Uhhhh...ok DS1's EI service coordinator just came barreling through my front door bc "her appt book showed an appt today".
Here i am, no bra, still in PJs (both dh and i) ds1 has nothing but a diaper on, baby asleep in the swing, my house is a mess and she didnt even bother knocking. Just came barreling ass through the front door, and she goes "oh im so sorry...i could've sworn i heard you talking to the SLP and i thought i was late!". Umm nope. Just us here and we're all sick. Maybe next time, try knocking first?
This is like the 3rd time she's had the wrong appt written down..after she's the one who made the appt with me to begin with.
I've never been drunk enough where I puked involuntarily. I did help it along once because someone told me it would make me less hungover. So maybe this means I've never been truly drunk?
part of me is sorry to hear this because everything is awesome up until the 5 minutes before you are puking
Post by LadyNymeria on Feb 27, 2015 12:24:11 GMT -5
I have done nothing at work today except catch up on this thread - thanks to my cubicle with my back against a wall and an empty office across the aisle.
Post by saltypearl on Feb 27, 2015 12:24:13 GMT -5
MI cleans my kitty litter box until I finish. Today I went to feed the cat and MIL left the empty bag on top of the plastic container. FFS throw it out! There were 6 kernels in the bag and she had rolled it and placed it neatly on top of the fill food container like it still had some in it. Last week I found the empty kitty litter container. FFS just tuck it outside the door like you do the litter and I'll deal with it.
Post by moutonrouge on Feb 27, 2015 12:28:12 GMT -5
One time, at a house party, I puked in the bathroom and was paranoid that everyone else using the bathroom would think it smelled, so I decided to go on offense. I found the host and preemptively pointed the finger at the girl who had used the bathroom before me. Then I found myself another beer and got too drunk to remember if anyone believed my story/cared.
Post by leroybrown on Feb 27, 2015 12:31:31 GMT -5
The night I got pregnant with Nora, DH and I got drunk, got a ride home to MIL's house, had sex in our car in the driveway, and then at some point, I woke up to pee/puke and stumbled into their bedroom and tried to get in bed. I'm told the story goes like this: Me mumbling "Babe, you're on the wrong side." FIL: "Uh, you're in the wrong bed."
I know I'm so late to the game on this... But I really want to blow you guys away with the sex talks I got.
5th grade. Episode of 90210 where they hand out condoms on campus. I'm watching in my room. On commercial mother calls me down. I sit on the stairs and she asks me if I understand what is going on in the show. I stared blanky bc embarrassed. She said "sex is something two married people do to have a baby and a condom is something they use if they don't want a baby".
Feel free to save that gem in case you want to include it with your sex talks with your kids. Worked really well considering all the unprotected sex I had with multiple partners
Also one time when I was 17 there was a lifetime movie and the girl lost her v card in the woods with a random. Mother said "I sure hope your first time will be more meaningful than that". I had been boning for 2 years.
In all fairness to your mom, I wrote "does not lose virginity in a scenario that has been depicted in a Lifetime movie" as one of my hopes and dreams for DS in his baby book.
My mother showed me a video. A cartoon video. With animated sperm that talked.
The night I got pregnant with Nora, DH and I got drunk, got a ride home to MIL's house, had sex in our car in the driveway, and then at some point, I woke up to pee/puke and stumbled into their bedroom and tried to get in bed. I'm told the story goes like this: Me mumbling "Babe, you're on the wrong side." FIL: "Uh, you're in the wrong bed."
Post by foolofatook on Feb 27, 2015 12:35:45 GMT -5
Here's the link that DH sent me re: the passing of Leonard Nemoy. I have tears in my eyes. I don't think I've ever been so sad about a celebrity passing.
leroybrown that is fucking amazing. It's almost better then the time you dropped the mob of liking your own farts. You know, right on the top of the page.
The night I got pregnant with Nora, DH and I got drunk, got a ride home to MIL's house, had sex in our car in the driveway, and then at some point, I woke up to pee/puke and stumbled into their bedroom and tried to get in bed. I'm told the story goes like this: Me mumbling "Babe, you're on the wrong side." FIL: "Uh, you're in the wrong bed."
FIL likes to tell that story often.
This is amazing.
Silver lining is I don't remember it so I can always plead the 5th.
leroybrown that is fucking amazing. It's almost better then the time you dropped the mob of liking your own farts. You know, right on the top of the page.
I know I am way late with the peeing confession but whatevs. Right after my dad admitted to cheating on my mom for like 10yrs and had his girlfriend move in with him I found one of her sweaters in our house and I peed on it. Blew it dry and made a point of getting it back to him and telling him I had laundered it. Stills brings me joy 10years later every time I see her wear that ugly ass sweater.
Post by ThinGoldLine on Feb 27, 2015 12:38:52 GMT -5
Lurker here with my first FFFC -
I'm a 911 Dispatcher for the most populous county in the US; having been doing this for 15 years now. I am moving to Deep East Texas at the end of the year to be closer to my parents, and further away from my Fiance's parents, per his request. I will be taking a pay cut of no less than $50,000/year.
The confession? I can't do this job for any less money. The sacrifices to my personal life, time spent away from my daughter/other family/friends, my physical health and emotional well-being have been too much. I love my job, and I am damn good at it. I have literally saved lives over the phone. But, I just can't do it anymore, and I most certainly can't do it at such a financial loss. The extra money has been my only saving grace while dealing with everything.
And I guess my second confession is that if I don't do this anymore, what do I do? I'm intelligent, and learn quickly, but I don't have a college degree. My identity has been my life as a 911 Dispatcher. I don't know if I can do anything else, but I have to.
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