My Dad paid my cell phone bill from when I got it at 15 until 2 months ago (I'm 30). The only reason I started paying my bill is because I switched providers and it wasn't under his name anymore.
I have one finally. I was scrolling through facebook and someone had posted a link to a video of a dermatologist lancing, squeezing, and extracting things from peoples skin. There was an article about how people would either be intrigued, or totally disgusted. I was fascinated and I can't stop thinking about it. Such a strange sense of satisfaction watching. (Apparently she films it and posts it to make money so she can provide her services free of charge to those that need it).
I love popping pimples. During the summer, DH's back breaks out and I totally love it. So not ladylike at all.
Oh and peeling sunburns. Love it.
I should be an esthetician
I used to love peeling sunburns when I was a kid. I can remember standing in line at summer camp and peeling my friend's back. I'm not sure if I have outgrown it as an adult, or just haven't been given the opportunity....
To go off q convo had at lunch, I have tried weed exactl one time. Got paranoid and coughed so much I started to cough blood. Vowed never again. Apparently more scientists than I realize smoke.
After I had kids all my friends ditched me. They're all still dating and doing the college thing. I haven't been out in probably close to a year, and don't have anyone but my h to talk to. I'm more sad about not having anyone to go out and drink with.
Yes, this. My friends are NOT on the same page at all.
Them: "You want to go out with us tonight" Me: "Can I wear pajamas and be home by 830?"
Not a big pimple popper here, but I do love to pull out my husband's ingrown hairs. He shaves his head twice a week and I get irrational satisfaction from finding bumps that are ingrown hairs, and unearthing the hair strand. I'm weird.
I moved to NC in June. Since then I have been busy being third trimester pregnant while house hunting and then keeping a baby alive. I have exactly 0 friends, and no clue how to make any.
Not with J in the car (well, unless I am stopped at a red light).
Oh I've gotta flame you for this! You say you don't do it with J in the car, I assume because you know it is unsafe. But what about the other drivers on the road that you could potentially hurt? Just because you don't have your baby in the car doesn't mean that other cars don't have their babies with them.
Oh I've gotta flame you for this! You say you don't do it with J in the car, I assume because you know it is unsafe. But what about the other drivers on the road that you could potentially hurt? Just because you don't have your baby in the car doesn't mean that other cars don't have their babies with them.
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I know I deserve the flaming. I am trying to change my ways.Don't just TRY...
Several One inch black curlies grow on my neck, so i have to pluck them. Well if that isnt gross enough, i had an ingrown for weeks, because its a hard spot to do surgery on one's self, so last week dh lanced it for me. Fun times.
I remember when I was in grade 6 I wore one of my Dads shirts to school bc I thought it was cool. I had no idea what it meant but it had the word 'dick' on it so I wore it. In retrospect, it was incredibly embarrassing. It said: Dicky-do award. My tummy sticks out further than my dicky-do.
Post by lawndog1216 on Nov 20, 2015 22:48:40 GMT -5
Seriously want to yarp reading about the fact that people can watch (and enjoy! Hhorrrrrrk) videos of zit popping. Stomach rolling. Bile rising.
I miss drinking, but only miss drinking within the "single life" paradigm. parenting with a hangover has happened ONCE, and it was by far the worst day of my life. I guess that's why I just really don't drink anymore. I'm a one and done kinda gal.
I go back to work (from home) full time on Monday. I've been part time since the first week of October. My lame flame is I've not done 20 hours of work in any given week (quite possibly not even over the course of the last 6 weeks), and I certainly do not see 40 hours of work getting done in a week any time soon. And yet, I happily collect and spend my paychecks. I like to think that this is compensation for the YEARS I worked 80 hour weeks at practically half the salary, but I've been riding that pay back train too long. I fear Karma.
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