No I don’t give to organizations that are “begging” for money outside the grocer. I would be happy to purchase a service or good to help out. Why is this practice okay with everyone. At the very least, wash my car or babysit at the town meeting for the $10 you want. Jeesh, wonder why so many kids feel entitled.
FOLLOWUP: Doctor’s office sent a text to confirm my appointment. Apparently “Doshi” reminds the software of “Fishing.” But, the mystery is solved, I will be at the appointment, and everything’s right with the world.
At least give it some effort, ok? If you are going to send me spam about an account I don’t have at Wells Fargo, at least you could come up with a better email address to send it from than “garbagebagchina@xxxxx.com”
I don’t know why I keep getting emails to join the honor society. I graduated over 20 years ago.
I said can you get me some printer paper not toilet paper.
The printer is out of paper.
When I politely respond to you that its 5:30 in the morning and I’ll get back to you, that’s not an invitation to text me again with what it is you want me to do for you (you only reach to me when you want something). My fault for responding in the first place, but you woke me up.
Just when I thought I had seen everything on CC, I came across the urinating in the shower thread.
Rest in Peace, Officer William Mathews. You will be remembered as a great husband, father, son, brother, officer, and friend.
This could be a slippery slope , but we ALL care about your well being now and always will.
your birthday is two weeks away and your mother should have been here to celebrate. You won’y be forgotten on your day and it won’t be just a birthday card
Yes, there is a thread for that, but some discussion there is appropriate. We’ve tried - and mostly succeeded - in keeping it elsewhere. For many posters there, it’s dispositive of where their kids are applying, so I think it’s appropriate. The antagonism about this is starting to seem odd to me.
Hi Keto rash again…it itches so bad!
Oh happy day
Time to recalibrate our relationship. I’m your mom and I love you, but I’m not your unpaid personal assistant.
Oh, my gosh, what has happened to the architecture profession?? The documents I am looking at can’t even be called “drawings.” They’re horrendous. How are buildings being constructed these days? Guesswork? Ack.
Whole Foods your deli is really tasteless food. I know you flavor to the masses but just yuck.
Okay now I get it. You want mindless soldiers that do your bidding and make you look like the greatest strategist ever. You want no help from anyone because you really CAN do it alone and no one else knows how but you anyway. There can never be ANY dissension in the ranks because you are the dicatator and all knowing king of your kingdom. Well at least the players have bonded in their struggle to deal with you and your unreasonable expectations. I would be so sad if it were my DC’s senior year. Not sure my DC will play beyond this one either though.
I’m so tired of reading about how “useless” guidance counselors are from kids who don’t seem to have any idea of where they want to go to college.
Your guidance counselor is not your fairy godmother. It’s not her job to determine exactly what you want and make it magically appear. Her words are far more likely to be “What schools are you looking at?” than “Bibidy bobbidy boo.”
How about if you show up in her office Monday morning with a well balanced list of schools that have your major, that you’re likely to be able to get into, that your family can afford, that suit your desires for size and location and general feel? THEN ask for input from your guidance counselor.
You’ll be amazed just how good your guidance counselor may be when you’re not expecting her to read your mind.
I am sad. You should just leave me alone.
OK ladies, shouting and shoving each other over breakfast pastries made everyone else in the store uncomfortable. I know they were on sale, but seriously, Pop Tart rage?!?
Binge eating disorder is real and so frustrating. Stopped from completing bingeing but still ate too much. Miles to go…