I’ve never gotten an email notification from YouTube. I do get push notification on my phone about a few subscriptions (not all).
I get a lot of those, too, and would love to get rid of them, as well.
For push notifications, on my iPhone I go Settings- YouTube- Notifications- then allow or disallow notifications.
Other phones should be very similar.
ETA: another way is Settings- Notifications- YouTube- allow/disallow. Same result, different route.
Awesome! Thanks.
Ex texted me on Sunday, while he was at a huge block party. Makes some small talk, and then proceeds to talk about how we never went to a particular restaurant that we’d always joked about trying together. After a little bit of banter, he says that we should go to it this week, and it is decided on Wednesday and that he put it in his iPhone calendar, but no time was ever set. The next text is “I’m so fucking drunk.”
We continued texting for the next hour or so, and he seemed lucid, if not having a great time. I was at a party watching the games, and he was bar-hopping and sending me pictures. I responded to a text and never heard back.
Fast-forward to today. Almost time to leave the office, and I haven’t heard from him since. So, I’m now getting close to leaving the office and left with three possibilities.
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He drunk-texted me, and since he returned to a more a lucid state, doesn’t want to follow up on the plans. (This is likely because he was really fickle and always moved the goalposts while we dated. Also, he got really mad at me the last time we talked, and before Sunday, I hadn’t heard from him in over a month.)
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He’s waiting until it is almost time for dinner to solidify things. (This is likely because he gets off work before I do, and might not have time to text or call.)
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He’s waiting on me to initiate / follow-up. (Likely because of the aforementioned fickleness and always claimed I never made an effort, when it was really my inability to read his mind, such as when he would state that he hated going out the night before he had to work on Saturday mornings, and then would get mad when I didn’t suggest we go out and grab a drink on Friday night, or when he claimed he didn’t like PDA and was shy, but then would get mad that I never sent flowers to his office.)
Keep in mind, I have no intention / desire of getting back with him. I’m just tired of these mind-games, because I really do try to be friends with my exes, and I feel like now, whatever option I choose / believe, it will blow up in my face.
I had a recruiter that asked me my marital status and while I know that this is not a legal question I decided to answer him in case it somehow improved my chances of getting interviews set up. (not married and there fore needed a job?) He told me that I was “A lot of girl going to waste.” I couldn’t decide what about this irritated me the most that he called me a girl, that he thought I was a lot of anything or that not being married was a waste. I told him I didn’t think he would be able to help me and left.
What the shit?
I thought my current employer asking if I had kids in the interview was bad…
Our refrigerator died this morning. It’s our own fault, we knew it was on its last legs for months now, and didn’t do anything about it. So we went to get a new one, and they can’t get it here till Tuesday. 
And we had a lot of food in the freezer. I bought three bags of ice and put two of them in the freezer with the frozen food, and filled the vegetable crispers with the third bag, and put milk and sodas and water down there to keep them cold.
Sure glad this didn’t happen in mid-summer, though it is supposed to be in the 90s this weekend.
Ancestry.com is all fun and games until you’re trying to locate a relative born in the early 1800s named “James.”
102 fucking degrees in my area today. More of the same tomorrow.
I had planted tomato seedlings a few weeks ago, and they have been thriving. (I’m in Zone 9 or maybe 10, so no frost or snow to worry about, so September tomato planting is perfectly appropriate.)
Today the poor plants are sad and wilting from the last few days of insane heat. More of the same expected tomorrow. Hopefully they will survive but it’s not looking good. Stupid heat wave, fucking everything up.
So, this is the first time with house guests since buying the house. It’s the sister-in-law and her husband. I don’t always get along well with them, but I get to be at work four days while they’re here, so I can definitely do my best to be a good host. So there’s tonight. The three of them were out and about. No problem. I get home and they’re not home. No problem; I can get some of the needed chores done and I don’t really want to call and bother them. 90 minutes later with no info, they finally get home. Okay, that’s still fine. I’ve had a couple things to eat, but not really a dinner, so I’m happy to do whatever. I can cook, we can go out, we can order in, whatever they’d (all three of them) like.
No decisions are made. If I knew an approximate time, I could have had something ready. If they could decide on something, I’d be happy to do that. Instead, there’s two unhappy house guests, an unhappy fiancee, and befuddled me in the middle. I’m not taking anyone’s side tonight if I can help it.
So now I’m going to be making baked chicken breasts, roasted potatoes, and some vegetables tomorrow. If nobody wants it, I’ve got lunch for a few days. The three of them can argue about what they want to do tomorrow and for dinner tomorrow night.
I have a house guest coming next week who is leaving ALL the decision making up to me. “oh I’m happy to do whatever” sigh “Whatever” takes planning and organization FFS!
Plus I will miss book club. hmpf
Two years ago, Hernia and back issues.
Last year, major upper back issues.
Right now, Sciatic nerve.
It’s flooding here. Which means I will have to get up 15 minutes early to get the youngest up for his bus ride. The bridge and road to town will be closed so the route will be changed.
It also means if I want something from the store I will have to drive 20 miles round to get 3 miles. At which point I might as well drive another 10 miles and hit stores that carry non-expired items or don’t cost twice as much. Or wait until Mistermage gets off of work and hope he picks up what I am craving.
The last time we had a big flood (2008) it washed the highway out and it was broken for 4 months. The flood crest predicted for this one is about 2 feet lower so maybe it won’t be as bad.
Chiming in with the houseguest complaints:
A mutual friend of my roommates and I just called an hour ago to say he and his wife were on the way back from dealing with drama across the state and did we want to hang out? Seasonal (one of my roommates) was the one who talked to them and she’s not sure if by “hang out” they mean actually hang out or they want to crash on our couch overnight before heading off to the next leg of their journey. Either way, we’re all a little annoyed. I just got off work, Irish (my other roommate) is about to get off work, and Seasonal has to go to work at 11 tonight. We are tired, we are busy, and I for one do not plan to change out of my pajamas tonight for anything other than the Second Coming of Jesus and maybe not even that. I also lack any energy to deal with Friend tonight since I was up late last night getting sloshed while watching the debate.
Fuckin’ flakes thinking that one hour’s notice is sufficient to throw us into chaos. I may not even come downstairs tonight.
Okay, I’ve figured it out. What I have are two 4-year-olds cunningly disguised in the bodies of 32-year-olds. It explains so much: The abrupt mood swings, the picky eating behavior, the ridiculous demands. But none of the good parts of dealing with a 4-year-old.
Came home tonight and everyone is asleep (except, ironically, the cats). I’m still making the dinner I planned. They can eat it or figure out something else whenever they can be bothered to wake up.
And, in what HAS to be a world’s record, I get dumped before officially dating her.
Going to book club with your host counts as “whatever,” btw.
Unless that’s the kind of thing that inspires people to disband their book club and start a "no kbears book club.
Allow me to introduce you to the Fonda del Sopapo methodology:
here’s the keys,
there’s your bed,
there’s the kitchen,
there’s the door.
Enjoy yourself.
If they complain that you’re not catering to them, they get a Bitchslap of Doom, a sopapo.
Here’s something I heard yesterday, something I had hoped I had completely forgotten. In some news story, a witness said, “My mother and I’s friend”. That’s right–“My mother and I’s”. Good grief.