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Re: Kvetch here.
Do you think Dear Abby would say that I need to send her a thank you note for the $5? :P
Did I describe the rest of her gift to you guys? It was an old wooden shoe that she thought would make a "good candle holder for the baby's room", a Spongebob iron-on patch, a Spongebob cold pack (like for boo-boos), and a Winnie-the-pooh lovey that was clearly used.
Maybe that's why I'm not really hulksmashangry about this. I know deep down that she's not mean, just fucknuts.
The hair grows in thick where the horn used to be.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
The hair grows in thick where the horn used to be.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
The hair grows in thick where the horn used to be.
Fibromyalgia. You all know where I stand on that. I'm sorry PDX, that's super indian giver of her. Crap city.
I have nothing to grip about today. Mike finally got his promotion and starts his new position on Monday, the first day of our vacation. What a relief! I'm so excited for him.
I'll keep my $5 thanks. She should talk to my mom about getting some chanting tapes. They promote healing, even when you play so quietly that can't actually hear them.
What I really like was the babysitting offered so I could get in the studio. My mom's acupuncturist/naturopath told her that was a bad idea because babies under the age of two shouldn't be away from mom for more than an hour. It could damage his emotional development for life.
"The meek shall inherit the earth" isn't about children. It's about deer. We're all going to get messed the fuckup by a bunch of cloned super-deer.- samfish2bcrab
Sometimes I wonder if scientists have never seen a sci-fi movie before. "Oh yes, let's create a super species of deer. NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG." I wonder if State Farm offers a Zombie Deer Attack policy. -CaliopeSpidrman
"The meek shall inherit the earth" isn't about children. It's about deer. We're all going to get messed the fuckup by a bunch of cloned super-deer.- samfish2bcrab
Sometimes I wonder if scientists have never seen a sci-fi movie before. "Oh yes, let's create a super species of deer. NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG." I wonder if State Farm offers a Zombie Deer Attack policy. -CaliopeSpidrman
PDXria's stepMIL and this
have me WTFoffing and Lanie facing all over this joint.
I have no real complaints for the time being. Work is busy and other people are foffing up worse than I am, so boss lady isn't being a jerkoff to me today. Yay.
That's a hoarbiitch move. You should offer to help with some of her homeopathic expenses and then send some sort of invalid check. Or just tell her nevermind a few weeks later.
You did make me feel better about my day, but I would still like to kvetch. I woke up feeling physically better and ready to start being a productive member of society after all my pain yesterday. I had to go in for an u/s on my way to work only to find out THE MISOPROSTOL DIDN'T WORK all the way and I HAVE TO TAKE IT AGAIN, LIKE RIGHT NOW. Boo.
I stopped at Mac on my way back home to console myself. I found some great concealer and the woman was very complimentary of my eyelashes. Yay.
I was pulling out of the shopping area and was taking a turn carelessly and hit a curb. Instant flat freaking tire. Completely my fault. Boo.
Come to find out when you buy a new Subaru, you get free roadside assistance and have a tire warranty. Yay.
I was reading the tire warranty while waiting for the hot young thing to come change my tire and it turns out the warranty doesn't cover "road hazards". I beleive in this case I AM THE ROAD HAZARD. Boo.
11/11/11 = 5 years. Woah!
The hair grows in thick where the horn used to be.
Oh, Lisa. I am really sorry about...well all of it.
I wasn't able to chime in yesterday or earlier today, but I want to unroll my toilet paper and toss some your way. Oh heck, you can have it all.
this post is making me angry.
it also is making me dread our visit to my MIL this weekend
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
I really can't help but laugh, it is all so ridiculous. And I'm no longer scared of the pills because they didn't kill me yesterday.
I witnessed an argument while walking into Whole Foods to get delicious goodies to console me. It has convinced me that my day isn't all that bad.
I saw a man walking into the store arguing with a woman in a car. I could only hear his side. It went:
"Fuuuck you. Cuuunt."
"You go fuuck your mother."
"Get out of my country. GET OUT OF MY COUNTRY!"
I was glad I wasn't having his day. In fact, I'm pretty sure everyday is a challenge for him. I'm doing OK.
11/11/11 = 5 years. Woah!
I have a quick and pointless story of crazy if anybody is interested. Perhaps not the right thread, but oh well. This isn't ML, I'm not starting a new thread.
I was not witness to this, so I only bring second hand information.
My H took Andy to City Park yesterday rather than the usual park near our condo.
He noticed that there was a group of kids ranging from about 6-18 and they were all special needs kids. There was one kid, on the older side, that kept screaming at the top of his lungs, "STOP FVCKING LOOKING AT ME!!"
My H was obviously nervous of being around this kid, so he was keeping Andy at a play area that was pretty far away from him (I would have left the park in this situation, but whatev). H and another dad were sitting there keeping an eye on the outburst kid. The other dad's kids thought the guy was awesome, so they kept trying to be near him. To which, other dad kept saying, "Stay away from him. I don't want to have to fight him. Just stay away from him."
So, finally, when it was time for the group of kids to leave, outburst kid ripped off all of his clothes and started running around naked screaming, "DON'T TOUCH ME!! DON'T LOOK AT ME!!"
At that point, my H abruptly yanked Andy out of the sand box and headed home. Andy was confused as to what was happening.
This is a tale of caution for you. The city is scary. Stay in the suburbs.
I've told this story, like, 15 times, probably, but I will tell it again because it's related! I've been on the "other side" of that. Not sure if the kids you're talking about were along or with some structured program but anyway. When I worked in day care, we took in this severely ADD kid on a trial basis because we weren't sure if we could handle him. It was summer so it was a full day, which meant at least one med dose throughout the day. Kid HATED the medicine. HATED. Would struggle and fight and refuse every day.
Being that it was summer and we were in a small city (Hoboken, 1 square mile), we'd take the kids to one or two of the parks in a day. One in particular has one of those fountains that shoots out of the ground and kids run around in it. This fateful day we were at the sprinkler/fountain park right at medication time. Kid put up his typical struggle and then, screaming "STAY AWAY FROM ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!", charged full-force into the middle of the fountain. Without a moment's hesitation, I ran in after him, not even really thinking "Holy *** I'm going to get SOAKED" and caught him. He was so surprised at being followed in that he came and quietly took his pill.
He didn't last much longer at the center, though.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
Vinny, since you're here and talking about the city, can I bend your ear a lil' bit?
I found out I made the first cut on a job I applied for in your fair city. So now I am irrationally getting my hopes up that I'll be leaving soon. I'm sort of done with Reno.
Anyways, I think my job would be very close to the Fed Center. If my husband was also able to get a job, it would very likely be at the Fed Center. Now, I'm not a big fan of the 'burbs, but I am also not a big fan of being so close to my neighbors that I can hear their dogs bark and their kids scream like all the freaking time (one of the many reasons I am done with Reno). I envision living in an established neighborhood with big trees but not a far drive from work. Any suggestions?
11/11/11 = 5 years. Woah!
Hearing about everyone else's miserable days makes me feel not so bad about mine. The last two days have SUCKED GIANT ASS-- the highlight being finding out that my old employer, who I worked my ass off for and who gave me great reviews and fell all over herself offering to put in good words for me and be a reference for me, has been talking shiit about me, and telling straight up lies.
For example, that she had to "have a little talk" with me about being on facebook too much. You may recall that the office was a in a school with tight internet security, so I couldn't access the nest. And guess what, I couldn't access facebook either. Meaning that I was never, not once, in my time there, on facebook while at work. That's just the beginning of the lies and sh*t talking, which also include her lying about my position title and telling people that I was her assistant. I have no idea why she is doing this, and I've never had a former employer speak poorly of me and have never left a position on bad terms, so I have been completely taken off guard by this.
ps. Sorry about ya'lls crummy days.
And YAY Kristen!!! So glad that Mike finally got the promotion he has been working so hard for.
Exciting! Good luck. If you have never noticed here, I love Colorado.
You should look in Lakewood.
And again, if you haven't picked it up, we have our place on the market, so we are casually house hunting. We have a couple of places we like there (and I also spent the greater portion of my adolescence living there).
The problem is that Lakewood is pretty big. We have found some sweet looking houses on line, but we have driven around only to find out that they are in awful neighborhoods.
You can find some pretty big properties out there, so you won't be living on top of your neighbor.
You may also want to check out Littleton. We haven't searched too much in Littleton, but I think there are some nice areas.
Also, the Fed Center is right off of 6th Ave, which is a freeway that gets you downtown in minutes. Therefore, you could even check out downtown and surrounding neighborhoods if you would be interested in a hipper living experience (of course, that would probably mean condo/apartments therefore you would be a little close for comfort).
Any other questions, shoot them my way.
That's crazy like WHOA! How did you find out she was talking about you behind your back? Maybe other people know she's crazy and won't take her comments about you to heart.
11/11/11 = 5 years. Woah!
Okay, to clarify, I am not saying "how exciting" about Jens. I'm saying, holy foff that sucks dude!
Damn, there is a whole lot of suck going on.
I found out via a potential employer, actually.
I had interviewed for a position, and had found out that there was a ton more traveling involved than I initially anticipated (frequent, up to 5 weeks at a time). So Heith and I discussed it and decided it wasn't right for me. Over the day or two this discussion happened, the hiring lady was calling references. So when I called to tell her that I didn't think the position was right for me, she was super nice about it, said they really liked me and would consider me for future opportunities, and then mentioned "I would advise you not to use Janet as a reference in the future though"
When I prodded further, she started telling me all of these things that Janet said about me. I was so shocked I didn't even know what to say. Thankfully the hiring lady said that based on my other references and what they had gathered from me in the interview process, they didn't feel that those things were at all accurate about me. Plus she had some colleagues who had worked with Janet before (my old company collaborates frequently with the post secondaries in town), and that they verified that she's nutty. It's still absolutely infuriating though.
11/11/11 = 5 years. Woah!
11/11/11 = 5 years. Woah!
Jens -- thank goodness that lady gave you the heads up so you can drop Janet from your list of references. But what a hoarface.
Vinny -- when I was house hunting and wanted to know if a house was in a good neighborhood or not, I would go to Google Maps and go to the street view. Then I could look at all the other houses on the street, see how busy it looked, if the neighbors had 13 cars parked on their lawn, etc. It helped me narrow down my search a lot.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton