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I wish that were true, because then I could have a conversation with the parents to say "Hey, Jimmy was setting off fireworks kinda late last night, could you make sure he's done by 10:00pm?" Instead I had to attempt to reason with an adult, well into his 50's, that fireworks after that time in a neighborhood, on a Tuesday night, were rude and inconsiderate. His response was that 1:00am wasn't late because it was a holiday. I told him that not everyone was off on July 5th, namely me, so 1:00am on a work night was late. This was the same family that allowed their middle school age child to ride around the neighborhood on one of those small motorbikes, with no helmet, barefoot, in the road, during the time when most folks were coming home from work so there was a lot of traffic. I was so glad when I saw the for sale sign go up in front of their house.

I don't understand why people can be so inconsiderate to think making very loud explosive noises in a neighborhood where people are sleeping is ok to do. I have no problem with town/city sponsored fireworks shows, they can be spectacular and people can choose to attend them. But the idiot next door who buys $400 of explosives and sets them off outside my window at 1:00am BECAUSE IT'S THE FOURTH OF JULY is just being an ass.

My ex-husband and his wife are of the same mindset: Ex: "We got a sweet deal! Free room, comped drinks!" me: "How much did you win?" Ex: "$500!!" me: "How much did you spend?" Ex: angry glare, conversation ends My daughters told me once that he and the wife spent over $2,000 in one night, and won very little. How is that fun?

The Breakfast Club.

@Sun-Bun I agree with your post on so many levels. First, my sister is a teacher, we live in upstate NY, and she could never go out for a drink near where she taught and I was not allowed to post pictures of her with a glass of wine on social media. Seriously? Are teachers supposed to be nuns/priests outside of the classroom or something? I'm not talking about getting rip-roaring drunk, but having a drink at a restaurant where one of your students might see you is a crime? She has gotten better over the last few years, I think mainly because she is nearing retirement but it used to bug the shit out of me that she worried about "what will my students think?" because she enjoyed an IPA at a picnic. Second, I get annoyed with people at work (I work in an office) who will comment after seeing pics of my weekend where I have a drink or am with people who are drinking, with snide remarks about "drying out your liver after your weekend?" Really? I had 3 beers at a party and that makes me a stumbling drunk? I had a glass of wine with my girlfriends at dinner and now I need AA on Monday? I refuse to conform to the thinking that any alcohol makes you an alcoholic. I dated a drunk for several years, a man who would slam rum & coke after rum & coke until he couldn't talk or walk, a man who's workplace mandated him to AA because he showed up drunk or severly hungover to work on many, many occasions. That, IMO, is a alcoholic. Me having drinks with my husband at a bar on a Friday night is not.

LOL, we go to Ollies to find cheap stuff for our camp (rugs, towels, stuff that won't bother me if they get ruined), I tell my guy that when I retire I am going to apply to be the Ollie's Organizational Coordinator and just spend all day cleaning and organizing their shelves and store fronts. It would be a dream come true! My parents were friends with a woman who did this, she was a widow with no children and when she passed my parents helped clear out her house and get it ready for sale. My mom said there was a walk-in closet full of things that she'd likely purchased as gifts, she was a sweet lady who always had a little trinket when we visited her, unfortunately most of the items were covered in dust, spiderwebs and, um, mouse droppings so they had to be disposed of.

We are kindred spirits. I remember sitting at the table while my brother and sister ran out to play tag and ghost in the graveyard and hide and go seek while I sat staring at 4 fat brussel sprouts on my plate. And like your pup, our german shepard/lab mix, who would eat freakin' 4-day-old-rotting-in-the-sun-dead-groundhog, would not touch those sprouts! I can still remember chewing on those cold, bitter knobs of leaves, choking them down with gulp after gulp of milk, praying they wouldn't come back up. Ewww! Everyone raves about SOURDOUGH, I think it tastes like stinky feet. I'd rather eat bruss....never mind, I'll take the sourdough....

I have the same problem, and they start around 7:30am, I get it, it's summer but geez, I'd like to not hear that until at least 9:00am....

I have a husband of a friend who constantly refers to his wife by his nickname for her instead of her actual name on FB. Think "Honeyplum" or "Sweetiecakes". The thing is this woman is a high level manager at my place of business and, IMO, it's demeaning. I always wonder why she doesn't tell him to knock it off.

I don't mean to kickstart a possibly dead thread, but these tiny home stories got me going. I just moved from a 2200 sq ft house to my fiance's 900 sq ft house. He is kind of a pack rat but I figured I could clear out stuff as I acclimated. Well, his mom ended up having to move in with us (temporarily, but for a while) and now we are a crowded house of 3 adults. Throw in the times one or both of his teenage kids decide to come sleepover and I am now in full on claustraphobia mode. Rooms are brimming with stuff I haven't had time to go through and our shared space is a nightmare to maenuver with 2 adults, let alone 3 or possibly 5. Anyway, I always thought the tiny homes were a terrific idea to live modestly and reduce clutter but now I am of a different mindset. I couldn't do it. I am biding my time until MIL moves out and we sell to move to slightly bigger space.

Ugh! Why do people who are waiting in a long line for whatever reason, once they get to the gate/register/whatever decide, with a line of people behind them, to start asking a bunch of questions that could easily be answered by someone else NOT handling the transaction??? Today I was picking up a race packet during my break, there were 4 people in line when I arrived and the line behind me quickly filled up as I waited. I get to be the next person at the table and the ding-a-ling in front of me, after being handed her packet, literally leaned against the wall and put her foot up (knee bent behind her) against the wall and began a series of questions regarding the weather for the race (taking place this evening). WTF? Go ask the employees who AREN'T handling the packet hand outs!! Better yet, princess, don't stand there whining about "what if it rains, where will we wait?" "But there's no tents, we'll be soaked before we run." OMFG, sweetie, if the rain is an issue, DON'T GO! But I need my packet so get the f--- out of my way!

Did you eat at Buffalo Wild Wings in Upstate NY too??? I swear this is exactly what happened to me the last time I ate there. We waited 20 minutes for drinks, and as she set them on the table I could tell she was going to speed away again so we quickly ordered our food. Waited another 20 minutes, with empty drinks, for our food to be delivered by a different waitperson, and he too sped away before we realized we had no silverware. We flagged down another watier who gave us the silverware and fled too. The food was wrong, but we were starved so we ate it and then waited and waited and waited, no one came back. We went to the hostess and asked for our check, she said "Oh I'll send someone over." We told her no, we'd wait right there until she got it. She seemed flustered but did as we asked, we paid, with no tip and left. I never went back and that location has since closed.

I got through the first 5 or so, I just got tired of her never being prepared, always trying to figure out which of the two male leads she wanted to be with and her constant state of bafoonery.

@theredhead77 I wish I had your guts, there have been several times where I could hear the full conversation over the music on my earbuds and have wanted to let them know but since I go to a gym that is a "no judgement zone" I was afraid that would be considered judging. I have talked to the kids at the desk, they are sympathetic but I can tell they have zero interest in getting involved. I am just amazed that people who pay money to work out basically use the gym as if it were their personal kitchen table. When I want to discuss issues with my bestie we get a glass of wine, sit on the couch and hash it all out. I would be embarassed to do it loud enough where 30 perfect strangers know what my doctor found at my last gyn appointment. And don't get me started on the conversations I've been subjected to in the locker room....

@PRgal just reminded me of one of my pet peeves at the gym: I go to the gym to work out, I have gone with a friend or my daughters on several occasions, on none of those occassions did I feel it necessary to carry on a full volume conversation, over top of the sound of the treadmills/elipticals/weight machines, so that everyone within a 5 ft area can hear that my sisters's best friend's neighbor's daughter is quitting school to move to California. Or that they made THE MOST DELICIOUS casserole for the church picnic last Sunday. Or that the doctor said that growth on her inner thigh is infected and will need to be lanced. And it's always women that I experience this with, wth? If you have the breath and the time to have such major discussions, then maybe a gym isn't the best place for you, maybe you should go to a coffee shop or a walking track at the local park.

I don't think I understood the depths of my JJ/JM addiction until I was no longer able to watch, and reading the descriptions on Primetimer is way more fun when you know what/who they're talking about! @AngelaHunter, no he was tall and intelligent but a lying cheating jackass nonetheless! And definitely no loss!

OMG, I have missed you guys!! I moved in early March and haven't had cable service until this week, I will be binge watching some JJ, but I've been able to catch the last few episodes of JM and I am rolling on the floor at your spot on descriptions! I was transfixed at the animations of those two purple haired fools, could barely understand them but it was pure entertainment. Then the rode-hard-biker-chick-and-her-stumpy-dopey-man-toy came on and I almost peed myself! WTH??? Then she spoke with her 5 pack a day rasp about her $800 and 'leather' jacket and how she was fooled by that little twerp into thinking they were in a relationship until she heard* him on a date with another (idiot) woman. Seriously? Do these people have no sense of shame???? *This actually happened to me with my ex-boyfriend. I put up with a lot of sh*t from him, this was the nail in the coffin. And he attempted to lie, lie, lie his way out of it but I wasn't listening this time. So when she told her story I actually had a twinge of pity for her, although I will not be going on National TEE VEE to tell the US of A how stupid I was.

My mother always leaves cryptic messages "Call me back as soon as you get this!" and when I call back in a panic she says "Oh, I wanted that recipe you made at Christmas." OMG. I tell her to leave a full message, that way I can gauge the importance and prioritize it accordingly but no, she still leaves those messages. Sadly I may actually miss an important event/issue because now I choose to call when I have time instead of rushing.

My current job does this, for $2 but still, and I know what charity the money goes to because every year my company does a big campaign to encourage giving to it. When I first started here, over 20 years ago (yikes I'm old!!), they used put on the donation card what they thought you should give BASED ON YOUR PAY. If that didn't smack of invasion of privacy. Back then I was only making enough to cover daycare for my child, there was no extra money to give away and I made it very clear that I was not willing to do so. I had to talk to my boss, and then my boss' boss in order to decline. It left a bitter taste. Anyway, the did away with that practice after getting many complaints but they still do the ask every year, and every year I decline. I give my money directly to the charity of my choice, I don't need an intermediary to do it for me. As far as the $2 to wear jeans, nope, not doing it.

I grew up in a small town in upstate NY, no chain restaurants, a small grocery store, a bowling alley, a couple mom & pop restaurants and a pizza place. The Am/Pm convenience store was the place to get candy and soda for less than a dollar. We had a kids bowling league every Saturday morning, church school Wednesday after school that we had to walk to. As a matter of fact we walked or rode bikes to basically any place in town, be it a mile or 5. Everyone knew everyone, if not by actual first name, by the 'family' name, as in: she's related to so-and-so who was the cashier at the IPA. In the summer we did the recreation program at the town park, we rode our bikes down in the morning, went home for lunch, rode back for the afternoon and had to be home for dinner at 5:00pm. Both my folks worked, so they had no idea where we were but you betcha the other moms who didn't work made sure we behaved. The highlight of our summer was the annual town parade and fireman's carnival, it lasted a whole 3 days and we'd spend every minute riding those sketchy rides and eating funnel cakes, sugar dusted waffles and guzzling orange soda. I miss those days.

Well it's official, the closing for the sale of my house is set for Monday. Thursday night I will be leaving the house I built, lived in and loved for the last 17 years. I think the moving out process has helped me come to terms with leaving, as I went through rooms, cupboards, closets and boxes I rediscovered things that made me grateful, thankful and hopeful. Letting go of a lot of things that held me back and finding things that I'd thought I'd lost and now can enjoy again. I've been thinking of penning a note for the new owners, letting them know that they are moving into a house that was a shelter and a haven for a mom and her two daughters who were embarking a new life that they were both terrified of and exhilerated to begin, and wishing them the same laughter and joys that we experienced there. I am looking forward to beginning new projects at my new house, with the man I love to help me. This move has been a learning process for me, letting go of a lot of things and realizing that memories are the best kinds of souveniors.

I have no problem with those sick people showing up, it's the ones I work with who think they are sooooo irreplaceable that there is no way they could possibly miss a day at the office! It's the people who have cellphones, laptops and i-pads provided by the workplace that they could easily access their emails and work on their projects from, WHILE THEY ARE HOME, that drive me batshit crazy! Thank you for using this correctly, Pet Peeve: people who say "nip it in the butt"!

Omg that is god awful looking!! There's a wife of coworker that shills for a MLM food/seasoning line and she is forever posting pics of her 'creations' that look like something my cat vomited up 2 weeks ago and I just found it covered in a crusty mold.

Can I sit at your *dirty* table too? My fiance refuses to eat anything past its 'best by' date, even though I have explained it has nothing to do with food safety, its about the best possible taste. Me? I don't care, I've eaten almost everything past a sell by or best by date, if it passes the sniff test I'm good. It cracks me up when people look at the dates on BOTTLED WATER and refuse to drink it, seriously??? And my cats are allowed on the bed, the table, the counter, wherever they want, again, I've been a cat owner for 50 years and have never, ever caught a disease or gotten ill because of them. Now ask me if I"ve ever gotten anything from my sick coworkers who refuse to stay home when they're running a fever or coughing up a lung. I have a coworker who is always sick, she uses hand sanitizer, lysol wipes and won't touch anything even close to 'expired' yet she is sick at least once a month. Go figure.

I had a family show up at my door a several summers ago, a mom and 2 or 3 grade-to-middle school aged children whom I had never seen before. The mom stayed at the bottom of the porch steps while the kids gave me a speil of wanting to raise money to go to Disney for the vacation of their dreams. No joke. I politely declined and went to close the door when the mom piped up "Surely you can spare a few dollars so my children can have the experience of a lifetime!" I smiled at her and told her I couldn't afford to take my own children to Disney, and maybe she should look into taking them to a more reasonably priced theme park in our area, as I had done. She huffed off with her kids, I always wondered how much money they scammed off people who felt guilted into giving them money.