!

I. Just. LOVE. It!

On the other hand, still alive and kicking, which I DO actually love.

I love reading your postings.

Love It!

I love finding raisons in my jacket pocket

Love it!



But who put them there?

I love it when, after an hour at work, I have nothing to do and can't go home.

Love it!

I would just like to interupt this love-fest to do my new Senor Wences impression.



Thank you. Thank you very much.

Open, close. Open, close. Open, close.

You must spread some Mojo around before giving it to Tref again.

Do you, perhaps, question their reason or justification for existing? Maybe they are raison detres.

I'd love to know what could make, like, ANYONE, cry on the WB?

I know I have noticed myself tear up a bit at the poor quality of some of the shows just before I changed the channel.

Hey. I'll have you know that she wasn't alone. I was weeping over Everwood, too. It's a good show. And prior to that, Buffy was on WB.

AND NOBODY MOCKS BUFFY. Or I unleash my mocking wrath upon the Chicago songs.

I Love it when people argue with me at the library over $ .75

Especially when they tell me that they were SURE the book automatically renewed itself when it was due.

I love it when, after a rough night of allergy attacks, I get up, dressed and out the door (with The Boy in tow) in 15 mins, before 6 am, to sign up for the possibility of E-time (unpaid time off that doesn't count against you) for the following week, only to be #22!!!!

I love it!

I love meeting with my manager twice and then on the 3rd visit to be told she recommended me for dismissal after the 1st time and didn't bother to warn me!

I love it!!

I love the fact that she is now trying to figure out why I refuse to speak to her without a Union Steward present! I also love that she has asked the Steward why I won't talk to her unless he is there! I love the fact that the only reason I am on the step that I am because I have her for a manager! I love that other managers have listened to me and said that I am not doing anything wrong, but they won't override her decissions. I love that I am singled out because I didn't go to her B-day party at El Torrito because no one told me (although I wouldn't have gone).


I love it!

I love the fact that I have to be home this afternoon to meet with an a/c guy to order a whole new unit at $5000 when I am facing a warning of dismissal at work! I love that it is predicted to be in the mid 90's this weekend and I have no a/c.

I love it!






Sorry to be so hostile so early in the morning...it's been a rough 4 weeks.

I love it when I tell people that we're closing the library down for renovation and they respond "yeah, I heard, and I'm mad as hell." Well, I'm sorry Miss Old Bitch That's Lived in "Old Town" Since It Was New, you're going to have to drag your sorry ass to the small branch 2 miles away while we double the sq footage so that we can have room for more "Death is Breathing Down Your Neck" whodunits and "I Wish I Could Have More Sex" porno-romances for you. Yeah, I know, getting $10 mil for a new 2 story addition and more parking is the ABSOLUTE WORST THING that could happen to our fair city. I'm sure a year and a half of minor inconvenience could never be worth it.

Love it!!!

I love not having a TV any more. (We had it shipped to Bahston.) I may just be fine without it altogether.

I love Eliza Hodgkins 1812. :)

I love CP's post.

Love it!!


I love that GC doesn't need his tv. Nobody really needs television, but most people don't know that.

Love it!!


I love it when you call me Big Poppa.

Love it!!

I love libraryvixen's new avatar. It moves, but you have to be patient to see it move. Freaked me out the first time I saw it. :D

I LOVE the sea!

LOVE it! TOOT!

I LOVE the seamen!

LOVE it! er, THEM! TOOT!

I love it when the original sarcastic intent in a thread is switched around and the sarcasm is lost.

Love it! ;)

I love it when my wife says EXACTLY what I was planning on saying. Love it, it's not at all disturbing.

I love that I was just told today that I might be flying to New Hampshire on Sunday! I probably won't be, only one person is going to be going, and of the 3 people they're considering, I have the least experience. But the one with the most experience might be too critical to projects here to go, and the other guy doesn't really want to go and is only marginally more experienced than me. So I find out in an hour whether I'm going or not.

Love it.

Sarcasm Twin powers, activate!

I love so much. Really, I do...

Well, I really DO love it when Pookie looks at me in adoration, purring really loudly and his wittle tongue is sticking out. I LOVE it.

I love NOT being snarky when I'm supposed to.

I love it when sarcasm and sincerity intermingle.

Sincericasm.

Example: Lord she's put on weight, my husband would be mortified, bless-her-soul.

Or: I confess, I don't know how he holds down a paying job, bless-his-soul.

Or: Really, you must call, the next time you want to stop by the yacht.

I love it that my folks (aka The Old People) just told me to write a check off of their account to pay for the entire a/c unit and then I can pay them back when I can!!! They are on their annual Big Trip in their motorhome, headed for the East Coast. I handle their finances while they are gone (they won't be back until Sept-Nov). I am on their checking account, even though my name isn't on the checks. She wants me to go ahead and pay "cash" for the whole thing that way I don't have to pay finance charges.

I LOVE The Old People!!!!

I love it when self-centered jerkwads turn into self-centered litterbugs.

Love it!!

(Better, CP? ;))

I love losing the only car key I have - on campus.

I love someone turning it in hours later, and much of my walking, and searching, and looking in trashcans, and bothering every school staff member around, and deciding to get duplicates made anyway!

I love leaving the dealership $133.00 later.

F'ing LOVE it!

I love it when I go to see my daughter's "Three Piggy Opera" and my ex's fiancee pours herself all over my kid when the play is done.

I LOVE IT!

I love it when I turn on SportsCenter and I see my friend working at Petco Park.

I wish I meant that more sincerely than sarcastically, but I'm one jealous bitch right now.

I love it when I work a 19 hour catering day while seriously overdosing on caffeine -- diet Pepsi, iced tea, double lattes and extra strength Excedrin.

Only to wake up two days later with a serious caffeine withdrawal headache and not a drop of diet Pepsi is to found in the house. Only because my husband drinks DP like a fiend, but refuses to step foot into a grocery store to buy more.
LOVE IT, I just LOVE IT!! :mad:

I love getting a call from a customer to investigate an issue only to get, "Duuuh, it don't work right," when I ask for details.

I love thinking it's a day off for me and then getting a call at 8 AM saying that someone is "sick" and they need a reference person for 9:30 AM stat!

I LOVE IT.

I love it when families are cursed. Her mother has terminal cancer. Her MIL is dying slowly of a rare blood disease. Her aunt of diabetes. Her daughter was just diagnosed with cerebral palsy. And herself? Her kidneys have begun to fail. Where is the fairness in this picture? And which woman is next?

Love. It.

I love it when I get to step outside of myself and realize that never, ever am I the only one going through something terrible. And no matter how bad it seems, there is always always always someone going through something worse...

I do love it.

I love when a customer call to explain that they are sending me back product that I apparently screwed up. Then, after freaking out for a day over what we did to screw it up, receive the product, only to find out that we didn't actually work on this product. It was screwed up by a competitor. Good feeling but lots of stress leading up to it.

I also love getting talked into moving 10 months ago from a place that I loved, only to find out that I will be moving again next month becase the roommate has found a better deal elsewhere. Love moving twice in one year for no reason, absolutely love it.

I love when people who have no right to be dog owners decide they must have a dog.

Love it!

I love that I've only seen the dog walked twice in 6 months.

Love it!

I love when they let the dog out front to run wild and he tramples my flower beds.

Love it!

I love that I have offered to take the dog for walks, but they don't seem to want to take me up on it.

Love it!

I love that it's a warm day today (the first in a while) so I have my doors open. All I can hear is the dog crying and howling in their backyard. Oops, wait a second, now I can hear a weed wacker too -- HOLY CRAP!

I really love it!


I do love the dog. It's the owners that drive me crazy!

I love that I'm leaving for the coast right after work and for the past couple hours I've been battling the hot/cold chills with the body aches.

Love it!

I love that I took Mon and Tues off work next week to finish moving my crap out of the townhouse because I'm headed to Canada over Memorial weekend and I have to be out by the 31st.

Love it!

I love that I'm on the edge of the busiest two weeks of my life and I'm getting sick.

Love it!


I also love Emer'gen-C drink mix. I love that I'll be guzzling it all weekend. ;)

Coughing! I adore it! Coughing up phlegm is the center of my existance right now. I also love that ambiguous time where you're not sure if it's just a passing thing or if you should go to the doctor! Not being able to laugh hard without coughing, not sleeping well, what a hoot!

Love it.

I love that my life is in turmoil right now. I'm moving in less than 2 weeks, the house is chaos, I have hardly any furniture or appliances left and my (kind of ex)boyfriend is off overseas indefinitely, which I feel undecided about.

Love it.

Love it.
Love it when my paranoid co-worker has decided that my IM conversations with friends about any/every topic except him must have been about him to my boss.
Love it.
Love it when said co-worker goes and gets a meeting for us and boss to discuss our 'issues' and comes out and tells boss I must be IMing with boss about him because he has no idea what else/who else I was talking with.
Love it.
LOVE IT when boss looks at him like he's crazy! Love it!

Love it when my cell phone doesn't alert me to missed calls and voice mails until 2-3 days after the fact. Love it.

And now I have a massive craving for Chicken McNuggets. Love it!

I love waking up to a pile of cat crap on the laundry room floor, which moments before my hubby had to step over in order to get to the garage. No attempt to clean it up- just leave it for me to do.:rolleyes:

Tomorrow, he's going to love it when he doesn't have a lunch prepared or work clothes ironed and ready. :D

I love that my old dentist did a crappy job fitting one of my crowns and now I have to have SURGERY to repair it. I love that because insurance already paid my old dentist to do a crappy job, they won't pay any portion of the repair bill.

I love it!

I really do love that I'm taking torts this summer. I wouldn't normally feel vindictive, but the old dentist literally punched me in the arm and told me my bleeding gums were my fault for not brushing properly, when it turns out the bleeding gums are because the crown wasn't fitted properly and there's decay up under the edge of the crown that I couldn't possibly be expected to brush, it being under the crown and all.

I just love being blamed for a professional's lousy work. I really love it.

I love it when I wake up at 7:15 a.m. and think I have another 15 minutes to nap until I suddenly remember that the latest I'm supposed to wake up is 7:00, and instead of a lingering nap, I need to rush out of bed, rush into clothes, not wash my face, barely brush my teeth, before making it to the bus...barely.

I love the rollercoaster I ride every 28 days. Love. It.

Preaching to the choir, sister.:snap:

I love the rollercoaster she rides every 28 days. Love. It.

:D :rolleyes: :mad: :( :) :confused:

:p

I'm a perfect angel every 28 days.

I love how I cry. I love how I get angry at EVERYTHING. I love how people, who are close to me, consider bringing in an exorcist. I love how full of bloat I get. I love how sore my boobs get. I love how my uterus expands and contracts, as if to say, “You feel this? YOU FEEL THIS? Your vacant womb is contracting. If you were pregnant right now, you wouldn’t have to feel these for another nine months.”

“You know, Uterus, I’m not entirely sure that’s true. And even if it were, I’d rather have slight cramps than go through a 15 hour labor. Plus, all that aside, I hear that pregnant woman get bad gas. And have backaches. And after they give birth, sometimes they lactate through their blouses. Plus, it’s nice to have money with which to clothe and feed your kids, and I’m barely clothing and feeding me.”

“That’s because you buy too many books, books you don’t read before buying more books. You could easily have saved enough money by now to pay off your college loans, be free and clear of all debt, and STILL have money for books AND baby clothes.”

“Well, I don’t have a husband.”

“Girlfriend, please. You don’t need a man. You can do this on your own.”

“I’d rather eat you, Uterus, than be a single mother. Women who are capable, wonderful, loving single mothers have something that I lack: patience, determination, backbones, courage, energy…”

“Sounds to me like they have a lot of things you lack, Haskell.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re wrong, though. You never complain about the long lines at Disneyland, and so you have patience.”

“Hmm.”

“From the moment you wake up, you are resolved to make it back to your bed as quickly as possible, and so you are determined.

“Ah.”

“You are always complaining about a pain up and down your spinal cord, so you have backbone.”

“You’re right!”

“You own up to your lies (even though the only person you own up to is yourself) and that takes courage.”

“I’m a friggin’ lion!”

“When you see something on TV that makes you really happy, you dance in your seat and clap your hands vigorously, and that takes a lot of energy!”

“I could light an entire village, population 11, with the energy of my excited hand claps! What you speak is the truth!”

“See, you are totally ready for single parenthood. And believe me when I tell you that *I* am ready to be fetus filled and satisfied. I’m tired of these fake contractions. I’m ready for the real deal.”

“I’m still not sure how I’d pay for these babies you want me to have so badly.”

“Welfare. Everyone is doing it.”

“I really don’t want to be pregnant. Or raise brats, and we know my kids would be bratty.”

“If you don’t get pregnant soon, I’m going to wither up and die. I will look like a little shriveled crone and I will whisper about dark portents at night while you sleep. You’ll never have a good night’s sleep again. You’re hair will go grey overnight. You’re eyesight will fail completely. Give me a child, Audra. I MUST HAVE A CHILD!”

“Nah, I think I’d rather drink beer, be lonely, read The Goon when Powell finally comes out with Vol. 4, and play Mrs Pacman, even though I’m the WORST Pacman player ever. You can understand that, can’t you, Uterus?”

“Yeah, but in another 28 days, we’re having this conversation again!”

“Okaydoke.”

Yup, every 28 days I’m a perfectly sane, wonderfully happy, content little angel. A fallen angel. A demon spawn of Hell.

And I LOVE it.

California Screamin' ?

I love that I've never really had bad PMS. I'm just a bitch 24/7. ;)

I love it when I can't mojo Eliza for yet another perfect post (YAPP?).

I love it that some of my friends went to WDW without me for the week, and that they keep sending me text messages and photos on my phone. Love that.

I also love it that my husband keeps asking me if I'm sad that I didn't get to go. Umm, yeah, duh.

(But at the same time, I'm conflicted because I do love that they got to go anyway, even though I'm at work and they are riding Space Mt. :rolleyes: Luckies!)

I wonder if people start giving me bad mojo for my poor grammar and typos, if that would act as incentive to make improvements.

I DO know the difference between "your" and "you're" and yet I make that mistake EVERY time when I type.

Why? WHY?

Dear Brain,

Please be smarter.

Love,
EH1812

Heh. Same here. God damn thing is going to launch like California Screamin' any second now. :mad: ;)

Must be a message board thing - same here:(

[surfer voice]
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I know women who are together in real life cycle together. Can women on a message board cycle together?

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

My friend and I carpooled together and would start within 1 hour of each other. However, she had the bitchy effect and I didn't put up with it, so it was a bit stressful.

I get bitchy at the same time as my wife, does that count for anything?

I could pop in and mention that I only "ride that rollercoaster" 4 times a year! But then you'd "Love" me! :evil:


I "love it" when I take my children to the community pool...only to find it occupied by college/military boys who are lounging in the hot tub drinking beer. No big BUT they have mouths like sailors! Then they start talking about the size of their "little sailors" and my children are feet away from them! HELLO! DID YOUR MOTHER NOT TEACH YOU BETTER?

Okay... I never had backaches, never lactated throguh my blouse, and I tend to get clothes for the kid before myself.

But that second one.... hmm.. offhand compliment if you ask me. Though I dont feel that i have a backbone, or determination.

Personally, I love that people seem to think that us mothers are always happy, and dont long to be able to hang out with the gals.
I want to really!!! I love it that some men dont see child rearing as a part of their makeup.

I love that I placed an order with Amazon and didn't remember to update my account with our new address until after my order shipped.

Love it!!!

You know you love it when people resurrect threads
 

I love it when a school district has their Spring Break over the same week since the beginning of time (a.k.a. as long as some whose oldest child graduated from high school in 1979 can remember) and then, suddenly, they change it for next year. I love that I had my whole calendar set for next year based on that faulty assumption before I figured it out. I love that local private school in town now will have their spring break on the usual week, so kids from that school who want to go on our mission trip will have to take a week off school. I love that we have an event that takes place the week before Easter, and we have an event that takes place during spring break, and now those weeks are one and the same, so kids are going to have to bilocate. LOVE IT! ARGGGGGGH!

Love this:

Teachers decide to buy books for 1st graders on animals. They do reports each year. When the books come in the principal decides they should go to the library so everyone can use them, since 1st-3rd does the animal reports. Sounds great, eh? Well I take one look at these books and groan....they're WAY TOO HARD for 1st through 3rd. In fact, they're for 5th graders. There's a huge difference. To a 1st grader, these books as full of pretty pictures and nonsense squiggles.

So I try to convince the principal and teacher involved that these should be returned, and more suitable books purchased. Both of them say the same thing to me - "These are so pretty, and other kids can use them, you can just keep them." Yes, they are gorgeous books. But I know that they spent at least $900 on them, probably more like a grand. Seriously. Probably $1000 on books that don't fit the needs they were supposed to fit. I said to them, look, there are much better choices out there, and they said "we'll buy them next year."

As a Libertarian taxpayer that has internal conflicts with my government jobs, I'm appalled.

Not to say that the money is "going down the drain" but it could definitely have been better spent.

When I asked the teacher about how they bought them, she said "well the company catalog made them look like low level books." They never checked the reading levels. We've spent countless thousands of dollars on a networked reading program that is in every classroom, a part of every child's requirements, and guides every single book purchase I make....and they never checked.

I. LOVE. IT.

Grrr.

I love that an exceptionally violent sex offender just moved in to MY neighborhood. His victims range in age from 12 to 77. He's so dangerous that he's not allowed outside without a court appointed monitor.

Fabulous.

Love it.

Holy fvcking hell, Prudence.

This more than trumps my loving that I purchased advanced tickets for a 7:00 showing of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but because the money hasn't been debited from my account yet, I'm worried I'll get there and my tickets will not have been purchased, and the show will be sold out.

Yeah, you win. Holy fvcking hell, Prudence.

You know, I think I'd rather NOT know. Don't post anything. Just let the creep move in and I'll take my chances. If I know, I'll think about it ALL the time. Golly.

Holy crap!!!

These sex offender laws need to be re-written. People that dangerous should never be allowed out of jail! And an 18 y/o boy should not be labled a sex offender for having consentual sex with his 17 y/o girlfriend.

If... and that's a mighty big 'if' a violent offender is to be let out of jail the probation department better have the resources to moniter them. Unlike the probation dept that lost track on the offender who kidnapped the siblings in the mid-west.

GRRRRRR!

Of course you have to let them out. We need our jail and prison beds for non-violent offenders, drug addicts and moms picked up for prostitution. I work in the local Sheriff's Department with prisoner programs. I love the system! (this is a sarcastic thread, right?)

A sarcastic thread? On the LoT? What an horrific accusation.

You really work in the local Sheriff's office?

For the poor mothers:

A Cautionary Song by The Decemberists

there's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping
through the lights of beacon street
and if you listen you can hear her weeping, she's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling and the snow is softly falling on her petticoats. and she's standing in the harbour and she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat. see how they approach

with dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe within their keeping
a gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from any speaking, or screaming
and they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket calls for maidenhead
and she's scarce above the gunwales when her clothes fall to a bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck

and so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned
'til at last she's satisfied the lot of the marina's teeming minions, and their opinions

and they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she'll end up dead
and they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the habor where she goes to bed, and this is how you're fed

so be kind to your mother, though she may seem an awful bother, and the next time she tries to feed you collard greens, remember what she does when you're asleep

No one should see me like this.


I am getting better though.

I absolutely LOVE it when I don't get enough information to do my job.

Depending on how you count, there are at least 7 different drivers I'm responsible for testing. And for each of those 7, there are several versions in use by customers, depending on when they installed (people in our industry tend not to update drivers until they have a problem or are told to, so if they installed a year ago, they're probably using year old drivers).

So when I get a request to investigate a problem a customer is having, you'd THINK someone would mention which driver they're using. It almost never happens. I can ALMOST understand when the customer doesn't report the driver version initially. They don't necessarily know that we have that many drivers, or that they are so radically different from each other. But I boy do I love it when the people in our company who get the initial problem report from the customer forwards it on to me without bothering to get that most basic of info. I literally can do nothing without it because if I start looking at the problem using a different driver, anything I do is completely invalid.

And then they have the nerve to say, "Contact me if you need any more info." :mad: