“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
People who give you a whole list of things on Friday afternoon then at the end of the email say "have a great long weekend"
Well then what you do is at 8 tonight, email, text and call them and say your are 1/2 way through the list but need them to come in to explain a few things. Oh and put in for OT.
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People who give you a whole list of things on Friday afternoon then at the end of the email say "have a great long weekend"
Well then what you do is at 8 tonight, email, text and call them and say your are 1/2 way through the list but need them to come in to explain a few things. Oh and put in for OT.
I'll probably be in tomorrow or Monday. I have to help my mom take the dogs to the vet right after work, so I can't stay.
Jeggings are awesome when worn with the right body and top.
True, a longish top that covers the butt...that and a slender body. :)
Most of the people that wear jeggings should not.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
After my surgery I couldn't wear regular jeans for a couple of weeks so I bought a pair of maternity pants. When I got home and ripped off the tag I noticed they were jeggings. I felt properly ashamed.
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Or was it a bad five minutes that you milked all day?
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
After my surgery I couldn't wear regular jeans for a couple of weeks so I bought a pair of maternity pants. When I got home and ripped off the tag I noticed they were jeggings. I felt properly ashamed.
After my surgery, I couldn't wear anything over my stomach. I lived in mumus for about a month.
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After my surgery I couldn't wear regular jeans for a couple of weeks so I bought a pair of maternity pants. When I got home and ripped off the tag I noticed they were jeggings. I felt properly ashamed.
I've met you. You can pull off jeggings. My next door neighbor has your build. Tall and thin. She can pull off jeggings. One day DH and I were in the phone store and there was a woman who had to be 350+ pounds. She was wearing jeggings. She was one of these women with fat rolls around her knees. The jeggings actually folded into the fat rolls. I suppose she thought she was stylin. She was not. And flame away.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
You don't necessarily have to be thin to pull off jeggings, but you do need thin legs, IMO.
Exactly, and if you where either flats or hooker boots with them, you are styling. There is a huge range between skinny and 350 lbs. Most women are not skinny, but a far lot less than 350.
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People axing a question instead of asking. Pronouncing Wash as Warsh. There is no R in wash! Having a good ideal instead of idea
To name just a few 😀
A girl at work would tell people to "drive to the winder". She cracked me up all the time.
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People who park right next to you immediately after you park but are over the line and are rude when you ask them to move over into their spot so you can get out.
People who park right next to you immediately after you park but are over the line and are rude when you ask them to move over into their spot so you can get out.
I just re-watched "The Heat," and that reminds me of the scene where Melissa McCarthy parks between 2 police cars (because Sandra Bullock took "her" spot), and has to climb out the driver's side window and through the adjacent police car to get out!
Why do people turn lights on in a room and then leave them on when they leave the room?
It's the middle of the day, the sun is brightly shinning, why do you even need an overhead light?
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
People who park right next to you immediately after you park but are over the line and are rude when you ask them to move over into their spot so you can get out.
Ugh. I hate people who park right next to the driver's side door no matter WHEN they do it. The 7-11 near my house has a tiny parking lot with tiny spaces. There is no way to park without blocking another car. Luckily everyone who uses it knows and are super careful about getting out of the way when they can.
I don't know, lily. My house looks like an airport runway all the time. Between DH and #2, it always looks like someone is home, even when we're not.
This is DH's biggest pet peeve with DD.
I have no issue with using a light while you need it.
It's not turning it off when your done.
It's my peeve. Bugs me like crazy.
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I used to have this irrational fear of the dark and when I lived on my own my whole apartment was lit up all the time. I'm much better now but still am trying to kick the habit of leaving lights on.
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Was it a bad day?
Or was it a bad five minutes that you milked all day?
I used to have this irrational fear of the dark and when I lived on my own my whole apartment was lit up all the time. I'm much better now but still am trying to kick the habit of leaving lights on.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Why do people turn lights on in a room and then leave them on when they leave the room?
It's the middle of the day, the sun is brightly shinning, why do you even need an overhead light?
This is DH. Right now, both the kitchen and bedroom lights are on but there's no need for them. He turned both of them on. It's like he doesn't realize that a light switch has an off position too.
In American English, judgement is generally considered a misspelling of judgmentfor all uses of the word, notwithstanding individual preferences. In British popular usage, judgment was traditionally the preferred form, but judgement has gained ground over the last couple of centuries and is now nearly as common as judgment.
Pay no attention to the myth, widely repeated on the web, that judgement is the original spelling and that judgment is a 19th-century American invention. This is simply untrue, as shown by an abundance of readily available evidence anyone can view online.
When it comes to legal contexts, English reference sources say varying things. Most seem to agree that judgment is preferred in legal contexts even in British English, and some say that American and British English differ in their strict legal meanings of judgment. Bryan Garner, in his Modern American Usage, says judgment in American English refers to “the final decisive act of a court in defining the rights of the parties,” whereas, he writes, the word in British English refers to a judicial opinion. We find nothing to contradict this, though there are many English reference sources that do not mention a legal/nonlegal distinction or an American/British distinction.
-- Edited by Lawyerlady on Tuesday 31st of May 2016 11:06:32 AM
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I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
When people ask me about having kids and I tell them I'm not and they try to convince me to want to by insisting on showing me pictures of their kids/ grandkids.
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Was it a bad day?
Or was it a bad five minutes that you milked all day?
When people ask me about having kids and I tell them I'm not and they try to convince me to want to by insisting on showing me pictures of their kids/ grandkids.
Right there with you! Or the ones who knowingly said, oh you'll change your mind. Wait until your clock starts ticking. Well ha! Joke's on them. My clock is now way past that & I still don't want kids.
People who go through stuff on your desk. Seriously, I was on the phone and a coworker came and started going through some folders and adding papers to them. Um, no. I realize those folders came from you, but they are mine now. And I have been working on their contents, you can't just add to them. She got pretty huffy with me when I called her on it.
When DH left for work, I told him that I would see him at 9:30. He said, "I thought you worked until 8:00 today."
DUDE, I told you at least 5 times that I work TWO nights this week until 9:00...Actually, "told" is a little mild...Moaned & groaned would be more accurate!
Tig ~
You are absolutely right. Fill the bottle with hottest tap water, dissolve two denture cleanser tablets in it, wait 10 min, rinse & dry. Smells nice and fresh now.