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FFFC
Give 'em to me. I'm grumpy and need a distraction before I lose it with my kid.
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Re: FFFC
Mine's beyond ridiculous, but here it is...After feeling like my world was falling apart over the last few weeks with my mom getting sick and realizing I wouldn't be getting my dream professorial job next year, and ohmygod I have 3 kids and a nephew, I finally started feeling better this week. So this morning I had the following e-mail exchange with DH:
Dear Husband,
I think we should adopt a Latino boy...once I have an income and find a work/mom balance. We will name him <insert name we reserved for boy>.That is all.
Your loving wife,
bluestreet
....
Bluestreet,
Interesting thought, but definitely a conversation that would be better to have in the future instead of now.
Your loving wife,
Bluestreet
Uh, yeah, that is bullcrap! Americans kinda blow when it comes to that sort of thing.
"The House We Built."
A journey of building the dream.
I contemplated posting this for awhile bc it's one of those trash-the-nesties-in-the-guise-of-FFC. But I don't really mean it that way- it stems from DSS reading me the stupid stories from the website.
I cannot stand the term FML. Really? Your life is really that bad? I get that it can be, but that's rarely the time anyone actually uses the term.
You lost $5 on the street- FML.
You suddenly realized your friend is a jerk- FML.
It's just so melodramatic and seems dumb to me, which is probably why it should fall into the ridic pet peeve post.
oh, teen drama. those young'uns have so much more (real) FML moments coming that they don't even realize.
I am waiting at DPS to get my license renewed. I really wish I hadn't thrown away my renewal by mail form.
DAMN ALL THE PFLUGERVILLE MOMMY-BIITCHES!
FML = my life
My FFFC: I decided to accept the fact that pretty much everyone who works at my company has their head permanently inserted up their azz. I have also decided that I'm just going to start going Office Space around here and not giving a flying twinkleturd anymore about working hard, making deadlines, etc. And watch. I'll probably get promoted.
might be too late for you, but you can renew online and all you need is your driver license, a credit card and social security number. go to texas.gov.
i'm feeling this way today too. ugh. TGIF.
Emily is trying to potty train herself. She's pooped in the potty about 5 times and has peed, totally unprompted, numerous times. I'm annoyed. She doesn't want to get OFF the potty and when she poops, she smears it EVERYWHERE. The combination of which meant we couldn't go to Big Bounce today which I promised Abby yesterday we would. So now Abby hates me. I'm pretty sure she's going to dye her hair black when she's 13 and start dating an 18 year old high school drop out biker dude named Zeek. All because I broke a promise after her sister smeared crap from one end of our living room to the other.
woah. I can't write "f-v-c-k" but BIITCHES is allowable?
I'm still wearing my PJs right now, as is C. Except she has her Halloween costume on over them and her fugly crocs that have a dog face on them and fuzzy lining inside. Oh, and she's down for a nap. She only wears the crocs inside as slippers so I let her keep them on when she got in bed because L is actually napping in the swing and not on me for once this week so I didn't want her to start whining about the damned dog crocs. Ugh. MOTY.
I haven't worn real pants all week. Leggings, all day every day. Even when I took the kids to gymnastics AND today when we went to Play Shoppe (like Gymboree in the woods). It's too cold to wear anything but cozy leggings and Uggs.
Last night I told DH I had work to do after dinner, so he did the kids' bath and bedtime solo. Really? I did NOT have work to do, I laid in bed reading UsWeekly. MWHAHAHAA.
(read it. you know you want to.)
anderson . september 2008
vivian . february 2010
mabel . august 2012
This is flame free right??? I judge the three pregnant women I see outside my office building every day-- smoking. Yes I judge you and think you are a terrible parent. Plus you make my coat smell like smoke because it's too cold to go far from the front door and that just pisses me off.
Married October 28, 2006, TTC since March 2009 IUI #1-8 w/ clomid = BFN
IVF # 1 May, 2011 = BFP!!! Stillbirth at 26 weeks (placental failure/severe IUGR)
FET #1 February, 2012-- BFP! Beta #1=84 Beta #2= 207 Beta #3= 3,526
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Me too. Totally.
Oh wait, can I be promoted or am I already at the top? I guess I could ask Jay to put my name first on the 1040. I'm "head of household" b!tches!!
Um, you totally SHOULD be judging them. If it were me, I'd be making snide remarks (probably mumbled), "Guess y'all didn't get the memo that smoking while pregnant is a stupid idea". I hate when people think that sh!t doesn't apply to them. Also, you're not supposed to smoke within 10-15 feet of a doorway of a building, I believe, so you could totally bust out with that. "Hey, if you're going to kill your unborn child's brain cells, could you at least do it over there?"
Lately, I have realized that I am oddly delighted when I realize I'm the first person to use the restroom at work after it's been cleaned. Today I acutally caught myself doing a tiny fist pump and whispering "yes!" when I saw that tell-tale blue water.
Last night in spin class, I talked to a cute guy. I was setting up my bike (raising handlebars, seat, etc.) and he started setting up the bike next to mine. (Not necessarily because he was diggin' my chili; the class was almost 100% full, it may have been the only bike left.) I was having trouble getting my handlebars adjusted, and asked him which way the knob turns. He says "Well, right-y tight-y. . ." which I KNOW, but wasn't working for me, so I responded "But is it my right or the bike's right?" (I was standing at the seat, knob is on the front of the bike.) He said "Pretend you're in front of the bike" and spun the knob once in the appropriate direction while trying to hide the "what a dumbass" look he had for me. Gah. It seems he noticed that I felt like a total moron at that point, because he said "Do you need help?" I told him no and thanks.
What's worse is that the teacher later came over and said hello to me because I am a semi-regular in the class. Obviously, I should know which way the knob goes!! But, I legitimately couldn't get it to tighten.
I decided that the couple of times Mr. Right-y Tight-y left class to refill his water bottle, he was actually having to take a break because he couldn't take the tough pace and felt embarrassed that the dummy (me) next to him was totally kicking his ass.
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I'm with Joyco--you should! Side note--I once saw a bunch of people smoking outside a restaurant door and went the long way around to avoid their 2nd hand haze. As we went around I mumbled something about "stinky smokers" and wouldn't ya know Luke picked it up. So now when he sees people smoking outside he yells, "STINKY SMOKERS!!"
And I agree with FCB. I loathe that acronym. I'm not saying we don't all have those days, but coming out and declaring "FML" is over the top for me. I'm glad I'm not the only one that gets bugged by that.
And another one. One of my coworkers is having a birthday happy hour after work today. DH has the day off. I didn't want to call him and ask him to drive his rear all the way into town to pick up the kids when I'm right.here already, so instead I called and said, "there's this happy hours, so I'm going to pick up the kids and take them with me and we'll be home late I guess," TOTALLY thinking that he'd jump in and be all, "you don't have to do that! I'll get the kids. You go and enjoy yourself." But of course, he just said, "Okay, I'll see y'all when you get home."
So now I'm mad at DH and dragging both my children to a bar after work. Go me.
I LOVE that Molly feeds herself now (and does not want help from me, apparently.)
I can park her in the high chair next to me while I'm on the computer and she'll take forever to finish half a banana. It's awesome! She's contained (and fed) and I get to Nest uninterrupted.
I'll bet he was embarrassed, too. And I bet Mr. Right-y Tight-y wears Tight-y White-ys.
(and the -y was there for cohesiveness, you grammar snipers!)
I have two traffic related pet peeves that I got busy and didnt get to post yesterday:
1) When people don't use their blinkers. FOR REALS. Use them. Its hazardous, not only to people driving around you, but to any runners or cyclists who happen to be paying attention to your car's signals and making decisions on whether to run or stop at an intersection based on them.
2) Its PARmer. Not PALMer.
And alternately, it's PaLMer Auditorium, not PaRMer! I went to see Kathy Griffin at the Long Center and the gal I was with kept saying, "Parmer Auditorium blah" and "Parmer blah". I wanted to smack her. I just kept saying, "Oh yes, PaLLLLmer Auditorium blah?"
Yes. Indeed! That would bug the crap out of me too, though I haven't heard that nearly as much.
Wait, you were WITH someone saying that and didn't put the smack down? I applaud your self control.
Long story, but yes. I was supposed to go to the show w/ a friend and her friend. But my friend had to back out b/c she had a family thing she had to attend so the friend of hers brought another friend. The friend of a friend of a friend is the one who doesn't know jack. It would have been weird to sit next to her for 2 hours after having corrected her asss any more rudely.
Ok, I'm sorry. I was just on another bump board and saw this THREE times, from THREE different posters! Seriously!?
It's spelled breathE, people. Like: Sometimes I can't even breathe, I'm laughing so hard at people who can't spell.
You could actually mean "breath", but very rarely is this the case. Here's how to use "breath" in a sentence: Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.