I can go WEEKS without putting away dresses or sweaters, but I’ll be damned if more than a few hours pass with unread emails. I do not understand the minds of people who have hundreds of unread/uncategorized emails. Are their lives better than mine? Or worse?
If you want to take your young kids (under the age of 6) out to a restaurant, go to a family-friendly one. It’s important that they learn proper behavior, but please don’t take them to a more upscale restaurant if they aren’t able to handle themselves.
The rules that many restaurants are putting into place are necessary because parents just think, “That’s what children DO! They cry, they scream, they throw fits and run around public places. So you should cater to us.” No, if you can’t do the proper role of parenting, then the restaurant has every single right to impose strict rules and even ban children from the restaurant.
The world isn’t going to bend its back for parents, so don’t expect us to cater to your brats.
This. They don’t have the right to ruin other people’s meals just because they can never have a quiet meal.
Kind of related: When I was at Universal Studios last week we went onto the studio tram, where you get lined by seat in the tram before you’re able to board. This lady behind us had another mom and 2 or 3 kids in her partyand their group had to be split into 2 rows. One behind the other. Probably easier to talk to each other, really. But the moms FREAKED. OUT. One of them asked the women who would be seated next to her (a group of 3 adult women, clearly together) if they’d move back so their snowflakes could be together. And those women - bless them - politely said no. And they mom flipped her shit! She kept going “REALLY? REALLY? YOU WON’T SWITCH WITH US.” And the ladies a couple of times were like “we’d really prefer this place” and then they just went back to their conversation and the mom was loudly complaining about the rude adult women who were totally not at all rude at all. I loved them.
My blog is boring me to tears, and my life is nutso.
We had an awesome trip to Los Angeles and I might want to live there if I didn’t have shit I needed here in Portland, like a job and a house.
My job has been super busy.
My freelancey things have also been busy. More of that self-promotional shit on its way in coming days.
Husband’s parents are coming over for dinner tomorrow night and I’ve been too busy to clean the goddamn house or plan dinner and husband’s all “I’ll just do that!” but his mom is too judgmental and I’m too Type A to not do anything so I’ll probably do most everything and the fact that I’m feeling like I cannot avoid making a Great Statement on Modern Wives pisses me the fuck off.
Our goddamn laundry room remodel just. Won’t. Be. Finished.
And I’ve been trying to get to work early so I take my dog out earlier and this morning the motherfucker would not take a dump so we had like 40 minutes of walking in circles at the park and I got to work late and he still didn’t poop so now I’m in a fight with my dog.
HI I’M A STRESSBALL WOULD YOU LIKE TO TALK TO A CRAZY UN-FUN PERSON? I’M YOUR GAL.
Sometimes it’s not worth it to have the 6:30 reruns of HIMYM on while I’m cooking dinner because it jumps straight to fucking Two and a Half Men at 7 and if I have something in my hands it takes me a minute to change the channel, and I just can’t have that shit on my television set.
Ladies, give it to me real: is there something that fixes dark under-eye circles? I will pay money for something that actually does this.
Me: pretty dang white, with freckles, dark hair & eyes.
Beauty routine: extremely lazy. I use oil of olay moisturizer for sensitive skin in the morning, and wash my face with dove bar soap for sensitive skin. All attempts at other kinds of cleansers have failed - I’ve spent more in my life on products I’ve had to get rid of than on my trusty grocery store standbys.
I drink a shit-ton of water and get plenty of sleep, so it’s not one of those things. It’s just my face.