I think I ate my weight in chocolate today after my new manager yelled at me on the conference call. Now I'm going to curl up in bed for a few hours before my bookclub meets watching The Good Wife instead of finishing the work projects that I started. Employee of the year!
My boss hasn't yelled at me but I know he's pissed about something I did today and I have it coming when he gets the opportunity. So I am eating my weight in chocolate in anticipation.
I think I encountered a mommy blogger today. Or at least someone who aspires to that level of goopiness.
Bleached blonde, running capris, down coat (because who wouldn't need a down coat when it is 45 degrees out?), two wild animals who appeared to be about 2 and 4.
In the middle of the day, in an asian art museum. I am POSITIVE that the kids could totally appreciate ancient Chinese pottery.
The kids were screaming, banging on display cases, CLIMBING on the sculptures, and just generally being pains in the ass.
She kept leaving the stroller in the middle of doorways, quietly saying "oh, Bentley, let's not climb on that!" to the 2 year old, and taking up the entire hallway trying to get the perfect "spontaneous" shot of her kids destroying potted plants with her $5000 professional DLSR.
And she had the nerve to stink-eye ME for trying to get through after waiting at least 45 seconds for her to take the goddamned pictures. Look bitch, this is a hallway in a public building. Not your private photography studio.
I hated her. If you can't, or won't, control your fucking kids, they have no place in a goddamned art museum.
We are going on a family 'vacation' this weekend and everyone is already furious with each other. I'm dreading it. After such a shitty week, I don't need this! At least the kids will have fun.
How do you feel about The Nightmare Before Christmas?
It is an acceptable movie for both holidays. On a side note, Dh and I have a long running tradition of watching Black Christmas on Christmas eve every year. It's totally a B horror/slasher flick that that takes place around Christmas time.*spoiler*
Post by orangeglow on Nov 14, 2014 19:02:29 GMT -5
I have an upper respiratory infection with a terrible cough. And I'm pregnant.
Went to doctor today who gave me cough medicine rx.
While at target waiting for it to be filled had a massive coughing attack. And seriously peed myself (felt it running down my leg into my shoe).
I had on black patterned leggings and you couldn't tell. My rx was almost ready so I STAYED at target with pee pants. I cried for a minute and just said fuck it.
When I got home I tossed my shoes and showered. I don't know if I've ever felt this miserable and gross before.
I thought it was that people had a year to send you a wedding gift; not a year to send a thank you.
Maybe that's it and I conflated the two. In any case I've never done either (waited that long to send a gift or a thank you) so at least I haven't mistakenly embarrassed myself. lol
I want our wedding favours to be maple sugar candies (esp because there will be many non-Canadians there). FI thinks it should be an item, and that people don't want food. He likes how his cousin gave little dishes at his wedding for favours. Nobody wants a fucking dish and I am not spending all that money on shit that people don't want.
It's his wedding too, compromise, blah blah blah.
I would want maple candy. If i got a dumb dish and then found out that maple candy would have been an option, I would end the friendship.
Well now I'm intrigued. What did he say do? Let us share in your righteous outrage.
I'm sure this will sound totally assinine when I type it out, but essentially my family jointly owns 300 acres of wooded property. Cousin has decided he gets to "dictate" who is allowed to go out there and hunt/when/what happens on the property. The only problem is that my H and I are the only ones doing the work required to maintain the property and my mother is the one who pays all the taxes. But this jackass decides to waltz out there and act like he owns the place and refuses to allow me to have a say in what goes on out there when it's just as much mine as it is his (in fact, the portion I've inherited is 3 times the size of the portion he'll eventually inherit).
ANYWAYS I told my H to invite his friend and his friend's daughter out for youth hunt last weekend and my cousin got all bent out of shape about it and sent H this assinine text last night laying out the rules about who's allowed to hunt out there. BTW, the guy H took out there has gone out to the property and worked his ass off with us on multiple occasions (cousin hasn't) and he did more for us while Forrest was sick than that entire side of the family combined. Which is why I told H to invite him in the first place.
Point being, it chaps my ass that he and my other cousin are making unilateral decisions for a family of about 40, and treating my H like shit in the process. Obviously, there's more backstory along these lines with these two cousins and its been going on a long time.
I've reached my breaking point and I'm over it. I'm going to turn his world upside fucking down if he can't start acting with a little fucking decency. I will redefine the word bitch for him over this (and all the past stuff).
There's a beach house in my family that my grandma (only child) inherited from my great-grandparents. My one aunt, who doesn't even like the house, basically goes around acting like it's her "investment" because she painted a bedroom there one weekend and that when my grandma dies, the house will be sold and she'll get all the money from the sale (Even though it's in my grandma's will that it's to be split between my aunt, my mom and my uncle), and for some reason, nobody ever tries to stand up to her about that.
Anyway, DH and I had a flood in our house over the summer, and during the repairs my grandma let us stay in the upstairs apartment of the house (We live pretty local to the house, my commute to work was actually shorter while we were living there), free of charge.
Except, apparently, it's a HUGE deal that nobody tell my aunt we stayed there. Like, Thanksgiving is right around the corner, and we've already received multiple phone calls reminding us that we are not allowed to mention that we stayed there without my aunt's knowledge, because "it will cause problems if she knows"
This is just a footnote on the laundry list of reasons why I fucking HATE her
And I remember my SIL's friend from Nigeria being thrilled with his random peice of tourist tat! See what his mum says - she/his fmaily may want something to 'show off' when they go home.
Ah shoot. I hope not. If that's the case then we're doing moose fridge magnets or something lol. I'm going over budget for this.
I mean, they could save the candy to show their friends when they get home, no? lol.
ETA: And I knew you were in Jamaica. I don't know why I didn't put that together lol.
We actually did magnets for our wedding. It was kind of a destination thing for almost everyone (Colorado). I found small round magnets on Etsy of cut up map pieces of the state. We didn't have many leftover and what we do have are on our fridge. They don't look weird because they're small and all look slightly different.
I still think food is the way to go, but something like a magnet is useful. Just don't personalize it.
Oh, this isn't flameful, but it's funny to me. A guy I went to grammar school with was recently divorced and has been dating a hispanic girl for a hot second. I think she's from Mexico.
So, he's now using Spanish phrases on FB. Like, he was complaining about American Airlines and says, 'ay, Dios Mio'. She came in and was like 'Papi, smile'. He says, 'not until I see you, mi amor. LOL
He keeps saying Ay guey, and then her friends or family respond in Spanish and friend is liking all of their posts. He tried to write a sentence in Spanish and she was like, 'Papi, that doesn't make any sense'.
It's been going on for a few weeks and it is cracking me up.
Lol! This is exactly like a girl I went to HS with. She went to Thailand to teach for a year and ended up meeting a guy there, she had to come back to Canada before she could go back and see him, and gradually she started typing in Thai and even changed her name to a Thai name. One day she stated that she couldn't wait to go back 'home' (meaning Thailand), her mom blasted her on fb saying 'what the hell are you talking about? You were born and raised in Canada, your entire family lives here' etc. it was pretty hilarious.
Post by birdistheword on Nov 14, 2014 20:15:19 GMT -5
Another person here who does not care about thank you notes. I always send them, because I know other people care, but I literally could not care less if I do or do not get one from someone. I don't have time to keep mental lists about shit like that, lol.
Another person here who does not care about thank you notes. I always send them, because I know other people care, but I literally could not care less if I do or do not get one from someone. I don't have time to keep mental lists about shit like that, lol.
I don't remember on purpose, it's just something that I can't seem to forget. It's like finding out a former co-worker of my H is a furry. I don't want that to be the first thing I think of in regards to him, it's just really difficult for me not to remember.
And really it's something I expect only for formal occasions (weddings and showers primarily). No one sends formal thank yous for birthdays or Christmas presents or anything anymore, in person thank yous or an email later will suffice. But throw a big wedding with proper invitations and such? Yeah, I'll probably notice when a year* has passed without a thank you note being sent. lol
*I'm generous and give people extra time to send them
Post by pinkpepper08 on Nov 14, 2014 20:33:35 GMT -5
I received a thank you note from a wedding we skipped where the bride was in major BEC territory. I was pleasantly surprised she even sent them, but it made me like her a small tiny bit more.
My flameful...I sent out thank yous for our baby shower, but was 1 short and didn't feel like going to buy more so I didn't write one to my cousin who I knew would be moving soon. Thank your notes are a huge deal in my family, so I'm hoping she just thinks it was lost in the mail.
Another person here who does not care about thank you notes. I always send them, because I know other people care, but I literally could not care less if I do or do not get one from someone. I don't have time to keep mental lists about shit like that, lol.
Exactly. As soon as my gift is given it's pretty much left my mind forever, lol. It seems a waste of energy keeping track of who still owes me a thank you. (And, like another poster said above - I just don't think anyone "owes" me a thank you. It's nice to be thanked, sure, but that's not the reason why you give a gift IMO.)