Things that are pissing you off. - Page 1032

Yeah I didn't mean to come across as taunting or not understanding rdawson - just that the whole story sounded familiar... We have another wedding pitfall that's irritating me right now: We have a pretty good friend who is an event planner. We have seen her work and it is really, really classy, elegant, and beautiful. We are fans. However, she's fairly high-end and we expect therefore pretty expensive. We are on a shoestring budget. We were planning to do all the planning ourselves. In the original cut, I was going to cater the event myself (obviously hiring some help but directing all the various machinations, renting the equipment myself, etc). So we've sort of known we'd have to have a convo with her at some point to explain where we stand, and why we weren't going to ask for her help. In the course of all this, we did have a discussion with some other very close friends who had used her for a few events. We were asking them, just for background, what her costs were like. We thought we were pretty clear that this was a private conversation. Anyways, the other day I get an e-mail from her saying "Hey I was talking to R and D and they said you wanted to talk to me about your wedding - let's set up a meeting time to get started!"

Thank you globe! I think it's coming around.

Thank you for asking Edina! It's better than it was yesterday, which is a big step in the right direction. I'm not ready to push off, so right now my running is a bit slow but by the weekend I should be ready to roll.

@douglas

indeed

why cant people keep their fat mouths shut when it clearly will affect other people?

good luck with the wedding, congrats.

I feel like I should post an x-ray or something. Does anyone have a home x-ray kit or something? Doesn't the iphone have an app for that?

ooh, I feel your pain Douglas. That's some seriously unneeded hassle. Good luck with the wedding plans.

And finally, something new to bitch about. There wasn't much in the fridge to take to work, so I took a piece of Easter empanada. Mrs. T looked askance at me and warned me that she wouldn't do that - which comes to the point here: why, o why, do people try intervene to save me from my own stupidity? In the process they tell me things I already know (yes I know this is a week-and-a-half old!) and then impart their own value judgements onto my life. Now, in a few hours I may well be experiencing an Spanish version of JustinW's hindu squats from yesterday - and I will certainly apprise you accordingly if such comes to pass - but at least allow that I've thought things through before proceeding in my normal rash manner.

meh. a week and a half ain't nothin. Other thing that's pissing me off, though I know it's pissing my soon-to-be-wife off more: My s-t-b-w is amazing at cleaning tasks. She could roll through Osama Bin Laden's ransacked, shot-up, bombed-out former compound and have that place ready for a dinner party in 45 minutes, tops. It's like one of those cartoons where the character turns into a tornado, spinning through the house, and in 5 seconds, everything is spick and span. The problem is that she goes virtually unconscious during the process. Everything finds a home and is put away out of sight, but ask her tomorrow - hell, ask her 5 minutes later - where any of it is and you'll get a shrug and an "I don't know, why didn't you put it away where it belonged in the first place? We wouldn't have these conversations if you picked up your own shit and kept it where it ought to be." Well, anyways, the cleaning ladies were due in last Friday, and we had been out Thursday night, so early Friday am she went on one of her patented tornado tears. In 5 minutes, the entire downstairs was straightened up and put away - ready for the dusting, vacuuming, scrubbing, etc that the maids do. Unfortunately, several very important items were on the dining room table: My passport, her passport, and her SS card. Now they are all gone. We spent 3 hours tearing the house to shreds last night in search of them. The timing is especially bad because she started a new job on Monday and she needs those items for her payroll paperwork. I am irritated because my passport was baller - it had extra pages and visas from all over the damned place and about a million stamps. I fear she may have thrown it in the trash inadvertently. Another possibility, though I highly doubt it is the case, is that she left them out visible and the cleaning people jacked them. (But they've been with us for years and she's left jewelry in plain sight that didn't get boosted, so I think that's an extremely remote possibility). Or we just simply haven't found them yet - but man we hunted and hunted last night. So anyways, cool story bro amirite?

^ T, I think you need some vacation time yourself. ++++ well I just got the quotation from one of the architects we've talked to for our future house. and he is my favorite and I'm more than willing to get his services even if he commands such a premium. thing is, his price quote to me is 40% higher than what I expected.

douglas that suks, but made me laugh so hard only because i have that same convo with my wife at least one a week. like this

me - where is.. insert name of super important item here (in my mind its important anyway)

her - idk

me - well you just cleaned up right where did you put it?

her - i cant rememeber where i put away every stupid thing you leave out in this house you know. why dont you clean up. or put your stuff away in the first place.

me - but, but , but... i need it

her - ok so look around for it, i have to .....

me - ok i love you

Late nights at the hotel bar, 7a meeting and inability to sleep well in hotel beds.

Don't know where to start, too much to list right now!!!!!!!!!!!

That I need 2 posts to PM. Solving that problem now.

Some dick head took a photo of me pissing in a bush and sent it to my college and I'm in shit for public indecency or something now. What kind of person actually takes a photo of someone pissing and gives enough of a shit about it to report it.