tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post112560883732344140..comments2009-01-06T22:28:25.380-05:00Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1126105933058423192005-09-07T11:12:00.000-04:002005-09-07T11:12:00.000-04:00I actually do know what happened to the disgusting girl page, but you'll have to wait until I finish this post. Sorry it's been a while, I'm still in the process of settling in, plus we had no internet access for a few days.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1126102081064330972005-09-07T10:08:00.000-04:002005-09-07T10:08:00.000-04:00Not only does this post bum me out--but so does the fact that the Disgusting Girl page has gone away.<BR/>Anyone know what happened to it?<BR/><BR/>Oh and sorry about your woes there john.<BR/><BR/><BR/>;)Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08822245578405594236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1125732410364973562005-09-03T03:26:00.000-04:002005-09-03T03:26:00.000-04:00In the UK building regs say the only outlet you can only have in a bathroom is a shaver socket. It must be switched and it must be out of reach of anyone standing or sitting in a bath or shower as must any light switch or light fitting. I was gobsmacked therefore when I found there was a row of 110V outlets along the edge of the bench that had the insets for the wash basins in it just two feet from the bath.<BR/><BR/>I got fed up of my mother's house being a sty. She now lives in a caravan. 20 years later, my house is a sty. *sigh*TRThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04125994804939445652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1125711280820117772005-09-02T21:34:00.000-04:002005-09-02T21:34:00.000-04:00"Generic Con 2006 will be held under the Rte. 3 overpass in Weymouth"<BR/><BR/>Which one?Josehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613328534880543616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1125693211245494942005-09-02T16:33:00.000-04:002005-09-02T16:33:00.000-04:00Kids don't notice things like that nearly as much as adults do. My mother was always bothered by the fact that nothing ever worked in our house (sink, shower, ceiling fan, etc.) and never had new toys, but we didn't care about that stuff. We made forts out of cardboard boxes and were happy.trinamickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425996576805444118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1125692668617886062005-09-02T16:24:00.000-04:002005-09-02T16:24:00.000-04:00I had to stay with my wife's parents when we moved into the Boston area, and it was no picnic. It's hard to live with the rents when you've been calling your own shots for so long. Good luck, but GET OUT!Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03826962827901409012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1125678062604412292005-09-02T12:21:00.000-04:002005-09-02T12:21:00.000-04:00It's ok, you don't have to be upbeat and funny <EM>every</EM> day. Just most of them.Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478079861724476336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1125677987015572732005-09-02T12:19:00.000-04:002005-09-02T12:19:00.000-04:00Alright, I feel better now. Sorry about that. <BR/><BR/>If it was just me moving back home, I probably wouldn't even give it a second thought, but with Michele and Brianna it feels like I let everbody down. Especially Brianna. The kid doesn't have a room anymore. That's just not right.<BR/><BR/>But on the other hand, she loves it at my mom's house. She hasn't complained at all about any of this, she thinks it's great. And even though we're all sort of cramped now, it really is better for her here, because there are other kids her age to play with on my parents' street. Plus there's the huge back and front yards. All we had at the apartment was a strip of grass in the front. Well, there was the beach across the street, but there's a lot of unsavory characters over there.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, thanks for the pep talk. I know we'll be fine. But just in case, everyone should now that Generic Con 2006 will be held under the Rte. 3 overpass in Weymouth. Entertainment will be provided by Boxcar Louie, who will play a jew's harp and fight with imaginary people. BYOB. (Bring your own beans.)Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1125674108975234692005-09-02T11:15:00.000-04:002005-09-02T11:15:00.000-04:00Yeah, and I don't think your parents would be too thrilled if we did that now.trinamickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425996576805444118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1125672230719447222005-09-02T10:43:00.000-04:002005-09-02T10:43:00.000-04:00Moving sucks, especially when you don't really want to. <BR/>But I agree with jose. You didn't fail at anything. Well, except at being upbeat. :P<BR/>Besides, if you hadn't moved we all would have shown up for 'Generic Con 2005' and ended up trashing the place.NYPinTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03098252725082332177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1125668742675210412005-09-02T09:45:00.000-04:002005-09-02T09:45:00.000-04:00Yeah, that sucks. But think of it this way - once you erase the hideous debt, then you can go back, buy the entire apartment complex, and put outlets in the bathrooms. <BR/><BR/>My mother and I have discussed my moving back in with her. It's hard for her to make it on her own, and my being broke is a given, so it would be much easier for both of us. But since we can't live within 100 yards of each other without being homicidal, it's better that we don't.<BR/><BR/>OT, there are no electrical outlets in my bedroom. Very strange, that.trinamickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425996576805444118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1125617140361250902005-09-01T19:25:00.000-04:002005-09-01T19:25:00.000-04:00Don't feel like a failure, you didn't fail at anything.Josehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613328534880543616noreply@blogger.com