What Made You Smile/Laugh Today?

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Getting in out of the heat, into an air conditioned house, and having all the women in my life- wife, new GF, and infant daughters- all sigh and relax as one. Granted, it was pretty hot outside, but still, unison :D
 
My writing partner (who is frequently at the mercy of my 'energetic' personality) this morning...

"You seem...caffeinated."

:D
You've always seemed caffeinated to me. Kind of Mountain Dew on steroids-ish.

(I really like Mountain Dew. It's all I drink when I'm at the casino. :) )
 
Who says that chivalry is dead?

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Seeing some new photos of my kids and new grandson on Facebook :)
Luckily my son has a page, my daughter doesn't have internet so this is the only way so far I've been able to see pics.
 
You've always seemed caffeinated to me. Kind of Mountain Dew on steroids-ish.

(I really like Mountain Dew. It's all I drink when I'm at the casino. :) )

Mountain Dew Kode Red?

LOL.

Related: In our correspondences with our new editor "N", my writing partner and I have been up to our usual frivolity. In one email I made the comment that N should not believe a single word my partner says about me. Partner immediately wrote back to N:

"K is the calmest most laid back person you will ever meet. I often suggest she up her caffeine intake. You'll hardly ever hear from her."
 
The beginning of this belongs in the "What pissed you off today?" thread, but the end belongs here, so that's where I'm putting it.

Today, I woke up and checked my bank account balance, which I do every day because I am a paranoid, suspicious bitch. The bank had taken a $10.95 service fee out. According to their own policies, if you don't have at least $300 worth of direct deposits per month, they can levy this (idiotic) fee.

So I go down through the monthly statement, tallying up direct deposits. (Most of my customers pay me in either checks or through PayPal, so I wasn't sure if I had the $300 in direct deposit or not.) It turned out that I had a good bit more than $300 direct-deposited into my account, so I called the bank.

The outsourced call center clearly didn't want to deal with me and told me to go to a branch. At this point, I'm very annoyed because of the wrongly levied fee, another $3 "paper statement fee" I'd been levied the day before (despite the fact that customers weren't told beforehand about the "paper statement fee" and weren't given the option to opt out, which I would have because I don't need the damn things, anyway), and the fact that I'd been blown off by the guy in Bumfuckistan on the phone.

I went down to the bank and was told by some bored old lady who also clearly didn't want to deal with me that the direct deposit threshold of $300 meant that you had to have a single direct deposit of at least $300, rather than having the total of all your direct deposits be $300. This is completely contrary to what I was told when they instated this whole monthly fee business to start with.

So I casually asked when that had changed, and she told me it'd always been that way. I told her that I'd specifically asked the people in the customer service department when they started charging the fees if the $300 threshold meant $300 worth of TOTAL deposits of at least one SINGLE $300 deposit and was told that it was the total of all deposits. She told me again that it'd always been that way.

"So someone is lying to me, then?" I asked.

She just repeated that it'd always been that way.

"I have no desire to stand here and argue with you," I said. "I'd like to close the account."

She hemmed and hawed and tried to avoid doing it. She told me that I had to cancel all my direct deposits before she could do it, blah, blah, blah.

"Consider them canceled," I said.

She kept on hemming and hawing.

I looked at her and said, "I want that account closed before I leave here. I'm willing to wait." I leaned back and crossed my arms over my chest.

The other teller there was watching the proceedings. At this point, she looked hard at me and, apparently realizing that yes, this bitch is crazy enough to camp out in the lobby until we give her her money, told the other woman to close the account.

Ten minutes later, after the old lady had fucked around for as long as she could, she gave me my money.

"Thank you," I said, wearing the crazy bitch smile. "I'm so glad I found out how you treat your customers here because I was within a couple of weeks of opening a small business account with you. Now I'm thrilled that I don't have to."

I spun on my heel and walked out.

I marched my happy ass out to my truck and drove straight to the local credit union and opened an account. No fees, no bullshit, AND it's a small, locally-owned place.

You can kiss my fat, white redneck ass, corporate banks.

#OccupyBunny'sTown?
 
LOL.

Related: In our correspondences with our new editor "N", my writing partner and I have been up to our usual frivolity. In one email I made the comment that N should not believe a single word my partner says about me. Partner immediately wrote back to N:

"K is the calmest most laid back person you will ever meet. I often suggest she up her caffeine intake. You'll hardly ever hear from her."

Oh, yeeeeeeeeeeeah. You NEED caffeine, and something to DO with your life.


Heh.

The beginning of this belongs in the "What pissed you off today?" thread, but the end belongs here, so that's where I'm putting it.

<snip>

I marched my happy ass out to my truck and drove straight to the local credit union and opened an account. No fees, no bullshit, AND it's a small, locally-owned place.

You can kiss my fat, white redneck ass, corporate banks.

#OccupyBunny'sTown?

Spectacular.

Sooo nicely done.
 
The beginning of this belongs in the "What pissed you off today?" thread, but the end belongs here, so that's where I'm putting it.

Today, I woke up and checked my bank account balance, which I do every day because I am a paranoid, suspicious bitch. The bank had taken a $10.95 service fee out. According to their own policies, if you don't have at least $300 worth of direct deposits per month, they can levy this (idiotic) fee.

So I go down through the monthly statement, tallying up direct deposits. (Most of my customers pay me in either checks or through PayPal, so I wasn't sure if I had the $300 in direct deposit or not.) It turned out that I had a good bit more than $300 direct-deposited into my account, so I called the bank.

The outsourced call center clearly didn't want to deal with me and told me to go to a branch. At this point, I'm very annoyed because of the wrongly levied fee, another $3 "paper statement fee" I'd been levied the day before (despite the fact that customers weren't told beforehand about the "paper statement fee" and weren't given the option to opt out, which I would have because I don't need the damn things, anyway), and the fact that I'd been blown off by the guy in Bumfuckistan on the phone.

I went down to the bank and was told by some bored old lady who also clearly didn't want to deal with me that the direct deposit threshold of $300 meant that you had to have a single direct deposit of at least $300, rather than having the total of all your direct deposits be $300. This is completely contrary to what I was told when they instated this whole monthly fee business to start with.

So I casually asked when that had changed, and she told me it'd always been that way. I told her that I'd specifically asked the people in the customer service department when they started charging the fees if the $300 threshold meant $300 worth of TOTAL deposits of at least one SINGLE $300 deposit and was told that it was the total of all deposits. She told me again that it'd always been that way.

"So someone is lying to me, then?" I asked.

She just repeated that it'd always been that way.

"I have no desire to stand here and argue with you," I said. "I'd like to close the account."

She hemmed and hawed and tried to avoid doing it. She told me that I had to cancel all my direct deposits before she could do it, blah, blah, blah.

"Consider them canceled," I said.

She kept on hemming and hawing.

I looked at her and said, "I want that account closed before I leave here. I'm willing to wait." I leaned back and crossed my arms over my chest.

The other teller there was watching the proceedings. At this point, she looked hard at me and, apparently realizing that yes, this bitch is crazy enough to camp out in the lobby until we give her her money, told the other woman to close the account.

Ten minutes later, after the old lady had fucked around for as long as she could, she gave me my money.

"Thank you," I said, wearing the crazy bitch smile. "I'm so glad I found out how you treat your customers here because I was within a couple of weeks of opening a small business account with you. Now I'm thrilled that I don't have to."

I spun on my heel and walked out.

I marched my happy ass out to my truck and drove straight to the local credit union and opened an account. No fees, no bullshit, AND it's a small, locally-owned place.

You can kiss my fat, white redneck ass, corporate banks.

#OccupyBunny'sTown?


*cheers*
 
The beginning of this belongs in the "What pissed you off today?" thread, but the end belongs here, so that's where I'm putting it.

Today, I woke up and checked my bank account balance, which I do every day because I am a paranoid, suspicious bitch. The bank had taken a $10.95 service fee out. According to their own policies, if you don't have at least $300 worth of direct deposits per month, they can levy this (idiotic) fee.

So I go down through the monthly statement, tallying up direct deposits. (Most of my customers pay me in either checks or through PayPal, so I wasn't sure if I had the $300 in direct deposit or not.) It turned out that I had a good bit more than $300 direct-deposited into my account, so I called the bank.

The outsourced call center clearly didn't want to deal with me and told me to go to a branch. At this point, I'm very annoyed because of the wrongly levied fee, another $3 "paper statement fee" I'd been levied the day before (despite the fact that customers weren't told beforehand about the "paper statement fee" and weren't given the option to opt out, which I would have because I don't need the damn things, anyway), and the fact that I'd been blown off by the guy in Bumfuckistan on the phone.

I went down to the bank and was told by some bored old lady who also clearly didn't want to deal with me that the direct deposit threshold of $300 meant that you had to have a single direct deposit of at least $300, rather than having the total of all your direct deposits be $300. This is completely contrary to what I was told when they instated this whole monthly fee business to start with.

So I casually asked when that had changed, and she told me it'd always been that way. I told her that I'd specifically asked the people in the customer service department when they started charging the fees if the $300 threshold meant $300 worth of TOTAL deposits of at least one SINGLE $300 deposit and was told that it was the total of all deposits. She told me again that it'd always been that way.

"So someone is lying to me, then?" I asked.

She just repeated that it'd always been that way.

"I have no desire to stand here and argue with you," I said. "I'd like to close the account."

She hemmed and hawed and tried to avoid doing it. She told me that I had to cancel all my direct deposits before she could do it, blah, blah, blah.

"Consider them canceled," I said.

She kept on hemming and hawing.

I looked at her and said, "I want that account closed before I leave here. I'm willing to wait." I leaned back and crossed my arms over my chest.

The other teller there was watching the proceedings. At this point, she looked hard at me and, apparently realizing that yes, this bitch is crazy enough to camp out in the lobby until we give her her money, told the other woman to close the account.

Ten minutes later, after the old lady had fucked around for as long as she could, she gave me my money.

"Thank you," I said, wearing the crazy bitch smile. "I'm so glad I found out how you treat your customers here because I was within a couple of weeks of opening a small business account with you. Now I'm thrilled that I don't have to."

I spun on my heel and walked out.

I marched my happy ass out to my truck and drove straight to the local credit union and opened an account. No fees, no bullshit, AND it's a small, locally-owned place.

You can kiss my fat, white redneck ass, corporate banks.

#OccupyBunny'sTown?
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The beginning of this belongs in the "What pissed you off today?" thread, but the end belongs here, so that's where I'm putting it...

Banks...yes. My big bank actually treats me very well but man I've had some bad experiences over the years. In a mix up, several years ago, one bank closed my account because (through no fault of my own) I was overdrawn by 46 cents.

Good on ya, BB. If I were you, I'd send that bank a letter and let them know why you left and where you went.


Oh, yeeeeeeeeeeeah. You NEED caffeine, and something to DO with your life.


Heh.

I am considering taking up speed macrame in my spare two minutes per day. ;)
 
There's a commercial on TV, sort of a PSA about drugs and the Mom is in denial the tag like is "denial is a drug"
I jokingly gave my son an accusing eye and he said "I'm snorting indifference"
 
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My relationship is going really, really well. In a week's time we'll have been together three years. I think this is going to be long-term. This makes me smile.
 
Why would you need flame resistant pajamas?
Was catching fire in their sleep a big problem for many people in 1975? :)
If I remember correctly, there was a small scandal (I think it was on 60 minutes) that showed some baby clothes and/or bed clothes were VERY flammable once ignited. So, it wasn't long before the flame retardant variety came around. I don't think the retardant was checked out by any health agency for leeching into sleeping kid's skin. Thank God I was old enough by then that I was sleeping in the buff.

I also had an erector set. I wonder how kids survived all of those small parts that can't be sold to the target demographic today. But I had mine in the 60s. And where were the leisure suits? I remember when my mother bought two matching ones...one for my father and one for me. I never EVER wore mine. Those color coordinated, turned up cuffs and tall straight collars made my skin crawl. Thankfully, I was into my out of control, rebel stage by then.
 
A funny random but politically incorrect though popping into my head whilst looking at a box of chocolates
 
Warning - this might get a little sappy. I'm on my third glass of wine. :eek:

This place made me smile today. More specifically; the BDSM Cafe. My home away from home.

Had the crummiest day ever. The worst I've had (at work) in years. Then?
The weather was crappy. The grocery store was packed. The cashier... well, left something to be desired in the way of customer service. The traffic was a bitch and by the time I got home, I didn't know whether I wanted to scream, or cry or fight with someone/something, or curl up on the couch with my kitty.

That wasn't to be, 'cause she started yelling (yowling) at me the second I walked in the door. "Don't take your coat off, don't check the machine. I want treats! Right now! No, not that treat, the green ones. The GREEN ones!!! I don't care if the orange ones are already open! Dammit, aren't you listening to me?" :eek:

After attending to her demands, I took off my coat and I logged onto Lit. And, as it so often happens.... checking in with the peeps on here, catching up, reading the good, the bad, the ugly made the crap of my day sort of not matter so much. Though I'm still quite shy about posting on threads... I feel at home here. Accepted, and understood. I'm not a freak, or 'sick' and twisted. I'm simply me. And, I'm okay with me. (Wow! - an epiphany! :) )

So, as I smile and tear up a little I want to take a moment to wish all of you a Happy New Year. Y'all are awesome. Truly. I have a a feeling that 2012 is going to be a hell of a ride.

:heart::rose::kiss:
 
I am considering taking up speed macrame in my spare two minutes per day. ;)

I like to see how fast I can macrame while my friend keeps score.

My relationship is going really, really well. In a week's time we'll have been together three years. I think this is going to be long-term. This makes me smile.

Well, damn. How can I not give THIS a big fat :rose: ????

:)

If I remember correctly, there was a small scandal (I think it was on 60 minutes) that showed some baby clothes and/or bed clothes were VERY flammable once ignited. So, it wasn't long before the flame retardant variety came around. I don't think the retardant was checked out by any health agency for leeching into sleeping kid's skin. Thank God I was old enough by then that I was sleeping in the buff.

I think all the suave kids were wearing their PJs under their smoking jackets.

Hehe.

So, as I smile and tear up a little I want to take a moment to wish all of you a Happy New Year. Y'all are awesome. Truly. I have a a feeling that 2012 is going to be a hell of a ride.

:heart::rose::kiss:

I'm pretty sure you mean the message board over at bobbleheadcollecting.com. Those folks... Fuck... Amazing. Once, a squirrel got into my house and destroyed my first edition mint collection of Hanson bobbleheads. I'd snagged them for a song at a yard sale. Fuck fuck fuck.

The guys over at BHC helped me through it, step by step.

Happy 2012, though. :rose:
 
The tagline for a Metal Gear Solid Rising trailer I just watched was "Revenge... with a vengeance!" which was then condensed into simply "revengeance." This is the greatest tagline ever. I am going to buy that game, simply on the strength of the tagline. :D
 
The odd times when inspiration stikes.

The research that the start of a new story entails- key phrases like:
Shadow people
Egyptian girl names
Servant of Bast
Brazillian Cap... to find the spelling for capoeria
 
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