Post by awkwardpenguin on Jan 22, 2016 0:11:53 GMT -5
I frequently find myself thinking "Who the fuck are you?" when someone with say less than 500 posts chimes in on something. This is particularly assholish on my part as I've actually only been posting here for less than a year.
ETA: MMM less than a year. I've been around MM and TTTC longer than that.
I frequently find myself thinking "Who the fuck are you?" when someone with say less than 500 posts chimes in on something. This is particularly assholish on my part as I've actually only been posting here for less than a year.
ETA: MMM less than a year. I've been around MM and TTTC longer than that.
I do the same thing.... Except I'm not too many posts above 500. Hypocrisy at it's finest.
FIL gave me $500 and DH 4 brooks brothers shirts for Christmas. He also gave a check written to both of us for $1000. DH said I could use it for my fitness goals but I feel kind of bad DH got a XMAS gift he didn't really want and I get to use the $ on fun stuff.
Post by jeaniebueller on Jan 22, 2016 8:27:34 GMT -5
Sometimes I read posts on the various boards about "should I send my child to school today?" when their child complains about a headache or belly ache and I realize that I am not breezy at all about that kind of thing, because unless my kid is undeniably ill, he is going to school. Example: yesterday morning he said it hurt when he talked. I looked in his mouth at his throat and it was not red, so I told him to drink some water and he was going to school. When I picked him up, he was fine. He would miss like 20 days a year if I kept him home every time he complained about something.
I'm so out of shape that I pulled a muscle in my thigh kicking the ball for my MIL's dog. WTAF. I've also started getting out of breath going up a lot of stairs. I'm side eying myself.
I frequently find myself thinking "Who the fuck are you?" when someone with say less than 500 posts chimes in on something. This is particularly assholish on my part as I've actually only been posting here for less than a year.
ETA: MMM less than a year. I've been around MM and TTTC longer than that.
I think that too, but only because I assume it's an old poster with a new screen name. I hate trying to piece the puzzle together when the poster doesn't give some hints.
If you know about this place, you've likely been around for a long time.
You know when people do budget posts and someone comes in and says something like "$500 a month on groceries? I spend that on alcohol lololol." I find that so annoying and tacky. It's like "la di da for you." NOT the point here.
Post by longtimenopost on Jan 22, 2016 10:41:57 GMT -5
I know food confessions are SUPER lame, but here's mine: yesterday I ate an ENTIRE carton of the new cinnamon bun Oreos. The sad part is I'm sick so my tastebuds are numbed, so I'll have to buy another carton to get the full effect.
Sometimes I read posts on the various boards about "should I send my child to school today?" when their child complains about a headache or belly ache and I realize that I am not breezy at all about that kind of thing, because unless my kid is undeniably ill, he is going to school. Example: yesterday morning he said it hurt when he talked. I looked in his mouth at his throat and it was not red, so I told him to drink some water and he was going to school. When I picked him up, he was fine. He would miss like 20 days a year if I kept him home every time he complained about something.
Haha me too. If you're not running a fever or throwing up, you're going to school in this house. lol. This reminds me. One time DS1 must have been rubbing his eyes for some reason in class because his teacher sent him to the nurse's office for red eyes. Nurse calls and asks me about this and I'm like, no obviously I did not notice he had red eyes or I would not have sent him to school. I asked her if she wanted me to pick him and up and she said no. And I'm thinking, then wtf did you call me for lady?? What am I supposed to do about his red eyes from here?
When people start things with "am i the only one...?" I want to respond with "YES. You're the only one in the entire history of the world who has ever had this problem."
My patience is wearing thin for pretty much everyone and anything.
The Kids These Days are going to be fine. Technology is not going to screw them up. This time is not any different from the last 77 moral panics about some bit of new technology. My math teacher had this series of quotes stretching back to the 1700s, when ink pens replaced the quill, of The Olds complaining about how some bit of new technology was going to ruin the children -- first it was the transition from quills to pens, then from ink pens to ball point pens, then pens to pencils, then the slide rule (I probably missed some in there), then the calculator, then the computer, and on and on and on. Sure, I think it's a little gauche when SIL brings her BF and his kids over, and the 16yo spends the whole time on her phone while the 7yo and 9yo play with V, but ... wtf would you have done when you were 16? Probably complained that you had to go at all, wished you could be back home talking to your BFF or BF on the second phone line, not spoken to anybody, maybe brought a book or a magazine. SO MUCH BETTER.
IDK if this is flammable or not, but I feel ENRAGED every time a damn storm comes and people are like, "OMG be SAFE! You must PROTECT YOUR CHILDREN!! I'LL BE PRAYING FOR YA!"
Fuck, do I seem stupid? Did you think I was going to go ice skating on the Hudson with the toddler and baby during the fucking blizzard?
A storm is generally an excuse for people to put sweatpants on and drink all day. Stop being dramatic. My building was stuck in a river for 3 days after Sandy. It was annoying, but this is a first world country and my kindle holds charge.
Of course, for people on first level homes, in hurricane areas, etc. I acknowledge that there are real risks, but I can't fucking handle weather drama llamas.
I know food confessions are SUPER lame, but here's mine: yesterday I ate an ENTIRE carton of the new cinnamon bun Oreos. The sad part is I'm sick so my tastebuds are numbed, so I'll have to buy another carton to get the full effect.
I refuse to buy the S'mores ones because I would do the same thing.
In other chicken-related confessions, anytime I'm at a nice restaurant and I see chicken on the menu/someone order chicken I scoff. Why are you a) in a nice restaurant ordering chicken and b) paying like $30 for chicken?
This is not flammable, it is just plain CORRECT. Unless it's a wing or coated with some amazing fry, no chicken in a restaurant.
In other chicken-related confessions, anytime I'm at a nice restaurant and I see chicken on the menu/someone order chicken I scoff. Why are you a) in a nice restaurant ordering chicken and b) paying like $30 for chicken?
You would die seeing my mom order at restaurants. She will order a chicken wrap almost anywhere we go. Finally, when we were at a semi-nice restaurant, my sister and I forced her to order an actual entrée.
I contacted a Psych about getting an ADD evaluation and haven't heard back. Now I'm not sure I'll have the nerve to try somewhere else, that alone took a lot for me to do. But I'm worried that I will not accomplish my professional goals without some help.
I'm thinking of starting to go workout nightly from 7-9pm. Because I'm out of shape & my health sucks but also so my H misses me. I know that's fucked up but I'm feeling...not that great about us lately.
Confession: I'm still surprised when people post something to the effect of how they don't like me. I mean, I don't expect everyone to love me all the time, I'm just always surprised even though it's generally people that have made their feelings known before.
Essentially, I have the GBCN memory of a goldfish.
Confession- I want my h to extend his leave for another 1-2 weeks just because I will be lonely without him all day long. I have my parents around to help and we don't need the money (it would be unpaid time off) but I feel guilty thinking that there are so many other women out there that can take care of a toddler and newborn all by themselves and I should just suck it up.
In other chicken-related confessions, anytime I'm at a nice restaurant and I see chicken on the menu/someone order chicken I scoff. Why are you a) in a nice restaurant ordering chicken and b) paying like $30 for chicken?
We have chicken like 3 out of 7 nights a week, so I always skip chicken at a good restaurant. But then I had it at a place here that is known for doing chicken well, and holy shit it was worth every penny. But that was the only time - any other time I've gotten chicken at a restaurant it's been meh. So I still usually stick with beef or something I won't ever try to make for myself at home. (Because lord knows I have tried to recreate things with chicken to varying degrees of "success.")
I am not-so-secretly annoyed with my husband because he went and spent his fantasy football winnings on a new iPhone. Our credit cards are out of control right now, so it would have been nice to put that towards something else. But then I try to remind myself that he's home with B all day, and it was basically found money, so he deserves to buy himself something. But then not only did he buy the 6s Plus (the biggest, fanciest one out there), he got the 64gb one, so it was $100 more. His winnings still covered it, but I'm still annoyed. The bigger phone IS better for him, since he's visually impaired, and the bigger the font/icons the better. But I wish he would have gotten the goddamn 6 plus instead. Sigh.
In other chicken-related confessions, anytime I'm at a nice restaurant and I see chicken on the menu/someone order chicken I scoff. Why are you a) in a nice restaurant ordering chicken and b) paying like $30 for chicken?
You would die seeing my mom order at restaurants. She will order a chicken wrap almost anywhere we go. Finally, when we were at a semi-nice restaurant, my sister and I forced her to order an actual entrée.
My mom always orders chicken, (often in wrap form) too. But she also thinks anywhere that has real napkins (i.e. not paper) is "nice", soooo....
In other chicken-related confessions, anytime I'm at a nice restaurant and I see chicken on the menu/someone order chicken I scoff. Why are you a) in a nice restaurant ordering chicken and b) paying like $30 for chicken?
LOLOL DH was at a steakhouse at the Wynn this week and got chicken. I was like WTF is wrong with you? He is trying to eat healthier, which I absolutely applaud, but I was like there wasn't any seafood you could order? Seriously, you went with chicken?!?
At dinner last night we talked about the possible new 9th planet that was found in our solar system. That prompted the kids to ask a bunch of questions like, "Is it as big as Jupiter?"
DH and I are so mature that we spent a solid 5 minutes making Uranus jokes. "Is it bigger than Uranus?" "Did the article have any facts about Uranus?" The best part is that the kids had no idea what we were doing and thought we were having a serious conversation. We laughed so hard.
The Kids These Days are going to be fine. Technology is not going to screw them up. This time is not any different from the last 77 moral panics about some bit of new technology.
I agree with this. I was a social studies teacher before handheld digital devices were as widespread as they are now and do you know how much easier and more enjoyable they would have made my class? Every day we wanted the kids to brainstorm ideas and then look up some info and do something with it. In the old days, this necessitated having to sign up for the computer lab and take ten minutes to walk up there and get settled. Now you can have them do it in a few minutes at their desks as a bell ringer activity and quickly move on to the part where they're actively working with the data and thinking critically about it. I can only see it as a big plus in making lessons more interactive and less "chalk and talk."
If kids continuing to look at their phone gets to be too big of a problem, you could always have them put them in a basket or something when they're done with the "research" portion of the lesson and give them back at the end of the period.