Post by ProfessorArtNerd on Oct 10, 2013 12:47:04 GMT -5
What is it about mcdonalds fries that cure a migraine hangover? Is it the same principle as a regular hangover, I guess? Mmmm salty
Today is a sweatpants and hoodie kind of day: rainy and chilly and grey. Lucy has gymnastics after school, but the lobby is so freaking loud. I usually watch her from outside, but not today. Today I get to,listen to the chorus of clucking hen-mothers and fathers and the whiniest set of twins to toddle the earth. Of course they're whiney, it's four thirty. Give them food. And for Christs sake stop singing to them, you're awful!
Apparently migraine hangovers make me mean, sorry!
Post by thinklikeajellyfish on Oct 10, 2013 12:48:11 GMT -5
I'm waiting to find out if I get a guest house I looked at on Sunday. It is pretty close to perfect - very small, quite a commute to work, but I could make it work. I can afford the rent and she is fine with all of my animals. Seven other people looked at it, so I should find out today or tommorow. Until I find a place to live I am stuck in our current place with STBxH. Awkward.
H's birthday is on Saturday. I have no idea how to act about it right now. :/
Ask him how he feels about it. Sorry.
He doesn't know how he feels about it and I don't want to push him about his feelings. It's hard because I'm such a fixer and there's nothing I can do to fix this.
I just don't GAF right now. Work is killing me and it's all I can focus on. I do not have the energy right now to work out after work and getting up early has not been happening so I've had to be very strict with my eating and while I am proud of myself, I want to eat all of the things and drink tons of wine!! :drink:
I told someone at my H's church group that I thought would be cool that I am joining a different church. She seemed okay-ish about it when I told her. But then last night when I got home she texted about how she was praying for me. It seemed really judgey like I needed prayer because I'm a fucking heathen or something. I knew this was a bad idea but I went against my better judgment. Now I'm worried she's going to tell other people and I'm going to be getting multiple "praying for you" texts.
Why are you switching churches? Just curious. I hate the judgey shit.
I told someone at my H's church group that I thought would be cool that I am joining a different church. She seemed okay-ish about it when I told her. But then last night when I got home she texted about how she was praying for me. It seemed really judgey like I needed prayer because I'm a fucking heathen or something. I knew this was a bad idea but I went against my better judgment. Now I'm worried she's going to tell other people and I'm going to be getting multiple "praying for you" texts.
Why are you switching churches? Just curious. I hate the judgey shit.
I've gone to a non-denominational evangelical church for a long time. I wanted something more liturgical and traditional and ended up in the Episcopal church. I love it!
Why are you switching churches? Just curious. I hate the judgey shit.
I've gone to a non-denominational evangelical church for a long time. I wanted something more liturgical and traditional and ended up in the Episcopal church. I love it!
Episcopal is a great happy-medium! I grew up in an Episcopal church. I feel like they are generally liberal enough that it's easy to be normal and build good relationships, but the tradition of service is all there.
I've gone to a non-denominational evangelical church for a long time. I wanted something more liturgical and traditional and ended up in the Episcopal church. I love it!
Episcopal is a great happy-medium! I grew up in an Episcopal church. I feel like they are generally liberal enough that it's easy to be normal and build good relationships, but the tradition of service is all there.
You know what's annoying? People who can't follow the simplest directions. I gave my mom directions to my new house that were so easy, even my 90 year old grandmother could follow them. 10 minutes later I get a phone call from my mom saying she's lost. Howww are you lost, mother? You've lived here 15 years. "Oh this stupid GPS! It doesn't know where I am or where you are! Top of the line, my ass!". Head.fucking.desk. Put the gps down, mom.
We were supposed I meet a friend and her son at the pumpkin patch this afternoon. We have been here an hour and she just texted saying she wasn't going to make it. I'm bummed but DS is having a blast so it's all good.