Kindahouse
KindaHouse
Kindahouse

I wrote of this before, but my husband and I agreed that he would do the thank your for our wedding for his friend/family, and I would do mine, plus the ones who were “both” our friends. Because I didn’t have many friends/family, mine ended up about t the same as him.

I mean, I understand that choice. I choose to have conversations with my partner (I had him read that whole thread not too long ago, too), and I think it’s really sunk in for him. And it feels amazing to have a partner who actually gets it. My point is more that the sweeping question of “should we just give up on this

Good for you. In the office my male colleague comes to me with his problems, his free time that he wants filled with chats, when he needs to feel important and tries to talk down to me. I never allow it and will only interact with him on a professional level. When my manager comments on this, it’s always something

Try the junk drawer in the kitchen ;)

I have a sneaking suspicion that post-marriage, my guy won’t lift a finger to do Thank You cards either. The good news is, he flat out doesn’t care if other people think it’s rude. But that’s kind of a double-edged sword in itself, because it means I’m running around doing the emotional work of making sure we’re still

This will be the last year I prepare Mr. Chocobo’s Christmas cards for him. For some time now, the routine has been for me to write out the cards (for both families) with my name and a blank spot for Mr. C’s name and then make up all the envelopes with appropriate addresses and postage. Then I put them all in a neat

Please elaborate on how a non-fluent, not trained in crisis management, teenaged American would helpful in Paris right now?

OMG! A girl wore a bikini on a boat! I am shocked! Simply shocked!

AMEN TO ALL OF THAT! I get very pissy reading these comments from people who are clearly not in the trenches and do not understand that the world now is not the world they grew up in. You can’t just sit around with your friends smoking and gossiping on the porch while your kids run around outside because some nosey

Can we stop with the whole “ur doin it to urself” thing please? Sure, there are probably upwards of several hundred couples in Manhattan who are both employed, with young children, who have attempted to craft a Halloween costume out of mason jars and pallets, but that really isn’t life for most of us (admittedly

I can count on one hand the number of birthday parties I had during my entire childhood, birth to 18. Every kid I know seems to have a party every year. I can’t tell if I’m the weird one or not.

A. Crappy child/disabled/elder care

People shouting “FAKE” about stories isn’t an example of Pinkham’s Law, but I hate it just as much as if it was one. People who plan to leave these comments: just don’t bother commenting. No one cares. Absolutely no one cares.

Monogrammed Thermos™ does both!

Avocado ice cream sounds delicious.

Shout out to the amazing nurses I’ve worked with over the years. One major point (and reason why I support unionizing hospital nursing staff) — nurses lift. Heavy. Patients. The amount of injuries that nurses have been subject to over the years due to hospitals not paying for lifting equipment (or enough lifting

Think an awful lot of Soundclouders can relate to this. Been on SoundCloud since 2008 and a few weeks ago received my first Soundcloud/Sony “strike” - for an entry to an official Sony remix competition on Soundcloud. Sony actively sought out remix submissions for the track (“Average Fruit” by Quadron) and now those of

We’re kinda back at the beginning where we downloaded MP3s from the web, then the crackdown began, and we migrated to P2P services. Stuff like Soundcloud came along and we used it, but now there’s another crackdown and we’ll migrate back to P2P. Will the recording industry ever learn?

Soundcloud pulled a song of mine (original) because it shared a name with a Sean Lennon song. No one listened to the song obviously because it was a totally different song. Song names are not copyrightable. It was called fucking “Headlights.” I even did their official appeal process but no one has looked at it and the

I’m imaging crutches dude has been stringing every other guy along but in his heart he really loves the middle dude in underwear and the guy in the tie just figured it out and is about to tell everyone else about them.