Pointless Announcements

My first thought was plant as well.

Hi y'all. I am currently obsessed with watching the testimony & murder trial of this psycho jealous murdering whore bag Jodi Arias. See you soon, depending on how long the trial lasts!

P.S. I know I probably shouldn't get caught up in this stuff, but WHATEVERRRRRRRRR!

Did i ever tell you guys i think i saw Casey Anthony at a Sounds show right after she was acquitted. I'm sure it was her.

You should've kicked her in the crotch.

What if it hadn't been her.

Wouldn't it suck to resemble someone like that terribly?

If the bread bin thing is metal then making it a planter will have it rusting out eventually.

I saw two movies today, I don't remember the last time this happened. Exam weeks, ta-dah!

One of my friends other friends is going to the show tonight with us all, I guess.

I always feel uncomfortable around her other friends.

She is really poor at introductions, as far as 'This is my friend so&so, he does this thing and that, we met at wherever' just those sort of basic background things so you feel comfortable around someone and aren't standing there staring at each other wondering if the other person is very close with your friend, if there are certain ways you must censor yourself, what the hell do you say to this person to break the ice?

At best she will introduce with names only, more likely just be all happy and hang out like it is a party where everyone is well acquainted already.

Ah well. Won't be any talking once the music starts anyway.

I mean, on the phone just now she told me Clay was coming with us and was jammering on about that as though I have even the slightest clue in the world who the heck Clay is at all.

Still have 600 words of this essay to do tomorrow. Nearly there though. It's like pulling teeth because it's about vampires and I just can't see the merit in any of the essay questions asked because it's all a load of shite.

Our 20 year high school reunion is going to be April 21.

TWENTY YEARS, Y'ALL, HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?!?!?

What the hell am I going to wear?

You'll wear your wonderful handsome new husband on your arm of course.

By coincidence I checked my profile just now and noticed this is my ten thousandth post, I feel like I should make it interesting somehow, but I have nothing interesting to say, really.

Should I mention to my friend that she is bad at introductions?

How do you bring up something like that without coming off as an ass? I know her well enough to know it is just that she was never really taught proper etiquette on the matter, not any sort of purposeful rudeness. She isn't a teenager, she should be introducing people to each other like an adult, especially when it is because of her that they are going to be in each others company.

It won't stop snowing and I have to go out today. There's a photography marathon called the "I Love" Project and I want to go. You basically have to hold a sheet of paper where you write in one, two or three words what/how you love. Of course my first choice is "books" but I also kinda want to go for "in vain".

I'm sitting in the park, next to the zoo's outer wall. They've got a kukaburra in there making that crazy jungle movie noise.

A moment of awesome.

I need to get more able to see through situations. The way I am, someone says something. I respond. My friend has this ability to see that someone has said something to him. But before he responds, he thinks 'what do I want out of this specific situation and what's the step after that and after that etc...?" He notices what drives people. This is why he is a good actor. This is why he is good with women.

That's all I have to say right now.

Do you want to go through life plotting everything like that though?

Probably leads to paranoia, depression, night sweats, and goiter.

Try being incurably charming instead.

It's always worked for me.

I am going a little crazy.
More so than usual.
Should probably go to the doc and up the meds. But I probably wont.

That's a cute bin. I'd keep yarn in it. Planter is the obvious choice, because it's cute enough to showcase.

Any word on Sarah? Is everything okay?

I don't feel good in any shape or form about anything tonight and I haven't all day. Something happened tonight that really put me off.

Photoshop is hard and I feel dumb. I've spent the better part of the last 4 days trying to teach myself it using video tutorials and I feel like I've accomplished nothing. I'm gonna see if my prof. will let me just cut and paste things together by hand and scan it when I'm done. So much easier.

edit: It probably doesn't help that I've been switching back and forth between the schools Mac CS6 version and my Windows CS2.

I miss that noise so. They are my favorites

Ps. It's spelled kookaburra

So many things are going on.

My teenager is drawing away from me and doesn't see it. She keeps accusing me of being distant and not listening. I need to figure out how to not get hurt every time she uses that razor of a tongue she has. It's like she keeps punching me in the gut and then wondering why I'm bent over and not hugging her. Which brings me tot he next point.

My boyfriend is upset I don't make the kids do more around the house and my son specifically tends not to do anything productive unless prompted (including taking a bath or brushing his teeth). They have chore lists, but they ignore them. I can't remember to remind them about what they should be doing all the time, especially with all the chores I have to do to make my boyfriend happy. Then he goes on to complain (echoing my daughter) about how I don't spend time with them!

Well gee, between working full time, cooking all the meals, doing all the shopping, doing the laundry, cleaning the kitchen and bathrooms and floors and paying all the bills... I don't have a lot of time left over. That's why I didn't used to do that much in the way of cleaning. It's not that I wanted a dirty house, it's that I wanted to spend time with my kids more than having a clean house. But now I have to clean because otherwise all my time is eaten up arguing about it and that is much worse than just doing it.

Bitch, bitch, bitch, whine and moan. Sorry guys. I needed to vent.

Hattie that is a very cute bread basin. Definitely keep it.

I hope Sarah, Noah and the people that goes by "Enough" and "Rosate" are okay.

Rosate, your post should be in the not much information thread. You sound like my daughter!

Pepper - I would gently tease my friend about it. They would get the hint in a kind and loving way. Or I guess that could see it as passive aggressive, but that's why I say I would do it that way.

WHAAAAAAT?????

What the hell is he doing?

Everyone has chores to do because it's part of being a responsible member of a family unit. For the kids, I suggest establishing consequences for not doing their part (revocation of privileges, etc). But for your boyfriend, what do you mean when you say you HAVE to do chores to make him happy?

We've done the dishes since we were 11-12. My brother and I take weekly turns. My sister doesn't do it yet (she's almost 13), but so far it has worked fine. After we got older we had to clean our own rooms and pass the vacuum, but I think your kids are younger than that.

My kids have to make their beds every morning, pick up after themselves in their bathroom (which means when you're finished, it should look like it did before you went in), empty the dishwasher when asked, fold towels, put their laundry away (I'm still in charge of the rest of the laundry, which is how I prefer it), and vacuum their own rooms. They also put their dishes in the dishwasher when they clear their places at the table.

I don't have them cleaning the bathrooms, handling chemicals, or sweep-vac/steam mopping, and stuff like that. I do all the dusting, kitchen cleaning, windowwashing, baseboards, etc. That's just because I like it done a certain way and I enjoy cleaning because I'm a weirdo neat freak but I don't expect everyone else in my house to be like me. In other words, I just need them to take care of their own basics without stressing over it or complaining and I'll handle the rest.

They might've complained about chores at first but they got on board once they saw there wasn't a choice in the matter. Mom Law

In his defense, I am a "slob", I guess. I am not a cleaning type of person. I simply do not notice anything except stuff that would make a person sick, like mold in the bathroom or food in an unwashed pan. By this I mean I can step over a pile of unwashed clothes without noticing it at all. I don't notice pile of books or mail or coupons sitting around until I need them. Dirty laundry doesn't exist until I start running out of clothes. And sadly, it takes me hours to do what a cleaning type person can do in 20 minutes. Bathrooms take me an entire weekend. Somehow it takes four hours to mop the kitchen floor. I really don't know how other people can do it without spending every waking moment and every thought focused on doing this stuff.

I am not saying he doesn't do anything. He does almost everything. He is a cleaning type. He does anything anyone hasn't done yet buy the time he gets home, because to him, things like tidying up and vacuuming and taking out the garbage are everyday things that take ten minutes, not a day full of misery. I can spend the eight hours he's gone at work on a weekend day attempting to clean the living room and not eating or taking a break and when he comes home, I'm not done and it honestly looks worse than before he left because the furniture is all piled in a corner and stuff is lying around everywhere in my attempt to organize it and... I understand why he's frustrated. I am frustrated too. It's like being required to write a 15 page essay in French about a book I haven't read and don't have access to with no French to English dictionary in half an hour.

I really hate being a loser. Its the only thing I am really truly bad at.

I wash my windows because I like it. And because it's thrilling - I live on the 6th floor.

Tomorrow it's 4 months since I first noticed my classmate (future classmate, back then) and had a crush on him.

I like the Leave the Bathroom in the Same State you Found it rule. I may have to institute that one.

We had to leave the concert early the other night, well, we left just as the encore began. But I had been fighting not needing to leave for a good five songs before that, then gave in and said yes I needed to go.

I was feeling alright for the first half, but between going up and down the stairs in the parking garage, and up and down all the stairs in the ballroom several times (it is on the third floor) it equaled thirty flights of stairs, and having two drinks and only wearing a Tshirt in freezing weather (normally not a problem for me, as it is nice to get cooled down briefly outside in between sets) I was so dizzy and weak from this whatever sickness I have been suffering that I had to go sit on the floor in the corner near the end and people kept staring at me like I must be shitfaced drunk or something. I've never had that happen before, being so out of it, and so suddenly, that I couldn't make it to the end.

Made me feel like an old fart.

Lucy is totally fine. Just a tiny graze on her head, hardly a bump or a bruise. My knee is sprained, but not too bad. The worst of it is that we think we caught the noro-virus tummy bug from the hospital. Me and bloke have spent the weekend at the in-laws in the loo or in bed. We're still feeling seedy, and I've left my poor darling mother-in-law with it.

Ouch norovirus sounds awful, I don't want that, I hope you guys feel better soon.

Well, while I can't relate, I CAN say it's nothing to be so upset about! Don't call yourself a loser - that's really being too hard on yourself. You two (or all of you, really) need to sit down and talk about what works and what doesn't, and what's acceptable and what isn't.

went to a wedding in eureka springs, arkansas. it's a super popular destination because of the crescent hotel (old, haunted etc) and the thorncrown chapel. I posted pictures of my dress, I really liked it.
it was a really expensive wedding. andy came with me. we actually almost destroyed the bathroom. we got drunk at the reception and snuck to our room to shower and do it... basically we pulled the entire shower curtain and rod down and slipped and we laughed so hard before trying to fix it. everything got soaked. it was great.
I'm so glad to be done with this wedding and the girl who got married. she's moving to kansas city and good riddance, she was a miserable twat the entire time and I legitimately dislike her. but I'm a pussy so I was a bridesmaid cause she has no friends. anyway here's some pics of the thorncrown and the crescent

I like that house because it looks haunted and I would totally live in a haunted house.

Being pressured to clean things a certain way or to somebody elses standard can be really frustrating.

We have all our own issues on that subject in my house too, Mena. My dear chronic morning person of a husband thinks that everything should be done by ten am everyday, there is no reason on earth it could possibly take longer.

My thoughts, aside from the fact that mornings are the time I am least motivated to do anything, include the whole fact that I am not being paid to do any of this, it is never ending and utterly thankless and tedious.

I have learned, however, that his idea and standard of what constitutes "Cleaned Up" and my idea are two very (very) different things.

I see dirt whereas he sees piles and messes.

So I can mop and scrub and dust and vacuum and scour all day long and if there are piles of mail and other whatnots he just sees that it is a mess. If he is cleaning all of the piles everywhere are sorted and tidied and put away and the dirt is still there but he feels he cleaned up great.

It is frustrating.

To my advantage, if I am not up to actual cleaning all I have to do for the most part is basic tidying and he is satisfied that I'm not being a lazy bones.

So yeah, maybe talk about it with your guy, or at least take time to observe what he does when he does so you can figure what will please him when you do it.

The earlier I start something, the better. And the later I wait, the less likely I am to do it.

You make me sick Mike.

The dress was great, Cam.

My ex went snooping through my stuff and thinks my taking medication is something he can use against me. What a moron.
And if you're stalking me on here, J, and we must disclose what's being put into our bodies, how about you let me know what kind of shit you put into your system on a daily basis, hmmm?

Use against you how? Does he want custody? Fucker.

Yeah, your ex takes the cake for being a piece of shit.

The most mindfucking exam ever. He told us we'd get 15 multiple-choice questions, instead we got 15 questions with answers that we had to justify and an essay about why we think knowing Romanian grammar helps us in our translator's work.

"What is the dash and what is its grammatical role?" Because fuck you, that's why.

Well, at least I have the right to an extra point because I have 100% attendance. I don't think I'll need it, though, I did great. I... guess.

There was a (new?) member logged on the other day with the use name J. I seriously hope that wasn't Chenoa's stupid ex looking for trouble to make.

Piss off, J! We all think you're a dickhead!

heehee

^ that was me snickering agreement.

Oh god, why do blokes have to be 10 times more sick than you are when you're both ill? Stupid boys.

Even though I have a sprained knee and am pregnant, and recovering from a tummy bug, oh no no no no no, his recovery from the tummy bug is worse than anything ever.

Ugh.

Should i be worried that the woman in charge of the entire company's payroll replied to my important email with a "Your welcome"?

Starting therapy Thursday.

For years I thought online shopping took the fun out of going to a store and holding a physical copy of [X] in my hand, but recently I've become disgusted with 'stupid' people instore to the point of laughing in their face. The irony is they think me a mad man; poetic.