I’m going to a play tonight. I’ll need to have dinner in the general area of where the play is, but although there are many restaurants in the area, I don’t think I can eat at any of them. 
This isn’t me being picky, it’s just that they’re all out of my price range. I’m thinking maybe I’ll just bring sandwiches for myself or something and find somewhere to eat them.
Fucking parking ticket. Went to a concert last night. Parked the car, went to the kiosk, and got a parking stub good until 7pm, which is when they stop requiring paid parking. I put the stub in the driver’s side window. At 6:55pm, Johnny the meter boy came by and wrote me a fucking $39 ticket because the stub was in the wrong window. You fucking ASSHOLE! I am NOT paying this goddamn ticket. I can’t believe they ticket you because the damn thing is clearly displayed, but not in the window of their choosing. Also, coming around five minutes before free parking kicks in is just harassment.
Thanks, I’ll look into that. I do have a pair that currently more or less fits. I wonder if they do skirts? 
I’ve got a bunch of denim skirts I love that are either wearing out or I’m growing out of them.
I wish I could do that, but men’s styles don’t fit my excessively womanish figure. If I can get them up over my hips and thighs, the waistband flops around like a stranded trout.
Things need to quit breaking. The tab on my faucet Brita broke a couple of weeks ago which meant I had to buy a whole new filter. Then my brakes started to get shuddery after I had them worked on less than 4K miles ago. My rotors got too hot and warped, so I have to get them remachined. (I’ll own this–I had to drive on icy roads a couple of times over the winter and I knew I was riding the brakes too much.) There are spots under where I park my car which means some sort of fluid is leaking. And I have to take my computer back to the shop after getting it out yesterday because my hard drive is showing all the signs of wanting to have a catastrophic failure.
Shit needs to work and stay working.
So my asshole neighbors are doing some kind of construction in their yard and they had the workers out there at 7 am this morning, running their stupid power drills and backing up their trucks. BEEP BEEP BEEP. If you have workers making that much racket at 7 am in a residential neighborhood you are an asshole.
Pants do indeed suck. I went to Walmart and bought three pairs of capris for the summer, same size, same company, same rack. The green ones and the tan ones fit great! The white ones? Too small! WTF?!
Sometimes you can eat soup and bread at a pricy restaurant without breaking the bank. Especially if they let you sit at the bar to eat. And especially if it’s a little off from the usual busy hours.
Thanks for the tip.
One of my neighbours has noisy tools too. They start early, though I don’t know if it’s as early as 7 AM.
I learned to take in the waist of pants because I had an extreme hourglass figure. It really isn’t difficult to learn, there are probably instructables online for it. My favorite jeans were Levi 501 mens buttonfly jeans and the waist was always at least 6 to 8 inches too large for me to get my butt and thighs to fit.
The school nurse has officially told my twelve year old daughter she can’t come to school without a bra. Poor kid has been blushing ever since. Twelve is so not an easy age. One on hand she’s almost as tall as I am and starting to fit into my shoes. She has a lovely figure. On the other, she’s still such a child yet. I want to stop this moment in time and let her just be a child for yet a while longer. But she’s rounded in ways she wasn’t even a few months ago and growing into her adult face. My baby is no longer. My child is also about to be gone very soon. I feel for her as she clings to childhood and tries to pretend that she’s not on the cusp of adulthood. I want to tell her that it will get better and easier soon. But I have too of an adult in me to lie to her. I know the next few years may be some of the hardest of her life. There is no truly easy path into puberty and what lies beyond it. So I sit here with her right now, holding her hand and patting her pretty hair, grateful that I am as yet still her friend knowing that all I can do is be there for her with as much love as I can as long she will still have me there.
Why is that any of her business? 
I am such an amateur. Chopped a jalapeño, rinsed hands. Couldn’t open the lime juice bottle, after tussling with it for a few minutes, so decided to open it with my teeth.
My lips are burning.
Total rookie move. Feel dumb as hell.
Also misread the recipe, have no idea how it’s going to turn out tomorrow. Oops.
^ Dairy products. Slather some yogurt on there.
Still haven’t managed to budge the damn scale and there’s a big family party in two weeks. Where I’ll see my gym bunny MIL. Cripes.
That’s what I was wondering.
I had two older sisters who started picking on me when I needed to start wearing a bra so the school never came into it.
How is this within the purview ow the school nurse?
She probably has a male teacher who is too traumatised to tell her himself (there was an article in the Daily Mail this week about a school banning skirts so male teachers don’t have to deal with girls who wear them too short)
A mini rant of my own…I have to pit myself and my two left feet. Went running this morning and fell flat on my face. I have an enormous black eye and an oozing wound on my cheek. My daughter dressed my knee so I don’t even know how bad that is :-/
Last time I got a black eye on a ski trip (Nyquil caused me to pass out in the bathroom and crack my head on the tile floor) everyone was looking sideways at hubby the rest of the trip.
A male teacher who is “traumatized” by a 12 year old girl having breasts should maybe not be in a situation where he is around 12 year old girls. And a school nurse should deal with medical issues, IMO.
I took it to mean that he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to her, not the mere fact that she was growing breasts.
My Verizon FIOS contract expired a couple of months ago. For the first month, the price stayed the same. This month it went up $25.00. Fifteen dollars of the total are bullshit tacked on surcharges like the “Regional Sports Network Fee” (I watch no sports) and the “Verizon Property Tax Recovery Charge” (where Verizon just passes through the cost of paying taxes on their poles and wires to me, because…fuck you, that’s why).
At the same time, Verizon is begging me to sign up for a new contract at something like $170/month (not including taxes and bullshit fees), apparently under the impression that I would be giddily grateful to be shelling out $200.00/month for the added thrill of owning a Verizon branded DVR.
Goddammit, I’m getting tired of insanely profitable companies treating me like a walking piggybank. The only thing Verizon provides that actually costs them any real money ais the TV content. Internet and phone infrastructure has got to have been amortized years ago – it probably costs them almost nothing but electricity at this point. Basically I was a $135/month cash cow to them, but they need more because, well, I dunno, I guess share prices aren’t high enough to justify the CEO’s third Lear Jet.
The TL;DR is that I’m going to have to go and do the bi-annual song-and-dance, call up Verizon, tell them I’ve got an offer from Xfinity, and do they want me for a customer or not? I really wish I didn’t have to go through the Kabuki ritual every couple of years.
How does your daughter feel about a bra? I had to ask the nuns to tell my mother the same thing because if it were up to her, I’d be 10 forever. Get the bra. Do the other girls have bras? Bet they do.
Yeah that’s exactly it. Her male social studies teacher apparently thinks she comes to school in clothing that is too revealing which I find to be a completely ridiculous accusation. I went to Hebrew school as a child where the rules about dress were very strict and included things like no collarbones and elbows showing – rules that I usually follow for myself and my girls unless we’re at the beach. So he likes to send her to the female school nurse who calls me to voice his complaint. This was the third call of the year about this alleged issue. As she’s moving to another school next year, I’m just going to ignore the whole thing and have my daughter come to school in a bra just to shut her up.
But it’s still very annoying and not making my daughter feel any better about making that difficult transition through puberty.
The nurse is an idiot. Sent my daughter home for a five second cough at one point .So my daughter misses a whole day of school because she coughed for a few seconds about every ten minutes or so. She also once launched into a long speech about the importance of vaccinations to me, ignoring me when I tried to tell her I know quite a bit about this issue. She also sent my neighbor’s son home because he had poison ivy that had been treated by a doctor already and declared officially healed.
She’s an idiot but I have to deal with her alas.