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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.
Complaint Box
Everytime the baby burps, the dog comes running to see if there is spit up for her to lick up. She also steals burp rags. Gross, dog.
I go back to school on Monday, wah!
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Re: Complaint Box
My complaint is that this post made me gaggy.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
for some reason I can't reply to messages on facebook
Fallin's new lady of leisure schedule and east coast time zone location have severly impacted my boredom level at work
I am messy
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If I were a man (or fitty) I'd totally call my penis THE WIZARD - HappyTummy
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
I would like to register a complaint regarding the fact that I am surrounded by engineers all day at work. Seriously, I know I picked engineering as a career field, but does that mean I automatically have to be surrounded by dorks who can't communicate with others?
Also, I would like someone to find me a new bedroom set for a little boy that isn't ugly and doesn't cost a few thousand dollars.
I would like to register the following complaints:
The dog had surgery last week and had some complications, so he has been in the hospital since Monday night. A dogless house is a sad one.
Picking out boy names is harrrrrrd.
However, I have discovered how to get Kevin to talk in his sleep and it has been amusing me for the past few nights, particularly last night when he kept talking about "wee wee"
For less then ten cents a day, you can feed a hungry child.
I think I might be getting strep throat, and I have a lie bump on my tongue. And my ankle hurts really bad and I can't stop banding it to make it hurt.
Blah.
Angie, I'm sorry about Linus. I hope he's feeling better and gets home soon!
The nerve!
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Angie, do you know you're having a boy, or are you just thinking of both boy and girl names?
I am two days out from vacation and have no motivation to do anything.
I actually don't think it's far-fetched to want to be called Dr. if you worked hard to become one. It's a term of respect.
I do, however, think it's stupid to get mad at someone for not knowing.
I am about to leave my office for a 10 minute walk to an arbitration hearing. I will be walking with my client, who only speaks Hmong, so it will be a silent, awkward walk. At least there will be an interpreter waiting for us there.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
I think I have cramps. I hope it's not my first IUD period, I'm scared.
My other complaint is below, Mike maybe having shingles again.
We are team green. He originally wanted a Kevin, but I shot it down. Now I am thinking it might be easier to go with Kevin. We each have a favorite boy name (both of which are AFSCN babies BTW) but are still unsuccessfully exploring.
Thanks SB, I am taking him home tonight. He had to get a new pee hole, and the recovery is kind of rough. To add insult to injury, he will have to wear the cone of shame for another week at least.
For less then ten cents a day, you can feed a hungry child.
Poor Linus! I hope he feels better soon.
My complaint is that this place is the suck this week.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
I understand this if it wern't an over the phone thing. If I knew you and you had worked hard to become a doctor, I have no issues calling you that. Being that I deal with people with a ration of 90% wackadoodle liars and 10% normal people I'm pretty sure he was in the 90% of wackadoodle liars. I just didn't appreciate the yelling.
My complaint is that they got rid of the computers in the design lab because they were too outdated, and there was no budget to update them. The students are all required to have their own laptops and software anyway.
Well, I have a really good desktop but not a laptop, and I'm not buying a $2500 laptop to teach one adjunct class. The chair of the department was going to let me use one they had laying around from an old faculty member. It's too old to load the new versions of the software on it though. So now, I have a laptop with no software and am somehow supposed to teach tonight. They're trying to get the University to provide a laptop for the department, but who knows when and if that will happen. I hate budgets.
In good news, they want me to teach two classes next semester though. If I keep adding one class at a time, I may wind up doing this full time at some point.
I think demanding someone call you Doctor is stupid in any situation. I don't give a flying fart that you worked hard to get some arbitrary title. If you did it just so you could look down upon people by requiring they refer to you as such, you're an idiot. It just makes me think of Audrey saying, "I'm sorry, Doctor! I'm sorry Doctor!" in Little Shop of Horrors.
Awww, poor Linus. I wish him a speedy recovery.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
I want to start demanding that all of you call me Juris Doctor.
Poor Linus. I think Jenny has an eye infection (H is taking her to the vet this afternoon). Seeing her try to rub her little eyes with her paws is so sad. I asked her last night if one of the other dogs farted on her pillow while she was staying at the kennel.
i can't even count how many times i've dropped an f bomb today and if MY COWORKER DOESN'T STOP MAKING *** SOCIAL CALLS INSTEAD OF WORKING I'M GOING TO TAKE THE PHONE CORD AND HANG HER WITH IT.
i don't care that she's using company time, but she's such an ASSHOLEBITCH that I like her less with every passing moment and it's adding to my over displeasure with TODAY
Agreed. It's so uppity.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
Sometimes I get annoyed that I'm surrounded by librarians.
Also, Connor needs a car bed.
My complaint is I swear a pill I took Monday night is still stuck in my throat. Or else I have a TOO-MAH.
I'm looking for a new bed to move him up to a Twin because he's getting too big for the toddler bed. Also, I only want to buy one more bed for several years, so no cars.
Booze can't dislodge your pill-toomah? I hate that feeling.From here on out I demand to be refered to as Fozzy Dawg D.D.S.
Work it out
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Andy is so getting a car bed someday. Not the Cars one that is posted, but the one from Friends. Oh yes.
My complaint has to do with the fact that I am wearing jeans today and have been all week (this is not the complaint - this makes me happy). Boss lady is on vacation, and I am just sitting in my office all day, every day, so who farking cares?
While in the bathroom, I had a co-worker call me "jeans lady," and go on to tell me that she felt like such a slob yesterday because she wore khaki capris since she was going to get a pedicure. However, she forgot her flip flops, so she couldn't get a pedicure. So, she just looked like a slob all day for no reason...b*tch just called me a slob, didn't she?
My complaint is that my paternal grandmother died this morning. She just turned 85 and was really doing well. They think she had some sort of a blood clot.
I didn't have much interaction with my bio-dad (the man whose mother just died) growing up because my parents hated each other (my mom still hates my bio-dad but bio-dad is neutral on the subject) so my grandma and I missed out on so much of each others lives. I feel a lot of regret about that. I know flying cross-country to go to her funeral will cause my mom to throw a shiit fit (if I love my grandma it obviously means I don't love my mom. Obviously.) but I plan to go anyway.
I guess my other complaint is that my mom is plum crazy.
11/11/11 = 5 years. Woah!