rorytriskaideka
Rory Triskaideka
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Interestingly, so much verbal positivity thrown at me from my partner just aggravates me. "I'm so proud of you!" is exactly the wrong thing to say after I achieve something. "Congratulations!" is fine. And I don't need to be congratulated multiple times. I also don't need to be thanked for doing things like washing

This started out as the worst story, and ended up as the BEST STORY. So worth.

I think that part of the problem is some people who teach PE have absolutely no interest in the subject but are just filling the role because no other teachers could be found. I'm incredibly lucky, because my PE instructors were pretty cool. (I've heard so many horror stories.) The only incident I ever encountered was

Well if the berries go above the meat layer, all should be well. But who places fruit first and then the meat? The proper order goes: bottom bun, most viscous condiment, lettuce or other greens, meat, cheese (if applicable), fruity thing (if applicable), least viscous condiment, top bun.

Who the eff puts some liquidy

That one bothered me as well. First I thought "Oh I misread that, perhaps she was *un*wrapping presents and died happy." Nope, wrapping presents. That means she knew people she cared about enough to get something for them. And no one wondered why she didn't show up at the Christmas party, why she didn't return their

I don't like it when I'm told that I'm pretty, usually. If I express some sort of self-consciousness, then reassurement from someone else is fine. But when I'm in the middle of something, or expressing a thought, or even just zoning out while watching TV or waiting for the bus, I really, really, really dislike being

As other commenters have said, it's not okay to ask anyone what they're reading. I get curious, as well. So I'm that weirdo on the bus who leans down really low to get a look at the cover of someone's book. I love reading, and I'm not about to interrupt a reader who is completely enthralled with their book. I've been

My sister also married an ass like that. He never cooked, never cleaned, couldn't be bothered to fold his own laundry, and considered locking his starving screaming 18-month old son in a bedroom by himself to be proper childcare. They both worked and still work full-time. She also somewhat recently left that asshole.

Ohgawd. *gags* You really do live a charmed life.

Grosssssssssssssssss. ;_;

My great grandmother was half Cherokee, and I have nothing from her, not even photographs, which is part of why your story touched me so. I've spent the past decade of my life seeking out lost relatives in hopes that someone has a photo of her.

I'm glad that other heirlooms of your great grandfather's survived. It's

Don't mind me necroing an old thread, but I just had to respond and say that you make a VERY good point about anonymity. Indeed, children's anonymity and autonomy should be preserved, as there are a lot of weirdos in this world. Plus, when they hit their teenage years, their friends may find the photos and tease them,

LOL! Most guys don't stand on beds, in my personal experience.
Of course, there are plenty of other, better reasons to make the switch. ;)

So, were you able to get that handprint off your ceiling?

Wat.

"My songs?"
XD

As a woman who was a member of OKC for a good two years, I'm inclined to agree with you. I actually had a rather lengthy profile and the first line of my profile was "I don't care about your penis, your money, or your car. Move along." I literally received 40 emails a day. My inbox was full at 200 and then I wasn't

Uggggghhhhhhh. *beats head against wall*

Oh, they do complain about it.

The issue is that the courts want to make sure the child gets cared for and has a parent present most of the time. In traditional homes, the women stay home to care for the children. When the children are old enough to go school, the women may re-enter the workforce and find it harder to catch up to their husbands.

OMG these are adorable!