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Post by canexplain on Jun 26, 2013 15:29:48 GMT -5
Lolz, sure we have been busy but yea, the bride thing apparently is old news. I've been married twice. I expected nothing but then in general I expect nothing from anyone ... cr****
What's mine is yours , what's you's, you decide, just saying .....
Post by NothingButFlowers on Jun 26, 2013 15:46:51 GMT -5
I'm getting married in September, and I'm planning on doing it as casually and cheaply as humanly possible. I had to pay $30 the other day for the envelopes to send out invitations, and I was kind of outraged.
I'm getting married in September, and I'm planning on doing it as casually and cheaply as humanly possible. I had to pay $30 the other day for the envelopes to send out invitations, and I was kind of outraged.
I'm getting married in September, and I'm planning on doing it as casually and cheaply as humanly possible. I had to pay $30 the other day for the envelopes to send out invitations, and I was kind of outraged.
Have you learned nothing from Seinfeld?
Crap, probably should have shelled out for peel-and-stick.
Realized last night that I cannot use my new hoop. Google hula hopping & back issues & you quickly find that hooping & herniated discs do not mix. So, so sad right now.
I took a half day off from work Wednesday and Thursday. Came in at 6:30, left at 11:30 instead of 5. I made the vacation time request on Monday, was approved, and somehow seemingly forgotten by Wednesday until I just vanished as scheduled.
I'm guessing my Thursday morning assignment picking boxes of flooring tiles was retaliation for taking off Wednesday. Hello bottle of Advil, we meet again...
I took a half day off from work Wednesday and Thursday. Came in at 6:30, left at 11:30 instead of 5. I made the vacation time request on Monday, was approved, and somehow seemingly forgotten by Wednesday until I just vanished as scheduled.
I'm guessing my Thursday morning assignment picking boxes of flooring tiles was retaliation for taking off Wednesday. Hello bottle of Advil, we meet again...
I always double check with my boss before I leave for schedule changes/vacations. He writes everything down on a calendar and it is in my Outlook, but it pays to be safe with such things.
I took a half day off from work Wednesday and Thursday. Came in at 6:30, left at 11:30 instead of 5. I made the vacation time request on Monday, was approved, and somehow seemingly forgotten by Wednesday until I just vanished as scheduled.
I'm guessing my Thursday morning assignment picking boxes of flooring tiles was retaliation for taking off Wednesday. Hello bottle of Advil, we meet again...
I always double check with my boss before I leave for schedule changes/vacations. He writes everything down on a calendar and it is in my Outlook, but it pays to be safe with such things.
Yep. I also follow up with everyone about a week beforehand to be sure everything isn't thrown at me as I'm trying to leave.
I'm looking forward to MOEMS, and at this rate it so better be worth it. Because the people closest to me are wanting to stomp my head face first into the mud because of it.
The girlfriend isn't too happy I'm going. My mother has several times in the last week ridiculed me for going, saying I "need to grow up", "stop spending money so foolishly", and stop trying to "chase after people who treat (me) like shit." And this was after she found out about me seeing Jim James last weekend, which the anger and hostility only amplified upon learning about MOEMS. My father is pledging to make it financially impossible for me to go to any festival - or do anything besides work 60 hour weeks - because I am stupid enough in his mind to take trips. He doesn't know about MOEMS yet, so shit hasn't quite hit the fan but probably will soon.
I think I should just request a transfer at my work to North Carolina, at this rate it'll be the closest I can be to home for the sake of my own sanity.
I'm looking forward to MOEMS, and at this rate it so better be worth it. Because the people closest to me are wanting to stomp my head face first into the mud because of it.
The girlfriend isn't too happy I'm going. My mother has several times in the last week ridiculed me for going, saying I "need to grow up", "stop spending money so foolishly", and stop trying to "chase after people who treat (me) like shiz." And this was after she found out about me seeing Jim James last weekend, which the anger and hostility only amplified upon learning about MOEMS. My father is pledging to make it financially impossible for me to go to any festival - or do anything besides work 60 hour weeks - because I am stupid enough in his mind to take trips. He doesn't know about MOEMS yet, so shiz hasn't quite hit the fan but probably will soon.
I think I should just request a transfer at my work to North Carolina, at this rate it'll be the closest I can be to home for the sake of my own sanity.
Damn, LD. I am sorry you are having to go through this. Come on down here; we'll be your family.
So yeah, I spent a LOT of money the last two years going all over the place to festivals, concerts, Occupy shit, etc... I basically went broke right after Forecastle last year. And everyone got around me got really concerned with what I was doing - which is understandable.
But now I been trying to get better and right the ship. That doesn't mean I'm going to quit doing everything I like, work 60 hours a week, and save and save some more. I want to enjoy my life too ya know. I know I can't take six trips a year to festivals anymore, or take a week off from work and go to DC for some raging against the machine. But I'd like to still do smaller stuff, and one big trip. I can still save up for that, and go back to school, and work on getting a house with Heather. I'm still doing it, and working to squeeze MOEMS in too. (Hell, MOEMS is half the cost of a Roo to me.)
I would like to think I've learned from my past mistakes. Unfortunately, anything positive I do - someone else gets the credit for it ... and that's if it ever gets acknowledged. And if something goes wrong, all that is my fault. I don't win.
My new toilet seat just makes me really angry. Needed to get that off my chest.
How so? I may regret asking this, but it piqued my curiosity.
It's just not the right shape for the toilet. The toilet itself is an oval shape, and whoever got this seat got the smallest circle one they could find. I just feel so...constricted every time its a #2 situation. Used to be the highlights of my day, and now it's what I imagine hell to be like