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Slartibartfast

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Re: Stop helping me! (Share your stories)
« Reply #360 on: March 29, 2014, 10:10:33 PM »
Yeah, we quickly had to come to an agreement about my stale peeps. He gets his and eats them soft. I poke a hole in mine and a few weeks later I get a crunchy treat.  Throwing away the peeps with holes in the package is not an option.   ;D

My grandmother buys them in the post-Easter sales, pokes holes in the boxes, and saves them for the NEXT Easter.

I don't like mine quite that stale  :P

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« Reply #361 on: March 29, 2014, 10:25:12 PM »
I'm going to tell on myself.  When I was single, I paid a friend of mine to clean my apartment for me.  She was great and the arrangement worked out well.  One day, I was home when she came over to clean.  I thought I'd help her out by cleaning the bathroom.  I sprayed everything in the bathroom (including the tiled walls) with the little scrubbing bubbles stuff and tried to wipe it down.  But I needed to rinse it.  So I took the shower massager and turned it on high (the water pressure was incredible in that apartment) and tried to quickly rinse the walls and everything.

My friend comes to the bathroom to see me and everything else drenched in water with the water coming out of the bathroom.  I promised not to help her anymore.


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« Reply #362 on: March 30, 2014, 03:48:42 AM »
Yeah, we quickly had to come to an agreement about my stale peeps. He gets his and eats them soft. I poke a hole in mine and a few weeks later I get a crunchy treat.  Throwing away the peeps with holes in the package is not an option.   ;D

I had to Google "peeps" -- unknown to a Brit, in this context (I learn that they are marshmallow candies made in the shape of various creatures).  First thing that had come to my mind, was the cutesy abbreviation for "people" ("Hi, peeps, how are you doing?" etc.).  Heaven help me, notions of cannibalism were floating into my mind...

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« Reply #363 on: March 30, 2014, 11:12:35 AM »
Yeah, we quickly had to come to an agreement about my stale peeps. He gets his and eats them soft. I poke a hole in mine and a few weeks later I get a crunchy treat.  Throwing away the peeps with holes in the package is not an option.   ;D

I had to Google "peeps" -- unknown to a Brit, in this context (I learn that they are marshmallow candies made in the shape of various creatures).  First thing that had come to my mind, was the cutesy abbreviation for "people" ("Hi, peeps, how are you doing?" etc.).  Heaven help me, notions of cannibalism were floating into my mind...

My post take on an entirely new meaning now.  I like this.

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« Reply #364 on: March 31, 2014, 10:30:26 AM »
Ex-mil used to try to help me in the kitchen by doing dishes. Fine as far as washing up, but she kept putting things on the top shelf....I am 5 feet tall. Not going to work. I convinced her to just leave things to dry and let me put them away, finally.

Just in time for me to ban her from ever stepping foot in my kitchen again...because she tried to put my antique cast iron frying pan in the dishwasher. Said frying pan was given to me because it belonged to my maternal grandmother, who I was very close to before she passed. MIL's excuse was "it's all black and grungy!", then, " Well I just don't know how to use cast iron." (that was a deliberate lie)

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« Reply #365 on: March 31, 2014, 07:10:04 PM »
In my family we all help wash up after dinner - in shifts. We always leave the dishes, glasses and all stacked neatly on a table for the host to put way were they want.
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« Reply #366 on: March 31, 2014, 08:29:34 PM »
Today I moved the kitchen trash can into the adjoining office so that I could do some spring cleaning out with one of the closets there.  I heard the scraping of something moving across the floor and turned around to see Littlest Pirate had moved it back to where it was.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars.  You have a right to be here. Be cheerful, strive to be happy. -Desiderata

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« Reply #367 on: April 01, 2014, 04:54:48 AM »
This is admittedly a very small thing, but my mother often gives me advice about my current appearance when I'm going out. Most common ones are whether or not I'm wearing makeup, the state of my hair, etc.

This would be fine, if not for the fact that 99% of the time, her chosen moment to give me this advice is as I announce I'm leaving. No matter how many times she's seen me as I was getting ready. And then of course I get frustrated because I'm either going to have her annoyed at me when I get back or I'm now going to be late, so I can't win.
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Piratelvr1121

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« Reply #368 on: April 01, 2014, 06:04:26 AM »
That reminds me, my mother took me to a Clinique counter when I was a preteen and was interested in makeup but didn't know how to put it on.  They sold us a bunch of skin care products, but also the woman showed me how to apply it but I really did NOT like the look.  Seriously, anytime I've ever had a Clinique makeover I walk away from the counter wearing a lot more makeup than I usually do and feeling like I ought to be picking out a corner to stand on, if you catch my drift.

I had wanted to get some idea for how to get a simple look, so that it would seem like I was barely wearing anything.  Some days all I wear for makeup is foundation, blush and tinted gloss and some shadow.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars.  You have a right to be here. Be cheerful, strive to be happy. -Desiderata

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« Reply #369 on: April 01, 2014, 11:07:20 AM »
Today I moved the kitchen trash can into the adjoining office so that I could do some spring cleaning out with one of the closets there.  I heard the scraping of something moving across the floor and turned around to see Littlest Pirate had moved it back to where it was.

A neatnik!

Little kids really do like things where they belong. My kids used to occupy themselves in stores putting stuff back on the right shelves.

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« Reply #370 on: April 01, 2014, 11:46:34 AM »
Oh yeah, they are all about routines, aren't they?
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars.  You have a right to be here. Be cheerful, strive to be happy. -Desiderata

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« Reply #371 on: April 01, 2014, 02:31:02 PM »
My poor boyfriend.  He thought he was helping when he pulled the insert from my slow cooker, the one that was soaking with soap, from the sink to wash.  Unfortunately for him the reason it was soaking to remove dried/cooked on remnants. He then left it on the counter to dry.  Imagine my disappointment to find he hadn't gotten everything off.  So I set it back in the sink to soak again for me to wash out later after I got home from my second job.  And what do I see when I get home?  The insert dried on the counter, still with the remants stuck on it.  So after showing it to my boyfriend, and under pain of death if it removed from the sink again, I put it back into the sink.  And it was finally left to soak overnight, and I was able to clean it off yesterday. 

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« Reply #372 on: April 01, 2014, 04:38:36 PM »
DH loves stew, his mum made it growing up and would leave it to slow cool on the stove. Except his stepfather kept turning the stove off.

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« Reply #373 on: April 01, 2014, 06:45:55 PM »
DH loves stew, his mum made it growing up and would leave it to slow cool on the stove. Except his stepfather kept turning the stove off.

Obviously, how else is it supposed to slow *cool*?

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« Reply #374 on: April 01, 2014, 09:12:01 PM »
Cook, cook! Stupid autocorrect.