November 2008 Weddings
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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.
Anyone need a Flameless Friday?
Flame away!...
Re: Anyone need a Flameless Friday?
People at work - YOU ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY. STOP FREAKING COMPLAINING AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS. I AM NOT YOUR MOM. (Except for my work daughter - I am her work mom and yet she never complains.) I WILL YELL MORE IF YOU DON'T QUIT IT.
MTA - You are so pitifully bad at what you do, you should be embarrassed. But you're not so that's probably why you suck so bad.
J - I love you, but quit behaving like a stereotypical girl. I can tell when you're upset about something so when I say, "What's wrong?" don't say, "Nothing" and then expect me not to notice you're sulking. I can't read minds, baby. Otherwise you're great. Kisses!
W-You KNOW I have probs being here ALONE. Thanks for everyone deserting me yet again. DH is going to be pissed cause I didn't bring "Brunhilda" with me. ugh! (and I wonder why my eye started twitching again)
BODY-please stop. I want to be a runner-I do. Please cooperate! And thanks for fitting into the tankini I ordered-that was nice of you!
WINE-why should 2 glasses of vino give me such a headache?! I love you!... Ok, maybe I should only love you, not LOVE you...
DH-please help me make a decision... I'm so bad at it and this is important. I'm just a wee bit stressed right now that I could just up and ----. I make decisions all day long, but we need to figure out what can help our life.
DH (again)-um, you did not marry me for my boobs. When did you become a boob woman, IDK?! I thought a D would be enough and I know I will go to a C if/when I get my body working right for me and in better shape. You can deal. Here-have a balloon. Happy now?
Insurance: Thanks for only approving an examine and 2 PT appoitnments. The fact that my doctor wanted me to attend for 4 weeks @ 2 appts per week clearly meant nothing to you...wtf!?
PT: Ok, I know the insurance only approved 3 total appointments, but it's been over a week and you have yet to even contact them about more appointments after you told me last Friday that you would take care of it. Not only did you say you'd take care of it, but scheduled me for an appointment Mon and Thurs. this week. Both of which I had to call you about the insurance going through so I didn't waste a trip to be told once I was there. Stop being lazy and do your f'ing job.
Self: Stop being lazy!! You've only done your full PT exercises once this week. Every other day you have just done part...that's not how it works and you know it. And PT isn't the only thing. You've done close to no housework and barely any business work. I know it's slump time from over working yourself, but get over it....FAST! Though I do need to give you props for eating well and walking everyday and for setting up some business meetings, that's no excuse. So get over yourself and get to work.
Friend: Your plans for this weekend are far beyond creepy and I can see why your H has issues trusting you. If DH did this, he would not be sleeping in the same house as me right now.... You might want to try to open your eyes to the dumbsh!t you do and realize you're a major part of the problem. Also, your little attention starved bit is getting old.
My work sees nothing wrong with leaving a 25-year old girl alone in the store at night in New York City. Their excuse is that she can lock the door and buzz people in. Because you can TOTALLY tell people are criminals by looking at them.
FAIL.
People that WERE buying our house- what happend? Why are you not buying our house anymore? I was all excited and then you had to go and do something like changing your mind. Don't you know that ya'll are the first step into getting my horse some land so I can see him everyday? I just want you to know I was very sad to hear that you backed out.
DH- you need to relax. You work too hard. You always go 90 MPH and your always so tired and give out, and frankly I need some ST. So slow down and save some of that energy for me.
Boss- I'm tired of working 10 hour days 6 stinkin' days a week. HIRE SOMEONE NOW!!!!!!! I know you wanna get the computers wokring right but I. need. help.
They KNOW I don't like working alone. But you're in NYC! We typically only have shootings at night around here... and my car was vandalized here before... Thing is-they ALL left me. This is 2nd time in 3 wks. No buzzing in here... door's open. Then, we get freaky Geico-looking cave man whose skin is going to be horrible-tan in our front yard in the afternoons---odd. I gotta take his pic if not for S&Giggles...
This just stinks and I'm sorry!
Um. Yikes. That's really freaky.
IUI - Egg meet sperm. Sperm meet egg. Ok now that introductions are over please do your thing so DH and I can have a baby.
Self - Weed the front flower beds this weekend. No...flowering weeds don't count as ornamental plants.
Corporate World - Stop sending jobs overseas. First you send my job to India now you are toying with the idea of sending DH's job there too. One of us needs to be employed!!!!
Body/stomach- m/s can go away now. I'm so run down from having it 24/7 the past few weeks, I just want a few days of normalcy. Is that too much to ask? I'd like to be able to eat normal foods again instead of carbsx1000. And, please please please cooperate with me this weekend. I can't put off getting together with some of our friends anymore, they want to get together this weekend, I need to be functional!
Work- you know who you are...it's so unbelievably rude IMO that when you send emails you just write your message in the subject line, nothing in the actual email. You expect me to take the time to research all of these things for you, yet you can't take the 2 minutes it takes to actually write me an email? Fail.
Skin- you look gross, please stop freaking out. I look like a 13 year old....except, I'm pretty sure that when I was 13 my skin looked better than this.
Next week for Mon. and Tues.- please go by quickly. These are the only 2 days I have to be in the office, and I need to be able to make it through. It's been so hard to sit at a desk for extended periods of time. I just want to make it through and not feel sick. AND, next week, can you go by quickly so I can FINALLY get to my first appointment?!? Thanks.
This! So sorry to hear this Sierra!
haha! this made me laugh because we have some flowering weeds in the yard that we have been too lazy to pull and we have justified by saying that they actually look pretty. . .they don't.
DH - I need your help!! I asked you to go grocery shopping with me on Sun. You went but weren't "in the mood" so we bought like two bags thinking that I would come back this week. Well, guess what? Now I can't go. Leaving me in this house with no food is inhumane!!! Our baby needs more than peanut butter and sugar free jelly!! I understand that you have had home games all week, but really, this is crazy. Last night you didnt have a game. After work you went and got your hair cut, came home at like 7:30 asking me what was for dinner. Really??? You know that there is nothing in this house, and you were RIGHT there when the Dr said no cooking or cleaning, I can get up to go to the bathroom and take a shower. Take out really can't cut it right now. I am still not supposed to be eating carbs, and now I am also not supposed to have any processed/high sodium foods.
As far as asking me if you can go golfing on Sunday???? Really??? You have another game tonight, Sat and apparently you can miss Sunday's game if you are going golfing. If that is the case, you can miss tonights or Saturdays too and help me out a little before I freaking lose my mind! This house is a disaster, I still haven't done any baby laundry, or packed a bag, and if my BP doesnt go down this baby is going to be here before we know it. BTW, YOU AREN'T HELPING ME RELAX!!! Also, when I break down because I literally cannot take this anymore don't just stand there saying there is nothing you can do for me. Freaking hug me, tell me that you fvcking appreciate me. Do SOMETHING!! I am sorry that your allergies are bad, but I can guarantee that you are NOT as miserable as I am right now. As far as your comment "You are on bed rest, not house arrest" Whats the freaking difference?????(yeah, I have been on bedrest for like two days, I'm never gonna make it).
Sisters, MIL, SM- When you call to see if I need anything and I say that I could really use someone to go to the grocery store for me, please don't laugh it off. I really do. I am about to order food on Safeway.com and pay a fortune for it. Don't think that I won't remember this when you need something.
Dear universe: I'm tired of our love/hate relationship. It's been leaning towards hate for a while now. Tired of living in limbo, let's get on with it, k? I just applied for a job that i'm more excited about than any others in the last year+, so please please PUHLEEEEEZZZEEE throw me a bone here! It's a women owned company that does awesome work and it's in Wilkes-barre to boot (near Scranton for all you Office fans!). I'm over philly. DH's car being broken into was the last straw, enough is enough. I'm ready. Can you please be ready too? I promise I'll work my arse off. Promise.
MIL: Your BFF's daughter is pregnant. Good for her. But please quit hounding me about wanting grandbabies. I know this will only make it worse. It's been almost 8 years of grandbaby nonsense. You KNOW we are not in a good place to bring a child into this mess right now, so shut it down. You know we want kids SOMEDAY when WE are ready. Also, none of your business.
Dear DH, Did you really REALLY need to call me at work to biitch about what a PITA it is to register a car in WA? Really? I'm glad you think my state sucks because of it. That's just what I needed to hear in the middle of my Friday, when I'm exhausted, lonely, and stuck at work. It must be stressful for you, sitting in your a$$ all day while I'm at work. Thanks for the uplifting call. Oh yeah, and work on getting a job so we can afford to have a baby, mkay? It took me 15 minutes to find online applications for 6 different districts, but you have yet to fill out a single one.
Dear boss, Either tell me what your expectations are for me, and what my job duties are supposed to be, or be prepared for me to do whatever I want, however I want to do it. For serious. I'm not going to ask you again.
Dear ovaries, etc - cooperate. Thanks.
Sorry girls, I'm having a bitter day. I was "supposed" to be a SAHM by now, in our grand dream for our lives. Instead, I'm working, N is unemployed (ok, he did quit his job to move with me), and I haven't been able to get KU. I'm grateful that at least one of us has a job, but I'd rather it be him!
LOL!
And Dani...I'm driving to AZ with a baseball bat. I suggest freezing sperm in advance of my visit...otherwise you'll only be able to have one child with this man by the time I'm done.
Dear self... UGH. You WERE a size 10. UGH. Good thing DKNY makes forgiving 12's. UGH. But this free pinkberry is d@mn delicious
Dear DH - clean the flucking house... I'm sick and tired
Dear Scarlett - WTF with the scratching? Stop scratching mama and dada on purpose. And when we tell you no, stop laughing at us.