Post by spanikopita on Jul 28, 2014 12:41:07 GMT -5
I'm watching 2.5 hrs of cartoons with my son because the baby is sleeping, and my ass is too tired to entertain the 4 year old. Plus he's SO LOUD when he plays, he always wakes her up.
I brought a blah lunch, and so I'm semi-seriously thinking of going to a local BBQ place for some chicken wings. MM-related, it'd have to go on my credit card.
I won't, but I want to. I think about food entirely too much.
Post by teatimefor2 on Jul 28, 2014 14:25:11 GMT -5
I hate, hate, hate DH's beard. He grew it during the World Cup. Kissing him now seriously is a tune off. Last night, I finally told him. He said it will be gone by the weekend -- I feel horrible, but I hate it. It looks good,but feels horrible.?
H currently isn't able to drink per doctors orders. I really want to drink all the good stuff that we have in our fridge but that wouldn't be nice. Once he is able to drink again he probably will be severely limited in what he can drink so I would really be doing him a favor.
H currently isn't able to drink per doctors orders. I really want to drink all the good stuff that we have in our fridge but that wouldn't be nice. Once he is able to drink again he probably will be severely limited in what he can drink so I would really be doing him a favor.
Meh. I can't drink, but I don't mind DH or others drinking around me. I say go for it as long as you don't brag, ha!
H currently isn't able to drink per doctors orders. I really want to drink all the good stuff that we have in our fridge but that wouldn't be nice. Once he is able to drink again he probably will be severely limited in what he can drink so I would really be doing him a favor.
Meh. I can't drink, but I don't mind DH or others drinking around me. I say go for it as long as you don't brag, ha!
It's not just that he can't drink but this is beer that he has been collecting and aging for the last couple of years and he really wants to enjoy.
I just had a chiropractic adjustment and I feel sick and nauseated since I hurt so bad. He asked me if I'd been in an accident. WTF, no but I kinda feel like it. I've been miserable off and on the last couple of weeks and I wait until life is totally intolerable until I go... Stupid.
Confession part...I am totally petrified of farting when I get adjustments,so it's hard to relax. Today, I just didn't care, I was so far gone. Luckily, no farts escaped despite my non-effort.
Post by explorer2001 on Jul 28, 2014 15:26:21 GMT -5
I'm apparently ragey today. On Mondays I often use my lunch break to run to the grocery store near my office and pick up a weeks worth of healthy lunch food. When I got down to the parking lot someone had parked me in (spaces are at 90 degree angle to each other in the corner of the lot). If they had just pulled into their space its easy to get out but they left their car projecting a quarter of the way behind my car.
So instead of a quick run for healthy lunch food I got a 3/4 of a mile round trip on foot in 108 degrees to eat crappy fast food because I had to eat something and be back for a conference call. Grr!
If they are still there when I leave tonight I'm having them towed without a second thought and leaving a printed note about not parking like an asshole on their windshield before the tow truck drags the car away.
I hate, hate, hate DH's beard. He grew it during the World Cup. Kissing him now seriously is a tune off. Last night, I finally told him. He said it will be gone by the weekend -- I feel horrible, but I hate it. It looks good,but feels horrible.?
Aww, that's too bad. H has been growing his beard since November. It got quite long but he had to trim it recently for some visitors at his work. I really like it, the only time it bothers me is when he's freshly trimmed his mustache. I like it a LOT for, uh, other activities.
Coworker: oh, you are going on vacation, where are you going? Shoe: We are going mountain climbing in the Cascades, I cannot wait! Coworker: Omg no way, there are no bathrooms? You are sleeping in a tent? You carry all your food, zomg that sounds terrible...wow, that sounds like work not a vacation. Shoe: It's a different kind of work, that's for sure.
Confession: Feeling inner smugness because coworker totally misses the point. Know smugness is annyoing. Still feel smug, as would rather poop in a blue bag (yup, that's a thing) for the rest of my life than to not know the feeling of summiting a mounting. Smuggy McSmuggerson over here.
Coworker: oh, you are going on vacation, where are you going? Shoe: We are going mountain climbing in the Cascades, I cannot wait! Coworker: Omg no way, there are no bathrooms? You are sleeping in a tent? You carry all your food, zomg that sounds terrible...wow, that sounds like work not a vacation. Shoe: It's a different kind of work, that's for sure.
Confession: Feeling inner smugness because coworker totally misses the point. Know smugness is annyoing. Still feel smug, as would rather poop in a blue bag (yup, that's a thing) for the rest of my life than to not know the feeling of summiting a mounting. Smuggy McSmuggerson over here.
Not that I would've said it your face, but... Team Coworker, lol. That blue bag things sounds terrible
(I did a few-hours hike up Mt Washington once. NEVER AGAIN)
I hate, hate, hate DH's beard. He grew it during the World Cup. Kissing him now seriously is a tune off. Last night, I finally told him. He said it will be gone by the weekend -- I feel horrible, but I hate it. It looks good,but feels horrible.?
Aww, that's too bad. H has been growing his beard since November. It got quite long but he had to trim it recently for some visitors at his work. I really like it, the only time it bothers me is when he's freshly trimmed his mustache. I like it a LOT for, uh, other activities.
That's what I was hoping. I tried all possibilities of it being an advantage, but it feels too briskly.... Does that make sense. Stubbly, is great, very sexy, but a full beard, no for me.
I have gained a huge amount of weight since our last move.
I've got all kinds of excuses for it. It's particularly rough because I busted my ass to lose a bunch of weight a handful of years ago - I managed to lose a bunch, and then my weightloss totally stalled out. Couldn't figure out why, but from that point I started slowly gaining weight no matter what I tried food/exercise-wise... Consulted professionals, and the last straw the summer before moving here was an endocrinologist telling me I was fucked, and that there wasn't anything I _could_ do - I'd just keep gaining until I ended up getting Type 2 diabetes. I just haven't had the will to put in the effort since then. (what I had been doing was at least keeping me from gaining at a crazy rate, but the doctor told me that nothing would keep me from gaining weight)
To answer the questions, he saw the line in person two days ago, but we weren't sure if it was the trigger shot or the real deal. The text was a confirmation after I got the blood test results. He is at an airshow and I texted him a photo of a onesie that said Daddy's Copilot. He was thrilled and sent me one of those personalized cokes that says Dad on it and said he can't believe he can technically buy it now.
I find the phrase essential oils unbelievably pretentious. What exactly makes them essential? I've managed to live without them for the better part of 34 years
What? What about the phrase is pretentious? It doesn't indicate that the oils are essential to you but rather that they contain the essence of the plant (i.e., peppermint oil contains the compound that gives peppermint its scent, etc.).