He doesn't have a lot of room so the idea of something that is all in one like that is appealing.  He has the whole upstairs but the ceiling slopes in on each side (Cape Cod), so it has to be something that isn't too tall and doesn't have to be against a wall.

It makes me feel poor, because it seems like those who do participate are buying clothes on a weekly basis.

Happy Valentine's Day! lol

One of my sister's friends, who is also a friend of mine on FB has a new gf. This guy is almost 40. I saw a post from his new gf on my feed that he responded to maybe two weeks ago that was like, "Oh I love you X and you are the greatest BF in the whole world!" I thought, aww that's sweet. This guy has been married twice and has been in a bunch of failed relationships so it was nice to see him posting about his happiness.

Today, he posted something like, "I love my beautiful GF Y, etc." so I clicked on his page out of curiousity and it was chock FULL of PDA. This girl has posted mushy mushy love you stuff on his wall every day for the past few weeks. I emailed my sister to get the dirt and she said they have only been seeing each other for less than a month. This is typical for him to fall fast and then for the relationship to blow up within a few months.

There are kids involved from each party.

Also, about half the young guys are still scrambling for plans and calling to make reservations for tonight.

 http://blogs.westword.com/latestword/2012/01/sydney_spies_photos_yearbook_third.php

I'd like to do an informal poll on what date we might like to choose for our next book club, since it's already mid-February and people might need time to request library books, root through parents' attics, figure out how to torrent the book, etc. So should we still shoot for first week of March, or push it back a bit? What's your March schedule look like, TIP readers? 

Is it better to be tormented by poor cast choices in advance?? Or to wait and be disappointed all at once??

(these thoughts brought to you by your comment in the Taylor Swift post on ML)

AND, I find in my experience, the older the person..the ruder the comment is. Amazing.

So, a little background - I'm Puerto Rican, my husband is Irish. *You can see us in my profile.

Anyway, I was in the mall with the baby one day - and this woman (senior citizen) comes up to me to check the baby out. Looks at the baby, and then looks at me. Here's the conversation:

Her: Oh she is beautiful.

Me: Thank you very much.

Her: But she has blue eyes.

Me: Yes she does.

Her: May I ask her background, she has quite a look. 

Me: A "look" huh? Well, I'm Puerto Rican, my husband is Irish

Her: Puerto Rican and Irish?! NO! You, you're like Eric Estrada but this little cookie is Caucasian! Right my little cookie? you're White!!

Okay, so I shouldn't have even played into the background question, but WTF?!

1. The most racist comment ever.

2. Eric Estrada is MEXICAN, huge difference between Mexican and Puerto Rican

3. The rage I felt at that moment. R.A.G.E. 

I don't know if he didn't think I would see it or what....but there it was on my news feed when I logged on facebook.  I immediately asked him about it, "What's this photo you commented on?"

He played dumb, "What photo?"  So I showed it to him and he nonchalantly said, "Oh that's just one of my coworkers, she's trying to be a model."

 I told him I didn't like him making comments like that on women's photos, especially if it's someone he sees at work every day. 

He played it off like it was no big deal, and told me I was overreacting.  He said it was unreasonable for us to never be attracted to other people. He even had the nerve to say he was just trying to pay her a compliment to make her feel better about herself, because she's been really "down on herself" lately. 

I've tried to talk to him at length about this and I'm getting no where.  I told him that looking at a beautiful woman is one thing, but when you are MARRIED, letting her know that you think she is sexy is just plain wrong. I let him know that it really hurt my feelings and I felt that it was disrespectful to me.  I asked him how he would feel if the situation was reversed and I was the one telling coworkers that I thought they were sexy....he said it wouldn't bother him.

 He refuses to apologize and claims he did nothing wrong.  With most of our arguments I am always the one that gives in and tries to make peace, but I just don't think I can do that with this one.  Problem is, I'm not sure where to go from here.  We've been together 6 years (married for almost 2).  Something in my gut keeps telling me not to back down on this one. 

 Any advice? Similar experiences?

Back in my college days, XH was the president of a frat (surprise, surprise).  This particular frat really struggled for survival, mainly due to the fact that it was comprised of two competing factions of dudes.  They had no identity other than to fight - themselves, other frats, it didn't matter.  XH was in love with it though.  This frat-with-no-identity was his identity.  Whatever, it was college, I rolled with it.

After college, it became clear that he couldn't separate from this frat, and it became this huge point of contention between us.  We didn't fight about a whole lot, but this particular topic could get heated.  I was fighting a larger battle (grow the eff up already), but he convinced himself it was really about the frat.  We lived a number of hours away from our college, but because his college town was also his hometown, we'd find ourselves visiting occasionally.  I would get dragged along to the frat and would spend a solid 20 minutes standing in the front hall dying of embarrassment - for me, for him, for the whole spectacle.  He'd saunter in the front door like he was the prodigal son, back to survey the place and receive his adulation.  The thing is, the current crop of guys had no idea who he was.  Their collective WTF? faces are forever burned into my psyche.  He had become That Guy.  I know they laughed at him. 

In the year or so leading up to the decision to divorce, XH threw himself back into the fraternity.  Where before he had merely been the geezer reliving his glory days, now he was convinced that he would be its savior - he would work with other alums to recolonize it, get the building back up to code, etc.  Other alums were funneling their own personal money into improvements.  I wonder if part of the money he drained from our accounts went towards the frat.  I'll probably never know.

Anyways, I happened to drive through my old college town over Christmas.  While giving BF the five-cent tour of campus, I happened to notice the frat house.  It's been turned into cheap student housing now.  Yep, no more frat.  It failed.

This summarizes my exact reaction:

Even sitting here typing this out, I'm chuckling to myself.  Heh.  Foocker.

At least I have a yummy dinner to look forward to making and eating! How was your Monday? 

1. I can't get warm. I am shivering and there seems to be nothing I can do about it. I think my thermostat is lying to me.

2. I have to go to the post office, which is something that I always dread. Please let it be one of those rare rare days where there are only 5 people ahead of me in line.

3. My lips are so chapped that they burn.

4. Does anyone know where I hid my husband's Valentine's Day card? Oops.

What's bugging you today? 

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My DS's friend (16) called yesterday and asked if he could stay with us for a few days. He was terribly upset. We don't know his mom and step-dad very well, but they seemed to be nice people. Bio-dad is an alcoholic and not in the picture. This couple also have two younger children together. Yesterday morning the teen was woken up by his step-dad, who told him he was leaving them and didn't know when/if he would be back. He had just gotten off of work (night-shift) and arrived home. He took the boy down the hall to the master bedroom and showed him the reason why. He pulled the blanket off of his sleeping naked wife and the naked other man in the bed with her. Then he left them all.

The boy's mother was hysterical. She had went to a bar with a female friend the night before while her DH was at work and proceeded to get plastered. Now she is claiming she was drugged by this man. I don't know any other details about how he came to be there or how he left, but this is such a mess. I wish people would think of the possible consequences before they did something this devastating. Even if it's true the woman was drugged and then raped, she had no business being in a bar while her DH was at work or putting her sleeping children at risk by bringing this strange man into her home. I'm not saying she deserved to be raped. I am not blaming the victim here, if she is indeed a victim. But she did and should not have put herself at risk in that kind of situation. I would never go to a bar and drink without my DH or someone I absolutely trusted to look out for me. My DS (18) even said this to me. He made the comment that he knew I would never put myself at risk like that.

This kid is so devastated. He loves his step-dad who has raised him since he was a toddler. Sixteen yr old boys don't usually cry in front of their friends or their friend's parents. But this boy sat in my living room and just bawled. I just wrapped him in my arms and let him cry it out. Such a damn mess.

There are several things that I can't figure out what to do with.  My TV, microwave, and vacuum cleaner are examples.  All these would fit in my car, but would be at the expense of not fitting a lot of smaller items.  Shipping would probably be too expensive because these are heavy things.  Replacing them would not be prohibitively expensive, but not cheap either, and I'm going to have a lot of start-up costs (deposit on an apartment, basic supplies, etc).  I feel a little anxious about driving with expensive stuff because I'm going to have to keep it in my car while I look for an apartment in my new city.

 I also have a lot of completely random crap, such as reams of printer paper, candles, five boxes of cold medicine purchased at Sam's Club to last me the year, and 40 different bottles of nail polish.  All things I use, but I look at it and I think of the size of my car and I realize these things are not 100% necessary.  But it seems like such a waste of money, even if I donate them.

RAWR.  On the upside, the Tears for Fears station on Pandora is spectacular.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7IP5SV6GqQ

Warning: This may may you feel a little squicky for ever owning Love's.

Guy and girl are dating, it's Christmastime. They've been fighting and are contemplating breaking up. Guy posts a pic on FB of himself dressed as Santa at a holiday party with a caption that reads: "Any of you ladies have a Santa fetish?" Girl is pissed and hurt, guy says it was tongue in cheek and meant to be funny. 

Who's right and who's wrong? 

Haters, feel free to vote for the worst of these options just to feck with us.

Readers, feel free to add suggestions in the comments, too! 

So, should  I sleep with holy water or change the locks when he leaves for work in the morning?

 I think I will need one of these for my bathroom

the comment beneath this picture, says the most lasting way to incorporate balloon animals into your decor. My question is why would you do that?

I'm not sure if these are supposed to resemble sperm or some sort of onion, but whatever they look like, apparently they're for cats.

She seems like she would probably be good "between the buns"  I bet she likes extra pickle....  her eyes just say "lettuce get it on."

Just in case a cheeseburger bed isn't enough.

I am currently trying to get some insight into the divorce process?  I know it varies by state and stuff..  Any advice or insight would be really helpful and very much appreciated!!

And then 2 weeks after that... I leave from NJ to Bermuda.  All expenses paid.

Do you ever have one of those moments that you realize how lucky you are and you should probably be shutting your effing mouth every time you whine that you have crappy luck?  Yeah... that's me right now

 And DO NOT reference this on FB if we're friends.  H's BFF works with him and he hasn't been told yet (he's not going).