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I have to ask, are the weddings then HUGE? If I had 16 bridesmaids there wouldn’t be any guests left (on my side. Wedding guest count near 300 - a total of 35 on my side, friends and family all in.)

Yes! I just posted how much I loved that series. Nellie Bly was my favourite, the adventure and illustrations were awesome!. And Marie Curie. I took chem. I am glad my kids have them all now to read. My mom and grandma bought me the entire series.

My mom and grandma bought me a series of books when I was little, children’s books on important historical people. Nellie Bly was one of them, and she was by far my favorite. I would read and re-read that story for ages, convinced I would be a famous journalist like her one day. She was incredible. Thanks for this

Camping is for young people. I made the mistake of camping in Waterford one year, the field in which we set up our tents was lovely - until the hordes of mosquitos came in and nearly killed us with all the biting. Spent the night in the tent drinking wine and playing card games. Give me a bed in surrounded by four

Congratulations and Happy Anniversary! You put your time in the trenches and you deserve a great job that makes you happy!!

Preach! Bubbles would have been welcome back in those days! I can speak fondly of my coping mechanisms, now that the terrible trauma of my time in customer service is long past. To be honest, I just really couldn’t take any of it seriously but still needed a job so used my over active imagination and innate ability to

Love it! When dealing with angry people I would use my soft “cult member” voice. The one that’s very monotone and non-threatening and devoid of all emotion and sounds like I have just taken 16 Valium and am about to go off with my Manson family. Customer service is fun!

I agree. You SHOULD see race. It’s a very identifying trait. People should be proud of their heritage and we should all celebrate the differences. You shouldn’t let racial stereotypes cloud your judgement, or make assumptions based on race, but to pretend that you *don’t see* that is lying to yourself and to those

Sligo beaches are sooo lovely!

*whispers* *I think they were being sarcastic...*

Also- you should really hit up Ireland one of these times. Such a beautiful country, and much hungover fun to be had! Roscommon isn’t the most glamourous of counties, but if you want to seek out ghostly history I suggest County Galway and especially the Gaeltacht. Filled with superstition. (Also the Oyster festival in

Your story makes me want to go back to Edinburgh and take the tour. The last time I went I had my then 2 -year -old son in tow, not the kind of tour he would have appreciated. Now that’s he’s 12 I think it would be awesome/scary. I’m hoping one day my daughter will want to go and dance there (Highland dancer, so

Thank you for sharing the magic of the Fae! I do believe it takes a special person to engage children in the magic of faeries, without coming across as condescending or “fake”.

I am pushing 40, I look good, I feel good. Do I act like a 21 year old? Nope because I have responsibilities a 21 year old doesn’t. And THAT is where you can fall into prime mid-life (embarrassing yourself) condition. If Thicke is 38 but FEELS 21 and thusly acts like a 21 year old, he is acting like an idiot hence

My husband is 39 and definitely going through a mid-life crisis. 37-45 is prime “crisis” territory, based on my small sample of friends and family.

Plus she actually went to a CHINESE designer for a tribute to China theme. Instead of doing the Katy Perry “Chinese” print Moschino nightmare thing.

No ragrets.

I wouldn’t like it if I was in a bar and some girl came up and kissed my husband. But given that others are saying this is a ‘marathon tradition’ (?) I guess I wouldn’t be mad. Context and all.

That was my original thought. Son“dares” dad to go and “kiss a random, good looking woman”. It sounds off. I gather from the comments that it is a tradition in the marathon, so I’d like to assume that the party being kissed is somehow letting the kisser know they are available for the kissing, and that it is

1996. Summer after high school. I am oooooolllldddd. So my memory could be muddled. I also partied a LOT back then.