And you got into medical school how???

Maybe their mommies or daddies had something to do with it. (for some of them)

Pavlov would be proud.

hehehe. Nice one, BlueDev. I'm having parking issues, too. I live in a three plex. There's room in our lot for 4 cars. The girl who lives down stairs has two... one hasn't moved (and isn't going to move without the assistance of a towtruck) and she insists on parking her newest car right in front of the old one so that she doesn't have to walk an extra parking spot away?!!! ARRRGH!
sorry.

Maybe their mommies or daddies had something to do with it. (for some of them)

Sadly enough, in some cases this is true. I am not saying they aren't smart, capable people, but it can be downright frightening just how little common sense some folks who are going to be doctors have. Hopefully they will pick some up along the way.

NickyG--No problem. Let it out. Key her car! Erm, I didn't say that.

The joys of living in apartments eh? We have plenty of parking, but this one car just kills me in the morning. Over and over and over again he starts it, the engine turns over a couple of times then dies. Over and over and over again. Drives me mad.

Calm down BlueDev... everything's gonna be o.k.  put down the letter opener and step away from the table! 

now breath in and count to 10... goooood... now take your blood pressure medicine before you check your email... everything's going to be fine... hehehe

Sorry bro... I just couldn't help it.  All of these nutjobs that you live and work around make me thankful that cellphones aren't allowed in my place of employment (though our work phones literally ring non-stop) and that I live in the 'country' meaning that there are woods on all 4 sides of the house, hence no annoying neighbours...

if only I had a wife as beautiful as yours to come home to every night.    I guess it's all give and take huh?

if only I had a wife as beautiful as yours to come home to every night. I guess it's all give and take huh?

Whew, thanks for the reminder imajinit! I am feeling better alrea. . .Oh, wait, she has choir rehearsal until 11:30 tonight, and something every other night this week. It is all good.

The pager thing is the one that really drives me nuts. I seriously don't see why they leave them on beep when vibrate won't annoy anyone else. Oh well.

HAHA! I got an email a couple years back that recommended returning snail mails. Just don't fill out the credit application or prize certification. Shred that and instead drop in some old, expired coupons or ads from your newspaper. They prepaid for the postage on the envelope, but if you throw it away, they don't get charged. Send it back with junk mail for them to open.

This same email recommended telling telemarketers that you were very interested in hearing what they had to say. Then asking if they could hold for just one moment. Set the phone down and walk away.

I've got a theory that the pager thing (and cell phone ring thing) is to show how important you are. If your pager rings silently, no one else will ever know. If it rings out loud, you must be important. The benefit of using silent is that once people identify you as a silent function user, you can get out of anything distasteful. How does the annoying conversation killer know that you didn't really get paged? Run off and call the weather number or the time and look rushed.

I feel for you....

We get junk mail all the time.  They amount of junk that comes addressed to 'military family' is unreal.  Credit applications, life insurance...all kinds of garbage.

I also know how it is to have a neighbor with an annoying car habit.  Mine happens to have a Mustang with a very loud set of pipes on it.  he starts it up and lets it 'warm' (with the radio on) at 530am.  The car warming part I might be able to tolerate, but the radio blaring some rap 'thunka thunka thunk' at 530 am is getting to be too much to tolerate.  I'm thinking that one morning soon he might just wake up and find that some naughty person has stuck a potato up those lovely pipes...or that the dastardly scatalogical squirrels have gone and chewed some important wires up.

Then again, that naughty person might want to preserve her half-way decent karma and might just grumble about it on her blog instead......

I don't know about you, but the Christ I believe in doesn't resort to spam.

Amen to that.

The joys of living in apartments eh?

No kidding! I have a neighbor who will not move the boxes that a printer, knife set, and media rack came in - from outside her door. It's going on three weeks already. It's really starting to eat me up...

chiprj--I had heard that as well. I just think it is hilarious that the junk mail is always the mail that is labeled important. Insulting our intelligence isn't the way to earn customers.

dharma--That would drive me nuts. I get irritated enough when people stand out by the mail or trash with their music thump thump thumping in the day, let alone at 5:30 in the morning.

Hamster 311--Gotta do something with those boxes. Little poop, little fire and a quick ring or knock sounds good.

why indeed??? Man, i loved this threat!
Everyday when i come back home i wonder why Brad Pitt isnt home cooking dinner.
Maybe he doesnt know how to cook hey?

Why does the fellow who leaves for work before 6 am always park right outside my window?

I must admit I am guily of this, I have a guy who lives next door who called the cops on me for starting my bike at 4am to go to work. They came and measure the sound level of my bike and found well within the legal limit. So now I ride to work every time I possibly can and let the bike warm up for a good 10 minutes before taking off. I know it's mean but, before he did this I was carefull, I would roll the bike out of the garage to eliminate the echo effect and start it up take off right away so I wouldn't bother anyone.

I must admit I am guily of this, I have a guy who lives next door who called the cops on me for starting my bike at 4am to go to work.

Well, I wouldn't mind him starting his car. . .if it started. It is the 15 times (and that is not an exaggeration) that he turns the engine over, chugga-chugga-chugga again and again and again until it starts. Only to have it die immediately. Wash, rinse, repeat for at least 5 minutes. Like a drill into my skull.

island_gurl--To be honest, I really don't know that much about Brad Pitt. But if I ever meet him I will ask what his problem is and get him over as quick as I can. Sound good?

Little poop, little fire and a quick ring or knock sounds good.

That's an especially mean idea, and I hadn't even thought of it! I like it, but I don't think I could actually do it.

I am taking suggestions, though.

Yeah, I don't think I could do it either. Too old. My kids might find out, then I would be in big trouble. But it is a fun thought.