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Teardrop Camper Gold Coast
Teardrop Camper Gold Coast We offer you the best Off Road Teardrop Camper For Sale in the Australia. Shop our latest Camper trailers at Goldcoastteardropcampers.com.au. Our teardrop camper which can be easily towed by smal lcars. Visit here: - Gold coast teardrop campers. We are the Queensland Dealer for Caretta sports Teardrop Caravan. You can have high confidence when purchasing a Caretta Teardrop camper as the manufacturer has 40 years experience building caravans. There is also a 2 year warranty supporting you so you if you Order a Teardrop Caravan you know you are getting you a well established, proven product in our harsh conditions. You can have the confidence you will receive a high quality product for the money and your camping travels. The fully insulated sandwich wall construction of ply, compressed foam and outer Fiberglass shell covering the Teardrop camper is in a league of it own. It will keep you comfortable, cool in summer and warm in winter. With the Queen size bed, TV, Stereo, Kitchen area at the rear and the Wide Easy to access doors, fly screen doors, front storage box, you will be retro camping in no time in the Teardrop Caravan. Why a caretta sports is the best on road teardrop camper?
You will find towing this camper trailer so easy, no matter what size car you have even a small Mazda 2 will tow this trailer with ease. Just hook it up and go.
Mechanical Trailer Brakes Included.
The teardrop camper trailer has German designed and made mechanical braking system and axle included as standard. This is an advance reliable system for teardrop camper. No need for electric brakes or upgrading you car for tower. If you car has a braked capacity of 750kg or more your car is fine.
Easy To Store And Park.
Something you need is a camper that is easy to park into position at home and caravan parks or in the bush. It is also easy to unhitch and push into position with its excellent weight distribution. Hopefully it will stop those backing disagreements. Why a caretta sports is the best on road teardrop camper?
The teardrop camper unload is 650kg and has a maxium load of 1000kg.
Easy To Tow Teardrop Camper.
You will find towing this camper trailer so easy, It is one of the lightest Off Road Teard Camper Trailer in Australia @ 650kg with a max load of 1000kg your 4WD will not know it is there, take it on the beach or mountains with high clearances and crash guards you will have a ball.
Mechanical Trailer Brakes Included.
The teardrop camper trailer has German designed and made mechanical braking system and axle included as standard. This is an advance reliable system for teardrop camper. No need for electric brakes or upgrading you car for tower. If you vehicle has a braked capacity of 1000kg or more your vehicle is fine.
Easy To Store And Park.
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Did we get a good deal on a Purple mattress & MF 600 adjustable base at Mattress Firm?
My boyfriend and I want to upgrade our crappy, non-branded memory foam queen mattress for a nicer king size that we will be able to sleep comfortably on for the next few years. We both prefer a softer bed and would like to stick with the memory foam feel (for reference, I’m 5’7 about 110 lbs and he is 5’8 190 lbs) After seeing a ton of videos and reviews, we were leaning more towards the Layla mattress but interested in trying out the Purple. We decided to go to a Mattress Firm down the street to test out different options and ended up really liking the Purple Hybrid Premier mattresses (3 and 4). The sales associate found one Purple 3 available that had been returned and was on clearance for $1199. I am normally the type of person to fully research anything and everything before spending money and was iffy about buying a pre-owned mattress, but it seemed like too good of a deal to pass on considering the mattress is normally $2699. We decided to go for it and add on the Mattress Firm 600 adjustable base for an additional $799. Altogether, we were able to finance the total $2123 with 0 interest over 24 months. While I do feel like we got a good deal, I am really nervous about it being final sale. I was up all night fully researching both the mattress and base and the reviews are so mixed it’s hard not to second guess if we made a good decision. We were thinking about cancelling the order and just buying the mattress new so that we can test it out and still be able to return it, but if we decided that we liked it I’m not sure we would be able to return it and find another one at the $1199 price again- and buying, returning, and re-buying seems like a headache that i’m not sure I want to deal with either. I guess what I’m asking is, did we get a really good deal for a good quality mattress/base that will last? Or should we cancel the order and keep looking at other options? Any input on ANYTHING related to my situation would be appreciated because I don’t want to stress myself out over a mattress any longer lol.
“The Witch Is In” A Halloween Story Of Spells, Potion’s, and Love. ( I rewrote most of this story and changed the time line so it makes more sense. Please read my story.) Thanks
Hello lovely humans and happy Halloween!!! The Witch Is In is back to help you with your fantasy’s, wishes, and desires sure to please your wildest imagination. The sky is the limit and if you can dream it I can make it happen. Please keep in mind detailed fantasy’s take extra time to get it exactly perfect. And more expensive. I strongly encourage you work within a budget you can afford. A few of my sisters are here to help you find the one dream thats right for you and won’t break the bank.
*financing is limited and only available to a few who qualify. As in years past, I have prepared a new pricelist of this years most popular and requested spells and potions. But first I have some short announcements and then we will get right to it. Last year you may remember I introduced an experimental potion limited to a few qualified humans. Called the “The Wealth and Power” potion. However I underestimated the very seductive and addicting side effects it can have on some species. At first all seemed like it was going perfectly. But after the holiday and I was gone you little munchkins became enchanted with wealth and giddy with power. Some of that is expected as the potion takes effect. But it didn’t stop there. Now there is a global pandemic, civil unrest, and evil politicians who are hell bent to take over the world. If the negative effects of this potion had gone unchecked any longer I would not have been able to stop it’s momentum. Fortunately I was able to stop it in time. I will reformulate the potion and make necessary chemical changes. One day I will introduce it back into future generations. I will have a surprise potion to offer at the end of my pricelist I am very sure you will want to have in case the shit hits the fan. Meanwhile, I am making a special effort to help each person to once again find community and the satisfaction of making a difference for the good of all. This is my pledge and my promise. Some of you have reached out by email and asked me how do I plan to do this with more than 5 billion human souls alive on this planet. And here’s the answer. With proven methods successfully executed on thousands of worlds and civilizations much like this one. It’s simple Some magic a rabbit and a hat and the rest is complicated and technical. A girl has to have some secrets, right? Did I mention love? Yeah that, too. Ok for the full pricelist of all my spells, potions, and charms, visit my webpage [email protected]. Also this year I have a new you tube channel. Type into the search bar the witch is in and poof you will be directed. Just subscribe and hit the like button. The first 100 subscribers will receive a 20% discount on any regular priced spell, potion or charm. Not eligible for discounted or clearance items. After the holiday and I am gone I post weekly updates with pictures on my Facebook page through the year. Feel free to post your updates and tell me how life is for you. I will look forward hearing from you. A message to those who were chosen for the wealth and power potion program. I have arranged at no charge to you a 1 month retreat to the Betty Ford spa and resort and experimental potion treatment center located on beautiful Lake Superior in Duluth Minnesota. While you are there you will be pampered to 3 healthy meals + snacks a day, learn meditation technics, a relaxing yoga seminar, and daily deep tissue massages. You will have therapy sessions 3 times a week with world renown PhD Dr. Phil. During your stay in Duluth tours are scheduled to take in the sights and sounds of this historic city. Among the scheduled tours is a day at the Duluth shipping canal and park. This is a must see to watch the big lake ships come in through the canal on their way to their destination in the harbor. Toot toot! Recommended by Dr. Phil. Now let’s get started. The Witch is In is proud to announce my new 2020 price list for my most popular and improved spells and potions. For all other items visit my webpage for the entire price list. My most requested spell ever... Prince Charming. Yes ladies he’s back and is ready for love. My prince is tall 6’3” in height, handsome, and has all the strength and stamina you will ever need like ever. He is guaranteed for 5 years against sudden weight gain and muscle loss. (See more details on my website) The prince has soft brown eyes, a full head of dark brown hair, beautiful white teeth and a smile that will have you melting like the wicked witch of the west. Along with the prince is his majestic white steed complete with hand tooled leather and silver saddle and bridal crafted in Barcelona Spain. And a set for you if that’s what you are into, ahem. (See disclaimer on website) The basic Prince Charming is $4000.00 US dollars due at time of order. No exceptions, no refunds, don’t even think about it. LADIES, BRAND NEW THIS YEAR..... The Prince Charming Upgrade!!! Ladies life is all about choices and I have heard you loud and clear. I am proud to announce a list of “must haves” to go along with your Prince. A Kingdom..Because every Prince needs a kingdom to rule! Included in the price for the Prince Charming Upgrade is....a castle. The castle is equipped with modern plumbing, up to code electrical, 2 forced air gas furnaces one to heat each wing and keep you warm all winter. 3 AC units, and a gourmet chef’s kitchen. The castle is 100,000 sq. Ft You will need a team of people to oversee all the maintainance and day to day upkeep a house of this proportions will need. A team of 10 cleaning people, 3 chefs, 2 butlers, 3 chamber maids and Tina Fey as the court jester. She’s really funny y’all! A whole bunch of serfs and their large family’s to take care of the land and bring in the harvest. That way you can spend 6 months out of the year in luxury in the Caribbean sipping pina colada’s and hanging poolside. Wow it can’t get much better than that. And you will need to house the Princes white steed. A large stable facility and indoor riding ring complete with tack room and office. A gold tone carriage and 6 more white stallions to pull the carriage. The carriage is fully equipped with top of the line shock absorbing technology, gps satellite system,a back up camera and power windows, Bluetooth enabled so you can hook up to your smart phone from any location. A stable manager and trainer to keep the stable and horses in good working order. All of these extras are included in one price of $6000.00 US!!! But wait!!! Order the Prince and the prince upgrade together and I will knock off $1500.00 the entire order reducing the total sale to $8500.00. Now that’s something to howl about!!! My second most requested spell is..... The Princess: UPDATE; Say hello to Gwen our beautiful new princess that will pave the way for all princesses for generations to come. Gwen comes to me highly recommended by Match.com, a much respected dating online website, People, and Good Housekeeping magazine giving Gwen two thumbs each. Gwen has passed her physical, and virginity test. Testing a true virgin used to mean using archaic methods that included to mention a few; a volcano, angry natives, and the toss of a terrified candidate. In the end a crispy virgin never helped anyone. So back to the drawing board. Soon I had a potion that is 100% safe and effective. It took a little time to get the natives on board, but after a friendly conversation with the lovely tribal chief, and his tribe, and a quick vote they all agreed 100%. No more sacrifices in a active volcano ending a proud tradition forever. Good decision. Life is about change, and staying alive. Right? THE PRINCESS.. Guys, the Princess is 5’7”, 36,26,36. Long blond hair all natural not from a bottle ( hair color is guaranteed not to change, fade, or darken for 30 years). Azure blue eyes, perfect peaches and cream complexion, and a smile that will have you spellbound in love until the next morning. The Princess comes with a generous dowry including a 24k tiara, and her parents the King and Queen. Occasionally after the parents move to the castle they start to change some things. For example changing the menu, and writing all new material for the court jester. Causing unwanted turmoil making for an angry and unhappy staff. Before it gets that far and your threatened with lawsuits and a lynch mob text or email me. For a small fee I can make the parents disappear without law enforcement snooping around and asking a lot of stupid questions. The price for the Princess? Only $9,000.00 US dollars. Firm. Total payment due at time of order. No exceptions and no refunds. There is a limited quantity of the Princess. Please order soon. Your not the only lonely dude on the planet. When she is gone she is gone girl. Until next year.... Now on to potions..... Love is in the air with my #1 most requested potion.
LOVE POTION # 9
You have asked for it, I have slaved over a hot cauldron for it, and now I am bringing it to direct. Hands down the best love potion on the market today. *See test results in March 2020 consumer report. Has the love of your life just filed a restraining order against you? Cheer up! My love potion will make any person you are...obsessed with, stalking, losing sleep, not eating, kidnapping or thoughts thereof, texting or suddenly finding yourself in a photography class (you get the idea) become completely and suddenly in love with you like they are in a catatonic state. If love is what you seek, I have the cure. *Disclaimer: read and be informed before you buy. Each sale of love potion #9 comes with a stern warning”Be careful what you wish for.” Love potion #9 is guaranteed for the life of the recipient. There is no antidote and no refunds. Only $100.00 dollars US per dose. My second most asked for potion is...
THE YOUTH POTION
Tired of being old and in the way? My youth potion guarantees all the physical attributes you enjoyed in your 20’s and 30’s. Included in the purchase of the youth potion is all your hair and teeth back in their original condition as God intended. Strength, balance, and walking without the use of chairs, canes, or help from Nurse Ratchet at the “home” In fact you will enjoy once again the freedom and independence to live life “la vida loco”!!! The youth potion has a shelf life of only 1 year so get several and never be interrupted by old age again. The Youth Potion requires a mandatory consultation from me and a 2 week class on “entering the workforce, paying federal income tax on time, for the next 40 years and like it.” Make an appointment with me for the current price . As you know the Wealth and Power potion is shelved indefinitely. However I have a new potion that has been proven safe for human consumption. Introduced in June 2020 at the National Convention of Modern Witches, Warlocks, and Wizardry in Salem Mass. (M.W.W.W.S.M.) I call it... The Bug Out And Quick Escape For Any Situation Potion. $1000.00dollars US 1 dose. Here’s a few examples of how you can use this useful and effective potion. A marriage gone south. Hey it happens. First never admit blame, just one dose of this potion and abbra Cadabra nothing up my sleeve poof! You get the Lincoln Navigator, the mansion in Bel Aire, custody of the children, and a handsome alimony award all without the time and stress of watching your x spouse have a complete melt down in court and without the expense of a corrupt divorce lawyer. Pretty cool right? Here’s another example of this multi purpose potion. Suddenly a conspiracy theory is fact. The Earth is going to implode any second. You have only minutes to get you and your dog to safety. The last spaceship to Mars is full and already hi-tailed off this rock. Now what do you do? Good question. You remember the Bug Out and Quick Escape Potion you purchased from the Witch Is In last Halloween. You locate the potion and drink it down with a rum chaser. In a few seconds you begin to feel lightheaded and fall back on your bed. The room starts to turn. It’s like your in the funnel of a tornado, going down further into a kind of semi conscious state of reality. Spinning and spinning. All goes black. The next thing you know you wake up to a world of little people, yellow brick road, and a horrific headache. W.T.F.?! Yes Dorothy dear you and your little dog have been saved by a tornado and are starting a new life here. Believe it, it’s happening. Call it anything you want. You’re safe, right? Just think of the possibility’s! Starting life is never easy in any stretch of your imagination. You may see two moons in the sky consider it the new normal you’ll get used to it. Everything you need is here. All you have to do is click your heels together 3 times, and chant, “ I sure hope there’s a home improvement store on this hell hole.” But all in all you know it’s not so bad you will have family again and new memories to cherish. And ummm people who love you. Sure they dress a little weird but you can get used to that as well. In time. So go make a new life and embrace it. It’s about change and staying alive. I’m only kidding the earth is not going to implode any time soon. But isn’t it comforting to know that you have the option to change in an instant in any situation? The Witch Is In wants you and every inhabitant on Earth to know I am here for you and I will protect you. You can’t put a value on what is already priceless. And that is love for each other, community, trust, and doing the right thing. That is what is important above all else. Can I get a whooo hoooooo! Well my beauty’s that is that for this 2020 holiday season of Halloween. You still have time to get your last minute orders in now. Operators are standing by call now.....and as always love you bunches. I will be back again in 2021 during the harvest moon. Have a safe and happy Halloween!!!!
EM makes a scene because we won't let her "take out our trash" for us
Backstory first. I work in retail. I won't say what store, but it's basically a department store with lower prices type deal. A lot of the product is the exact same thing you'd find at the department store at the mall, just more random, less organized, and about a third of the couponless price. My job specifically is in the loss prevention role, so while I'm not ringing up customers on the registers myself, I work close to and often interact with the cashiers. Now I feel like I need to explain all this first before I move to the actual story. In retail, sometimes we must dispose of unsellable items. We call this MOS, which is an acronym for "marked out of stock". There are plenty of rules for MOS, but the main idea is that these items must be destroyed. Not given away. Not thrown in the dumpster. Destroyed. While that seems harsh, that sort of policy prevents people (both employees and customers) from intentionally damaging an item and then asking to have it for free since it's now unsellable. And yes, I have seen an item brought up that was stained by what was very likely a washable marker, followed by a "random" question about the schedule of the waste management trucks. But that's a tale for another day. Now it's actually story time. So about two weeks ago, we had a lady return a comforter set. She had bought it on the weekend, put it on her bed, realized it didn't match her bedroom, stuffed it back into the packaging, and came back with her receipt. Cool. We refunded her, she purchases a different set, and leaves happy. The cashier holds up the comforter set, which was more rolled than folded, and says to me, "We have to MOS this, right?" I looked over at it. "Oh, yeah." The cashier wasn't new, but not one who had been with us for years. So she was double checking with me over our policy. While most returns can be resold, bedding in particular has a strict policy. If it's been taken out of the package, it goes in MOS. Why? The risk of bed bugs. As crazy as that may sound, the last thing corporate wants is for some customer to bring a major lawsuit about because they traced their bed bug infestation back to a returned comforter we sold them. That's when EM steps up to the register with her son. She has two garments she wants to buy, both off the clearance rack and neither for the kid. Cue the following conversation. EM: "Hey, is that comforter for sale?" Cashier: "No ma'am. That's MOS, so we have to get rid of it." EM: "So you're just going to throw it out?" Cashier, who has now finished ringing up the two items: "Yes." She then gives EM her total. "Will that be cash or card?" EM: "Let me just have the comforter then, since you're throwing it away. Besides, it's my son's favorite color!" (Side note. This packaging clearly had a queen sized sticker on it. That kid was probably eight to ten years old. Most children do not have a mattress that large.) Cashier: "I can't do that. We have to dispose of it." EM, now in a much louder voice: "Then why not let me assist you by taking out the trash for you? I'll be doing you a favor!" The cashier, now feeling a bit uncomfortable, simply repeats EM's total, since the transaction was never completed. "Cash or card?" EM now puts her card in the machine, but isn't ready to give up yet. "Just hand me that comforter. I don't even need a bag for it." Our manager on duty shows up, having heard the raised voice moments ago. She introduces herself to EM and confirms that we indeed cannot just give her the comforter set. At this point, EM sighs, accepts the receipt from the cashier, takes the bag with her items in it, and promises her kid ice cream for being so patient. He was. Good for him. About twenty minutes later EM returns to pick up the credit card she had left in the machine.
[Bedlinen] Spent ALLLL my time today researching, here's what I went with for sheets
Well I started my day off drenched in a pool of sweat and noticed that my cream colored sheets were stained from sweat marks...disgusting, I know. Figured this would be a good time to look into more of a BIFL alternative than my old target damask sheets. I bought those sheets only because they were in my budget and they were striped so I knew which way they were supposed to go. Didn't bother with any research about weave or thread counts, I figured 500 was pretty good, and I knew jersey knit is for college kids. I figured /BuyItForLife would be a good place to do research for something that might last a while. As a hot sleeper, I learned the perils of sateen sheets and how Percale is better if you're sticking with cotton. But what about the thread count? Well apparently tricky marketing has led to using thinner fibers in the weave, so while it might technically have more threads per square inch, the quality is typically worse than what you would find in a nice expensive "low" thread count. The most recommended ones were the "Threshold" brand from Target, while there were some luxury recommendations for "peacock alley" "frette" and "Sferra." Ok, cool, that was confusing for me but I do think I have that figured out. The next step was linen sheets, supposedly the best option for people who need to keep cool while sleeping, as well as the most BIFL sheets possible supposedly lasting generations. High quality ones are supposed to start in the $600 range. I pored over hundreds of comments and recommendations. All I could find was contrasting information. One brand was highly recommended, others would mention how theirs fell apart after 2 years. Not a glowing recommendation for sheets that are worth more than my car right now. I expanded my search off site and basically went down a much bigger rabbit hole than anticipated. I went through all the wirecutter reviews, then cross checked those with other review sites, reddit comments, etc. Most of the recommended ones have had people complain about them tearing, wearing thin, etc. So much for "heirloom quality" and "lasting generations" So since linen sheets don't really have much of a consensus based on my literal 12 hours of research I went with one redditor's post which was a copy of a deleted post by jessthepest (which of course I can't find now) basically she broke down all the variables with sheets and extolled the virtues of linen and mentioned "the company store" as a good spot for linen sheets. So I went to that site, and they're having a sale today to coincide with prime day. For linen sheets, they're fairly inexpensive compared to some other brands that are well known. I went to the clearance tab, found a set that was linen in a color I didn't mind and bought those along with a percale set that didn't look too bad. $150 for both is about the price of 2 sets of premium queen sheets at a big box store, so that doesn't seem so bad. I also found a bunch of people mentioning Tuesday morning as a good spot for super premium sheets, so I found a local one and kept my eye out for peacock alley, sferra, and frette. They did have the peacock alley, but the labeling on the sets are horrific. Some will give thread count, others will just say 100% cotton, everything was sateen. Except for 1 set which had the least amount of information on, but had a distinctive style to it and the word chime on the tag. So I spent some time on my phone in the store and eventually found it was percale, so I bought that one for $50 as well. I'll try all three out over time, I would try to update, but I'll probably forget, but feel free to message me This took way too long, but TL;DR lots of research= percale and linen is better for hot sleepers, most recommended brand of percale is Threshold from Target. Hard to find good consensus for linen so I went with a cheaper recommendation. Edit: Daneel_ was the one that resurrected the post here I'll also comment the text below to save people some headache in case that disappears Edit 5/26/2020: I ended up buying 100% linen sheets and percale sheets from "the company store" that were on clearance in july 2019 swapping them weekly, washing them willy nilly, forgetting to change settings on the washer and dryer and both sets are soft and keep me nice and cool while sleeping with no noticeable degradation. I prefer the linen now, they did start off with more texture, took about 5 washes for them to soften. Percale sheets feel cooler when you get into the bed, but i prefer the softness of the linen overall. NOTE: they both still wrinkle a ton, but I don't care that much, and you're supposed to be careful with the heat settings with linen, tumble dry low or line dry them
Bought our first Tempur Pedic three days ago. I just wanted to make a post here to leave updates about the bed and give an honest review to hopefully help someone. (Kind of long)
I'm writing this on mobile so I'm sorry if it comes out goofy. My wife and I had been waking up with lower back, shoulder and hip pain for a while now and we had finally had enough. For whatever reason there just aren't very great sources of unbiased information about mattress reviews that I saw. We decided to go to a Mattress Firm to check out the purple mattresses one day, the purple 3 felt okay but that's not really a part of this. We randomly tried laying on a Tempur Pedic LuxeBreeze soft. It felt incredible. After about an hour in the store we were running numbers for a split king LuxeBreeze soft with an adjustable base. The salesman ended up coming over and saying it was basically going to be $11,000+. We decided to go home and think it over, but we pretty much already knew that is just too expensive. Cut to about a week and a half later and we decided to check out a different store. We told the woman we were interested in Tempur Pedics, she was very helpful and had us laying on multiple models. We decided that the ProAdapt Medium felt the best for us. The Adapt did feel good as well, the ProAdapt just felt like a better fit for us. We decided that the Probreeze and Luxebreeze didn't really feel any better than the ProAdapt, it was just a little cooler, so we couldn't justify the price for being slightly cooler. We currently had a queen size Helix mattress that was only around two and a half years old. We wanted to upgrade to a split king for more comfort and space since we have a large dog that sleeps with us. We decided on an Ergo adjustable base, which is their mid tier one. It has leg and back massaging zones, a night light built into each of the frames and two usb ports on each frame as well. Both have their own wireless remote to control everything. A split king will take up two 110 outlet spaces though, just FYI. So we decided on the split king ProAdapt Medium with the Ergo adjustable base. We did get this during some black friday sales event. From what I understand Tempur Pedics don't go on sale often and just kind of do their own thing. The stores can't sell them cheaper than the website unless it's a clearance item I believe. All in all $7,400 financed for 48 months with 0% interest for all 48 months. Plus a little over $500 sales tax. Shipping/delivery is free. We also got $300 worth of accessories for free so we picked out two mattress protectors and two pillows. We've only had it for three days but we can absolutely tell a difference. We both wake up in the same positions that we fell asleep in, no more tossing and turning. The sheets and comforter look virtually undisturbed. The dog doesn't even really seem to move much anymore. The back, shoulder and hip pain have disappeared. We both feel more rested than we ever have, it just feels like solid sleep. Now it's just a matter of how long it feels like this and making sure it's not just a temporary thing. Sorry for jumping around and rambling on, I just wanted to take you through our whole experience. As it sits right now, I would say it is worth it to at least go lay on some Tempur Pedics and get an idea for how they feel to you if you're even slightly considering one. Don't be shy about laying on the displays for a solid twenty minutes or more, it takes a few minutes to get a good feel for it. I plan on doing periodic updates so feel free to ask any questions. Thanks for reading and have a good day/night. Edit 1: We're about a month in and not much on the negative side to report. To be completely honest I could see if you were in warmer weather without A/C or central air or something along those lines that this mattress could be a bit too warm for you. It's winter here in Ohio so I can only comment on what we've experienced. I've woken up a bit warm but never woken up in a fever sweat or anything along those lines. Mostly just a situation where I kick a leg out, turn the vibrations back on and go back to sleep. All in all it was an expensive purchase but I can't say that it wasn't worth it up to this point. We never want to get out of this bed though. We've never been late to work because of it or anything but on our days off with no early plans? We have no chance lol.
I originally posted this on EntitledPeople but seeing as like 5 people saw it...lol I doubt anyone would care about me posting it here. This is a long one, sorry. But I think it is worth a read. A few years back (2014 ish) my local... vvalmart was having a huge clearance sale. They were finally adding the fresh food department and scaling down other sections, moving everything around etc so a lot of stuff was on clearance every week, with prices dropping like flies. I was at an area where some temporary shelves were set up with clearance items and a bit of a crowd had gathered to look at what was on sale. I was looking through with my grandmother (G) and aunt (A) and spotted some folded felt baskets in a box on the topmost shelf. I grabbed 3 of these felt weaved grey baskets, and 2 or 3 plain black felt baskets. Enter the entitled person (EP) and two of her friends. EP looked just as you'd expect. The classic "I want to speak to your manager haircut" in a shade of bright blond. Her friend EB (entitled buddy) was a chubbier brunette who seemed to have permanent scowl face. EP saw the baskets I found and reached up and grabbed the now empty box, realized it's empty, threw it to a lower shelf and threw her hands in the air. I didn't think much of it at the time but oh boy...I've learned since. I ended up not wanting the plain black baskets and my G did so I gave them to her. We ended up heading to the attached restaurant (you know the one) with A for lunch before continuing shopping. It used to be...there was a space along the wall inside the restaurant for the carts, so your cart was in full view as you ate...which was important for the story as she might have gotten away with it otherwise...but not long after this 'incident' they aren't allowed in the restaurant at all, and are thus completely out of view. What I didn't know at the time...was that EP and EB followed me there. Not long after getting my meal, EP walks over to my cart and starts rummaging though our (G and my) stuff and pulls out my baskets. I'm sitting there, with her in full view as she opens the package for one of the baskets, unfolds it and calls EB and another friend of theirs over to talk about what an amazing find she scored, and tucked one under her no doubt stanky armpit to free up her hand. I was not happy. We'd had things stolen from our cart before, I wasn't going to just let them get away with it. Btw I'm a tall (5'10') brunette woman on the chubby side myself and despite being somewhat of pacifist...I apparently look intimidating, even scary to some people. *shrugs* I walk up to her, grab the last basket in my cart (I thought she'd just grab and run at that point) and proceeded to pull on the one tucked under her armpit, all without touching her. She turns, looks at me as I say "That's my stuff!" She knows at this point that she's caught, she recognizes me from FOLLOWING me there in the first place. What I didn't expect, was that this EP was a drama queen (aren't they all?). She lets off a hell of a scream. To be anywhere in the area you'd think I was seriously harming her (maybe her pride lol). Heads turned. I'm standing there in shock. I have anxiety and issues with people yelling/talking loudly so now I can feel my heart beating through my chest, and I'm damn near shaking. She stops screaming, tells me I scared her (lets not forget she noticed me grab my basket back, turned, saw me and listen to me say it was my stuff, recognizing me before screaming...a noticeable pause. This was not a startled scream...this was a 'scary looking person is attacking me, take pity on me, help' scream. It got her nowhere btw I apologized for 'scaring her' but said she was in my cart, taking items I had placed there to later purchase. She stood there for a second, I imagine weighing her options on whether or not she wanted to fight this battle so to speak, before hesitantly handing over the last basket. At this point A comes over, grabs the cart and tells me she's going to walk it around until I finish my meal. I put the baskets back in the cart and off she goes. EP and EB vanish. The other friend wasn't seen again. I finish eating asap and am going to pay for those baskets now before anything else goes on. G hands me money to pay for her baskets (even though they didn't touch hers) and I find A who tells me she's had a damn shadow in the form of EP and EB the whole time. I grab the baskets, A walks the cart back to the restaurant and as I am paying, there they are, EP and EB standing there, glaring daggers at me. I smiled back. I paid, walked to the car and looked to see if they followed me out, they didn't. I wouldn't put it past them to try breaking in at this point. EP seems that kind of crazy. They were nowhere to be seen when I came back in. You'd think at this point, it would be over. But oh no. This EP had more shenanigans up her sleeve today. After A had put our (g and my)'s cart back at the restaurant, she got her own cart and went around looking for deals. She made her way to a place where they had a lot of bedding, curtains, home linen stuff that was on sale. Nice worker (NW) was there, reducing prices. A stood there next to NW as the prices were reduced and picked up each item that was placed down. This is when EP comes out of nowhere to enact her revenge I guess? She was unable to take her frustrations out on me so targeted A for babysitting my cart after the attempted theft.She starts to make a fuss, demanding the bedding sets my aunt was getting, saying they were hers, they were in her cart and A stole them (so she knows things in a cart belong to someone now huh?) NW turns to EP with a 'Are you ducking high right now?" combined with a "IDGAF" expression and tells her matter of factly "No they weren't. I just reduced these myself and this woman picked them up." EP sputtered and responded much like a fish out of water, her jaw moving and no sound coming out. She had nothing to say, expecting she'd just naturally get her way. Yeah no. EP once again makes herself scarce. Which, knowing her previous behavior should have been a red flag at this point. A was just glad to be rid of her. I should note, this happened in Quebec, Canada. We have some funny things with language and language laws going on here. The province is French, is mostly french but has an English community. The french would prefer if we all spoke french in public, and there's a law where you literally aren't allowed to greet customers in both languages, french only. English only if asked. I'm English, A and G are English and speak it in public. EP was french, though she knew both languages, as did A and I. As A goes up to pay, she sees EP again, at the customer service desk and walks over and just kinda lingers by the door near customer service...listening in. Apparently she was making a complaint. First she complained that NW had spoken to her in English (despite EP speaking first in English, so NW responded in the same language). She complained that people stole stuff from her cart and NW didn't do anything about it. Then she moves on to me, about how she was 'attacked' in the restaurant...that she found these adorable baskets in a cart 'abandoned' there and some woman came over, attacked her and made her give them back. She overplayed her hand...because even though they were taking her serious at first and called NW over the intercom (she wasn't there yet) my aunt said everything just sorta stopped when she mentioned taking from the 'abandoned' cart at the restaurant. Guy literally sighed and said in french "Ma'am you can't take the stuff in the carts at the restaurant, that's the property of the people eating." (or something to that effect...I know it is still store property until paid for but this is second hand, badly translated information). She fought about it a bit more (including a "But I wanted it and there were no more!" before being asked to leave the store. She even tried to pull a bit of a 'You should take my side over the english people" as though the language she spoke made her more worthy of something. (also most people aren't actually like that here, EP is just her own kind of entitled) EP sputters again, yells belligerently and incoherently and leaves just as NW walks up to explain the BS that just went down. I did see EB scowling around a bit later that same day, but EP was not seen again. I still have those baskets btw. She was right about one thing, they are adorable. They look something like this but a bit sturdier (thicker felt) and darker: https://preview.redd.it/0up949brlhn31.jpg?width=460&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=bc9f935fa5c408dd7d0b320597ca7beacaaec920
Mega Super Long Post Of All The Kirby (& Other Just Nos) From May 2018 - Jan 2019 pt. 8
This is a copy-paste of all the posts regarding Kirby, spelling & formatting mistakes included. It is massive, in order, & a serious TL:DR post. But if you want to read it on one page then here ya go! I was copy-pasting for a print out log so figured I may as well post the finished thing as well. Here ya go & congrats to anyone who reads it!!
Here are the nicknames & relations Echidna ♀️ (great grandmother) 💍 Typhon ♂️ (great grandfather) Begot Demon ♀️ (grandmother) Demon & her 3 mates Begot Kirby ♀️ (mother) 💍 Dad ♂️ & Indian-not-indian Shaman ♂️ (half? uncle) & Ginger Mastermind ⚣ (half? uncle/essentially adopted older brother) Kirby & dad begot [deceased at birth older bro] ♂️ & Twink ♀️ (me)💍 Hubs ♂️ & Bro ♂️ •○●□●○• •○●■●○• •○●□●○••○●□●○• •○●■●○• •○●□●○••○●□●○• •○●■●○• •○●□●○• September 20 2018
Kirby (Nmom) & how to destroy your son-in-laws expensive throws/blankets
📷 Kirby (Nmom) & how to destroy your son-in-laws expensive throws/blankets [This is cross-posted to a couple support groups.] Kirby (mid 50's) ODed June 2018, she is no longer tormenting me. She followed when me, hub’s, & bro moved out for the first time because the family home was foreclosed on. (her fault) After a lifetime under her roof & four years under mine I am free from her abuse. If you want to read the backstory my chronology of posts is pinned to my profile. I want to say thank you for all the kind comments & for the support. I really appreciate it, you guys gave me so much hope through all this & the offers of continued support makes me feel all fuzzy inside & very grateful. TL:DR at the end because this became longer than I had thought it would be This is posted on my phone, so sorry for formatting issues. So I had this little memory bubble burst in my head yesterday & thought I would share it. So yesterday my boys replaced our busted window AC with a new bigger one. Being in [tropic state] that is 85-105 all night & day for weeks makes that a major deal. Hubs & I went from swimming at night to needing blankets. As I was looking for some lightweight fuzzy blankets I opened our old throw cabinet that had been locked up in our room for a couple years. Hubs collects inexpensive/middling expensive fuzzy throw blankets, it is one of his quirks. I think it is so sweet. Why did we have to have them under lock & key you ask? Oh, kind reddit strangers, it was because of Kirby of course. We (mostly hubs & dad) have a 100 lb Great Dane cross who had a genetic issue & was spayed WAY too young. So those two things combined to give her bladder incontinence. She leaks all the time. Pills, drops, supplements, different foods, raw feed diet, nothing helps. A surgery we cannot afford has less than a 20% chance of success & a 50% chance of death or worsening the problem. So we have a dripping dog who shreds diapers overnight. She leaves them alone during the day so it was okay. Human food also makes her worsen Kirby would feed her scraps & food no matter how many times I yelled at her not to. Just to spite us. Now Kirby for some reason got it in her twisted brain that my husband's dog was hers. But she would not take care of the dog at all, my dad helped me with her so it was all good. Now I wanted to crate train the pee dripping dog. It makes sense, right? After all she was only a month & a half old when we adopted her so it would have worked. The dog cried like all puppies do when separated from their human momma & poppa. But Kirby heard it & reamed me up on side & down the other. Lots of judgement & condemnation of my future abilities as a mother. Aaaargh! Also she would not let us buy the proper lining for dog crates (pee pads) so there was always a big mess in the crate. I mean we could have bought it, she contributed not a penny to our house let alone put enough into the filly budget to have a say in what was bought. But she would have screamed non stop if we did. I could not handle the screaming. I got tired of being screamed at so I gave up. She brought the then puppy into my parents' bed. That went about as well as one would think. When my disabled dad put his foot down she got a thrift shop toddler bed. Now that would not have been too bad. Just wipe off the water proof mattress in the morning. Nope. Not for Kirby. She insisted that a blanket be put on it. So these thrift shop throws got filthy & disgusting. My dad washed them every couple days & spot cleaned them daily, it did not help. So he started tossing them hoping that Kirby would get the hint. Again. Nope. She started using every throw she could get her fungus-plagued claws on. So of course she started grabbing my hubs' collection. I started protesting that those were not trash, those were "mine". ("Ours" meant it belonged to the faaaaaamily. Aka was hers. So hubs & I became "mine" to end that crap) But cue the teary, "I am a victim", tantrums. She kept it up. I then got into a pact with my dad to stop it at the laundry source. That worked for awhile. But then she would get "cold" & "need a blanket" so she would snatch or have someone give her the "people" throws. She would then let it drag the floor & encourage the dog to lay at her feet on it. Then she would toss it onto the dog bed. Because "it already had dog pee on it". eye roll My husband collected NICE semi-costly (he is a clearance king when it comes to... well anything) character, pattern, & print blankets. So it was obvious they were not the fricken trash blankets! So we locked the dozen that were left up in our room. Guarding the two we used in bed like hawks. Didn't stop Kirby from snatching & hiding my Tinker Bell throw when it was brought in the house with the rest of the laundry to be folded. I threw my own tantrum when I saw it covered in dog p@ss on that stupid Elmo bed. My dad stopped it after that & tossed the Elmo bed. I bought a mesh dog bed to put pads under. Yay! Problem solved! Nope. Hubs had a much smaller collection of king & queen sized fuzzy blankets. Expensive ones. Print, pattern, solid color, characters. They were really pretty & soft as a cloud. We didn't use them often but we adored them. Kirby had her own quilts. At least fifty of them. Heirloom ones from my maternal grandparents & great grandparents. Store bought. Hand made by others. You name it. Kirby had bowel incontinence herself. Health issues she ignored & worsened on purpose. She was know to leave poop trails through my house at least twice a week. She also had a catheter (which many drs thought she did not need but she talked her urinary dr into it because she "had to pee too much" I kinda helped because I was tired of being forced to intermittently cath her daily). She refused to close it right so it dropped everwhere. & she always tugged on her tube got her tube caught on things so it would leak & she could complain. Then demand I look up into her business area to "check" on it. The whole, "You are my caretaker, it is your job! I will get you in trouble with the law for elder neglect!" spiel. So she would ruin bedding biweekly. She also tossed them half on the floor so the dog could leak on them. After so many clean ups the quilts had to be tossed. She went through them insanely quickly. Normal person.... well normal person does not make such a mess on purpose first off. But they also would bulk buy hospital type blankets that are near impossible to stain & can be saturated with bleach. Not Kirby~ Nope. She used all of her non heirloom ones. ("Granny made that! I can't use that!!") Then started grabbing mine & hubs' expensive ones. I told her no with my shiny sometimes buried spine. (She had me whipped with legal threats guys. Said she would jail me for elder neglect or abuse if I did not do what she said. Told me she "knew how to talk to them") But she went behind my back to get them. I had to sacrifice a big Scooby Doo one due to her screeching. She claimed she bought it & honestly I could not recall who bought it, just that it was mine pre-hubs & had been for a long time. So I locked up our big blankets too. Up until the last two months of her life she screeched at me for my blankets. Oh! I forgot to mention our sheets became the sacrificial offerings once we locked up the throws. She wrapped them around the mesh dog beds. My disabled dad tripped three times then stopped that nonsense. TL:DR Kirby was an @sshole who used my hubs' collection of fuzzy characteprint throws on the pee leaking dog's bed. When we locked them up she grabbed our queen + king fuzzy blankets & started p@ssing & sh@tting on them herself . September 22 2018
Kirby (Nmom) & how her thoughts on music lead to an assault
📷 Kirby (Nmom) & how her thoughts on music lead to an assault [This is cross-posted to a couple support groups.] Kirby (mid 50's) ODed June 2018, she is no longer tormenting me. She followed when me, hub’s, & bro moved out for the first time because the family home was foreclosed on. (her fault) After a lifetime under her roof & four years under mine I am free from her abuse. If you want to read the backstory my chronology of posts is pinned to my profile. I want to say thank you for all the kind comments & for the support. I really appreciate it, you guys gave me so much hope through all this & the offers of continued support makes me feel all fuzzy inside & very grateful. Trigger warning: violence. TL:DR at the bottom I dunno if I have mentioned this yet but I literally grew up in an antique shop in [birth state]. Went from living in a normal home to an antique brick three story building like you see on postcards. Kirby did all the legwork while my dad was out of town & in typical Kirby fashion shoved the papers at him when he got home. "Sign this!" So we lived on the top floor in what used to be a small group of 1-2 bed apartments, middle floor was storefronts rented out, then the first floor was a sub basement with Kirby's shop. At first anyway. She became a hoarder with an passible excuse got the brilliant idea to open two shops. The second one to be up stairs in our home. No more safe feeling in our hallway, not allowed to go in half the rooms, warned sternly to keep the doors locked at all times, cats allowed out a cat door but we could not retrieve them (that wound up with one being stolen of course). Big invasion of privacy & just.... icky. But that is not what this post is supposed to be about. No. My dad hooked up a killer soundsystem in the upstairs when it was our home. Had it hardwired into a vintage Titanic sized audio cabinet. (This was the mid 90s) Vinyl could be played full blast & ring up there. It was beautiful. So all my life was 60s & 70 music. No biggie. I loved & still love that type of music. Kirby was obsessed. My dad showed me 50s music, musicals, then later in my clueless teens bought me some of what he guessed was the most popular 90s bands. (Gotta love my dad for my Nsync & Backstreet boys collection rofl) Not for Kirby. It was 60s & 70s. Country music was non existent because she would literally start screaming. No one was allowed to change the station or CD/tape/record if she was present. A whole lotta "Muskrat Love" & "Sky rockets in Flight (afternoon delight)" That was until I found Indy type music & things of a similar vibe. (Alanis Morissette, Hooty & the Blowfish, Cake, etc) Then she was interested. Demanded I produce this music for her. I burned her a few CDs cause by then I knew mine would be gone if she ever got her claws on them. Of course out of the six she liked one & "kept forgetting which one it was" Would screech at me to change them again & again until she found it. Then she would complain that the songs were in the wrong order. That I should have put this or that song. That kinda "you can never do anything right, lowly serf!!" sh@t. That lasted like two years. Then I moved onto 80s & 90s rock before meeting hubs then my music tastes expanded further. Kirby no likey. Accused me of hating "her" music all the time. Like she literally owned the 60s & 70s. Annoying, but whatever. Harp at me if you want, by then I did not give a sh@t & told her so in less "cursing" words. So while she was around it was the 60s & 70s. No biggie. Still liked it. When she slept & got high I listened to my music while working & doing chores. That didn't last long. She started yelling about it. Said I was "keeping her awake". In my house. At 1 PM. So I did headphones for a year. She treated me like sh@t no matter what I did so by those last 6 months I got it in my head. "Well if she is gonna be p@ssed at me when I bend over backward to please her highness Imma do whatever the f@ck I want." Which in my Rugrats baby form of rebellion was vacuuming during the day, clanking dishes, eating cheese, using my microwave, & throwing away broken junk. But also listening to music! I adore musicals. Modern Broadway, Roger & Hammerstein days, 80s jewels, you name it. So I was not listening to dark metal or hardcore rock. I was F'ing listening to Cats!! On a reasonable volume (30). That one fateful day apparently her brain had snapped. I was cleaning & had Pandora on mid volume (40), louder than most days because I was working in the side room, but quieter than she had ever had it (80). She came barreling out of her room screaming about my "Halloween" music. (Pandora was playing an Adam's Family Song after Heathers) My house. My remote. Bro's TV being loaned to the family room. A massive, very expensive TV. (That bit is important) So the roku remote was in my bra (volume hidden up high) so she could not claw my music off because I was hip to her ways. She kept screeching at me to turn it off, wailing over the lyrics of being seduced by a 2 ton sephlapod. Y'all. She started blabbing crocodile tears over the Adam's family. I told her I was not buying her game. This bish then faked a panic attack, an asthma attack, & a heart attack in one. I told her straight up that I was not buying her shit & for her to leave me alone & go back to her room. She stopped. Dead cold stopped. Got the most evil look in her eye I had ever seen. I didn't scare (in the moment) that easily by then. But she was F'ing terrifying. Kinda lessened by the fact that Be More Chill's song with the bit about mastrabation was her terror face theme song. I told her no. Go away. She kept on in this now demonic voice that she was going to unplug the TV if I did not obey her. Cue my scrambling & my loud but even voice got a bit banshee of it's own. (She breaks sh@t when she messes with it) Twink: Do. Not. Touch. That. TV. It is not yours! It is [bro's]! Kirby: angry inward breath meant to inhale me, her enemy That is MIIIIIIIIINEEEEE! [Bro] GAVE IT TO MEEEEEEE!!! Twink: No he did not. This thing cost a whole paycheck. He is taking it out to the guest house with him when he moves out there. He did not give it to you. Get away! Do not touch this TV! Kirby: now looking like the demon dogs from Ghostbusters a bit too much for me to be comfortable with HE GAVE IT TO ME FOR MOTHER'S DAY!!! Twink: cue smirk at her audacity that I cannot hide because the whole family banded together to purposefully grey rock her that past mother's day because she had been such a raging [b@tch](mailto:b@tch). So she be lyin through her unbrushed teeth. He. Did. Not. I turn the TV off then because I do not want her to mess with it, but keep the remote in my bra so she cannot have control of it. I squeeze past her to continue working. She does not move. Just scowls at me. So I do the most logical thing because my spidey senses are tingling. I get my phone out & start filming her (though the entire back & forth from the music was on my necklace audio recorder) I thought she was pissed already. I was wrong. She went RED. I got a call & stepped out of the room. She did not like that, wanted to know who I was talking to. It was the social worker assigned to my dad's newly opened APS case against her that she had no idea about. She was coming. In half an hour. My hubs was home resting on the bed after a week of long shifts. I told him to call my dad & get him home NOW. That I had to lock up the dogs. He agrees. But... well. My boys do this weird thing where I am the central command like in a stinking sci-fi show. Hubs called him, told him the details he knew & how important it was that he was home NOW. But apparently my dad wanted more info from me or wanted to hear it from me or... I dunno. But it was a Blessing he was like that that day. So I lock up the 100lb puppies, toss my cattlehound in with my husband who is getting dressed. I then go to reach for our great dane mix. (I mentioned her in my last post about the blankets. How Kirby was delusional & freaking obsessed with this sweet but stubborn dog that is technically my husband's, legally mine, & emotionally co-kept by my dad + hubs) Kirby is still glowering on her throne, greasy, stinky, covered in stains, filthy, just.... just gross. Jabba the Hut gross or Chet from Weird Science. Watching me like a buzzard watching fresh roadkill waiting for the traffic to die down. Then I call the great dane & try to shove her into our really nice HUGE built in dog kennel in the open living area. The great dane is a total diva brat & is fighting. I had been working on training her the last week or so because I knew social workers would be on the reg since the report was made. Kirby flipped her freaking stack. Started screaming at me & upsetting the dogs more. I got the dog in, trying to give non answers as best I could. While she blabbered on about how evil I was. Cue her sneaking closer to me that I did not see at the time. Cue my dad's call. Cue me taking two steps away from the kennel. Cue her reaching for the kennel door screaming that her baaaaaaaaby was not getting locked up. Cue the breaking point. Before I could think I slipped between her & the door, holding it back with my weight of 310ish lbs. (Yay PCOS & stress weight). All I could think was that the social worker was going to be there in less than 10 mins, my dad & bro in 5. My dog looks like the aggressive breed even though she isn't. My dog is not people friendly. My dog is loud & guards our property like a junkyard dog despite being a spoiled diva. My dog is the kind that gets shot when not under control. Totally forgot hubs was even there. I tell her to back off. Instead she smirks, says something like "I've got you now, you are going to pay now." Then she lifts her arm, putting her entire forearm against my throat. She grabs the cage behind me & pulls down with her 400ish lbs of weight WHILE pulling. My collarbone catches the brunt of it because at the last second I throw/twitch to the side. I shout I can't breath three times. My dad is screaming at her over the phone that was not on speaker. He later said he could hear our bodies colliding & it sounded like a brawl. This was only a minute or two. No longer. But the stink of her. The oily sweat of her body. The demonic light in her eyes. Her burst of strength. Her banshee shrieks of "don't you touch me! Elder abuse! Don't you touch me!" They lasted so so much longer in my mind. Hubs heard me screaming that I could not breath & burst through the door like a bull elephant. (Kirby had thought we were home alone & she went total deer in the headlights for 2 milliseconds at finding out that she had a witness in the house) Cursing at her & commanding her to back off. She pulled her weight off me but did not move away. After five minutes of aggressively standing over me with her hand on the bars & her arm pressing into my shoulder. Screeching at my husband that he is intimidating her, scaring her, that he better not get closer, that she was going to report him for abuse. (I was half frantically video recording & taking pics to show how close she was to me, audio recorser was still running strong) When she finally backed down my bro & dad burst in. My dad made her back way up, my bro stood guard in the kitchen. Hubs held me up because I was shaking like a leaf. All the while she said how evil I was. How I had twisted everyone's minds. How I was playing them. How I talked behind their backs. How I needed to be in a mental hospital. That I was the devil. That my soul was black. That my hubs had no right to cuss at her & my dad should be yelling at him. (My dad told her to her face that was bullsh@t & he would have done the exact same thing had [abusive bio grandma] attacked Kirby at my age.) I do not even remember it all or the words she used. Just the bulletin points. Social worker pulls up before I can even dry my tears. Long story short of that Kirby got read her rights (thinking it was because she threw a capree sun at my disabled dad & not because she just attacked her daughter), the officer chastised me for being a bad daughter & recording her assaulting me, told me that she was simply "leaning" on me & that my husband was not a credible witness. APS said that the criminal side depended on the officer & not them. Surprise that nothing could be done. eyeroll Next day I finished cleaning my corner & the morning after that bedore dawn she was found dead. And.... that was it. The last memory I have of Kirby was of her trying to kill me. Over musicals "Halloween music" & my own dog. TL:DR I was raised on a diet of 60s & 70s music. My dad showed me other eras & genres, Kirby was not happy. I grew some Lady Balls & listened to my musicals at half volume in my own home only to enrage the beast. Have her try to kill me, insult every single thing about me, & get neutered all in one. Then she dies. & I know I briefly touched on this before because I remember a ton of support that I was not wrong in thinking it was an assault/attempted murder. I just don't remember if I went into detail or said why it happened. If I did forgive my slip, reddit support peeps. September 25 2018
[JustNo/Narc Mom] How Kirby Earned Her Nickname for More Than One Reason (DAE Have This Happen)
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[JustNo/Narc Mom] How Kirby Earned Her Nickname for More Than One Reason
[This is cross-posted to a couple support groups.] Kirby (mid 50's) ODed June 2018, she is no longer tormenting me. She followed when me, hub’s, & bro moved out for the first time because the family home was foreclosed on. (her fault) After a lifetime under her roof & four years under mine I am free from her abuse. If you want to read the backstory my chronology of posts is pinned to my profile. I want to say thank you for all the kind comments & for the support. I really appreciate it, you guys gave me so much hope through all this & the offers of continued support makes me feel all fuzzy inside & very grateful. TL:DR at the bottom So, as some of you may be familiar with Kirby was an endless food vortex. Hence how some commenters helped me come up with the name Kirby awhile back. Or for her full title Kirby the Pink Dragon. Dragon because she was a hoarder who would hiss at you if you got too close to her sh@t treasures. Also super, super mean & known to spit venomous word fire. But there is another reason that the name Kirby fits so well. Because not only is the Nintendo darling round (fat), eats a lot (food vortex), acts cute (public mask), but also the Nintendo darling is a mimic. How does that equate to Kirby you ask? The freaking woman could not be original to save her hide. Anytime I got interested in something. A color. A pattern. A type of fabric. A TV show. A type of beanie baby. A specific toy. Drawing. Digital painting. Collecting future hope chest baby stuffs. Nail polish. Hair dye. Soap/shampoo. Being a hobby farmer. You name it. The simplest, littlest, eensy-teensy thing. Was her thing. Suddenly it was her that liked it, her that collected it, her that watched it, her that knew everything about the show. Yes, she drew before I was born. She copied cartoon characters & drew them in the exact same pose. It was almost like tracing but... not. It was weird, she was good at it, but it was still weird because she could not draw anything of her own. Could not draw characters in different positions, stuff like that. She stopped drawing before I was born for whatever reason. But when I started being artsy & being even remotely good at it. In she swept. The sudden art expert & critic. Telling me everything I did wrong. The highest appraisal from her was "I do not see anything wrong with this." on maybe a dozen of my hundreds of works throughout my lifetime. (When I got "I can sell this for real money" good she stopped looking at my work all together). When I was writing she would have me read her everything I wrote & then would critic it. (this woman only read maaaaaaaybe a dozen books in her five decades of life. Would say almost proudly that she did not like to read) Tell me not only how to change wording, but character's names, love interests, actions, etc. She turned my heart & soul work into a freaking choose-your-own-adventure book for herself. Then after the move, only a few years ago, began demanding that I write books for her & give her the credit & money for sales. Really bad children's books that would not have sold at all. But every time I sat down to write she began squealing about me working on her book. I... I have not written more than a few pages since then & I used to write 200-500 words a night. So that is still a sore spot for me. Growing up if I showed interest in, eh how 'bout [colorful cartoon daisies] for a random example, suddenly that was all she wanted. She would buy them for herself & lord them over me. Like her room would be stuffed with [colorful cartoon daisies]. Like she would have hundreds of them. If I ever bought one for myself even as an adult with funds my husband brought home, she would guilt me into giving it to her. When I was a kid I thought it was just "because I am like mommy!" in my fog filled mind. But... now... An adult with no fog whatsoever. That was F'ed up. You have a baby who giggles hysterically at weebles so you have to have them all like some kind of pokemon weeble master? Kid likes care bears so you start collecting the vehicles & castles & all the playsets. She liked Atomic Betty, so you buy yourself the action figures. Both GC son (my wonderful bro) & SG daughter enjoy playing with playmobile. Gollum voice "It is all mines, preciouses. gollum gollum All the plaaaaaymobiles isssss miiiiinessssss...." I am an adult who likes toys, I get collecting them. Bright colors, nostalgia, ooooh shiny!. But when I have a kid & if they like what I like I will buy things in freakin pairs if I want one. Not buy one for me, put it up high, call it "glass", then cackle like the hairpin losin' Looney Tune witch. (okay, she never really did that, but it would have been in line with her personality) F@ck that, dude. Just.... f@ck that. Did anyone else go through similar? Where their Narc/JustNo mimicked them as a way of... I dunno.... playing psychological games? TL:DR Kirby copied everything I did so she could mock, gloat, & buy herself things as well as guilt/force me into giving her my things. She was a POS per the us'. (ual) September 30 2018
[JustNo/Narc Mom] How An Incident With Kirby Made Me Literally Use Clorox Bleach On My Skin
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[JustNo/Narc Mom] How An Incident With Kirby Made Me Literally Use Clorox Bleach On My Skin
[This is cross-posted to a couple support groups.] Kirby (mid 50's) ODed June 2018, she is no longer tormenting me. She followed when me, hub’s, & bro moved out for the first time because the family home was foreclosed on. (her fault) After a lifetime under her roof & four years under mine I am free from her abuse. If you want to read the backstory my chronology of posts is pinned to my profile. I want to say thank you for all the kind comments & for the support. I really appreciate it, you guys gave me so much hope through all this & the offers of continued support makes me feel all fuzzy inside & very grateful. TL:DR at the bottom Warning: disgusting. 2nd warning: Never, ever, ever pour bleach on your skin. I was driven to momentary insanity & luckily my dad was there to stop me before I got hurt. No bleachy for the skiny Hi, reddit peeps!! So nothing exciting or new. Still healing. But I was sparked by an icky, icky memory. So I am a gal, we know this if you are familiar with me but most are prob not. I am also in my now late twenties. I have never done the whole thing where you do the things other women do with lotions, creams, make-up, serum, scrubs, special face washes, nair, etc. This was not out of wanting to be a tomboy. I wanted to do these things. But... living with Kirby means 3 things when it comes to... beauty products (?): 1.) No time to use them. If there is a breath of time to try she came up with some stupid "urgent" need. 2.) No money. Not when I was a kid. Not when I was working because she took all my money. & not when hubs & I got married because again... she took all the money. 3.) Kirby would mock things like that. Claim the simplest facial lotion cost $60+ & would get angry when I tried to look the stuff up. Said that real women did not need them. They were a waste of money. Threw out the nair that I got as a teen from a [natural disaster] red cross box. After telling me it would burn my skin off. Kirby used brand name Sharpie markers as eye liner. She was not the person who had the right to say boo about anything beauty or self care related. She also looked like a walrus but that has nothing to do with anything. I just wanna type it out. So hubs made it his mission to buy me makeup. My big, bearded, bear of a husband who is far from being fashion forward. He gets squirmy & hisses if I get too close to him with a dollop of body lotion in my hand, if that is any way of describing it. But he loves me & wants to see me happy. So everytime he sees beauty stuff on clearance at work he brings me home an arm full after his shift. (Veering off topic to say he has gotten surprisingly good at it too. I have used & loved every single thing he has gotten.) So this has been his game for 2 years now & since Kirby's death I finally have time & am not too exhausted/depressed to pamper myself. (Though I am still a deal hound & cheapskate who will not pay more than $15 for anything) As I was getting my collecting of shower bottles, jars, watcha-ma-callits. I realized I needed a new shower tension shelf. Which reminded me of our old one I threw out half a year ago. Which sent me back to Kirby era. 3 crappy plastic shelves that she screamed at me for buying. Conditioner, shampoo, body wash. Then a little tub of my own concoction that I had made out of desperation. Sea Breeze, Witch Hazel, Rubbing Alchohol, Baking Soda, Epsom Salt, & some EOs to mask the scent. Really powerful germ killing cleansing body scrub that burned like a son of a B. Why did I have this? Because I once went into a panic attack, leapt into the shower, & started pouring concentrated bleach onto my skin as I screamed in wordless horror. (My dad caught me before I got a chemical burn & tossed a bottle of rubbing alcohol + a bottle of mechanics soap over the curtain rod for me. Skillfully snatching the bleach under the shower curtain & running off with it while apologizing for everything) Let me take this gross train back a step. Cause.... Well any still reading can just suffer this horror show with me now. It will make me feel better. Kirby was notorious for not bathing. Showers twice a week if the household was lucky. And when she did shower she only washed like a quarter of her body & none of the smell emitting parts. It would get so bad the only way she would wash was if I washed her. So. Straight up, no hiding it. Gal on gal Jacosta moments with her as she refused to wash underneath her saggy harpy titties & demanded I do so. Once. I got conned into that once. The second & last time I "helped" her bath I tossed the scrub at her chest but then she wanted me (I had nurse gloves on) to wash her ass crack. Nope. I no longer sacrificed myself for the noses of myself & my family & would "accidentally" spray her with Odoban antibacterial surface cleaneair freshener every so often. Back onto why I was pouring bleach onto myself. We live in [Hade's Armpit] where it is 80°-100° all but 2 weeks of the year when it is in the high 60°s to mid 70°s. That means sweat. Gallons of sweat. Our HVAC has not worked since we bought this house & window units can only do so much. So Kirby sweated, never bathed, never washed her ass. She also constantly sh@t on herself & refused to wear not only diapers but underwear of any kind for 2 years. Sweat, shit. She had a catheter she always tugged on so it would leak. Sweat, shit, piss. She ate a lot of bad & greasy foods plus was always a natural greasy person. Sweat, shit, piss, grease. She always made sure to smear her blood on everything. She would prick her finger for a glucose sugar test & milk it like a cow's teat until it was dripping blood. So she always had blood on her. Sweat, shit, piss, grease, blood. She was also constantly urping & vomiting due to her stomach/digestive diseases she would trigger on purpose. So she would usually have spittle or vomit on her. Sweat, shit, piss, grease, blood, spittle/vomit. She would wear her night gowns for a week straight until they were sopping with filth, covered in stains, & smelled like the dead. Sweat, shit, piss, grease, blood, spittle/vomit, soaked death gown. She always, always, always had a massive fungal infection on at least one part of her body. Usually multiple. Because she would not keep clean. Like massive swaths or raised rash skin that smelled like rotting flesh. Sweat, shit, piss, grease, blood, spittle/vomit, soaked death gown, rotting flesh. So. All of the above. But! Oh, my reddit darlings, there is a but to this one! This particular instance it had been almost 2 weeks since she last bathed. So she was so... potent... I could not get within 8 feet of her without gagging. My dad & I were home alone. Both of us had repeatedly been squawking at her to wash as we had been for 2 weeks. So. What does this putrid ball of filth & black soul do? She "falls". This is before the Blessed Hoyer Lift. This is before she will "allow" firemen into MY home due to her out of control hoarding. Before there was a clear path through the mountains of hoarded trash that lead from the front door to her bedroom. She fell. And. She. Could. Not. Get. Up. She refused to. Said her body was too weak & wailed about that was why she was not bathing. That we were yelling at her to shower & she had gotten out of bed to do so but fell. Poor Kirby. Poor, poor Kiiiiiiiirbyyyyy. It is all your fault, Twink! Yours & [my dad]'s!! So my disabled dad, whose dr ordered weight limit was 1 gallon of milk, 2 on good days. Tried to get her to her feet. My dad. Who was at risk for another heart attack, on oxygen, & had COPD. Y'all. Kirby was so greasy she was sliding across the hardwood floor!! Like a penguin walrus on ice. (See made a place for my comment on her looks up at the top there) My dad could not get her up. She refused to even try to get up let alone help him. Screaming & crying & wailing that she was on the ground & OH MY GOD GET ME UP!!! Sweat, shit, piss, grease, blood, spittle/vomit, soaked death gown, rotting flesh. Again. 2 weeks. Again. Sweat, shit, piss, grease, blood, spittle/vomit, soaked death gown, rotting flesh. I went in there to pull her to her feet like a normal human. She grabbed my leg & tore at my calf like a starving man digging his fingers into a rotisery chicken's breast. Screaming. Wailing. Flailing. Blubbering. Walrus-ing. I did what I thought I had to do. To get her to shut up. To get her to stop kicking, slapping, pulling, grabbing my legs. To get my dad to back off & not end up in a hospital or dead. I stood over this ball of putrid filth. Wrapped my arms around her waist & dead lifted her 400 +/- lbs with my >300 lbs. She squelched when I pulled her to me. Greasy yellow goo ran down my arms like an orange in a juicer. I tossed her onto her bed like the sack of shit she was while making that noise that usually gets a response of "Honey, the cat is puking on the carpet again!". Then I proceeded to bolt out of there, wordlessly screaming in horror as my skin was coated in this horrible rotting yellow grease. My pants & shirt were soaked, h@ll my granny panties were even coated because it had seeped through the front of my cotton shorts. It was like I had jumped into that well in the Walking Dead on Hershel's farm. The one with the bloated zombie. After the bloated zombie exploded. I was a germaphobe growing up. I had to lock that part away behind deep walls because of Kirby's hoarding. That part was what made me utter this inhuman keening scream like some type of bird of prey. I am just blessed that my dad was chasing me apologizing & saying how horrible Kirby is. Not that I could hear him over my death wail or even register his presence. Thankfully as soon as I started chanting "Clean. CLEAN. Clean. Bleach. BLEACH. Bleach!" All of the normal human reaction of: "daughter is naked stay out of bathroom. Talk outside door with back turned to open door." Went flying right out of his head as he snatched the bleach before I could get more than a few handfuls on my arms & the front of my body. I made the super germ & smell killing scrub the same day or day after. Did not see Kirby for 2 more days. Dad finally screamed at her so much she got up & took a shower with suddenly not an ounce of weakness in her legs. I got the Hoyer lift order started the week after. So. Now that we are all scarred I say we go & buy each of ourselves some rose scented, tuity-fruity colored, cleansing pearl body wash gel with extra skin replenishing action. Whatcha say? TL:DR Sweat, shit, piss, grease, blood, spittle/vomit, soaked death gown, rotting flesh, 2 weeks.
Some of The TV Roles That Even Messed the Actors Head
Acting is a thing that is near to the soul and you look only natural actor when you inspire from your character. It's a difficult work to become a completely different person whenever digital cameras rolls and then turning off that character mode as the director says "cut," and some of the hectic. The best actors adopt characters by infusing characters into their own life and this makes some of the plays remarkable in the history. While that can lead to better performances in general, it may also sometimes mess with the minds of those actors. We have a list of some actors who found themselves overwhelmingly disturbed while being influenced by their own characters that they have played in different TV Plays.
Justice Smith Role in His Play “The Get Down”
As We know that The Get Down fell a victim to its own mighty budget and the lack of interest of the co-creator of the show due to his busy schedule, but this short-lived series is very entertaining over its all 11 Episodes. One of the most remarkable reason is the setting of thick layered characters and there was a diversity within a single character that made this show this much entertaining, a New York City closer to the way people mythologize the city compared to reality that is mundane. That passion and compassion was clearly depicted in the characters of that play, whom have seen practicing dance while being in the Queens Neighborhood and more such evergreen scenes and themes. 📷
Mandy Patinkin in One of the Finest Crime Plays “Criminal Minds”
In the Crime TV plays the actors come across the procedural situations following figures which are exact same they investigate criminal after criminal, most of the story lines are made from the actual crime scenes and thus they can be surprisingly dark in context. The hook for Criminal Minds that set it apart from shows like NCIS (boat crimes) and Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (sex crimes) was the show depicts how the killer is made and in which circumstances he or she led towards the sins. Dean Norris in Breaking Bad While there are many suggests that have had character that is dark, Breaking Bad crossed the line as the story comprises of Walter White gross meth cooking and dealing business. The show is full of dark moments and grim performances. Dean Norris stated that he though himself completely merged into his character and he was utterly depressed in the perspective that his character is completely grim and full of bad happenings, which necessitated days of filming for the arc. He stated more that he had to remain dark for around 15 hours during the shoot and he had felt pain even filming the Season 4 in which he had to act totally depressed being on bed all the time and keeping grudges and anger for his onscreen wife as that was what his role demanded.
Aya Cash Role in Her Play “You're the Worst”📷
According to pictures of hope foundation, This is the best show totally opposite to the word “Worst” in its title. Quite often the scenes in the show are more inclined to the Comedy, but an episode in the Season 2 shows protagonist Gretchen fighting against the depression. Aya Cash admits that she didn’t experience much depression while playing that character but afterwards she felt a slight depression. during watching her series. New York sales management firm Sotheby’s has declared a clearance of world’s rarest shoes. That includes a carefully assembled 1972 sets estimated to sell for about to $160,000 at Sotheby’s Auction House. Pair of “Moon Shoe,” waffle-soled sneakers is one of just 12 at any point made.Read more
Granny Warbucks: An Update and the Rantings of a "Shopaholic"
First, a mini update on the current happenings with Granny Warbucks: I haven’t spoken to GW since the phone call where she screamed at and then hung up on me (see BitchBot for the story/rant). She’s called a few times and left voicemails (one that was a whopping 3 minutes long), mostly demanding for me to come over and sort through/pick up the remainder of my things from my old bedroom. I’ll come back to this update in a bit. Since FH and I moved to our new (much bigger) place back in September, GW has been insistent that I take every single thing I left behind, as well as trying to shove her unwanted possessions/furniture onto us. Now given, our place is much larger than my old apartment, with several closets, a basement, and an attic, so it’s not an issue, and I even offered to store boxes of hers to help out. My grandparents have an entire house (FH and I a duplex), but they only have a crawl space for storage, which is pretty sprawling, but difficult for them to access (bad knees and such). But I had/have several issues with going over there:
FH and I are sharing his car while I save up for a new one. He has a 1986 Caballero (the GMC version of an El Camino, and while it’s got its kinks, I adore this vehicle). So while it does have a bed, it has only two seats and minimal storage space behind them. So why can’t I just pile everything into the bed??? Well, the past few months have been pretty rainy/snowy where we live, so the bed has been almost consistently filled with precipitation of some kind. Not ideal, plus it doesn’t really have the option of tying things down, so unless we want things flying out on the highway, that means multiple back-and-forth trips stuffing the interior with as much as possible (which we/I have done several times).
The thought of sorting through things is daunting because GW keeps Every. Fucking. Thing. Possible. She’s not a hoarder in the traditional sense; her house has always been very well-maintained, almost obsessively so. But that doodle I made in the second grade? Keeping it. That paper I wrote for 10th grade English class? Keeping it. That puffy winter coat I’ve had since I was thirteen and have explicitly said I no longer want nor fit into? Keeping it. The 10 bottles of nail polish given to me from her when I was a kid, a bottle of hair spray I bought in high school, blush and eyeshadow that are probably older than me that I have never used? Fuck yes, she’s keeping it!
When I have tried to purge items in the past, whether it be clothes, makeup, school notebooks from elementary school, etc., GW would always second-guess my choices and hold onto things anyway. “But that top is SO beautiiifuuul!” Haven’t worn it since the eighth grade, GW. “But you spent a foooortuuune on all this makeup!” Nope, and that makeup is old enough to have makeup-babies the same age as me, GW. “You don’t want to keep this vase you made? It’s priiicelessss, it’s preciioouuuus!” It’s terrible, I made that in a ceramics class my freshman year of high school that I hated, if you love it so damn much YOU hold onto it, GW. And so on. Because GW refuses to get rid of anything and has a very selective memory of how long I’ve actually owned something, she is convinced that I’m a shopaholic. She has been accusing me of this for well over ten years now, and it frustrates and infuriates me to no end because:
For one, I hate clothes shopping. Always have. Just point me to the section of shit that fits me so I can get in and get out. No judgement for anyone who enjoys shopping for clothes, of course; it’s just never been my thing. Plus, the fact that I have an oddly-shaped body makes it extremely difficult to find clothes that fit me (I’m 5’0”, and while I’m on the thinner side, pants that fit me length-wise barely make it past my thighs, while pants that fit around my hips have to be hemmed or cut).
Most of my clothes are years old, and I re-wear the same things over and over. I have several outfits (and pairs of shoes) that were given to me by friends, and some of these are my favorite items of clothes (hooray for hand me downs!). Also, I am a big time bargain shopper. When I do drag myself into an actual store, I go for the clearance and on-sale items first, or just go to a thrift store. Plus, there are some pieces that I only wear once in a blue moon (or were shoved to the back of a drawer and forgotten about until finally unearthed by a team of archeologists), so they seem new. So yes, I do have a lot of clothes; however, the majority of clothes I own have been used over and over again throughout the years, have been gifted to me, or have been purchased cheaply. I’ve only really splurged on myself a handful of times in my life, but I think the most expensive item of clothing I’ve ever bought was my prom dress, which was around $95 (and I bought it online). But no matter how many times I reiterate all these points to GW, it’s “you have so, SO many clothes! You have a prooobleeeeem! You’re addicted to shoooopping!”
All of this brings me to the most recent update with GW. Two days ago, I get a voicemail from GW that they’re packing up the car with the things left in my former bedroom at the house and dropping it off to mine and FH’s place because “there’s THOUSANDS of dollars worth of your stuff in the car! Whatever you don’t want, give it back so I can sell it or donate it to the church! We have FIVE people coming over this week and they need the space and we need to buy a NEW BED!” A couple of things. First of all, the bed that used to be in my old room was my mom’s old bed. Queen size, beautiful wooden frame, with a new mattress and box springs. I took my childhood bed with me when I moved to my former apartment, but had to throw out everything but the frame before the move to the new place after a lovely bedbug infestation (seriously, bedbugs are the absolute fucking worst. Almost as bad as some of the MILs I’ve read about here). FH and I were prepared to buy new bed stuff. But GW insisted and practically begged us to take the other bed. Awesome! According to GW, “taaaaake it! You don’t need to spend all that money! What do we need a big extra bed for? We’ll just buy a small bed for cheap later!” Whoops. Forgot about those damn strings. All of a sudden, GW and my grandpa are expecting “five people” to stay at their house in “a few days,” and they need my room cleared out so they can buy a bed, but they’re “sooooooo brooooooke.” Subtle, Granny Warbucks. As far as the houseguests go, all I’ve ever heard of was that two extended family members from downstate and their adopted daughter (2 or 3 years old) might visit around the holidays (were supposed to for Thanksgiving, but didn’t pan out), and there’s some distant relative living in NJ that none of us have ever met (including GW) that might visit eventually (a possible visit that’s been looming for over a year now). Moving on, luckily, just my grandpa and my brother came to drop off/unload my things. While I am still angry with my grandpa for what he did to my brother (see BitchBot), I couldn’t help but feel happy to see him. He and my brother aren’t buddy-buddy by any means, but they’re definitely on better terms at the moment (GW does have a way of uniting people against her crazy). So I asked my grandpa about the company they’re expecting (five people, remember?), and he responded: GRANDPA: Oh, they’re [extended family from downstate] not coming up, at least not for a while. ME: Ah, okay. GW said they’d be visiting this week. GRANDPA: (chuckles) You know her! (Distant relative we’ve never met not even mentioned) So there’s that. And as for the “thousands of dollars” of my things now dumped into my dining room for me to look through? To be fair, there are a few things I have meant to bring back. Most of the rest though is years-if not decades-old junk that was hoisted on me/stored in my room because it had nowhere else to live in the first place. Included with my must-have items is one of those plastic visor things you see either old ladies or small children wearing at amusement parks. It’s pink with a rainbow band. I think I have worn it before… the time we went to Disney World when I was five years old. Thank GOD that was harbored safely!
Inspired by the recent posts saying it is on Netflix and Amazon, I started a rewatch last night. It has reminded me that I fucking love this show. Fun adventures with aliens and robots. Here is my recap of the first 3 episodes:
Ancient weapon of great power... outmaneuvered by a helicopter.
For a one way trip I see a surprising lack of food. Did Weir just say it was ok to close the gate? If I were in charge: "Earth base don't you dare turn off that gate. Tell the soldiers to throw food through the event horizon until the power dies. Do a bucket brigade from the gate to the cafeterias vending machines. Whatever you people have to do."
Welcome to Atlantis. Now with 200% more fish tanks in the walls.
You know how there was already oxygen and how the shield is literally holding up an OCEAN - well the LED lights that lit up when we got here have drained the batteries. It's all our fault! Nooooo....
Ford. That name sounds familiar. What a wholesome well-mannered... ah shit, now I remember. The producers said his character "had not worked as intended", then they replace Rainbow with a dude in dreadlocks who speaks in grunts. Stuff happens.
The only time the T1000 smiles is when he's watching Sheppard and Teyla flirt. Kinky.
Teyla! I forgot all about you. Your eyebrows still don't match your hair girl.
Oh fuck. The wraith. The hippies of the pegasus galaxy. Advanced enough to defeat the ancients, but still insist on free-range organic food. Literally their whole lives revolve around their foodie blogs. (And drama queens.)
T1000 acts tough as fuck, I bet his encounter with this wraith in a dress is going to be... [dies on his knees without so much as throwing a punch].
"Sheppard, you're the only one that can fly the jumper home you shouldn't run off..." "Yo, I'm gonna run off alone." [Has to save Sheppard so they aren't all stranded and left for dead, but doesn't say "I told you so"]
Sheppard shoots Rodney and throws him off a balcony.
DON'T EVEN TELL ME RODNEY CAN'T... [coffee deflects from his mouth] LOL! Rodney, YOU. IDIOT.
Weir: "Sheppard, you were only allowed to bring one thing and you brought a football video?" [Cut to Sheppard in his room reading and surrounded by books.]
Is Heyerdahl really reciting some villager gibberish over the loudspeaker right now? I am underwhelmed by how mystical they are trying to make you people look.
Clearance sale at Bed, Bath and Beyond the Stars. Candles add +12 to your race's Mystical stats.
"Hey Rodney, since you're invincible, you can trap the alien." [Shield falls off] LMFAO
First of all Pictures! My husband (27) and I (26) dated for 11 months and got engaged in February 2016. Due to his deployment, we tied the knot in April, but have been planning our wedding since our engagement. Plus it kept me busy for the first half of his deployment and it flew by. We invited 129 people and we figured about 90 would want to come, the final count came in at 65 accepts, 62 Declines, 2 no responses. This is largely in part due to location, a lot of our guests do not live in the same state as where we held the wedding. On the day off I would estimate about 50 people came. We didn’t really have budget for the wedding other than staying as far below 10,000 as possible. He trusts me to find work arounds to keep the cost down, so this worked for us. The final cost of our wedding was about $7,750. I’m proud of what we accomplished with that, it was thoughtful and very us.
Venue: $2091.50 (tables and chairs for reception, outdoor chairs, special event insurance, clean up fee)
Photographer: $1450 (two photographers, 6 hours of shoot time, and a customized USB with all pictures on it). She is a business owner, but I tipped her $100
Caterer: $600 (baked ziti, garlic knots, house salad, and delivery). The restaurant owner asked that I tip the delivery staff (one person) $50.
Hair and Makeup: $505 (I got hair and makeup, we also paid for bridesmaid makeup). I tipped her 50 dollars and I asked that the bridesmaids tip the girl who assisted them individually. They tipped $15 each.
Desserts: $25 (my dad made the cakes, we bought cookies, eclairs, and cream puffs.)
Stationary: $215 (Basic Invite, I cannot say enough nice things about them, I loved them!)
Decorations: $260 (thrift books, major clearance at hobby lobby, good will, and lots of time)
Grooms Suit: $300 (he had his suit custom made while in Korea, where he is currently stationed)
Wedding Dress: $815 (my budget for the dress was $500, my mom covered the rest)
Dress Alterations part 1: $370 (hem, bustle, taken in an inch, taken in the sleeves, lowered the neckline, and sewn in cups)
Dress Alterations part 2: $80 (have the sides taken in, for real this time)
Bridal Accessories: $160 (shoes, earrings, and hair piece)
Dinner Setup: $350 (napkins, plates, serving utensils, eating utensils, table cloths, paper table clothes for food tables, tiered display for dessert table)
Appetizer: $200 (meat, cheese, and olive platter was arranged on every table)
Bridesmaid Gifts: $65 (Shawl, Ozark Trail mug with vinyl decal.)
Groomsmen Gifts: $25 (glass coke bottle, cigar, and mini whiskey bottle)
Warning! Prices are rounded and some are estimates, towards the end I got tired of keeping track of everything. Bridal Party:
Bridesmaid Dress came from Charlotte Russe. I let them pick whatever dress they wanted as long as it was merlot/burgundy and it was long. Most of my girls were able to get their dresses on sale, the cost of their dresses ranged from 17-50. That’s right one bridesmaid paid 17 for a dress, it was on super clearance and luckily in her size. One bridesmaid accidently ordered the dress twice, and you can only cancel an order within 15 minutes of placing it, but she was able to return the extra dress for a full refund. These dresses are legit. The quality of the material is wonderful. Two important things to note, the dresses run big and start to get a little short for ladies over 5’5. My favorite part is they can most definitely wear these dresses again, unlike the dresses they were originally going to get from David’s Bridal.
I gave the groomsmen a choice between renting or buying a suit, they decided to rent. Their requirements were to rent a charcoal suit, ivory shirt, black shoes, and a merlot tie. This was the hardest part for me to handle, with my husband being in Korea and suits being a man thing and all. We decided to rent through Jim’s formal wear, the prices are so much better than men’s warehouse and the people were incredibly friendly.
The Drama:
David’s Bridal decided not to take my dress in when I originally took it in for alterations. Their reason? According to them I lost 2 ½ inches off my hips. I’m a petite girl, the only way I would have been able to lose that kind of weight would be if someone removed a limb. They also took the lace detailing around the neckline and cut it into a peter pan collar, without asking me, because I would have said no.
The second round of alterations at least made the dress fit me, they made the collar even worse and there just wasn’t enough time left for them to fix it.
The post office lost a lot of our invitations and we didn’t find out till I started calling people who hadn’t rsvp’d yet.
My SIL decided the day before she was supposed to leave for Florida, that she didn’t want to come. At the time she was 24 weeks pregnant and she started getting Braxton Hicks, she told me that the car ride would be too uncomfortable and it might cause her to go into early labor. Since my brother is deployed and couldn’t make it we already had a plan in place to stream the wedding, but she didn’t want to be included in that either. So she literally ignored us the entire time her brother was stateside. No congratulations or anything.
The Good:
My bridesmaids were wonderful. By the end of the night they were crying from exhaustion and still dancing. I love all of them so much.
My husband wasn’t denied leave. This was a huge fear of mine, because they didn’t approve it until the day before he left.
I finished all my projects days before the wedding, even the last minute project I couldn’t talk myself out of.
I had originally asked my cousin to officiate, since we are already married it doesn’t matter if he is ordained, but he got really sick and asked if someone else could do it. Luckily my dad really wanted to and he did a fantastic job even though he forgot the ring section.
DIY Projects I did:
Glitter shoes, water color dog cake topper, watercolor bride and groom cake topper, crochet bridesmaid shawls, crochet bride shawl, Crochet bride and groom doll, crochet doilies for the centerpieces, paper flowers for the wedding, wedding party bouquets and crochet stem wrap, water color mountain scene in a gold frame with a kitschy quote on the glass, painted glass and plastic vases white, painted cake stands (that we didn’t use), painted table numbers gold, my dad built the drink table, Edison light bulb and yarn chandelier, crocheted streamers for pagoda.
In the time versus money debate, all my projects were worth it. I have an art degree; DIY is my thing. If we had just spent the money to buy all these things, it wouldn’t have been us. At the end of the day I enjoyed making every item.
How the day went:
The girls and I woke up and went to the venue as soon as it opened. We tweaked the centerpieces a little bit and then got the outside space decorated for the ceremony.
The hair and makeup appointment didn’t go exactly how the trial went. We all walked out feeling a little like drag queens, but my maid of honor blended everything out a little bit when we got back to the venue and made everything look perfect. We were also hungry, so pub subs saved us some tears.
I forgot the groom’s pants at home, an hour away. Luckily one of my dad’s friends hadn’t left yet and was able to stop and get them. So we didn’t get to do a first look, but that is okay.
My uncle and his family were a huge help with getting all the food setup, the cater dropped it off in the kitchen and we had to take everything out of the cardboard boxes and put it into dishes before moving it out to the dining area.
My grandpa passed away last year and I asked my dad if he were up to it, to do his dinner speech. For special occasions grandpa would take a picture of his dad out of his wallet and pass it around the dinner table for everyone to see, talking about how great his dad was and how proud he would be of all of us. My dad was excited about it, but when he got up there it was a little too much and we all cried.
My grandma had kept a lot of her dresses from when she was younger and she had given one to me that she had hemmed to fit me. To surprise her, I changed into it after dinner. She loved it.
We did a faux send off right before the photographer left, because my DH really wanted those pictures, then went back inside to pack and mingle until everyone was ready to go.
My DH and I left to stay in a lovely BNB that we plan on going back to when he returns from deployment, and enjoyed the rest of honeymoon at Universal and Disney.
In hindsight:
I wish that we had waited to do the wedding till after he came home from deployment. He was only here for 21 days and two weeks of that was spent getting ready for a wedding. We could have traveled more and laid in bed more if we had waited. It was a beautiful event and I wouldn’t change it for the world, I just wish we had more time together.
If your wedding is after thanksgiving, take advantage of all the serve ware that Ross and Marshalls puts out for the holidays.
We should have made a separate email for the wedding, my inbox is destroyed.
If you don’t go to a lot of weddings, I strongly suggest getting a day of coordinator. I asked a family friend to help, she told me a lot of things I didn’t know, and really helped make the wedding match what I saw in my head.
DH and I wrote the ceremony script and assumed that people would know when to stand and sit. Don’t make assumptions, include those cues in the script so your officiant can direct people.
Also, don’t assume people won’t go into the reception area and start eating before the ceremony. Make signs. More than you think you will need.
TLDR: We got married and it was a beautiful day! Editing: formatting
Hey r/frugal, you guys gave me some great mattress buying intel, so now I want to share how it went!
Earlier this week I asked for mattress buying advice considering my priorities were quality, comfort, then price. The two most useful websites you referred me to were sleeplikethedead.com and mattressunderground.com. sleeplikethedead.com was a great source for reviews broken down by types of mattresses, then individual mattresses within each type. The customer satisfaction ratings helped me narrow my search. mattressunderground.com is basically a crash course on the inner workings of the mattress industry and sales structure. I'd equate it to reading "car buying for dummies" before walking onto a car lot. So, freshly enlightened and having a price range we wanted to shoot for ($2000 or below) my wife and I set out to test drive some mattresses. We had found a highly rated queen size mattress on bedinabox.com (that website was also highly rated for online shopping satisfaction). We used this bed as a baseline for our in store shopping. It met all our needs, had a good warranty and return policy, and was under $2000 to our door. (mattress only, no box spring). With this knowledge we hit our first mattress store. It was a small locally owned place in our town, and the night we walked in it was a ghost town. The lone salesman working happened to be the owner. I was expecting a "car salesman" vibe, but he was quite laid back and pleasant. He shook our hands, invited us to look around and lay on some beds, and said he would check on us in a few minutes to see if we had any questions. My wife and I agreed not to look at price tags that might taint our opinion, and just lay on every bed in the store (which we did). Though our first choices didn't overlap, our "strong second" ended up being the same bed, a memory foam/inner spring hybrid made by one of the "big S" brands. I looked at the price. Everything in that line queen or bigger was north of $2000. At this point the owner came over and engaged us in a surprisingly candid conversation about the state of the mattress industry. I think he saw me looking up the model in my phone, because he mentioned how reputable internet stores with generous return policies were cutting into the brick and mortar stores sales number. He also mentioned the price fixing schemes that most of the top brands now engage in. I wondered where he was going with this until he came out with "So the only weapon left in my war chest is unbeatable customer service". He said "I cant lower the price of the mattress, but I can beat the heck out of making you wait for a 200lb box to show up in the mail." He pulled out his business card, turned it over and wrote down the model of the bed we liked, then put the price, and a list of other perks. Free bedframe, box spring, free next day delivery, setup and removal of the old set. Free mattress protective cover, and a 100 day money back guarantee, plus 12 months same as cash if we wanted it. He even said "And I'll call you on the tenth and eleventh month to remind you so you don't go over and get retroactive interest charges". So, this was where it got interesting. I thanked him, told him we might be back, but this was our first stop and we needed to look around. No sooner had I taken a step towards the door and he goes "Hold on, I forgot pillows! I'll give you two memory foam pillows". I knew I was being stroked, but I let it happen. He took us over to the pillows and launched into a rant about the differing needs of back, side and face sleepers, and how he could fit us for the perfect pillow. I thanked him, but said it didn't change the fact that this was our first stop and I couldn't make such a large purchase without making sure I was getting the best deal. We started to walk out and made almost to the door when he shouted from his computer (that he had bolted to) "Hold on! I just remembered something". He clicked away for a second and was like "YES! I THOUGHT SO!" I have a cal king of that model in my warehouse with light shipping damage. Because of that I can sell it below the manufacturers set price!" Now I'm a skeptic, and I figure he knew all along he had that one but wasn't going to give it up except to a customer like me who was on the way out. He showed us a picture and it looked like one corner literally got scuffed on the floor. it was still in plastic which took most of the damage. We hadn't planned on a king because we have a smaller master bedroom and a nice queen bedframe. I mentioned this and he said "you are getting the frame for free and I have some clearance headboards for very good prices". He wrote down the model, size, the list of free stuff, and out the door price with tax of $1910 plus 50% off any marked price on any clearance headboard (essentially making them $100 to $300 dollars) I again thanked him, said "We need to talk about this over dinner" then actually made it out of the store. We drove straight to another mattress store and talked on the way. Pros: Under budget, its a cal king which is nice, he threw in a bunch of stuff we'd have to buy separate online, we will be sleeping on it tomorrow and wont have to haul away the old one. (Have you ever tried to get rid of a mattress? Its like disposing a body). Also, we laid on and both liked the mattress. So we walked into the next mattress store and I handed the salesman the sheet with the goods and prices we were offered. I said "This is where I'm at down the street. How can you earn my business?" He studied it for a minute and said "Honestly I cant beat this on this model. I don't have any on clearance and I cant sell unblemished ones for that price. I'd be breaking my agreement with the manufacturer". I was surprised by his honesty. He said "Patrick is my competitor, and I'd love to get a sale over him, but he has me beat on this one. Unless you want a different mattress, I think you should go back and see him". I was floored. we thanked him for his candor and he said "Tell Pat he owes me one". We went out to the car and called the first place again. I said "We're down the street at Mattress Discounters and they have some interesting deals on floor models. Whats the best you can do for me on a headboard since I have to get rid of my Queen?" He invited us back and said "I have a couple floor models here with superficial damage. I can throw one in if you like either of them." "Great, start pulling everything together. We'll be there in five". We picked out a nice fabric covered headboard that was missing a button. Easy fix. I got an awesome bed setup in my house the next day, all for under our $2000 budget. The "damage" was more like a dirty spot that washed off with a wet cloth. If we had bought all that stuff at list price it would have been north of $3500. I know I could have a little more frugal, but after getting REM sleep for the last three nights I regret nothing. Thank you for the advice. I felt it armed me with the knowledge necessary to negotiate a good deal.
Apologies for any formatting errors, first time poster and all that! So I'm a university student and recently decided I was sick of having a single bed. Figured that with a little parental help, I could afford to upgrade to a queen size. After looking online for a while, I found a really nice bed frame (mattress not included, this is important) at Store A on clearance. Yay! Then found Store B with a sale on mattresses, including a great deal on a brand that was highly recommended to me. Conveniently, it's situated right next door to Store A. Double yay! :) So, having found what I wanted, I struck a deal with the parents and arranged to go in and check out the bed and mattress in person. Walk into Store A, sales lady asks if she can help, and mum and I politely decline. Found the bed without any trouble, checked its sturdiness and height and width and all that, and said we'd go for it. So we find the sales lady and ask when it'll be in stock. Unfortunately they won't have one available for a couple of months yet, but that's okay. Then she points out that the bed frame doesn't come with a mattress and asks if we've seen their range, and this is where things got awkward. We're very non-confrontational people, and neither of us wanted to refuse outright and say we were getting one elsewhere (especially because we hadn't tried it yet and weren't certain). So we followed her over to the mattress range, and the prices are horrendous. Upwards of $1000, and then some. Both of us knew we were never going to buy one of them, no matter how much she tried to convince us. But of course she gave us the pitch about how great they are and how they come apart somehow so it's easy to move them around, and how the quality is really good, etc. etc., and we just let her talk. I felt kind of bad for her, having worked in retail and knowing how important those big sales are for individual employees to make their targets, but it was way out of our price range and not at all what we wanted. Then she drops the bombshell that when you buy a frame, all the mattresses are half price. Obviously she thought that the deal would change our minds, not realising that there was no way in hell that I'd be spending $800 on a mattress. Anyway, I said that I hadn't decided on a mattress yet, it was a bit too expensive for me because I was a student, and I wanted to just look around and get some ideas before deciding, because I had several weeks before the bed frame would arrive. She doesn't get the hint and keeps repeating how great the deal is and how great the mattress is and how "you want to get a good quality one because you want it to last" etc. I felt pretty bad saying no again, just because of how hard she was trying, and eventually I had to put my foot down and say "at this point, I'm not ready to decide on a mattress. I might come back at a later date but I won't be buying one today." She looks a little disgruntled and disappointed but takes us up to the counter and organises all the bed frame ordering and payment and so on. Her service from the moment I said no was definitely less polite and helpful than it had been earlier, and I got the feeling she had taken the loss of sale (of the mattress, I still bought the bed) personally. Now this was already an excruciating ordeal with this sales lady, and I was already hoping that I wouldn't have to deal with her when we collected the bed frame. But we shook it off and immediately went to Store B to look at the mattress I actually wanted. It took a bit longer to find, but once we located the right one (on sale!) and I lay down on it and wiggled around to check the firmness and whatnot, we knew it was a done deal. At this point, the sales guy walks up, this lovely older guy who was very polite, didn't try to push the sale at all, but could obviously see that we had fallen in love with the mattress. He answered a few questions, was extremely helpful regarding ordering it to arrive at the same time as the frame, and was even politely interested in what I was studying. After Sales Lady, it was a refreshing change - not that she wasn't polite or helpful, just overbearing. What I wasn't aware of is that Store A and Store B must have had a connecting door, so presumably they shared some resources or something. Because as I was sitting on the edge of the mattress and very definitively telling Sales Guy that I would take it, Sales Lady walks straight past and shoots me the dirtiest look! I swear the timing was unbelievable, she literally walked behind Sales Guy as I was looking in their direction and telling him that the mattress was perfect. So, after telling Sales Lady that I wouldn't be buying a mattress today, she witnessed me doing exactly that. TL:DR - Told overbearing sales lady that I didn't want an expensive mattress from her store, ended up buying a cheaper one from the store next door while she watched.
Looking ay buying a mattress that was a "demo", am I an idiot?
Me and the wife are in the market for a new bed set and are upgrading from a queen to a king as she is getting tired of me accidentally assaulting her during the night when shifting positions. We looked at a local store (Havety's) and they have some mattresses on clearance that were on the show floor and have been laid on by an unknown amount of people. One that caught our eye is a Tempur-pedic cloud luxe that they want $2199 and they include two box springs. Another is a Serta (don't remember exact model) for $1199 with two box spring mattress supports. I know the prices are solid and around 35-50% off the normal price, but am I going about this the wrong way buying something that has been demoed? I will be cleaning our pick thoroughly if we go this route - but is the possible use going to effect the longevity or warranties of the mattress? Thanks in advance on any tips you can provide. TL;DR: is buying a floor demo mattress a good idea or not. Edit: thanks for the advice everyone. After much deliberation between me and the wife we went with a new mattress and got a great deal due to a sale at the store we went to. Thank you to everyone for your input and helping us decide which way to go!
2X, I'm hurt, pissed, and lost a friend. I need someone to tell me it's not wrong to feel this way.
I'm going to keep this as short as I can, but it's going to end up long anyway so here's your TL;DR: My best friend used me and bailed. My(former)best friend Judy(obvious name change)and I have known each other for over 5 years. We clicked instantly and were inseparable after that. We worked together, lived together, did everything together, I'm in the top 3 of her daughter's favorite people, and I love that kid like my own. Two years into our friendship, I moved to a different state, but we kept in touch. She and her "baby daddy" had always had joint custody, but a year after I moved, she hit a rough patch financially and Mary(another obvious name change)had to move in with her daddy. Judy still had visits, but Mary lived with her dad full time. A year ago, things were better, but still not great, and Judy started talking about getting full custody of Mary. The dad was not up to par(no blatant abuse, but seriously detrimental to Mary. I won't get into that here though). Opportunities are better where I live, and the cost of living is way cheaper here(small town)so when she came up with the idea to move here and finally get 100% on her feet I was totally supportive and said come on down. She moved in with my boyfriend and I in February under the understanding that she was to gain stable employment, and when she was ready, find her own place to create a stable life and file to get full custody of her daughter. She did find a job within two weeks, and my mother-in-law vouched for her with a long time friend so he would rent her a house 3 months later. Things were going on track and I was proud of her. Then she did stupid thing #1. She jumped the gun and filed for custody of her daughter meaning she would have to attend court dates 5 states away with only a shaky hold on her new life. Whatever, I understand being impatient, so I was still supportive. Being that she is my best friend, and I love her daughter, I bent over backwards trying to help her make everything as perfect as possible. She worked 3rd shift at the time, so when the utility guys needed someone to be at her new place, I was there. When the water was turned on to find pipes busted under the house, I called the landlord and plumbers and handled the situation. I spent weeks cleaning and scrubbing every square inch of the house to make it move in ready(it had been empty for some 6 months). She had no furniture and the house came with no appliances, so I scoured every thrift store, clearance sale, and yard sale trying to find things. All told I bought or used my truck and gas to haul: a couch, recliner, two end tables, a tv stand, a tv, stuff to hook up her components to said tv, remote for the tv, a desk, various small kitchen appliances, a stove(and cord for the stove), a fridge, a dining set, a queen size bed and mattress, a day bed and mattress, dishes, silverware, pots and pans, utensils, cleaning supplies, toys for Mary, clothes for Mary, shelves, wall art for her daughter's room, wall art for the whole house, gas money for her car when she came up short, groceries when she came up short, and spent hours on hours helping her get the place ready. She spent about $100 total for all of that. I bought the rest and even when she did buy things, they were large and over an hour away so I had to use my truck and trailer to haul them and she never gave me a penny for gas. She was my best friend though, and I had the time and money while she was struggling, so I had no problem doing all that. Until stupid things #'s 2 and 3. Stupid thing #2. She had been dating a guy for 2 months when he needed a place to stay so she let him move in with her. A few weeks later, said guy broke down in her car 2 hours away, so of course the BF and I handled that too, picking him up and hauling her car to the nearest shop. Meanwhile, she has a court date for Mary, and I had promised to go with her. She had no car and bad credit, so the BF put a rental car on his credit car so we'd have a vehicle with good gas mileage to get to it. It would have cost her twice as much as the rental in gas in our big ass truck. While there, she commits stupid thing #3. We were staying at her grandma's(who is undergoing chemo for her 3rd bout of cancer. this is important later) and her mom is also there. The court case gets continued, but she gets 4 days of overnight visits with her daughter, so we are all thrilled and make tons of plans, do tons of things, and her mom and I spend a ton of money spoiling Judy to death. Then her grandpa in died and her mom was going to have to leave to go make arrangements for that 2 states away. Her last night with her daughter(with her mom having to leave early the next morning)she decides she's going to leave Judy with us to go fuck her ex. She left that little girl crying her eyes out("Mommy don't leave me again!" fucking heartbreaking)to go fuck her ex. Then, doesn't get back until 2 in the goddamn morning leaving her sick grandma up worrying, her mom freaking out, her daughter going to sleep without her, and me having to try and handle it all. When I called her out on how stupid and rude it was she THREATENED TO LEAVE ME 5 STATES AWAY AND DRIVE HOME WITHOUT ME, IN THE CAR MY BF RENTED FOR HER. I was done at that point. I told her the car was coming with me, if she wanted a ride, she better be ready by noon the next day, and I was done helping her. Her mom agreed that it was exceedingly nice for me to even offer her the ride back and agreed that I should force her to do it all on her own if she was going to be that ungrateful. It was a frosty ride home. Over a month went by and she and I barely spoke. Then we kinda made up, but it never was the same. Then yesterday. She sends me a fucking text message telling me that she wants to come over to my house to get her last odds and ends that she had left here because she is MOVING BACK TO BE WITH HER EX. I was floored. I told her that she could have her stuff, but I felt as though my efforts were wasted and I was coming to get every single thing my money had bought back. She then proceeds to tell me that the guy she was dating here is still going to be living in the house(and not telling my family friend landlord about it)and anything in her house is hers and to stop being a selfish bitch. WHAT? So now I have spent well over $2,000, days and days of my time, and all this effort, not for her and Mary, but some guy I barely know. I'll never see or talk to Mary again. One thing is for sure, my mother-in-law has already to spoken to the landlord, and the guy will not be living in that house. I feel sorry for him for that, but we're not going to let him get screwed over too. I am hurt. How can my "best friend" treat me this way after all I've done? How can she rip Mary away from me like this? I am really sorry for this wall of text, but I had to get it out to some impartial parties. Of course my BF and his family and our other friends think I'm 100% validated, but they think everything I feel is validated. Edit:My god, now that it's up, it's clear that it is a HUGE wall of text. I am so, so sorry ladies. If you read the whole thing, you are truly a fucking saint. EDIT 2: The "ex" that she left her daughter to sleep with and now is moving back to is not her daughter's father. He's a guy she dated for 6 months or so, 2 years after they split up. She originally left him because he was physically and emotionally abusive to her and was jealous of her daughter. DOES NOT COMPUTE
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