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I took both the boys to the eye doctor this morning. The eldest's eyes are fine, while the younger needs glasses. They wouldn't give me the pupillary distance without charging me an extra $25. I already knew they were going to try to get every penny they could. Once we walked in, the kids started looking at glasses and she directed them over to the designer ones saying, "These are the kid's glasses over here!" Once I said I wasn't paying $80 bucks for some Nike frames she shows me the free frames and all the other kid's glasses on every other stand they have in there. -.-
When I took Cal for his first visit, he needed glasses. As we were leaving we stopped to look at their selection of glasses (even though I knew I would buy online), and the ones he picked out were going to be over $400. Nope. I've been ordering from zenni & eyebuydirect for him for several years now. And Brad & myself too. My eye doctor isn't happy about this, but he shuts up pretty quickly when I tell him he can pay for our glasses if he wants to.
I took both the boys to the eye doctor this morning. The eldest's eyes are fine, while the younger needs glasses. They wouldn't give me the pupillary distance without charging me an extra $25. I already knew they were going to try to get every penny they could. Once we walked in, the kids started looking at glasses and she directed them over to the designer ones saying, "These are the kid's glasses over here!" Once I said I wasn't paying $80 bucks for some Nike frames she shows me the free frames and all the other kid's glasses on every other stand they have in there. -.-
When I took Cal for his first visit, he needed glasses. As we were leaving we stopped to look at their selection of glasses (even though I knew I would buy online), and the ones he picked out were going to be over $400. Nope. I've been ordering from zenni & eyebuydirect for him for several years now. And Brad & myself too. My eye doctor isn't happy about this, but he shuts up pretty quickly when I tell him he can pay for our glasses if he wants to.
Yeah. I hate that buying direct from an eyeglass place is right along the lines of buying a used car. I got my new ones recently and went to the eye doctor at the local Costco. He didn't even mention the glasses for sale in the Costco which is good because there was no way I was buying them there (even if I had a membership).
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
Instead of just letting me sleep, my brain is making me think about all the awkward social interactions I've had in the past few months. Brains are assholes.
Instead of just letting me sleep, my brain is making me think about all the awkward social interactions I've had in the past few months. Brains are assholes.
My brain does the same. Thankfully not too much anymore. The best is when it decides to flash back 5-10 years to some awkward moment or interaction where I embarrassed myself. Gotta love that lolz. Shame is an everlasting bastard.
Instead of just letting me sleep, my brain is making me think about all the awkward social interactions I've had in the past few months. Brains are assholes.
Yeah. I was meaning to talk to you about a couple at Shaky Knees.
Instead of just letting me sleep, my brain is making me think about all the awkward social interactions I've had in the past few months. Brains are assholes.
Yeah. I was meaning to talk to you about a couple at Shaky Knees.
Only a couple? Either you're being nice or you weren't paying attention.
Around this time last year, my girlfriend and I figured out where her ipod that was missing for about six months had disappeared to.
My girlfriend learned it from a neighbor up the block when the kids were playing together, after an offhand comment about missing it. The neighbor knew exactly who had it, and tattled on her ex-sister-in-law as soon as she learned it hadn't yet been returned. Ex-SIL was a friend of milady and the neighbor, and had been temporarily living with the neighbor around the time the ipod disappeared - that situation has its own falling out, and neighbor gave them the boot.
When I said my girlfriend's ipod "disappeared," what I really mean is "was stolen." By an eight year-old boy whose family was crashing with that neighbor. (Kid's got "future criminal" written all over him, probably has more police calls under his belt than my entire twenties.) This was a possibility we'd considered after thoroughly searching for the ipod... but seeing as my girlfriend had lent $100 to Ex-Friend, there was a plausible explanation as to why she'd suddenly cut off contact. My girlfriend's more tolerant and forgiving than I.
Which led to a difference in how to approach the situation. I was tracking down receipts to prove ownership, establishing a timeframe, got a commitment from neighbor to testify if need be, found a picture on Ex-Friend's Facebook of her holding the device, perusing state statutes and such. I wanted a cop at her (new) doorstep getting it back.
My girlfriend wanted to just show up unannounced, say she knew what was up, and demand its return. Which was what happened, since it was her device to press charges over. I'm told Ex-Friend acted offended, but returned it without any apology or explanation. (Though I did get a kick out of later linking her the state statute on "receiving stolen property from a child" and telling her to be glad we did it milady's way.)
I wish that were the end of it. It was, until today. Ex-Friend got up in milady's inbox. Gave a sob story of I miss you and I'm sorry and her first attempt at explaining her side of events ever - which is in conflict at least three different ways from the body of evidence I'd collected in building a potential criminal case against her. Seems off to me, but my girlfriend's more forgiving and susceptible to tugs at the heartstrings of this nature.
Ex-Friend wants to repair that bridge, I think it's just fine burnt to the ground, girlfriend might beg to differ. Fuck me, fuck Ex-Friend. If that woman and her brat think they're going to be welcome to step foot in my living quarters ever again, there's going to be issues with milady & I.
Post by thepeppers on May 23, 2016 14:52:08 GMT -5
Received an email a week ago for a job I applied for, saying that the GM was impressed with my resume and would be in contact with me by the end of the week.
Received the generic email today saying that the position had been filled, as you guessed...the GM never did get in contact with me.
I'm pretty immune to whoever not being interested in me for a position or getting an interview and not getting the position...but I'm not fond of being yanked around.
8th day in Australia and my voice is going. (Many of you understand why that should actually be a YAY that it last this long.)
However, the real grr here is that I think I'm getting sick. Pretty sure it's just allergies and this is a sinus cold, but I'm coughing a lot, have a runny yet congested nose, tightness in my chest, coughing mucous, and am all headachey. This sucks.
That moment when it's the day before the bachelor party in NOLA, you did all the work in renting a house, making an itinerary and reservations, and then everyone starts giving suggestions on where we should go. Sorry you were too lazy to provide input the million times I asked for it weeks and months ago. Now you are stuck doing what I want to do. Fuckers.
Aaaaaaand my crown/cap just fell out of my mouth. Fantastic.
How long ago did you have it done? When I got my crown done, they told me that if anything happened to it within a certain amount of time, they would fix it for no charge. I can't remember how long it was, but I want to say it was like five years or something. It might be worth calling whoever did it to see what their policy on replacing it is if it hasn't been super long since you got it done.
Aaaaaaand my crown/cap just fell out of my mouth. Fantastic.
How long ago did you have it done? When I got my crown done, they told me that if anything happened to it within a certain amount of time, they would fix it for no charge. I can't remember how long it was, but I want to say it was like five years or something. It might be worth calling whoever did it to see what their policy on replacing it is if it hasn't been super long since you got it done.
I'm going to try to run into my dentist who did it tomorrow before work and hope it's just a replacement with minimal/no fee. It's only been like 2 years. Maybe 3?
How long ago did you have it done? When I got my crown done, they told me that if anything happened to it within a certain amount of time, they would fix it for no charge. I can't remember how long it was, but I want to say it was like five years or something. It might be worth calling whoever did it to see what their policy on replacing it is if it hasn't been super long since you got it done.
I'm going to try to run into my dentist who did it tomorrow before work and hope it's just a replacement with minimal/no fee. It's only been like 2 years. Maybe 3?
Hopefully if it was as that recent, they will take care of it for you!
I just dropped a letter in the mail. For my inmate cousin I just learned was an inmate today. It's not even one of those situations where you're like "yeah, he was a bad apple & it was just a matter of time." This was more like that movie Falling Down or some shit. He was an accountant who snapped in an attempted murder-suicide. (Intentionally used the day-of article which doesn't name names there.)
I used to take baths with the guy when we were like 2-3, because brothers from other mothers like that. At this rate, I'll be lucky if we can hang out together again as free men in our 60s-70s.
I had to put that letter in the mail tonight. I wouldn't have gotten any sleep tonight otherwise.
Post by abrakapokus on Jun 2, 2016 10:21:33 GMT -5
I don't even know where to start. I'm mad at so much today. My brother, who has a history of addiction, got messed up on Saturday night and wrecked his 4 wheeler into a parked truck. He was taken, by Life Star to the hospital and shortly thereafter Dave Maynar sent me a text tell me to call asap. I was at Movement Music Festival in Detroit. We had arrived the night before, riding up with my sweetie and another friend. I couldn't get information from anyone so I called the hospital and spoke to the trauma nurse in the critical care unit. He said they had him as a John Doe and he was in very bad shape, very bad, that if he was me, he would get there asap. I left Detroit, thankful that everyone said just to take my sweetie's car, that they would find a ride home. 7 hours later I arrived at the hospital. My Mom and Dad are there and my brother is in a bed. They have removed the right side of his skull to allow for swelling and bleeding. His face is disfigured, jaw, nose, eye-socket, pallets shattered, all teeth (but two) gone, cuts all over his face on breathing machines with tubes, IVs, drains, monitors snaking all over, into, and out of him.
My Mom and Dad are in terrible shape over this. He's left a daughter, an wife who he's separated from, a girlfriend, two dogs, and a herd of cows (some bottle feeding still) and a 75 acre farm in limbo. I'm angry at him, at my parents for bailing him out of his messes over and over, at being the one who has to be the parent and think about locking up his house, filing for disability, taking care of his animals, making sure my parents sleep and eat, talking to all the doctors, nurses, surgeons, family members, and being the in-between in his mess of wife/girlfriend.
I'm also mad that I've worked all year to go to my festivals and see my friends. I'm mad that my newest job is on hold, since I don't know when I'll be able to work. That I've had to put taking my kids on their first beach vacation on hold. That I don't have time to see my partners and if/when I do, I'm stressed and distracted. I'm mad that my Mom keeps telling me to pray, knowing I don't believe. That she blames everyone and everything, for this, except for my brother. I'm mad that most of the people there are dealing with issues that could have been avoided if we had healthcare for everyone and treated addiction/mental health like an illness and not a crime.
I'm mad that I'm mad. I don't have an addiction. I'm not treated like shit for having addiction issues. I'm not laid up in a hospital fighting for my life. I feel selfish. I have all the support in the world, friends (my god how my friends have rallied around me and my family, thank you!), Chris, partners, my kids, and family.
I look at my two boys and I cannot imagine the pain my parents feel. I can.not.imagine. It makes me feel sick and dizzy to think of my child in the state my brother is in. I feel guilty, like a bad sister. I partially raised my brother and he lived with me for a few years when he was a teenager. I didn't do a good job, obviously. I'm sad that I no longer know him. That I knew what was coming and I backed off from our relationship. On my drive back from Detroit I thought of all the possibilities. If he died, what would he want? Would I raise his daughter? What would happen to my parents? What would I say about him at his funeral? You know, I don't know what I would say. I don't know him anymore. Picking up his dogs was the first time I had been into his house that he's lived in for the last year. There were things there that were so him, his pantry filled with about 10 different kinds of chips. That he hangs onto cards people give him and he displays them, that his dogs are spoiled brats.
I'm mad that I miss him. That even though I knew it was coming, that I'm still heartbroken to see my brother in the state he's in. That the day never came for us to repair our relationship. That even in the best outcomes, he won't be the person he was before. I wish I could talk to him and touch him, I'm mad that I can't. I'm mad at the healthcare professionals who only see a addict and don't treat him as well. I'm mad that I do that, too.
So today, I'm mad. I'm guilty. I'm sad. I'm tired of not having control. I'm tired of being tired.
I don't even know where to start. I'm mad at so much today. My brother, who has a history of addiction, got messed up on Saturday night and wrecked his 4 wheeler into a parked truck. He was taken, by Life Star to the hospital and shortly thereafter Dave Maynar sent me a text tell me to call asap. I was at Movement Music Festival in Detroit. We had arrived the night before, riding up with my sweetie and another friend. I couldn't get information from anyone so I called the hospital and spoke to the trauma nurse in the critical care unit. He said they had him as a John Doe and he was in very bad shape, very bad, that if he was me, he would get there asap. I left Detroit, thankful that everyone said just to take my sweetie's car, that they would find a ride home. 7 hours later I arrived at the hospital. My Mom and Dad are there and my brother is in a bed. They have removed the right side of his skull to allow for swelling and bleeding. His face is disfigured, jaw, nose, eye-socket, pallets shattered, all teeth (but two) gone, cuts all over his face on breathing machines with tubes, IVs, drains, monitors snaking all over, into, and out of him.
My Mom and Dad are in terrible shape over this. He's left a daughter, an wife who he's separated from, a girlfriend, two dogs, and a herd of cows (some bottle feeding still) and a 75 acre farm in limbo. I'm angry at him, at my parents for bailing him out of his messes over and over, at being the one who has to be the parent and think about locking up his house, filing for disability, taking care of his animals, making sure my parents sleep and eat, talking to all the doctors, nurses, surgeons, family members, and being the in-between in his mess of wife/girlfriend.
I'm also mad that I've worked all year to go to my festivals and see my friends. I'm mad that my newest job is on hold, since I don't know when I'll be able to work. That I've had to put taking my kids on their first beach vacation on hold. That I don't have time to see my partners and if/when I do, I'm stressed and distracted. I'm mad that my Mom keeps telling me to pray, knowing I don't believe. That she blames everyone and everything, for this, except for my brother. I'm mad that most of the people there are dealing with issues that could have been avoided if we had healthcare for everyone and treated addiction/mental health like an illness and not a crime.
I'm mad that I'm mad. I don't have an addiction. I'm not treated like shit for having addiction issues. I'm not laid up in a hospital fighting for my life. I feel selfish. I have all the support in the world, friends (my god how my friends have rallied around me and my family, thank you!), Chris, partners, my kids, and family.
I look at my two boys and I cannot imagine the pain my parents feel. I can.not.imagine. It makes me feel sick and dizzy to think of my child in the state my brother is in. I feel guilty, like a bad sister. I partially raised my brother and he lived with me for a few years when he was a teenager. I didn't do a good job, obviously. I'm sad that I no longer know him. That I knew what was coming and I backed off from our relationship. On my drive back from Detroit I thought of all the possibilities. If he died, what would he want? Would I raise his daughter? What would happen to my parents? What would I say about him at his funeral? You know, I don't know what I would say. I don't know him anymore. Picking up his dogs was the first time I had been into his house that he's lived in for the last year. There were things there that were so him, his pantry filled with about 10 different kinds of chips. That he hangs onto cards people give him and he displays them, that his dogs are spoiled brats.
I'm mad that I miss him. That even though I knew it was coming, that I'm still heartbroken to see my brother in the state he's in. That the day never came for us to repair our relationship. That even in the best outcomes, he won't be the person he was before. I wish I could talk to him and touch him, I'm mad that I can't. I'm mad at the healthcare professionals who only see a addict and don't treat him as well. I'm mad that I do that, too.
So today, I'm mad. I'm guilty. I'm sad. I'm tired of not having control. I'm tired of being tired.
I'm so sorry. I was also at Movement this weekend and found out that my Mom and Brother got in a huge fight. Mom ended up burning a bunch of furniture and things he was storing in our basement and this was because she found out that he was using again. He has twins that my parents got custody of this weekend as well. I feel all of the things you are feeling and wonder about what it would be like if he was gone. I can't imagine how my parents feel all the time. I really don't know if I will ever have kids because it scares the shit out me that no matter what you do it could all end up like this. I feel so bad for my partner, she is wonderful and just wants to be there for me, but I don't even know what that looks like. I feel completely helpless and eclipsed by my brother and his situation and it makes me so mad. Then I feel like a terrible person but I am so tired of having my entire life revolve around my brother. Just wanted to let know there was someone feeling much like you at the same festival as you. I'm so sorry that you weren't able to enjoy something you love for circumstance completely out of your control. Its a place I have been far too many time.
I don't even know where to start. I'm mad at so much today. My brother, who has a history of addiction, got messed up on Saturday night and wrecked his 4 wheeler into a parked truck. He was taken, by Life Star to the hospital and shortly thereafter Dave Maynar sent me a text tell me to call asap. I was at Movement Music Festival in Detroit. We had arrived the night before, riding up with my sweetie and another friend. I couldn't get information from anyone so I called the hospital and spoke to the trauma nurse in the critical care unit. He said they had him as a John Doe and he was in very bad shape, very bad, that if he was me, he would get there asap. I left Detroit, thankful that everyone said just to take my sweetie's car, that they would find a ride home. 7 hours later I arrived at the hospital. My Mom and Dad are there and my brother is in a bed. They have removed the right side of his skull to allow for swelling and bleeding. His face is disfigured, jaw, nose, eye-socket, pallets shattered, all teeth (but two) gone, cuts all over his face on breathing machines with tubes, IVs, drains, monitors snaking all over, into, and out of him.
My Mom and Dad are in terrible shape over this. He's left a daughter, an wife who he's separated from, a girlfriend, two dogs, and a herd of cows (some bottle feeding still) and a 75 acre farm in limbo. I'm angry at him, at my parents for bailing him out of his messes over and over, at being the one who has to be the parent and think about locking up his house, filing for disability, taking care of his animals, making sure my parents sleep and eat, talking to all the doctors, nurses, surgeons, family members, and being the in-between in his mess of wife/girlfriend.
I'm also mad that I've worked all year to go to my festivals and see my friends. I'm mad that my newest job is on hold, since I don't know when I'll be able to work. That I've had to put taking my kids on their first beach vacation on hold. That I don't have time to see my partners and if/when I do, I'm stressed and distracted. I'm mad that my Mom keeps telling me to pray, knowing I don't believe. That she blames everyone and everything, for this, except for my brother. I'm mad that most of the people there are dealing with issues that could have been avoided if we had healthcare for everyone and treated addiction/mental health like an illness and not a crime.
I'm mad that I'm mad. I don't have an addiction. I'm not treated like shit for having addiction issues. I'm not laid up in a hospital fighting for my life. I feel selfish. I have all the support in the world, friends (my god how my friends have rallied around me and my family, thank you!), Chris, partners, my kids, and family.
I look at my two boys and I cannot imagine the pain my parents feel. I can.not.imagine. It makes me feel sick and dizzy to think of my child in the state my brother is in. I feel guilty, like a bad sister. I partially raised my brother and he lived with me for a few years when he was a teenager. I didn't do a good job, obviously. I'm sad that I no longer know him. That I knew what was coming and I backed off from our relationship. On my drive back from Detroit I thought of all the possibilities. If he died, what would he want? Would I raise his daughter? What would happen to my parents? What would I say about him at his funeral? You know, I don't know what I would say. I don't know him anymore. Picking up his dogs was the first time I had been into his house that he's lived in for the last year. There were things there that were so him, his pantry filled with about 10 different kinds of chips. That he hangs onto cards people give him and he displays them, that his dogs are spoiled brats.
I'm mad that I miss him. That even though I knew it was coming, that I'm still heartbroken to see my brother in the state he's in. That the day never came for us to repair our relationship. That even in the best outcomes, he won't be the person he was before. I wish I could talk to him and touch him, I'm mad that I can't. I'm mad at the healthcare professionals who only see a addict and don't treat him as well. I'm mad that I do that, too.
So today, I'm mad. I'm guilty. I'm sad. I'm tired of not having control. I'm tired of being tired.
I'm so sorry. I was also at Movement this weekend and found out that my Mom and Brother got in a huge fight. Mom ended up burning a bunch of furniture and things he was storing in our basement and this was because she found out that he was using again. He has twins that my parents got custody of this weekend as well. I feel all of the things you are feeling and wonder about what it would be like if he was gone. I can't imagine how my parents feel all the time. I really don't know if I will ever have kids because it scares the shit out me that no matter what you do it could all end up like this. I feel so bad for my partner, she is wonderful and just wants to be there for me, but I don't even know what that looks like. I feel completely helpless and eclipsed by my brother and his situation and it makes me so mad. Then I feel like a terrible person but I am so tired of having my entire life revolve around my brother. Just wanted to let know there was someone feeling much like you at the same festival as you. I'm so sorry that you weren't able to enjoy something you love for circumstance completely out of your control. Its a place I have been far too many time.
All of this. I'm so sorry you and your family are in the same boat. It is really feeling and dealing with every emotion of your own and those of everyone else, too. All the feelings and no control. ((Hugs))
I'm so sorry. I was also at Movement this weekend and found out that my Mom and Brother got in a huge fight. Mom ended up burning a bunch of furniture and things he was storing in our basement and this was because she found out that he was using again. He has twins that my parents got custody of this weekend as well. I feel all of the things you are feeling and wonder about what it would be like if he was gone. I can't imagine how my parents feel all the time. I really don't know if I will ever have kids because it scares the shit out me that no matter what you do it could all end up like this. I feel so bad for my partner, she is wonderful and just wants to be there for me, but I don't even know what that looks like. I feel completely helpless and eclipsed by my brother and his situation and it makes me so mad. Then I feel like a terrible person but I am so tired of having my entire life revolve around my brother. Just wanted to let know there was someone feeling much like you at the same festival as you. I'm so sorry that you weren't able to enjoy something you love for circumstance completely out of your control. Its a place I have been far too many time.
All of this. I'm so sorry you and your family are in the same boat. It is really feeling and dealing with every emotion of your own and those of everyone else, too. All the feelings and no control. ((Hugs))
And if that isn't enough I feel like there is/will be no end to it. Thank you and ((Hugs)) to you as well.
One of the girls in my bonnaroo group is trying to take charge and order people around. She's never even been to a music festival before and she's telling everyone to do a bunch of stupid shit. She insists she doesn't need to bring a camelback or a water bottle because she will just mooch off of everyone else's. Now I'll give anyone at a festival some water in my pouch if they need it but I don't want her to be asking for a sip every 10 seconds because she was too lazy to get her own. Ugh sometimes I wish I never volunteered to organize this whole thing.
I just dropped a letter in the mail. For my inmate cousin I just learned was an inmate today. It's not even one of those situations where you're like "yeah, he was a bad apple & it was just a matter of time." This was more like that movie Falling Down or some shit. He was an accountant who snapped in an attempted murder-suicide. (Intentionally used the day-of article which doesn't name names there.)
I used to take baths with the guy when we were like 2-3, because brothers from other mothers like that. At this rate, I'll be lucky if we can hang out together again as free men in our 60s-70s.
I had to put that letter in the mail tonight. I wouldn't have gotten any sleep tonight otherwise.
Dude, that is really fucked up. I'm sorry you're having to go through that, and for his wife and children.