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Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
If you have questions about this, please email help@theknot.com.
Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
Re: Deep (and not so deep) Thoughts-Say Anything
I'm sorry. Cancer sucks.
Ditto. It really does blow goats. I'm tired of seeing wonderful people battling it, and even more tired of losing dear, dear people
I just read on FB where my sister posted on her step-son's page an email that his teacher sent her regarding his grades and attendance. This isn't this first time that I've seen stuff like this from her on his page, including a copy and paste of his report card fromt he online system. I'm not sure if she's trying to shame him into doing a better job but it just doesn't seem necessary to me.
I agree that it doesn't seem necessary. And I assume he's young-ish, so wouldn't his attendance reflect on her?
After a horrible crappy sleep night, C was a beast this morning. I got on to him several times for not listening, and sent him to his room for trying to kick me when I made him get out of my make-up drawer.
Then he pour out my coffee onto the counter...it ran down the front, into the cabinet and into some drawers. thankfully it wasn't hot, but it went EVERYWHERE. I got so mad because I'd told him several times to step away from the counter & he knows not to touch the coffee cups. I yelled, fussed and sent him to his room.
And now I feel horrible for yelling so much.
He's 17.
I think G and C are the same kid. G does the same kind of stuff to me and 99% of the time I feel like I talk in dog whistle, it's like I don't even say words out loud. He's big on the kicking at me or slapping at me when I tell him not to do something. He never actually hits me or kicks me, but just the action of trying to makes me so angry.
I wish I had advice for you, but if it makes you feel any better we're going through the same stuff right now.
Oh, well then he's old enough where she can't really control his attendance. But still, posting it on FB doesn't seem productive.
I'm sorry. We're having a reallllly bad sleep week, and that is saying something coming from me. I still get up once a night on GOOD sleep nights, so you can imagine what I categorize as "really bad." LOL
I was so tired yesterday morning and I know he was too so he was acting up and I just couldn't get my *** together. Then I yelled at him and he cried and I felt terrible about it all day. Sigh. You have my sympathy. {hugs}
He hasn't tried the hitting or kicking thing in a LONG time.
Last night, he kept trying to get into our bed and we kept telling him to go back to his room. Finally he said "I'm pooping, you change diaper." He KNEW that we'd have to change him and we would have to go to his room, right where he wanted us.
Does the dealing with C's affairs ever end? I had to call the Social Security office this morning about a letter they sent to him about the bonus his employer paid out to me in 2010. I still get stuff from the company retirement plan addressed to him even though I tell them he's deceased. Why can't anyone get it??
And I am feeling so damned lonely? Maybe it's Vday coming up? Corey used to never give me anything anyways. The Man's not going to; besides we are just "companions" anyways (his words). I just want someone to take me out, wine me, dine me, make me feel important.
And I hate being indecisive. I want to sell the house and buy a townhouse. I just can't seem to get off my butt and get my contract signed and get moving. I can't live in that house anymore. I can't. Hell, I can't hardly get up in the morning. I am late to work almost every day (good thing I am salaried and the boss is in Georgia). (but I stay late to make up that time).
I don't know what the heck is wrong with me. But I can't be having this pity party for one.
DH is moving to Singapore in 10 days.
Holy crap this is really happening.
While I am excited for you guys, I am really, really not liking this move.
Huge dislike for the move.
I have a Blackberry for work and I hate it. For many reasons. But the number 1 reason:
Try doing the dial by name directory. I'm talking the Blackberry with the buttons. And when you're trying to spell out someone's name...yeah, I have to open my other phone and look at what it should be.
Kimmer, that made me laugh out loud.
my photography blog
How crazy (and awesome) is it that two Houston nesties that have been on the board for a long time together, are finally going to meet... halfway around the world?!
I'm totally grossed out. Our tenant left his private photo stash behind. there are just some things you can't unsee [vomit]
Put a couple pair of rubber gloves on and mail them back to him with a note that says "Your forgot these".
Ewwww.
I have a whole lot of random thoughts going on this morning.
My kid asked my Mom (who has gained weight and is struggling with massive depression) if she had a baby in her tummy. I wanted to die on the spot.
I have to be in a helicopter for about 7-8 hours on Wednesday. While I am not scared of flying, being stuck on a helicopter for that long is inducing wicked anxiety. I am, however, terrified about the walk from the helipad to the rig floor. Metal grated staircase with two handrails is all there will be between me and a very long drop to the water.
My friend (the scottish one I think you met) and her son were behind a rather large woman in line at the checkout. He poked the lady's rear and said "hey mum, that's a big bum!"
We have no hot water again. After I pick Joshua I have to drive to my parent's house to take a shower.
L said "oh ***" and "bitches" this afternoon, in about a 5 minute span. And she used them both correctly.
I'm so divorced. Or punched in the face.
If my coworker does not quit playing the same song over, and over, and over I'm going to have to put myself out of my misery with a pencil through the eye.
We're talking WEEKS here people.