I just might survive March. Spring break is week after next. And during spring break I get to take part in the most epic bachelorette party ever.
We get no time off in March. Spring break is in April and that is so far away!
Half the time our spring break is freezing cold. People go skiing on spring break it's so early lol. But it's a long haul from mid-March to graduation when we lose that one Friday in April for a snow day. Long.
I've never been to a bachelorette party, this sounds freakin' awesome.
I've never been to one either. My only female friend doesn't want to get married.
Aw, they can be fun! Mine wasn't great but I know good ones happen lol. Mostly it's the group of ladies I'll be with. I wish they had been my friends when I got married so I could have had a great bach party. But I can live vicariously through this friend, right?
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I have roughly one hour to decide... yoga or wine... yoga or wine... I know I should do yoga... and I can have wine after... but I could also have wine now if I select wine only...
I have roughly one hour to decide... yoga or wine... yoga or wine... I know I should do yoga... and I can have wine after... but I could also have wine now if I select wine only...
Update: I have decided on wine, because MH just texted me his back is bothering him again (muscle spasm of some kind the other day and he's a physical laborer). He wants me to pick up the toddler. This makes me think he will not want to make dinner and be left alone with her for 2 hours this evening. Maybe I'll do yoga tomorrow night or Saturday.
Post by anonymouseliza on Mar 5, 2015 15:59:01 GMT -5
The bra thing - I measured and changed from 42 DD to 44 H and it was ah-may-zing. I also used something to find proper cup shape/support since I had a hard time with underwires. It was great. My boobs were perky and supported and comfortable ALL DAY and I felt sexy rather than dumpy and spent too much money on decent bras . . .
. . . and stopped nursing and my boobs deflated some.
Such an idiot for doing it while I was nursing, because I haven't really had money to buy new bras again (also losing weight and decided to make do with the stretchy non-underwires I used during pregnancy).
Even if it seems ridiculous, try a bra in the suggested size. Because it was a serious game changer for me, even if it didn't last forever.
Post by anonymouseliza on Mar 5, 2015 16:03:12 GMT -5
And another random, a little birdie flew in and told me that they got excellent feedback on my interview yesterday so I'm excited about that.
Then I started feeling maudlin about my current department and guilty for planning to leave, and worried about what mess I'll leave behind. Especially since things have been going so well with the new director the last two or three weeks.
I have to remind myself that apart from more stability and a better professional opportunity at this point in time (and actually getting a raise and not just the promise of a raise), I have been miserable since the new director came on board. I cried 4 days of 7 in the fall. Things seem better, but maybe that's because I think I'm on my way out. There are things that will never be changed here and if it's offered, I need to go. Period. I wish I didn't feel some sort of weird guilt or obligation to this place.
And another random, a little birdie flew in and told me that they got excellent feedback on my interview yesterday so I'm excited about that.
Then I started feeling maudlin about my current department and guilty for planning to leave, and worried about what mess I'll leave behind. Especially since things have been going so well with the new director the last two or three weeks.
I have to remind myself that apart from more stability and a better professional opportunity at this point in time (and actually getting a raise and not just the promise of a raise), I have been miserable since the new director came on board. I cried 4 days of 7 in the fall. Things seem better, but maybe that's because I think I'm on my way out. There are things that will never be changed here and if it's offered, I need to go. Period. I wish I didn't feel some sort of weird guilt or obligation to this place.
It's hard to not feel guilty about moving on to a new job. Even when I was moving from part-time to full-time, I still felt like I was letting my team down while they cheered me on. I definitely feel that feel.
I had a girl at Victoria's Secret measure me once when she side-eyed the size I requested. She tried to tell me I was a 36B. I'm a 32/34 DDD. I need to be remeasured because I've gained some weight. Edit: @led I cannot figure out how to get the predictive text to stop. I know I saw a feature for it and now I can't find it. Ugh. -remeasured, not remastered.
VS staff seem to have no idea what they're doing. I've been measured at a few places and usually they all come in fairly close (36 - 40 B). VS tried to tell me I was a 32 DD. Girl would not believe me that it was the wrong size until I put one on and showed her.
I'm in a similar position- I'm leaving a job I love for something less stressful and more stable. I'm excited about the possibilities and the health benefits from the move but man am I having bittersweet moments and feeling guilty about leaving. But if I don't take care of myself, who will?
I've never been to a bachelorette party, this sounds freakin' awesome.
I've never been to one either. My only female friend doesn't want to get married.
I've been to two. My own, and another friend's last year.
Mine was basically just drinking, but I wore a sash and a veil made out of a cocktail napkin and bobby pins (this happened at the 3rd bar we went to).
The one last year was... weird. They did this whole half bridal shower half bachelorette party thing. We were all asked to wear polka dots, and everything (EVERYTHING) was penis shaped. Then we got in a party van driven by the mother of the MOH and went to do karaoke. Then we came back and did more drinking, and there was a penis shaped drink luge.
I learned that day that I can't hang with 23 year olds anymore.
I've never been to one either. My only female friend doesn't want to get married.
I've been to two. My own, and another friend's last year.
Mine was basically just drinking, but I wore a sash and a veil made out of a cocktail napkin and bobby pins (this happened at the 3rd bar we went to).
The one last year was... weird. They did this whole half bridal shower half bachelorette party thing. We were all asked to wear polka dots, and everything (EVERYTHING) was penis shaped. Then we got in a party van driven by the mother of the MOH and went to do karaoke. Then we came back and did more drinking, and there was a penis shaped drink luge.
I learned that day that I can't hang with 23 year olds anymore.
I dont get the overkill with penises. It's not like they are a big secret for most people these days.
I'm in a similar position- I'm leaving a job I love for something less stressful and more stable. I'm excited about the possibilities and the health benefits from the move but man am I having bittersweet moments and feeling guilty about leaving. But if I don't take care of myself, who will?
That is exactly what I keep telling myself.
It's just that they knew when I was looking/interviewing before and I didn't tell most people this time. I think that's contributing to my guilt. But they've had more than ample opportunity to get me more money and they've always debated/waffled/promised but not delivered. It is not their obligation to think of my well-being. It's mine. And this is a great professional opportunity to get experience I simply cannot ever get where I am (as this was when I came here). It's honestly about as ideal as I could hope.
I've been to two. My own, and another friend's last year.
Mine was basically just drinking, but I wore a sash and a veil made out of a cocktail napkin and bobby pins (this happened at the 3rd bar we went to).
The one last year was... weird. They did this whole half bridal shower half bachelorette party thing. We were all asked to wear polka dots, and everything (EVERYTHING) was penis shaped. Then we got in a party van driven by the mother of the MOH and went to do karaoke. Then we came back and did more drinking, and there was a penis shaped drink luge.
I learned that day that I can't hang with 23 year olds anymore.
I dont get the overkill with penises. It's not like they are a big secret for most people these days.
Exactly. Considering the bride had been with her fiance since high school and had been living with him for 6 months or more prior to the wedding, I'm pretty sure she knows what a penis looks like.
But seriously - penis shaped cake, penis shaped cookies, penis shaped decorations (with weird little faces and costumes on them...) penis shaped candies, condoms and lube in the goody bags (decorated with penises and penis shaped glitter). They even painted penises on the party van they rented and got penis shaped wands for the bride and bridesmaids.
I appreciated the lube in the goody bags, but everything else was overkill. I was so over it, and then they brought out that damned ice luge and I was like... I'm outta here.
Oh god, I just remembered the balloons had karma sutra poses on them...
@led, there is a 2-bed/2-bath suite in a downtown hotel, Mexican food, a piano bar outing, and a whole lotta booze involved. And brunch the next day.
I'm 34, I don't get to go to these things anymore. I went to one for a teacher a few months back and it was super lame. So I'm pretty stoked about this one.
I've never been to a bachelorette party, this sounds freakin' awesome.
Would you like to come to mine 4 years ago? Highlight: when we got back to the hotel room and finished our drunk food, everyone was laying down and we all were talking. Someone knocked on the door and I got up to answer it because I thought maybe it was hotel staff telling us to keep it down.
It wasn't.
It was some guy wearing only a fucking trench coat, which he opened to show me his disgusting, flaccid pecker. I laughed at him, and as I slowly closed the door, I chuckled and drunkenly said, "Oh, no. No, we're not doing this. Goodnight." As no one fessed to setting this up, I still maintain that it is the weirdest thing I have ever encountered.
I dont get the overkill with penises. It's not like they are a big secret for most people these days.
Exactly. Considering the bride had been with her fiance since high school and had been living with him for 6 months or more prior to the wedding, I'm pretty sure she knows what a penis looks like.
But seriously - penis shaped cake, penis shaped cookies, penis shaped decorations (with weird little faces and costumes on them...) penis shaped candies, condoms and lube in the goody bags (decorated with penises and penis shaped glitter). They even painted penises on the party van they rented and got penis shaped wands for the bride and bridesmaids.
I appreciated the lube in the goody bags, but everything else was overkill. I was so over it, and then they brought out that damned ice luge and I was like... I'm outta here.
Oh god, I just remembered the balloons had karma sutra poses on them...
The image of the penis luge is both funny and gross. Who comes up with these things?
I've been to two. My own, and another friend's last year.
Mine was basically just drinking, but I wore a sash and a veil made out of a cocktail napkin and bobby pins (this happened at the 3rd bar we went to).
The one last year was... weird. They did this whole half bridal shower half bachelorette party thing. We were all asked to wear polka dots, and everything (EVERYTHING) was penis shaped. Then we got in a party van driven by the mother of the MOH and went to do karaoke. Then we came back and did more drinking, and there was a penis shaped drink luge.
I learned that day that I can't hang with 23 year olds anymore.
I dont get the overkill with penises. It's not like they are a big secret for most people these days.
DH's cousin was a virgin until she got married, despite living with her H for a couple of years before the wedding. All we had at her's was a crotch cake. It was awkward with my MIL there.
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