What made you unhappy today?


Gonda
#1
Something made you sad today? Piss you off? Hard drive crash? Your kitty's sick? Got dumped?
 
Gonda
#2
Urrgh... Last night I dreamt that I had stopped at a gas station and met an alien there. He had Abe's personality, not the movie aliens' personality. He and I were experiencing some sexual tension, and I was considering hitting on him. Then I remembered how those guys reproduce, and thought better of it.

So, I'm already aware I'm bisexual, and I'm not bothered by the fact that Abe's a guy. I am, however, bothered by the fact that he's a %$&#ing bug-faced alien..

I'm going to go Lysol my brain, now.
 
iluvpoutine
#3
Mosquitoes - can someone tell me why we're still getting them in freakin' September?
 
Reverend Blair
#4
Lemme see...after buggering my knee up worse than an over-priced quarterback, I put the camper on the truck. That would have made me happy, but Mrs. Rev was helping. She's far too gentle, careful and polite for that kind of work.

She seems to feel that we should repair things instead of bashing them into place with a hammer. I'm leaving for Saskatchewan tomorrow and have no time to be taking out cupboards so that I can repair the rotten wood that holds the camper jacks on. They only have to hold for a few minutes, after all.
 
Twila
#5
my kitty is sick! How'd you know?

He's going through kidney failure and he's becoming increasingly senile. But he's 13yrs old. You've got to expect these things..........He has no idea.......We've decided not to tell him.
 
peapod
#6
Inter planetary connections twinks, thats how she does it Had no idea she was bisexual maybe after the lysol spray, maybe not tho :P
 
Nascar_James
#7
Got pulled over and given a warning about a damn seat belt violation. First time this has happened!
 
peapod
#8
Shame you didn't try to run, innit??? :P
 
Nascar_James
#9
Run? Of course not Peapod. Why would anyone run from the poilce. That's silly. They must have changed the seat belt laws or something. I haven't kept up to date. Last I remember, you could only be pulled over for a seat belt violation if you commited another traffic violation. It was considered a secondary infraction. Looks like the laws have changed. Now I need to re-enable the damn warning chimes in my pickup truck so I don't forget the seat belt.
 
Cosmo
#10
Bees. Bees make me unhappy every day. They stalk me, sneaking up to my 15th floor balcony, lurking around the open door until my attention wanders, then sneaking into the living room.

These are not ordinary bees. They are ingalactic space wasps the size of alien eyeballs. You can see the venom dripping from the stingers as they plan their coup.

Nice to hear you've expanded your Saturday night date pool, Gonda. Bisexuals definitely have the edge since they have double the chance to get their bells rung on a regular basis. Good work!
 
peapod
#11
Run? Of course not Peapod. Why would anyone run from the poilce
I dunno, maybe this . Take your time reading it, tis not fox tho. :P


Why, thou wanderer unseen! thou bender of the thistle of Lora; why, thou breeze of the valley, hast thou left mine ear? I hear no distant roar of streams! No sound of the harp from the rock! Come, thou huntress of Lutha, Malvina, call back his soul to the bard. I look forward to Lochlin of lakes, to the dark billowy bay of U-thorno, where Fingal descends from ocean, from the roar of winds. Few are the heroes of Morven in a land unknown!

Starno sent a dweller of Loda to bid Fingal to the feast; but the king remembered the past, and all his rage arose. "Nor Gormal's mossy towers, nor Starno, shall Fingal behold. Deaths wander, like shadows, over his fiery soul! Do I forget that beam of light, the white-handed daughter of kings? Go, son of Loda; his words are wind to Fingal: wind, that, to and fro drives the thistle in autumn's dusky vale. Duth-maruno, arm of death! Cromma-glas, of Iron shields! Struthmor, dweller of battle's wing! Cromar, whose ships bound on seas, careless as the course of a meteor, on dark-rolling clouds! Arise around me, children of heroes, in a land unknown! Let each look on his shield like Trenmor, the ruler of wars." "Come down," thus Trenmor said, "thou dweller between the harps! Thou shalt roll this stream away, or waste with me in earth."

Around the king they rise in wrath. No words come forth: they seize their spears. Each soul is rolled into itself. At length the sudden clang is waked on all their echoing shields. Each takes his hill by night; at intervals they darkly stand. Unequal bursts the hum of songs, between the roaring wind!

Broad over them rose the moon!

In his arms came tall Duth-maruno: he, from Croma of rocks, stern hunter of the boar! In his dark boat he rose on waves, when Crumthormo awaked its woods. In the chase he shone, among foes: No fear was thine, Duth-maruno!

'O Son of daring Comhal, shall my steps be forward through night? From this shield shall I view them, over their gleaming tribes? Starno, king of lakes, is before me, and Swaran, the foe of strangers. Their words are not in vain, by Loda's stone of power. Should Duth-maruno not return, his spouse is lonely at home, where meet two roaring streams on Crathmocraulo's plain. Around are hills, with echoing woods; the ocean is rolling near. My son looks on screaming sea-fowl, a young wanderer on the field. Give the head of a boar to Candona, tell him of his father's joy, when the bristly strength of U-thorno rolled on his lifted spear. Tell him of my deeds in war! Tell where his father fell!"

"Not forgetful of my fathers," said Fingal, "I have bounded over the seas. Theirs were the times of danger in the days of old. Nor settles darkness on me, before foes, though youthful in my locks. Chief of Crathmocraulo, the field of night is mine."

Fingal rushed, in all his arms, wide bounding over Turthor's stream, that sent its sullen roar, by night, through Gormal's misty vale. A moonbeam glittered on a rock; in the midst stood a stately form; a form with floating locks, like Lochlin's white-bosomed maids. Unequal are her steps, and short. She throws a broken song on wind. At times she tosses her white arms: for grief is dwelling in her soul.

"Torcal-torno, of aged locks," she said, "where now are thy steps, by Lulan? Thou hast failed at thine own dark streams, father of Conban-cargla! But I behold thee, chief of Lulan, sporting by Loda's hall, when the dark-skirted night is rolled along the sky. Thou sometimes hidest the moon with thy shield. I have seen her dim, in heaven. Thou kindlest thy hair into meteors, and sailest along the night. Why am I forgot, in my cave, king of shaggy boars? Look from the hall of Loda, on thy lonely daughter."

"Who art thou," said Fingal, "voice of night?"

She, trembling, turned away.

"Who art thou, in thy darkness?"

She shrunk into the cave.

The king loosed the thong from her hands. He asked about her fathers.

"Torcul-torno," she said, "once dwelt at Lulan's foamy stream: he dwelt-but now, in Loda's hall, he shakes the sounding shell. He met Starno of Lochlin in war; long fought the dark-eyed kings. My father fell, in his blood, blue-shielded Torcul-torno! By a rock, at Lulan's stream, I had pierced the bounding roe. My white hand gathered my hair from off the rushing winds. I heard a noise. Mine eyes were up. My soft breast rose on high. My step was forward, at Lulan, to meet thee, Torcul-torno. It was Starno, dreadful king! His red eves rolled on me in love. Dark waved his shaggy brow, above his gathered smile. Where is my father, I said, he that was mighty in war! Thou art left alone among foes, O daughter of Torcul-torno! He took my hand. He raised the sail. In this cave he placed me dark. At times he comes a gathered mist. He lifts before me my father's shield. But often passes a beam of youth far distant from my cave. The son of Starno moves in my sight. He dwells lonely in my soul."

"Maid of Lulan," said Fingal, "white-handed daughter of grief! a cloud, marked with streaks of fire, is rolled along my soul. Look not to that dark-robed moon; look not to those meteors of heaven. My gleaming steel is around thee, the terror of my foes! It is not the steel of the feeble, nor of the dark in soul! The maids are not shut in our caves of streams! They toss not their white arms alone. They bend fair within their locks, above the harps of Selma. Their voice is not in the desert wild. We melt along the pleasing sound!"

Fingal again advanced his steps, wide through the bosom of night, to where the trees of Loda shook amid squally winds. Three stones, with heads of moss, are there; a stream with foaming course: and dreadful, rolled around them, is the dark red cloud of Loda. High from its top looked forward a ghost, half formed of the shadowy stroke. He poured his voice, at times, amidst the roaring stream. Near, bending beneath a blasted tree, two heroes received his words: Swaran of lakes, and Starno, foe of strangers. On their dun shields they darkly leaned: their spears are forward through night. Shrill sounds the blast of darkness in Starno's floating beard.

They heard the tread of Fingal. The warriors rose in arms. "Swaran, lay that wanderer low," said Starno, in his pride. "Take the shield of thy father. It is a rock in war." Swaran threw his gleaming spear. It stood fixed in Loda's tree. Then came the foes forward with swords. They mixed their rattling steel. Through the thongs of Swaran's shield rushed the blade of Luno. The shield fell rolling on earth. Cleft, the helmet fell down. Fingal stopt the lifted steel. Wrathful stood Swaran, unarmed. He rolled his silent eyes; he threw his sword on earth. Then, slowly stalking over the stream, he whistled as he went.

Nor unseen of his father is Swaran. Starno turns away in wrath. His shaggy brows were dark above his gathered rage. He strikes Loda's tree with his spear. He raises the hum of songs. They come to the host of Lochlin, each in his own dark path; like two foam-covered streams from two rainy vales!

To Turthor's plain Fingal returned. Fair rose the beam of the east. It shone on the spoils of Lochlin in the hand of the king. From her cave came forth, in her beauty, the daughter of Torcul-torno. She gathered her hair from wind. She wildly raised her song. The song of Lulan of shells, where once her father dwelt. She saw Starno's bloody shield. Gladness rose, a light. on her face. She saw the cleft helmet of Swaran She shrunk, darkened, from Fingal. "Art thou fallen by thy hundred streams, O love of the mournful maid?"

U-thorno that risest in waters! on whose side are the meteors of night? I behold the dark moon descending behind thy resounding woods. On thy top dwells the misty Loda: the house of the spirits of men! In the end of his cloudy hall bends forward Cruth-loda of swords. His form is dimly seen amid his wavy mist. His right hand is on his shield. In his left is the half viewless shell. The roof of his dreadful hall is marked with nightly fires!

The race of Cruth-loda advance, a ridge of formless shades. He reaches the sounding shell to those who shone in war. But between him and the feeble, his shield rises a darkened orb. He is a setting meteor to the weak in arms. Bright as a rainbow on streams, came Lulan's white-bosomed maid.
 
Twila
#12
Um. I..uh...um...ergh. yeah
 
Nascar_James
#13
Quote: Originally Posted by peapod

Run? Of course not Peapod. Why would anyone run from the poilce
I dunno, maybe this . Take your time reading it, tis not fox tho. :P
Why, thou wanderer unseen! thou bender of the thistle of Lora; why, thou breeze of the valley, hast thou left mine ear? I hear no distant roar of streams! No sound of the harp from the rock! Come, thou huntress of Lutha, Malvina, call back his soul to the bard. I look forward to Lochlin of lakes, to the dark billowy bay of U-thorno, where Fingal descends from ocean, from the roar of winds. Few are the heroes of Morven in a land unknown!
Starno sent a dweller of Loda to bid Fingal to the feast; but the king remembered the past, and all his rage arose. "Nor Gormal's mossy towers, nor Starno, shall Fingal behold. Deaths wander, like shadows, over his fiery soul! Do I forget that beam of light, the white-handed daughter of kings? Go, son of Loda; his words are wind to Fingal: wind, that, to and fro drives the thistle in autumn's dusky vale. Duth-maruno, arm of death! Cromma-glas, of Iron shields! Struthmor, dweller of battle's wing! Cromar, whose ships bound on seas, careless as the course of a meteor, on dark-rolling clouds! Arise around me, children of heroes, in a land unknown! Let each look on his shield like Trenmor, the ruler of wars." "Come down," thus Trenmor said, "thou dweller between the harps! Thou shalt roll this stream away, or waste with me in earth."
Around the king...

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I don't get it Peapod?? What do some poems of Ossian have to do with running from the police???
 
Twila
#14
Something else made me unhappy but this happened a coupld of days ago.

I learned that my daughters father (who we haven't heard from in almost 4yrs) had been admitted to hospital do to an organ shut down.

We expected such a call. Actually expected a call to say he'd died. He's a heroin addict. His time is limited. I get the monumental task of deciding whether to burden my daughter with the news. Or not. Now or later. or never.
 
GreenGreta
#15
Do it, then you have no regrets.
 
peapod
#16
I'm sorry twinks, that must be a difficult one.
 
beentheredonethat
#17
Quote: Originally Posted by Twila

my kitty is sick! How'd you know?

He's going through kidney failure and he's becoming increasingly senile. But he's 13yrs old. You've got to expect these things..........He has no idea.......We've decided not to tell him.

Oh, that's terrible. I have lost a couple of cats to kidney failure, and just over Labor Day, our sheltie died of kidney failure at age 15. I think it's a common ailment of old age, but it is very sad.
Treasure every moment.

Been There
 
Twila
#18
Quote:

Treasure every moment.

I plan to. He thinks he's won the lottery as it is. Catnip all the time. Down Duvet on a highrise bed. His own pet cat (although i'm sure the cat would disagree!) salmon and tuna to his hearts content. clean litter box everyday. fresh water and the best cat food money can buy........

He's spoiled. But that's what pets are for!


Quote:

Do it, then you have no regrets.

Leaning this way. I'd like to have more information to tell her rather then the little bit I have. I just wish I could know whether or not she wants to know.
 
manda
#19
I'd just tell her that he is really sick, and then if there is more bad news, it's not as much of a shock to the system

You know your daughter best twinks, go with your gut
 
bhoour
#20
The thing that made me un-happy today, was being alone... again.
I want to be in a healthy adult relationship loved by someone, unconditionally. <SIGH>.
I'm supposedly in my prime (36)....and I'm wasting it on MYSELF! ...............
 
manda
#21
Quote: Originally Posted by bhoour

The thing that made me un-happy today, was being alone... again.
I want to be in a healthy adult relationship loved by someone, unconditionally. <SIGH>.
I'm supposedly in my prime (36)....and I'm wasting it on MYSELF! ...............

better to "invest" it in yourself that to give it to someone completely unworthy
 
missile
#22
My recurring nightmare of still being "on the job"
 
no1important
#23
Only family on my dads side wished me happy birthday yesterday. Not a peep from anyone on mothers side. I still can't figure out why. Oh well. There loss. No more presents or cards for any of them I guess.
 
Cosmo
#24
Quote: Originally Posted by no1important

Only family on my dads side wished me happy birthday yesterday. Not a peep from anyone on mothers side. I still can't figure out why. Oh well. There loss. No more presents or cards for any of them I guess.

Oh no! I missed your birthday?

Well ... allow me to make amends ... envision Marilyn Monroe singing "Happy Birthday Dear No1Important ..." (even though I sound nothing like that!) and planting a big sloppy one on ya!


Hope your day was wonderful!
 
Cosmo
#25
Quote: Originally Posted by bhoour

The thing that made me un-happy today, was being alone... again.
I want to be in a healthy adult relationship loved by someone, unconditionally. <SIGH>.
I'm supposedly in my prime (36)....and I'm wasting it on MYSELF! ...............

Check out
www.lavalife.com/ (external - login to view)

That's where I met the love of my life! We've been together 4 years and it's the first "real" relationship I've ever had. Dreams do come true!

Before meeting my dream girl, though, I must admit I enjoyed the single life. I did like being on my own about 99% of the time. It was that 1% that made me impulsively put up a profile on Lava Life and voila! There she was. Did have a couple false starts ... lots of odd folk out there, but I don't discourage easily.

One thing in your favour is that the search can be so damn much fun! Getting to know people is a delight. The more interested you are in others, the more fun you'll have.

Ok, that's enough sappy stuff from Cosmo!
 
no1important
#26
Thanks Cosmo
 
Diamond Sun
#27
I had to come back to work after a mini four day vacation. Blech.
 
Jo Canadian
#28
What made you unhappy today?


It's friday, and I know I have to work all weekend...and monday
 
beentheredonethat
#29
Quote: Originally Posted by Nascar_James

Run? Of course not Peapod. Why would anyone run from the poilce. That's silly. They must have changed the seat belt laws or something. I haven't kept up to date. Last I remember, you could only be pulled over for a seat belt violation if you commited another traffic violation. It was considered a secondary infraction. Looks like the laws have changed. Now I need to re-enable the damn warning chimes in my pickup truck so I don't forget the seat belt.

James, James, James,
How could you have possibly missed the campaign "Click It or Ticket?"

Been There
 
Nascar_James
#30
Quote: Originally Posted by Cosmo

Quote: Originally Posted by bhoourThe thing that made me un-happy today, was being alone... again.
I want to be in a healthy adult relationship loved by someone, unconditionally. <SIGH>.
I'm supposedly in my prime (36)....and I'm wasting it on MYSELF! ...............Check out
http://www.lavalife.com/
That's where I met the love of my life! We've been together 4 years and it's the first "real" relationship I've ever had. Dreams do come true!
Before meeting my dream girl, though, I must admit I enjoyed the single life. I did like being on my own about 99% of the time. It was that 1% that made me impulsively put up a profile on Lava Life and voila! There she was. Did have a couple false starts ... lots of odd folk out there, but I don't discourage easily.
One thing in your favour is that the search can be so damn much fun! Getting to know people is a delight. The more interested you are in others, the more fun you'll have.

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hmmm ... bhoour, I suggest you try joining some groups within your church. That is surely one way to meet someone legit, no mystery bag and unconditionally.
 

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