FFFC

livinginashoe

sooner1981:

Jessicameron:

Sooner, not to mention the very real danger of fan death!!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_death

Clearly, I must have viewed some Korean propaganda as a small child!   But seriously, a ceiling fan did fall on one of my partners in my firm a few years ago--he had some serious facial lacerations (now--for full disclosure, he had been monkeying around with the fan base a few nights before it happened!) 

But still--I just can't handle a ceiling fan while I am trying to sleep because I am: a) afraid of the fan and b) feel sorry for it.  So complicated

This thread is taking a weird turn.

Amberrrr

sooner1981:

lancyjo:

I feel sorry for those stuffed animals that people strap to the front of their vehicles. They have to be freezing this time of year, and scared to death.

Seriously?  I love this.   And here is mine (warning--this is probably going to be long, so feel free to skip it!)

Some backstory:  I have a very special stuffed rabbit that my dad brought home from work when I was 2.5.  He told me this whole story about how the rabbit had been on the side of the road when he was driving home in the rain, and when he pulled over, the rabbit said that he was hoping that my dad would know of some little girl that would love him and take care of him (and of course my dad said that he did know of such a girl...)  Even though I was old enough (most of the time) to know that he wasn't really real, the Velveteen Rabbit was already my favorite book, and I decided to name him "Shabby."  When asked why I chose such a random name for my new, non-shabby-looking bunny, I apparently told my parents that in the Velveteen Rabbit, it says that "when the rabbit was loved for a very long time, he became shabby."  So, I thought that "shabby" means that my bunny was very loved, not that he was old and gross-looking.  (I may have also told my mom she was "very shabby" a few times before I really understood that it wasn't just a synonym for "very loved."  Oops!)

After many years of sleeping with Shabby (and asking him many times in the dark to "become real"), I finally went off to college and then law school and finally moved into my own house.  He came with me on all those moves--but was relegated to the closet.  Of course, he came out of the closet again when C was born, but then my dog, who had never chewed a single thing in her entire dog life, went to town on Shabby one day when C was still a tiny newborn and tore off one of Shabby's eyes and some of the stuffing from his neck.  I yelled at my dog and freaked out, sobbing like a real death had occurred.  Not my finest moment--I blame the PP hormones!  But my husband fixed Shabby as best as he could and then my mom sewed an eye back on him and tied a little scarf around his neck to hide the damage. 

With all that said--my FFFC is that whenever C has played with Shabby and then discarded him and he is lying all whomperjawed on the floor, I feel absolutely compelled to go over and arrange him in a more "comfortable" position (which means he can't be lying on his ears all twisted up because that would hurt, duh!)  I try not to let my husband see me doing this.  I feel like there is a fine line between "oh, it's sweet that you kept your stuffed animal for C to play with" and "crazy psycho, you still think Shabby might be real." 

ETA:  For those who are wondering--I started this post at 9:54.  It is now. 9:58. I promise I don't spend all day on the computer at work--just when I am pumping, waiting for conference calls to assemble all the necessary people, eating lunch, etc.  Okay, that actually adds up to a lot of time

That's cute.

sooner1981

livinginashoe:

sooner1981:

Jessicameron:

Sooner, not to mention the very real danger of fan death!!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_death

Clearly, I must have viewed some Korean propaganda as a small child!   But seriously, a ceiling fan did fall on one of my partners in my firm a few years ago--he had some serious facial lacerations (now--for full disclosure, he had been monkeying around with the fan base a few nights before it happened!) 

But still--I just can't handle a ceiling fan while I am trying to sleep because I am: a) afraid of the fan and b) feel sorry for it.  So complicated

This thread is taking a weird turn.

Oh, I will be the first one to admit that my thoughts about ceiling fans are not shared by the majority.  Aside from fear/compassion for hard-working fans, I feel like I am actually pretty normal. But I just don't like 'em and probably never will.  We did have a fan on C for her first 4 months because my dear pedi. husband gave me all the studies showing that fans help decrease the incidence of SIDS.  But I was so happy the first night that she started sleeping in her own room with the fan in there, as opposed to our bedroom!

Amberrrr

I have to sleep with my hair or the blanket over my ears so the spiders don't crawl inside my head and l eggs in my brain.

lancyjo

sooner1981:

lancyjo:

I feel sorry for those stuffed animals that people strap to the front of their vehicles. They have to be freezing this time of year, and scared to death.

Seriously?  I love this.   And here is mine (warning--this is probably going to be long, so feel free to skip it!)

Some backstory:  I have a very special stuffed rabbit that my dad brought home from work when I was 2.5.  He told me this whole story about how the rabbit had been on the side of the road when he was driving home in the rain, and when he pulled over, the rabbit said that he was hoping that my dad would know of some little girl that would love him and take care of him (and of course my dad said that he did know of such a girl...)  Even though I was old enough (most of the time) to know that he wasn't really real, the Velveteen Rabbit was already my favorite book, and I decided to name him "Shabby."  When asked why I chose such a random name for my new, non-shabby-looking bunny, I apparently told my parents that in the Velveteen Rabbit, it says that "when the rabbit was loved for a very long time, he became shabby."  So, I thought that "shabby" means that my bunny was very loved, not that he was old and gross-looking.  (I may have also told my mom she was "very shabby" a few times before I really understood that it wasn't just a synonym for "very loved."  Oops!)

After many years of sleeping with Shabby (and asking him many times in the dark to "become real"), I finally went off to college and then law school and finally moved into my own house.  He came with me on all those moves--but was relegated to the closet.  Of course, he came out of the closet again when C was born, but then my dog, who had never chewed a single thing in her entire dog life, went to town on Shabby one day when C was still a tiny newborn and tore off one of Shabby's eyes and some of the stuffing from his neck.  I yelled at my dog and freaked out, sobbing like a real death had occurred.  Not my finest moment--I blame the PP hormones!  But my husband fixed Shabby as best as he could and then my mom sewed an eye back on him and tied a little scarf around his neck to hide the damage. 

With all that said--my FFFC is that whenever C has played with Shabby and then discarded him and he is lying all whomperjawed on the floor, I feel absolutely compelled to go over and arrange him in a more "comfortable" position (which means he can't be lying on his ears all twisted up because that would hurt, duh!)  I try not to let my husband see me doing this.  I feel like there is a fine line between "oh, it's sweet that you kept your stuffed animal for C to play with" and "crazy psycho, you still think Shabby might be real." 

ETA:  For those who are wondering--I started this post at 9:54.  It is now. 9:58. I promise I don't spend all day on the computer at work--just when I am pumping, waiting for conference calls to assemble all the necessary people, eating lunch, etc.  Okay, that actually adds up to a lot of time

You have definitely just endeared yourself to me, Sooner. My childhood stuffed animals (yes, plural. I have 3) are stationed in my bedroom, and won't be given to Aria until she can properly "care" for them. My hubs may or may not think I'm crazy for feeling that my "friends" are "real and have feelings". Old habits die hard.

Side note: my sister has eleventyjillion stuffed animals, and she's had them since she was a young girl. Each and every one has its own name and personality. (They were what helped her cope with the terror that was our abusive biological father) I could go on for days telling you about them. Now, nearly 10 years later, they're all still very much dear friends to my Mom, sister, and me. My sister doesn't play with them anymore (she'll be 20 next week), but they all still live in a cozy "home" in her closet. (she never shuts the door) I will always have a soft spot for our stuffing-filled friends.

jmccall79

Oh, this is probably going to get me flamed, but I'm going to say it because I feel I need to confess it!

It's been no secret that I've 'disliked' Sooner's approach to things at times.  However, reading your stories...you've become a person to me today, and not a 'lawyer'!

 

MrMrsandBaby

jmccall79:

Oh, this is probably going to get me flamed, but I'm going to say it because I feel I need to confess it!

It's been no secret that I've 'disliked' Sooner's approach to things at times.  However, reading your stories...you've become a person to me today, and not a 'lawyer'!

 

lancyjo

Also, I bought new deoderant. It smells really good. I've discreetly sniffed my pitts more than once today.

fredpuma

Going with the theme: I get slightly panicky and depressed when I see stuffed animals on sale. I feel like normal people would feel going to the pound. That they are all lonely and sad and have terrible self esteem and I feel really guilty for not taking them all home. So I rush by them without looking.

I started taking Zoloft because I got ppd and it got bad enough that I actually smacked my husband...in front of company. I've never done a violent thing in my life. I took the meds for two months and then stopped. I don't know why I hate them, but I do. So now I'm better than I was before but still constantly feel like I'm spending half my energy on being in a good mood. I feel like such an idiot when I think about it, but I can't get myself to take those stupid pills. I'm being completely irrational about it, which is probably another reason I should be taking them.

I don't feel bad when I'm mean to someone on the internet. I came here from TIP on the nest, and holy crap those girls can be mean. I feel like if I don't like you it's because you're a douche and I'm justified in being rude because you started it. That said, I am constantly erasing posts because I feel like you guys would be horrified and I mostly like the vast majority of you.

pinkshades05

lancyjo:

Also, I bought new deoderant. It smells really good. I've discreetly sniffed my pitts more than once today.

Oooo, what kind???

 And Sooner--love the stories! Those were really cute. Nat has recently acquired my stuffed animals and I've found myself a little protective of them, too! Some habits never end.

NatnDyl

I have a special teddy bear, of course named "Ted." That still lives in our room. I'm secretly glad that Connor isn't really interested in stuffed animals yet because I'm not ready to pass Ted on.  Connor just drools on stuffed animals and Ted is a dignified fellow, well maybe they'll be friends in a few years.

I never renewed my passport after we got married. I've been to 3 continents, but I"m doing other things with my life right now besides international travel.

I also feel sorry for inanimate objects. I had an old first gen ipod that worked fine, but 3 years ago my parents gave me an ipod touch for my birthday. I didn't say anything to them becuase it would have been rude and weird, but I felt sad for the old ipod being cast aside.

laura.noel

LoveBeingMama:

Last night, I needed my 2 year old to try on a shirt that I want him to wear for family pics tomorrow. He refused, so I bribed him with a Skittle. I may have to bring many Skittles to the photo shoot.

 My little guy wants more breakfast (Cheerios and banana slices). Most of it is stuck to his shirt. I am just pulling it off his shirt and "regifting" his food back to him. Oh yeah, I also usually forget to put a bib on him. 

 

I do that ALL THE TIME. We use bibs that have a little pocket on the bottom. I always pick food out of the pocket and give it back to him. 

kayladay

Not really FFFC, but I hate when people use "n" when they mean and. Is it really that hard to add an "a" and a "d" to make the word complete? Oh and when people spell y'all ya'll. It's y'all because it means yOU all. NOT yaOUll, that's not even a word!!

laura.noel

Amberrrr:

I have to sleep with my hair or the blanket over my ears so the spiders don't crawl inside my head and l eggs in my brain.

Ha! This made me think of the episode of Raising Hope where they find out Sabrina sleeps with a nylon stocking on her head to keep the spiders out.

jja0812

I am way too particular about housework being done a certain way, which ironically means my house is messier than it could be because I spend way too much time and energy making sure the laundry is folded JUST SO and rotated so that all are used evenly (not just towels, I'm talking underwear too), our shirts are hung on hangers which coordinate with the colors in the fabric... you get the picture. It's time consuming. I'm beginning to think this is a bigger deal than just having a little quirk.

JessieJH

I saw a picture of someone I don't like on facebook this week and they looked awful. She had gained a ton of weight and just looked like crap. In the past she had commented on my mom's weight (I could see she thought my mom was some sort of lazy slob- which she is not). I was happy to see her photo and even admitted it to my husband.

I'm not usually so spiteful and I try to be compassionate, but she's treated my family like garbage and I was surprised to find that I actually wish her ill. It's a new experience for me.

JessieJH

I have more...

I regret changing my name when I got married. I miss my Maiden name.

I regret giving my daughter two middle names. We named her after two very lovely SILs I have, but two names is a hassle.

JessieJH

sooner1981:

For my short FFFC (for those of you who understandably skipped my last one):

I took out all the ceiling fans in our house when we moved in because ceiling fans scare the living crap out of me.  I hate that they spin above the bed, and when I was little, I always felt like they were going to fall out of the ceiling and hurt me (also, I felt really sorry for the fans who had to work so hard turning all night, while I was just chilled out and sleeping).  I used to wait until my mom had left the room, and then sneak out of bed and turn my fan back off (she always turned it on because we kept our house pretty warm in the summer time).  This didn't mesh so well with my belief that a bed comforter would certainly keep all the monsters away from me--while a sheet was simply not nearly enough protection.  So, for many years, I lay in my bed with my winter comforter pulled up to my neck and no ceiling fan to cool me off.  All in the name of safety. 

And you know what---I didn't die from ceiling fan injuries or monsters, so I can't definitively say that it wasn't necessary to sweat through those long summer nights

Wow- I had this fear as well. They looked like whirling razor blades in my young mind.

 

jmccall79

JessieJH:

but two names is a hassle.

I have 3 middle names, and so do my sisters.  For school purposes and pretty much everything else, I just use my first middle name.  The only thing that really has all 3 is my birth certificate...even my marriage license only had my first middle name.  When I got my DL I wanted to be 'cute' and put it all on there...it wouldn't fit, lol.

JessieJH

jmccall79:

JessieJH:

but two names is a hassle.

I have 3 middle names, and so do my sisters.  For school purposes and pretty much everything else, I just use my first middle name.  The only thing that really has all 3 is my birth certificate...even my marriage license only had my first middle name.  When I got my DL I wanted to be 'cute' and put it all on there...it wouldn't fit, lol.

LOL- I hope she uses the middle name I like best. I also feel bad, because I feel like the issue with my Maiden name and LO's middle names was due to my own indecision. I get major paralysis when I have to make some choices. On top of this, when I changed my name I kept my Maiden name as one of my middle names, so now even I have two middle names- DOH!

 

JessieJH

Last one-

I love Movember... it's funny to have the guys at work looking like porn actors.

jmccall79

JessieJH:

I hope she uses the middle name I like best.

If you called her 'whatever' then that's probably what she would 'use'.  My sister's youngest has 2 middle names...she wanted one name and her husband wanted to use his middle name.  So she gave him H's middle name and the name she wanted.  However, she's pretty much dropped her exH's middle name out of it...even at school, she doesn't put it on anything.  If you used the name you like, when saying her name, and that's what she's used to hearing, then that's probably what she would go by.

poobear2015

MrsLindinger0905:

poobear2015:

I feel like 50 shades of grey had so many similarities to twilight it was like a porno version without vampires. Don't get me wrong I liked the book, but there are sooooo many better books out there! The only reason it was popular was because women were getting a little excited if you know what I mean!I'll try to think of some better ones while I'm at work cuz I realize now that was mor of an UO...

Did you know 50 shades was started on a Twilight fan board? And that the original characters were named Edward and Bella?! After the second book I lost interest because I kept noticing parallels to Twilight! I could go on and on about it, lol.

SERIOUSLY! Well no wonder! Yeah - I almost gave up on the 2nd book but I wanted to try to finish it out. See what all the hoopla was about. 

lancyjo

pinkshades05:

lancyjo:

Also, I bought new deoderant. It smells really good. I've discreetly sniffed my pitts more than once today.

Oooo, what kind???

 And Sooner--love the stories! Those were really cute. Nat has recently acquired my stuffed animals and I've found myself a little protective of them, too! Some habits never end.

It's Dove... I don't remember what scent. I do this every time I switch deoderants though. Same thing with shampoo. That's just the tip of my quirky iceberg.

ALane1128

I just ate a bag of buttered popcorn...and now I'm going to go eat lunch...so much for trying to eat healthy

HappyToBe2012

My favorite stuffed animal as a child lives in our bedroom. It may or may not still sleep in bed with me. DH may or may not help me find it when it gets lost in the blankets.

DH may or may not sleep with a stuffed animal he stole from DD [before she was born] to give to our dog just after his surgery. Pup passed away in June, so DH loves this stuffed animal a little more than most.

I am hoping DD screams the next time we see BIL and his wife. I think it will be funny to watch BIL's wife get upset. I really want the chance to say "if you came around a little more or attempted to engage DD when you DO see her, she might like you a little more." I am a horrible person...

I plan on spending the rest of my day at work making my grocery list for next week.

poobear2015

I bump while Hayley's playing by herself often. I find it important for her to play independently? lol

I don't feed Hayley organic foods - and I am ok with that.

Sometimes I wish we were TTC. I miss being pregnant. But then Hayley throws a fit and I consider her staying an only child forever!

I too am so sick of the tantrums that I'm starting to get really mean to DH. He thinks I'm way too exhausted and frustrated. We are going out to dinner with friends and I plan on drinking and relaxing. DH will just have to drive I guess!

I've been home from work for 2 hrs and I've done nothing to tidy up. Instead - I'm about to take a serious nap. See above confession for reasoning behind said nap.

HattieLove

Jchirico:

I feel like it usually means that they aren't at all well travelled, and don't care to. They don't think it's worthwhile to see and learn about cultures other than their own and/or think their country is so fantastic that there's no reason to see what else lies beyond its borders. My favourite is when ppl say they don't need to travel outside of their country, they can just go to Epcot! Seriously? I know sometimes not travelling is a $ thing, but if not, ...

This is silly. My passport is expired because I don't have he money to travel. I understand the value of travel and of course I would love to have all the free time and endless supplies of money, but I don't.  

Mistifier

While reading FFFC, I was letting ds have some diaperfree time and he peed all over his bedroom floor... I haven't cleaned it all up yet

Jchirico

lancyjo:

Also, I bought new deoderant. It smells really good. I've discreetly sniffed my pitts more than once today.

 

OMG, my husband does this all the time, except he's so proud of how good his armpits smell, he always wants ME to smell them. So weird! And he tells me proudly it's because he applies exactly 9 strokes to each arm

HawkeyeJulz

Oh these are good today! I'll jump on the lovey band wagon. I still sleep with my baby blanket. I don't plan on ever changing that. I have trouble sleeping without it and it helps me calm down when I'm upset....wow I sound kinda pathetic. Lol meh. DH teases me about it and I don't care. If DS has a similar attachment I will not make him break it.

Jchirico

Jessicameron:

Jchirico:

2. I think it says a lot about a person if they don't have a valid passport.

(Ignoring the fact that this is not a confession...) We have passports, and they've been used. More than once. However, international travel is not something that everyone is capable of doing, for numerous reasons. It doesn't always come down to ignorance or lack of desire.

For the record, my husband and I have taken a "Great American Road Trip" every year since we've been married, and it's been fantastic. Our country is amazingly diverse in geography, culture, and even climate. When I hear someone make a remark like yours, I question if they've even taken the time to learn about and travel throughout their own country.

Well, it IS a confession, because a confession is something that you normally wouldn't say out loud...it can be a thought, doesn't need to necessarily be an act. Anyways, you and PPs are right-there are some reasons why one may not be able to travel (I hadn't thought of a fear of flying, for example), but I was really just referring to those who CHOOSE not to travel just because they don't think there's anything worth seeing outside their borders. I wouldn't quite say ignorant like you said, but I do still think it's pretty narrow-minded.

And also, that's a very good point about taking advantage of the sights in your own country, and I totally agree. I have to admit, I've been guilty of that in the past. At one point a few years ago, I realized I'd been to like 8 countries, but had only seen 3 provinces in my own country and I made seeing more of my own country a travel goal. Although, I must admit, in the US you guys are lucky; because most states are small (relative to our provinces), you can see more of them more easily. In fact, I'm not even American and I've probably been to 15 states or so. But our provinces are so big, it takes forever to get to different ones, so you might as well go to another country. For example, where I live in Ontario, it's about a 24 hour drive to get to the next province to the left of us, or a 5 or 6 hour flight to Vancouver. I could fly to Europe in the same time, and that usually seems more enticing.

lancyjo

Jchirico:

lancyjo:

Also, I bought new deoderant. It smells really good. I've discreetly sniffed my pitts more than once today.

 

OMG, my husband does this all the time, except he's so proud of how good his armpits smell, he always wants ME to smell them. So weird! And he tells me proudly it's because he applies exactly 9 strokes to each arm

Well... I haven't gone quite that far yet... my hubs applies an unearthly amount of deoderant too. He takes it one step farther though, and has "work" deoderant and "play" deoderant. The only difference in them is the scent. I don't get it... but as long as he doesn't stink, I don't guess I care.

Shmogan09

I have been a total b!tch to DH lately because I am pmsing and I just don't like anyone.  So, last night I gave him a blow job to make up for it and now I don't feel bad anymore.  That said, I like giving them so it really wasn't *that* selfless. (That's probably a UO though) 

lancyjo

Shmogan09:

I have been a total b!tch to DH lately because I am pmsing and I just don't like anyone.  So, last night I gave him a blow job to make up for it and now I don't feel bad anymore.  That said, I like giving them so it really wasn't *that* selfless. (That's probably a UO though) 

I hate giving them. My jaw hurts from holding my mouth open so far, it's not exactly tasty, and if I'm not careful I can easily gag myself... but I do it every once in a while because I feel like if he's going down on me, I should probably return the favor...

I plan on never letting my hubs find out that there are such things as women who enjoy giving bj's.

fredpuma

lancyjo:

Shmogan09:

I have been a total b!tch to DH lately because I am pmsing and I just don't like anyone.  So, last night I gave him a blow job to make up for it and now I don't feel bad anymore.  That said, I like giving them so it really wasn't *that* selfless. (That's probably a UO though) 

I hate giving them. My jaw hurts from holding my mouth open so far, it's not exactly tasty, and if I'm not careful I can easily gag myself... but I do it every once in a while because I feel like if he's going down on me, I should probably return the favor...

I plan on never letting my hubs find out that there are such things as women who enjoy giving bj's.

I talked myself into feeling good about myself because I thought about giving dh one the other day but didn't follow through. It's the thought that counts, right? ;]

JessieJH

HappyToBe2012:

My favorite stuffed animal as a child lives in our bedroom. It may or may not still sleep in bed with me. DH may or may not help me find it when it gets lost in the blankets. DH may or may not sleep with a stuffed animal he stole from DD [before she was born] to give to our dog just after his surgery. Pup passed away in June, so DH loves this stuffed animal a little more than most. I am hoping DD screams the next time we see BIL and his wife. I think it will be funny to watch BIL's wife get upset. I really want the chance to say "if you came around a little more or attempted to engage DD when you DO see her, she might like you a little more." I am a horrible person... I plan on spending the rest of my day at work making my grocery list for next week.

I know how you feel. One of my SILs who we don't care for thinks she is a freaking 'baby whisperer'. She always rushes up and gets loud and touchy with LO and then LO freaks out on her. We secretly love that LO freaks out on her.

jmccall79

Ok, "Nancy", here's my deodorant confession...I wear 3 different deodorants at a time!  I have issues, they're hormone related I'm sure and I never know which one is going to work.  So I figure between 3, one sure as heck has to work, right?  And it's a different combo of 3...I have like 5 different ones that I wear. 

You bj ladies...I've been told that I'm an expert at it...though I hate doing it!  I have a very low gag reflex and how I manage to do it without throwing up on them, I don't know!  I do it as a favor, like you said they do it so I feel like I have to return the favor.

womanwifemother82

JessieJH:

I have more...

I regret changing my name when I got married. I miss my Maiden name.

I regret giving my daughter two middle names. We named her after two very lovely SILs I have, but two names is a hassle.

 

This..i regret it as well...my DH and I agree to not discuss it because we both get really mad 

kristin172429

I really need a shower.  I've been taking care of a sick baby since Tuesday night.  I am pretty much trying to do things one-handed and trying to get DH to watch him so I can catch up on work - this only works in small doses because he apparently wants his mommy.  I'm tired and dirty.

I don't answer the phone when my in-laws call.  Especially on Friday - DH has band rehearsal EVERY Friday and EVERY Friday, his parents call. It's just silly.

I would happily have Thanksgiving with just me, DH, and Ben this year.  Instead, we will have 10 guests at our house.  I just want to enjoy my baby enjoying his first Thanksgiving.