This isn't too exciting but I never wash my makeup off at the end of the day. I figure my foundation has worn off by the end of the day and my mascara looks better the next day when there is a base from the day before.
Post by thechickencoop on Apr 24, 2015 7:09:07 GMT -5
I'm going to lunch with my HR Manager on Monday, friendly lunch, just to catch up since I started back after 3 years of maternity leave lol, BUT I'm secretly hoping we'll discuss what my future looks like with my company. I work part time now and full time (at the office) is off the table because of H's work schedule, BUT we just upgraded our company-wide phone and communication systems which *potentially* opened some doors for me to work remotely, which would be amazing and completely do-able for us. ::fingers crossed::
My cousin, his wife, and daughter are coming to visit this weekend. I haven't seen them in over 2 years. Our DD's have never met. I really am excited to see them, but I wish they weren't here this weekend, and I really wish they weren't staying overnight. I have too much on my plate right now and the house does not look how I wish it did for company... I'm just so stressed and kind of embarrassed by it. I am also feeling guilty about not being at my store on Saturday because we're having an event, and I feel like I should be there.
Post by summerdonna on Apr 24, 2015 7:10:22 GMT -5
Whenever I cut my nails I always leave one nail a little bit longer. I need one good finger for nose picking which is usually done in the car driving home from work.
My real FFFC: When I was seventeen I lied to a cop and said I didn't know that I had hit the car next to me as I was pulling into a spot in my high school parking lot.
In my defense, I had only had my driver's for two hours and the damage didn't look significant. Turns out i'm a bad judge of what looks like damage.
This isn't too exciting but I never wash my makeup off at the end of the day. I figure my foundation has worn off by the end of the day and my mascara looks better the next day when there is a base from the day before.
So here's my FFFC: I really miss my old job and especially coding patients. I know it sounds crazy but that adrenaline rush and the feeling of saving someones life was so intense. My job now is great, but boring compared to what I used to do. However this new job gives me the flexibility to go to RE appointments and treatment without interfering and the schedule is wayyyyy better. But I still miss the intensity of the ICU.
Post by thechickencoop on Apr 24, 2015 7:12:16 GMT -5
Oh, here's a good one maybe? H and I sleep in separate rooms. We have for almost a year. I have a love/hate relationship with it.
The arrangement started because he suffers from severe anxiety and literally barricades the door at night (which, uh, doesn't work with a toddler who may or may not wander in). I hate that he's not next to me at night, BUT, we have a king bed, so I kind of, sort of love starfishing like it's my job every night, AND I can hear him snoring from across the hall, so I sleep much better like this. I will never admit this to him and whenever we get KU he'll need to get over it because the extra room will need to be a nursery.
Oh, here's a good one maybe? H and I sleep in separate rooms. We have for almost a year. I have a love/hate relationship with it.
The arrangement started because he suffers from severe anxiety and literally barricades the door at night (which, uh, doesn't work with a toddler who may or may not wander in). I hate that he's not next to me at night, BUT, we have a king bed, so I kind of, sort of love starfishing like it's my job every night, AND I can hear him snoring from across the hall, so I sleep much better like this. I will never admit this to him and whenever we get KU he'll need to get over it because the extra room will need to be a nursery.
When MH and I were sick a few weeks ago he slept in the spare room and it was the best sleep I'd had in a while. It's so nice having a bed all to yourself!
Oh, here's a good one maybe? H and I sleep in separate rooms. We have for almost a year. I have a love/hate relationship with it.
The arrangement started because he suffers from severe anxiety and literally barricades the door at night (which, uh, doesn't work with a toddler who may or may not wander in). I hate that he's not next to me at night, BUT, we have a king bed, so I kind of, sort of love starfishing like it's my job every night, AND I can hear him snoring from across the hall, so I sleep much better like this. I will never admit this to him and whenever we get KU he'll need to get over it because the extra room will need to be a nursery.
MH moves to the spare room when he snores badly. I sleep so amazing when he does. I don't have to wake up to hit him all night long. Luckily he work's night shift so 3 nights of the week he is guaranteed gone anyways and the others he goes to bed way later than I do. I love having him close but hate the snoring. I wish he would just get his damn cpap and this would all be a mute point. I hear ya tho....that starfishing is amazeballs!!!
Sometimes I use baby wipes to take my makeup off quickly.
I use baby wipes for cleaning dd up after eating, after painting/coloring, to clean her highchair. And she likes to pull them out of the container so we go through a lot here.
My real FFFC: When I was seventeen I lied to a cop and said I didn't know that I had hit the car next to me as I was pulling into a spot in my high school parking lot.
In my defense, I had only had my driver's for two hours and the damage didn't look significant. Turns out i'm a bad judge of what looks like damage.
Someone liking the smell of horse poop yesterday reminded me of this. When I was 17 I was a waitress at Pizza Hut. We were so busy most of the time and I didn't get breaks and rarely lunches. I was running by the cash register one time and I got this huge whiff of horse shit. It was revolting. I, stupidly, said very loudly "oh my god, what is that SMELL?" And I did not realize there was a woman standing there in farming clothing and she was in fact that smell. I'm sure she heard me but didn't say anything. I felt so bad and still do to this day.
Someone liking the smell of horse poop yesterday reminded me of this. When I was 17 I was a waitress at Pizza Hut. We were so busy most of the time and I didn't get breaks and rarely lunches. I was running by the cash register one time and I got this huge whiff of horse shit. It was revolting. I, stupidly, said very loudly "oh my god, what is that SMELL?" And I did not realize there was a woman standing there in farming clothing and she was in fact that smell. I'm sure she heard me but didn't say anything. I felt so bad and still do to this day.
You said something rude without thinking. SHOCKER!!!!
Oh, here's a good one maybe? H and I sleep in separate rooms. We have for almost a year. I have a love/hate relationship with it.
The arrangement started because he suffers from severe anxiety and literally barricades the door at night (which, uh, doesn't work with a toddler who may or may not wander in). I hate that he's not next to me at night, BUT, we have a king bed, so I kind of, sort of love starfishing like it's my job every night, AND I can hear him snoring from across the hall, so I sleep much better like this. I will never admit this to him and whenever we get KU he'll need to get over it because the extra room will need to be a nursery.
We sleep in separate rooms as well. It started when h had knee surgery, then I got pregnant, then the baby and then he had more health issues and needed to sleep in a hospital bed in the spare room.
I sleep in the middle of the bed too.
When I do get ku the spare room will become a room for dd so he will have to sleep with me or on the couch.
Someone liking the smell of horse poop yesterday reminded me of this. When I was 17 I was a waitress at Pizza Hut. We were so busy most of the time and I didn't get breaks and rarely lunches. I was running by the cash register one time and I got this huge whiff of horse shit. It was revolting. I, stupidly, said very loudly "oh my god, what is that SMELL?" And I did not realize there was a woman standing there in farming clothing and she was in fact that smell. I'm sure she heard me but didn't say anything. I felt so bad and still do to this day.
You said something rude without thinking. SHOCKER!!!!
lol.
The stupid things I say I regret years later and they still eat at me. I have a good heart but a foot in my mouth.
Warm-up FFFC: I get irritated when my MIL comments on my FB posts with hashtags. Why are you doing that, MIL?
I think it is amazing your MIL knows what hashtags are. Mine just figured out FB and sometimes takes an hour and just likes everything that every person she knows has posted along with a few random comments.
But I think that's the thing: hash tags aren't really that hard. She also posts a status, but then shares her own status (so you end up seeing two of them) as if that's how you actually are supposed to make a status. It's like she's a poser! LOL.
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