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.
randoms
In order to cut costs my building now has the cleaning crew come in early mornings instead of after hours. I'm also here early, so I usually am around when the lady who cleans my cluster of offices comes in. I always feel like such a tool when I get up to move so she can vacuum under my desk. "Oh, hey, there's all the crumbs and random crap I've dropped on the floor in the last week, I'll just stand here while you clean up after me." And she always apologizes. Don't apologize! You're doing your job!
The show I'm doing on Sunday had a check-in thing last night at a bar. I thought it was going to be a meet & greet sort of thing, but it was more like a "you can check in while we have drinks with our friends" sort of thing. They were nice when I checked in, but the few people there all knew each other and I just sort of stood around like an idiot for a couple minutes, pretending to read the vendor pamphlet they gave me, and then I left. To comfort myself for feeling socially awkward, I got Ben & Jerry's on the way home. Maple Blondie ice cream = YUM.
We keep asking Will what he'd like Santa to bring him, and his response is always, "A big green present! With a big red bow on it!" When we ask what he'd like to be inside the present, he's all, "I don't know. A toy or something."
Re: randoms
Lolzzzzz! He manages to be very specific and incredibly vague at the same time.
My friend's daughter dropped her letter to Santa in a mailbox in the mall the other day. One of the items she had on her list was for her own tool set. So when my friend spotted something that fit the bill, she asked her daughter if she'd like something like that. Her daughter very seriously informed her, "Oh I don't need that one. I already have one on order."
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
My old cheap building cleaned at night but restocked toilet paper in the morning--between 9 and 11:30. By a man. Who would knock loudly and say hellOOOOOO. Then, if you were in there, he would wait in the tiny hall forever until you gave up and had to squeeze by him and his big cart of tp sheepishly. I hated trying to hold my bidness until I heard him come and go.
We are headed to Virginia in mid December and we are still putting up a Christmas tree. It's utterly impractical and it's making me ridiculously happy.
I would like a Will for Christmas.
I always buy my nephews clothes and toys for Christmas. My nephew informed me when asked that he likes surfer/skater clothes from Pacsun. He is ten! I don't think I had any interest in what I wore until I was in 8th grade. Kids these days are so particular.
My dad lives alone, works all the time, and is elsewhere on the holidays and still puts up a tree. He says it doesn't feel like Christmas without one.
Will is all about the presentation.
I feel the exact same way about our office cleaning guy. Whenever he comes in to empty my garbage I'm all sheepish like "Sorry 'bout that stinky banana peel..." but what I really mean is "Sorry you have a sucky job where you have to clean up after messy asssholes."
I finally pulled the trigger on my SS gifts last night. I got an e-mail this morning saying one of them shipped and I am wizzing my pants with excitement.
I have always found wrapping paper to be incredibly important. he has good taste.
I have never put up a tree. I keep wondering if we should this year because of Dagger.
Ha! I always put up a tree, and I am wondering if we shouldn't because of Andy. Just trying to decide how strong my urge for a tree is versus our stamina to keep him out of it.
Fitty woke me up at 4:30 this morning with a text.
I have been wanting to go to Target for a while to get something. I finally went last night and realized I can no longer remember why I wanted to go there. Despite this, I still managed to spend $100. I am so ashamed.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
dude that is still 6:30 our time. I hope it was a freaking awesome text.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
I had a dream last night with Groomz in it. He told me I better get my own "Groomz to be" and he tried to sell me a leprechaun. He was also working at Toys R Us, wearing a blue aprom and counting money in front of me.
When asked what he wanted for his birthday this year, my friends 3 yr old told him he liked blue robots and cantaloupe. I am shocked I was the only person to get him a blue robot and a cantaloupe.
I am irrationally excited for a first date out with Kev, and it is not supposed to happen for another 2 months.
I bought a bathing suit yesterday for $100.
For less then ten cents a day, you can feed a hungry child.
All of you people are slackin'. My tree's been up for a week. I've never had a real tree though. My brother was allergic so we never had one, and now I wouldn't know how to take care of one.
Ethan has the cold from hades, so all of my plans to be productive today are pretty much shot. He wants to do nothing but sit in my lap.
My friend's parents' names are (and not one inch of this is a lie) *** and Tingle.
Does.not.compute.
I wish you could see the look on my face right now. It's a tree. You water it. And you give it a shiatsu massage once a week, play it violin music every evening before bed, and take it for two walks a day.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
I'm with Buddha on this one. It seems really complicated. The little thing of water, the shedding needles, no merci. I like taking my tree out of a box and putting it back in there after the holiday.
This post makes me happy. Or maybe just Maggie and Will make me happy.
I sometimes wonder if we will ever get a tree, since we go to my mom and dad's for Christmas (and will until we get a big enough house to make everyone come to us).
The hair grows in thick where the horn used to be.
I also don't remember having a real tree. My fake one has pine cones on it! You totally can't tell...
I judged a high school science fair this morning. One of the experiments was that the person didn't bathe, use deodorant, or do anything involving personal hygiene for a few days, too see how it affected her mood. Her evidence was pictures of her with messy hair frowning, and pictures of her clean smiling. Like ten pictures. It was awesome.
Another person had two pictures of hands, one male and one female, and wanted to see if people could tell which was which. The female hands had long, manicured nails.
There were some really smart kids, though.
The nerve!
House | Blog
The hair grows in thick where the horn used to be.
My newfound happy advice is do it anyway!
All you fake tree havers hurt my heart. You're killing angels, you know.
PDXdria -- you should get a little tabletop tree!
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Get one anyway! We got one Will's first year even though we were going out of town. We just took it down the day we left. It brought us much joy in the weeks it was up!
You can do the ferberizing! It will be okay and you will be okay and everyone will sleep more and you will be happy. Fact: sleep happy + tree happy = adorable baby pictures.
Good luck and hang tough, it will be worth it. I need to bust out that book again for dropping a nap and moving a bedtime/wakeup time. It is awesome.
I have no meetings this afternoon and should be using the time to catch up on work but I have zero motivation and plan to leave early to hit BBB and pick up a new showerhead since ours decided to start spraying every which way but the normal direction. And now I'm also inclined to buy some more holiday decorations because we won't be getting a tree, but I need some more holiday festivity injected in our decor thanks to you guys.
They are redo-ing our work decor/cube set up and I just saw the model. I am not happy. Zero privacy. But wait, they are replacing our guest chairs with a short rolling file cabinet with padding on top that doubles as a cool guest stool. Neato, right?
Not that you'd want to hold meetings in your new cube anymore. Ugh.
The only thing my husband wanted to talk about last night was an annoying work situation. We had the same conversation on the phone during his commute home, over dinner, after dinner, and at bedtime. It's part of my wifely duties and I'm happy to help him work it out, but man, I'm looking forward to talking about something else tonight.
Mucho likes purple nails and purple cupcakes
I can't do a real tree. My dog will lift his leg and whizz on it. He's done it before, presents underneath and all. True story. Fake (and pre-lit) is the way to go in our house.
Also, PXDria, don't fear the Ferber. It's difficult at first, but if I knew what it would do for us, I would have done it much earlier.