Sorry I don’t have any, but it was pretty simple: satin, a bit of lace trim, no tulle, no bow on her butt. And he got to see her in all kind of fancy getups, where most grooms only see one.
For a while I was in a company where the list of questions had clearly originated in Sales. You could tell which reviewer knew the concept of “internal customer” and which not by how they’d filled the part on being “customer-oriented” for those of us who never had contact with external customers. My team would get reviews where that part was split between 5/5 and 0/5 (the moron who designed it hadn’t included a “N/A” option; people used 0 to mean N/A, which skewed the numbers down horribly).
One of my mother’s neighbors is a little old lady, very nice, very smiley, very quiet. When her husband died she used to lock the door with every bolt she had; for a while, she was afraid to go out. Small wonder, in a way: she grew up in a very large family, had a very large family of her own, had always gone with people everywhere except to the bathroom (and that not always, with so many kids), was suddenly alone most of the time for the first time in her life. Since all her children live in town and she’s not interested in traveling on vacation, she never leaves it, so neighbors started giving her their reserve keys: she was the one person in the building who had the highest probability of being easy to find (if she’s not home, drop by her children’s office just downstairs or call them if the office is closed). She says the first time she was surprised, the second time she found it funny and the fourth time she asked her kids for “one of those key boxes, and make it a large one”. And she also says, with a huge grin, that knowing people trusted her with their keys gave her the self-reliance to dare go outside on her own
Yes, and some can get General delivery or a PO Box.
Yes, I know about no pets in the shelters. This makes it very tough for even nice clean people to stay in the shelters. But can you imagine if they let everyones pets in?
It is certainly bad to be homeless even in the USA. But at least hunger and clean water are not such huge issues as elsewhere.
You have been there yourself (the closest I came was couchsurfing for a couple years after college), can you imagine how bad it would be without clean water and being hungry all the time?
I agree that pets would make the shelters even worse than they already are. I understand this logically, but the one and only time I slept in one, it was terrible and I chose to sleep in my car with my cat instead of being afraid that someone would rape me and steal my keys and take my car an possessions.
But…even back then…I knew that I was lucky. I had access to clean water. I worked at a minimun wage job that gave me one meal a working day (which I shared with my cat). I had access to a free library, and I was able to continue going to highschool.
I was able to make good decisons, so many homeless people are unable to do that. I’m not arguing with you. I think it was wonderful that you did that research. I’m just saying that many homeless people don’t have the ability to plan past their next meal.
Nava, your Mom’s neighbor sounds so sweet. My CNL, not so much. She’s the one who would be screaming at the kids to get off her lawn, if she had one. Landscaping out here is a couple of tons of gravel. I’m honestly worried about her. CNL knows my name, or at least she did on Sunday.
When the sheriff pointed at me and asked if she knew me, she looked confused and then said yes, she lives in that house and pointed around while looking like a horse waiting for the look on my face to tell her when to stop counting. (thats a trick that people teach their horses, they tell horse to count to 3, horse paws on the ground until horse sees the grin or nod that says stop pawing.)
So the fellow employees at my workplace haven’t been paid in the last few weeks. I’m the worst off, I think, at 10 weeks unpaid. The Manager has basically failed the company, and is being ousted from his job. In the meantime work has slowed to zero while we look around bewildered, waiting for the Board of Directors to fix things.
I am lucky enough to have some money saved up I can live on until this mess is sorted out, but others who live week to week are in dire straits, especially one guy who has a wedding coming up.
The worst part of this is this is the best job I could ever have hoped for, perfectly suited to my skills and experience. It sucks and I don’t know what to do, aside from update my showreel and start looking for another job.
Oh, she was there too? I was picturing some kind of “Don’t Tell the Bride” style fiasco, where he picked a hideous dress without her input.
(horribly trashy programme, and yes, sometimes they cry!)
My mini-rant - damn you Panache Superbra. You used to be my perfect bra that I recommended to everyone, comfortable, supportive, nice colours, cheap on ebay, etc, so how come my most recent one after fitting perfectly for a few wears, has gone awkward on me now? And the previous one was unwearable till I took a pair of pliers to them and removed a protuding side underwire that was stabbing me in the ribs
Now you’ve got me ranting about bra purchasing in general. I do not have $20+ per bra to spend, and have a horrible time finding anything that suits me in my actual price range. I’m not that picky or an oddball size (34B is pretty average, so far as I know). I want white, underwire, and NOT with 1/4+ of padding! Why is that so hard to find?
Oh no, sweet Jesus! An enormous part of the request was being able to play dress-up Pygmalion: he picked both dresses he liked and others that made him think “w.t.F?” and she’d showcase them all; some had them rolling in tears. Having her there was a requirement. Other than the bow-on-butt thing, their notions of what looks good on her really don’t differ that much.
I don’t know about there, but here you can order groceries online, and you can have them delivered the next day (depending on availability of delivery slots). It’s very convenient for those of us without our own transport to be able to get someone else to haul the heavy stuff to our doorstep. That said, I would never buy clothing online. I definitely need to try things on first. And I do most of my clothes shopping in the charity shops anyway, so I couldn’t buy them online even if I wanted to.
Gilligan & O’Malley brand at Target. They have “lightly lined” smooth-cup ones that come in under that amount of padding but with a bit of something to smooth you out under clothing. They’re usually $12-16 each but sales can knock that down. I’m your size, and with your preferences but in beige. I think they have similar Maidenform bras there as well.
I’ll look. Another irritant for me is the ones that even with thin padding manage to look like there’s a breast in them while they’re hanging on the display. I doubt my husband would want to fondle if he couldn’t feel actual flesh through the cup.
The ones I prefer have a bit of “pop” in terms of holding a shape, but you can find thinner ones. From what I’ve seen, the racks on the outside of the department have more brightly-colored ones, but go into the inner, long racks and you’ll find the more bland-colored selection.
I have the opposite problem…I’m a 40F or 40FF (depending on the cup design), and I have trouble finding affordable bras in colors other than white, black, or beige. A local specialty boutique carries a brand that fits perfectly, comes in all sorts of colors and prints, and even has matching panties. The prices, as you would expect, are steep. I did let Mom talk me into picking a few out last weekend; she’s going to give them to me for Christmas. I feel really bad about that though.
I prefer to get beige because it “disappears” best on me under sheer clothing. I’d like to issue a hearty “fuck you” to the underwear makers who don’t make single-color dual-packs/multi-packs. I can pay ~$15 for one beige bra, or $20 for one beige and one hot pink or leopard print or whatever. Argh.
Very small, very rural town with one family owned grocery store that never even thought about an online presence until I mentioned they should start a Facebook page last week. I work there so I know that, as with most good suggestions, it’ll never happen. So I would say online ordering is never going to happen. They will do deliveries during the week though if you call on the phone.
I absolutely despise this time of year. Our reviews have an added level of stupidity in that we have to answer a bunch of stupid questions (basically a self-review) as well as get it from our supervisor. Also, as with you, it doesn’t amount to anything. It will get passed around here for a couple of days and then stuck in a dusty old file in HR, never to be seen again. At least when I worked in the factory you knew that at the end of the review you’d know if you were going to get a raise and how much. Sorry, it’s one of my biggest peeves about this place.
This may qualify as slightly more than a “mini” rant, but I want to pit the assholes who ripped off a bird’s head at the Flamingo Hotel: UC law students held in bird beheading
You know what all independent films have in common, no matter the genre? Unless there’s some compelling (and, usually, humiliating) reason for a character to be fat, a fat actor isn’t going to get to play that character. Period.
I’m not talking about a character that really shouldn’t be fat, like a bodybuilder or a basketball player or a concentration camp prisoner. I’m not even talking about a role in a commercial, where it’s at least understandable that the people be beautiful people (although that sucks, too). I’m talking about a role like a hospital orderly or a secretary or a teacher – a role where the actor’s body type is utterly irrelevant to the part. I’d like to at least get called in so I can show you what I can do, okay? Please?
Fucking narrow-minded casting directors who can’t see past their own preconceived notions of what a character should look like. sigh Okay, enough self-pity - time to go write my own damned parts.
I’m afraid to go home. I keep making excuses for why I can’t: I might be sick unknowingly, I’m too busy with school, it’s easier for them when I’m not there because I add more stress to the situation. All logical reasons to not go home and see my family right now.
My dad was diagnosed with bone cancer four months ago. We were told he would be lucky to make it to Christmas. 75% of his bone marrow is cancer. His bones are so weak now that he could break them just walking. He’s broken three vertebrae and had to have back surgery to cement them.
Anyways, my dad and I are closer to each other than to anybody else in the family so I know I should go home. I know I should suck it up and go see him losing all his hair and wasting away. He’s a really strong guy. The last time I saw him, almost a month ago, he had lost a lot of weight. From a XXXL to an XL. The muscles in his arms are now all flabby. He’s very weak. He has about a 100 blood clots in his legs which stopped him from chemo for awhile.
It’s just, FUCK CANCER. FUCK YOU MULTIPLE MYELOMA. Fuck you for popping up out of no where and ruining his life. Fuck you for taking away his dignity and making him feel worthless because he can’t go to work anymore. Fuck you for adding tension in my parents’ marriage. Fuck you for making him unable to walk.
Fuck you for making me so very afraid. So very afraid to lose him.
Fuck you for making me have to put on a brave face when I go home, when I go to class, when I walk out the fucking door. For having to pretend I’m stronger than what I am.
Fuck you for making me afraid to answer or not answer the phone. I pray to God, to anyone ,it’s not that call.
I don’t want to waste time. I want to spend as much time as I can with him. But to do that is like admitting he’s going to die. And I can’t. I have never had a more stressful nerve-wracking time than when I spent the last summer at home taking care of him. I miss him so much and I feel so guilty being in college when I should be home spending the time I can with him. I know my family doesn’t want me to take a semester off and I’m doing better than I usually do because I try not to think about his possible probable? death by absorbing myself in my classes. But every day I just want to run home.
