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2023.03.30 00:28 average_texas_guy Why I Love Baseball
TL;DR version: Baseball lives in my family tree and in the fabric of America. The story of baseball is the story of America. The subtlety of the gamesmanship, the sounds of the game, and the smells of the park, all make baseball a unique shared experience between you and the player and fans, unlike any other sport.
Why do I love baseball? This is a big question. The game itself is fascinating to me, no doubt about that. A lot of games are exciting though. I like football, basketball, and soccer for example. But those games don't live in my heart the way baseball does. So what is it? What makes baseball such a passion while other sports are relegated to games I like to watch?
I'm a little older than a lot of folks on here. I'm 50, not ancient by any stretch but not young anymore either. When I was growing up baseball was different. It was massively popular and everyone that I knew, man, woman, and child, had at least a passing interest in the game. My grandmother was the biggest baseball fan I knew. The Kansas City Royals were her team. When I would go visit my grandparents in the summer, every single night we either watched the game in the living room or went to the game. We went to a game at least a couple of times every time I visited.
My father was a ball player, a good one too. He had a tryout with his hometown Royals and they were interested in signing him to a minor league deal. He played catcher. Unfortunately, he had already enlisted in the Army and was about to ship out for basic training and, eventually Vietnam. They told him to come to talk to him after he had completed his tour. While he was in Vietnam he got two purple hearts and a Bronze Star with a cluster for valor. He also got a knee full of shrapnel and, as you can imagine, a pro ball club had very limited interest in signing a catcher with bum knees. So that was that. I could have been the son of a pro ball player, but I wasn't.
It wasn't just that my grandmother was a baseball fan. It wasn't just that my dad was a ballplayer. Hell, I didn't even know my dad until I turned 18 but that's a different story. My stepdad was not a nice person. He hated me and I was no fan of his. But baseball was something we could bond over. We could watch a game and for three hours, we didn't want to kill each other. It was peace in the middle east so to speak. Baseball was a safe space for the two of us to enjoy spending time together.
But the reasons you had for disliking baseball are largely the reasons I love the game. You say the game is slow and, to be fair, it does appear to be slow. But that's the joy of it. You can relax and soak everything in. Going to a ball game is a magical experience where you and your friends have plenty of time to discuss how the team is doing, whether or not that kid in triple-A is going to pan out, and just experience being together in a space that lets you think. I have made a lot of friends at ballparks. People sit near me for an afternoon and we engage in conversations about the game. We have some beers and cheer and moan and then we part ways, never to see each other again. But one afternoon, those strangers and I become good friends. And while you say there is nothing happening, there are so many subtle and amazing things happening every second. If you watch football, there really is nothing happening once the whistle blows and the next snap happens. But baseball is constantly in flux. The pitcher communicating with the catcher, the baserunners and the coaches, the baserunners and the batter, slight shifts in fielder positions, there is always a delicate dance of clockwork precision happening anytime the players are on the field.
There is intimacy to the game. Many an evening has been spent sitting in the front row in the outfield seats and you are actually able to say things to the fielder and he can hear you and sometimes respond. There are few feelings as good as cracking a joke to a player and having them laugh or turn around and give you a thumbs up because you hit them with a good one. You can't do this at a football game or at a basketball game. There is no intimacy in those settings between the fans and the players.
The main reason I like baseball though is the very American identity of it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an overly patriotic guy, but baseball is one of the very few American creations. Much like jazz music, its roots are in America and it is OUR sport. People have been bonding over baseball since the 1800s and I hope it lasts forever.
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Why do I love baseball? This is a big question. The game itself is fascinating to me, no doubt about that. A lot of games are exciting though. I like football, basketball, and soccer for example. But those games don't live in my heart the way baseball does. So what is it? What makes baseball such a passion while other sports are relegated to games I like to watch?
I'm a little older than a lot of folks on here. I'm 50, not ancient by any stretch but not young anymore either. When I was growing up baseball was different. It was massively popular and everyone that I knew, man, woman, and child, had at least a passing interest in the game. My grandmother was the biggest baseball fan I knew. The Kansas City Royals were her team. When I would go visit my grandparents in the summer, every single night we either watched the game in the living room or went to the game. We went to a game at least a couple of times every time I visited.
My father was a ball player, a good one too. He had a tryout with his hometown Royals and they were interested in signing him to a minor league deal. He played catcher. Unfortunately, he had already enlisted in the Army and was about to ship out for basic training and, eventually Vietnam. They told him to come to talk to him after he had completed his tour. While he was in Vietnam he got two purple hearts and a Bronze Star with a cluster for valor. He also got a knee full of shrapnel and, as you can imagine, a pro ball club had very limited interest in signing a catcher with bum knees. So that was that. I could have been the son of a pro ball player, but I wasn't.
It wasn't just that my grandmother was a baseball fan. It wasn't just that my dad was a ballplayer. Hell, I didn't even know my dad until I turned 18 but that's a different story. My stepdad was not a nice person. He hated me and I was no fan of his. But baseball was something we could bond over. We could watch a game and for three hours, we didn't want to kill each other. It was peace in the middle east so to speak. Baseball was a safe space for the two of us to enjoy spending time together.
But the reasons you had for disliking baseball are largely the reasons I love the game. You say the game is slow and, to be fair, it does appear to be slow. But that's the joy of it. You can relax and soak everything in. Going to a ball game is a magical experience where you and your friends have plenty of time to discuss how the team is doing, whether or not that kid in triple-A is going to pan out, and just experience being together in a space that lets you think. I have made a lot of friends at ballparks. People sit near me for an afternoon and we engage in conversations about the game. We have some beers and cheer and moan and then we part ways, never to see each other again. But one afternoon, those strangers and I become good friends. And while you say there is nothing happening, there are so many subtle and amazing things happening every second. If you watch football, there really is nothing happening once the whistle blows and the next snap happens. But baseball is constantly in flux. The pitcher communicating with the catcher, the baserunners and the coaches, the baserunners and the batter, slight shifts in fielder positions, there is always a delicate dance of clockwork precision happening anytime the players are on the field.
There is intimacy to the game. Many an evening has been spent sitting in the front row in the outfield seats and you are actually able to say things to the fielder and he can hear you and sometimes respond. There are few feelings as good as cracking a joke to a player and having them laugh or turn around and give you a thumbs up because you hit them with a good one. You can't do this at a football game or at a basketball game. There is no intimacy in those settings between the fans and the players.
The main reason I like baseball though is the very American identity of it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an overly patriotic guy, but baseball is one of the very few American creations. Much like jazz music, its roots are in America and it is OUR sport. People have been bonding over baseball since the 1800s and I hope it lasts forever.
2023.03.30 00:28 tawberri Trip Review (March 2023) - La Fortuna, Monteverde, Manuel Antonio - Part 2
part 2…
Manuel Antonio - Again, so so so happy we came here. We were here for 3 full days but could’ve stayed for a week as we wanted to visit Uvita/Marino Ballena NP, Nauyaca Waterfall, and possibly do a catamaran or mangrove tour. I really don’t understand the comments of MA being a tourist trap, overly crowded, overpriced, etc. We never experienced this and visited during high season! The beaches were stunning and not crowded at all. The wildlife here is incredible, from our Airbnb we saw monkeys, toucans, and macaws everyday.
Activities:
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Manuel Antonio - Again, so so so happy we came here. We were here for 3 full days but could’ve stayed for a week as we wanted to visit Uvita/Marino Ballena NP, Nauyaca Waterfall, and possibly do a catamaran or mangrove tour. I really don’t understand the comments of MA being a tourist trap, overly crowded, overpriced, etc. We never experienced this and visited during high season! The beaches were stunning and not crowded at all. The wildlife here is incredible, from our Airbnb we saw monkeys, toucans, and macaws everyday.
Activities:
- Manuel Antonio Park: Arrived at 10am and there was no line to get in. The trails weren’t overly busy either, apart from a few areas near the beach. We parked in the closest parking lot beside Sol Frozen Yogurt for 4000 CRC. Only one or two people tried to get us to park earlier but nobody was aggressive. Without a guide we were able to see deer, various birds, capuchin monkeys, a howler monkey, a frog, and crabs. Make sure you bring a reusable water bottle!
- Playa Espadilla: Paid $5000 CRC one day for 2 chairs and a bed, and $5 USD the next day for the same thing. The beach is gorgeous and not crowded at all. Lots of spots to lay down a towel in the shade if you don’t want to pay for chairs. There is free parking on the road in front of buena vista hotel. There are vendors that try to sell you stuff on the beach but no more than any other tourist beach.
- El Avion: Food and service is average but it’s still worth it for the atmosphere and sunset view.
- En Todas: Delicious fresh food right by the beach, service is a bit slow but the it was worth it for the food. Enjoyed the tacos and quesadillas.
- Musmanni: Cheap bakery with sweet and savoury pastries. Great spot to grab some food for the beach or for a quick breakfast.
- Sabromar: Amazing local seafood restaurant in Quepos, great prices, get the red snapper! Ended up going here twice because it was so good.
- Cafe Agua Azul: Beautiful view, came early expecting happy hour but there wasn’t one, at least not on Saturday. The drinks and food were good, not crazy overpriced either.
- El Chante: Affordable spot right outside the park, not the greatest food but good enough for a quick bite after the park.
- Pops: Great ice cream spot in Quepos.
2023.03.30 00:28 Adobows03 I feel like I lost a brother.
I've been on this subreddit for a while now, mostly lurking but I figured I would share my story, because I needed to get it out somewhere.
I'm a freshman in college, and my senior year of high school was absolutely amazing. I had a fantastic group of friends, was super active in clubs, and I started dating the most amazing girl ever. She felt like the love of my life. I had gone through a pretty rough break up the summer beforehand, but she pulled me out of it, and helped me move on.
One of the guys I was friends with became super close with me. He was a junior at the time, so a year below me. We would hang out as soon as we both got to school, and I would drive him across the parking lot at the end of the day so he wouldn't have to walk so far to his car. We did everything we could together. On the weekends, we would either hang out, or play video games with each other. He actually ended up helping my girlfriend plan a surprise party for my birthday, even though I never did anything for my birthday. On one of the retreats for a club we were in, he ended up crying on my shoulder, and thanking me for being his friend. Hell, we slept in the same bed whenever we hung out at friends' houses.
All this to say, he was my brother. I loved him. I cared about him a lot, and I could never want any harm to come to him. He was one of the few underclassmen to come to my graduation, and be there for me. He was one of my best friends in the entire world.
My girlfriend was also a junior, and we both knew that college was going to be difficult. My college was only about two hours away, but going from seeing each other daily to once or twice a month was hard. We toughed it out through the first semester, but we ended up breaking up on New Years' Eve. We had dated for about a year and a half, and her saying goodbye to me was one of the hardest things ever. We both said we wanted a future with each other, and we wanted to try again one day. The last thing she told me before I drove away was that she was going to be my wife one day, and she kissed me one more time.
That itself was already difficult, and I was having a hard time coping. I talked to my friend a lot about it, and he was always there for me. There were multiple times that I ended up calling him and crying, because I was having a panic attack, or just needed somebody there with me. And he was always there. He knew what I was going through, and how much I was hurting.
But about a month and a half later, my ex girlfriend calls me, and she says that the two of them went out on a date, and that she was telling me because she didn't want me to find out from someone else. This just completely broke me. I shut down for the next few days, and I didn't hear from either of them until he texted me asking if we could talk. We ended up chatting that weekend, and he admitted that he knew that it was going to hurt me, but still did it.
We haven't talked since. Two months later, and I'm still at a loss for words. I've ended up turning to self harm, even though I know I shouldn't. I've been able to mostly keep it under control, but it still hurts so much every day. Even seeing a picture of either of them is enough to almost send me into a panic attack. Losing him has been almost as hard as losing her. I feel like I lost my brother. I only had a sister growing up, so I never really ended up knowing what that was like. But with him, I did. I loved him so much. But he did this knowing that it would hurt me, and knowing what it would do to me. I still miss him every day. There's not a day that goes by that I didn't wish I could send him a meme, or invite him to play a game, or just call and talk.
That's all I've really got right now, I just needed to get this out. I'm seeing a therapist and a psychiatrist, but I wanted to share my story here too.
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I'm a freshman in college, and my senior year of high school was absolutely amazing. I had a fantastic group of friends, was super active in clubs, and I started dating the most amazing girl ever. She felt like the love of my life. I had gone through a pretty rough break up the summer beforehand, but she pulled me out of it, and helped me move on.
One of the guys I was friends with became super close with me. He was a junior at the time, so a year below me. We would hang out as soon as we both got to school, and I would drive him across the parking lot at the end of the day so he wouldn't have to walk so far to his car. We did everything we could together. On the weekends, we would either hang out, or play video games with each other. He actually ended up helping my girlfriend plan a surprise party for my birthday, even though I never did anything for my birthday. On one of the retreats for a club we were in, he ended up crying on my shoulder, and thanking me for being his friend. Hell, we slept in the same bed whenever we hung out at friends' houses.
All this to say, he was my brother. I loved him. I cared about him a lot, and I could never want any harm to come to him. He was one of the few underclassmen to come to my graduation, and be there for me. He was one of my best friends in the entire world.
My girlfriend was also a junior, and we both knew that college was going to be difficult. My college was only about two hours away, but going from seeing each other daily to once or twice a month was hard. We toughed it out through the first semester, but we ended up breaking up on New Years' Eve. We had dated for about a year and a half, and her saying goodbye to me was one of the hardest things ever. We both said we wanted a future with each other, and we wanted to try again one day. The last thing she told me before I drove away was that she was going to be my wife one day, and she kissed me one more time.
That itself was already difficult, and I was having a hard time coping. I talked to my friend a lot about it, and he was always there for me. There were multiple times that I ended up calling him and crying, because I was having a panic attack, or just needed somebody there with me. And he was always there. He knew what I was going through, and how much I was hurting.
But about a month and a half later, my ex girlfriend calls me, and she says that the two of them went out on a date, and that she was telling me because she didn't want me to find out from someone else. This just completely broke me. I shut down for the next few days, and I didn't hear from either of them until he texted me asking if we could talk. We ended up chatting that weekend, and he admitted that he knew that it was going to hurt me, but still did it.
We haven't talked since. Two months later, and I'm still at a loss for words. I've ended up turning to self harm, even though I know I shouldn't. I've been able to mostly keep it under control, but it still hurts so much every day. Even seeing a picture of either of them is enough to almost send me into a panic attack. Losing him has been almost as hard as losing her. I feel like I lost my brother. I only had a sister growing up, so I never really ended up knowing what that was like. But with him, I did. I loved him so much. But he did this knowing that it would hurt me, and knowing what it would do to me. I still miss him every day. There's not a day that goes by that I didn't wish I could send him a meme, or invite him to play a game, or just call and talk.
That's all I've really got right now, I just needed to get this out. I'm seeing a therapist and a psychiatrist, but I wanted to share my story here too.
2023.03.30 00:28 TreeLeaves0 The painting in the back
A few years ago I worked at this strange American Eagle store not that far outside my home town. I was short on money and figured the job would be fun considering my love for fashion. During my first week there I was informed by one of the employees (who we’ll call Dave) about a creepy painting in the far back near the changing rooms. Dave advised me not to look at it for too long and to pretend it’s not even there. I found this a little unsettling at first but ultimately forgot about it. In my mind I figured Dave was just a jokester and was trying to scare me for his pure amusement. A few weeks later another employee (who we shall call Kate) started to talk about the painting during our lunch break. I laughed thinking her and Dave were pranking me or something but her face turned icy and cold. “Don’t believe me, then look for yourself!,” she said before getting up for the bathroom. I was intrigued so out of pure curiosity I walked over to the back where they both told me it would be. I haven’t really had the need to go back there yet so this was the first time I saw it. The painting was of a man walking his dog. There was absolutely nothing wrong with it. I stared at it and shook my head. I was a little disappointed. I went to walk away but this chill ran down my spine that made me turn around. The dog that was once on a leash held by the man, was now walking freely with his teeth in a snarl. The man himself seemed to be looking into my soul. My lunch break was soon over and I tried not to think about the painting and how it seemed to change by itself. At the end of my work shift, before heading home, I decided to check it out once more. To my surprise the dog was back on its leash and looked as happy as ever. That’s when my eyes jumped up to where the man was. He was smiling with all his teeth showing. He was not like this before. His eyes looked to be the darkest shade of gray and he was holding the dogs leash with just one finger. I closed my eyes trying to remember if this was what it originally looked like but my gut told me to keep my eyes closed. I started to hear shuffling in one of the changing rooms closest to me. The only ones left in the store were me and Kate. I said her name out loud hoping to god that she was the one I was hearing. There was no response. A cold breeze washed over my face. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter out of fear. After what seemed like hours I opened my eyes. I let out a gasp as I looked at the painting in front of me. I know this is going to sound crazy but you have to believe me. The painting in front of me was of an old women holding a basket of flowers with a bright smile on her face. She seemed to be smiling back at me. I ran over to Kate who I knew would believe me and told her what had happened. She nodded and said, and I quote, “It does that”. I asked her why they don’t just take it down and she froze. Her eyes started to tear up and she looked over my shoulder. I don’t know what it is she saw and I guess I’ll never know, because at that very moment I grabbed my jacket, phone, and car keys, and walked out the door. I know it sounds like a bitch move, but by the look In Kate’s eyes it wasn’t her that was in trouble. I waited in the parking lot to make sure Kate got out ok before driving off. I quit a few days later. Those last few days I avoided the painting with great ease. That is, until Dave asked me to get a few hangers from the back. I hesitated but decided it wasn’t that big of a deal. As soon as I made my way to the back I halted to a stop. The painting was gone. I asked Kate and Dave about it and they both looked at me confused. “What painting?,” Dave asked tilting his head. I stared at him in shock. I looked over to Kate for her help but she seemed just as confused as Dave was. I begged them both to tell me they were kidding but they seemed really adamant on the fact that there was no such painting. A month later I came to the store with my little cousin to get her some clothes for the summer. I let her do her thing and looked around the place. Come to find out Kate quit shortly after I left without any explanation. Dave however was still folding clothes in the mens section. I walked over to him and we started catching up. My little cousin signaled that she was done and I said goodbye to Dave. However, as soon as I turned to leave he grabbed my arm firmly. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He pulled me close and whispered something in my ear that I’ll never forget. “It waits for you in the back”. He then dropped my arm and picked up another shirt to fold. I slowly walked away and headed for the cashier, but something pulled me over to that back area. Maybe it was curiosity or maybe it was pure stupidity. When I got there I was met face to face with with the painting. It was just black. A black background in a frame on a wall. I looked at it contemplating whether or not I should inspect it. That’s when my cousin ran up to me with all her clothes in hand. She turned to see what I was looking at and smiled. “What a nice painting of a man and his dog.,” she said. My stomach dropped. I pulled her by her arm and quickly paid for the clothes. We got the hell out of there as fast as we could. Its been a little over 3 years now but the whole situation still makes me nauseous. I haven’t and will never go back to the place because I never, and I mean NEVER, want to see the painting in the back again.
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2023.03.30 00:27 TreeLeaves0 The painting in the back
A few years ago I worked at this strange American Eagle store not that far outside my home town. I was short on money and figured the job would be fun considering my love for fashion. During my first week there I was informed by one of the employees (who we’ll call Dave) about a creepy painting in the far back near the changing rooms. Dave advised me not to look at it for too long and to pretend it’s not even there. I found this a little unsettling at first but ultimately forgot about it. In my mind I figured Dave was just a jokester and was trying to scare me for his pure amusement. A few weeks later another employee (who we shall call Kate) started to talk about the painting during our lunch break. I laughed thinking her and Dave were pranking me or something but her face turned icy and cold. “Don’t believe me, then look for yourself!,” she said before getting up for the bathroom. I was intrigued so out of pure curiosity I walked over to the back where they both told me it would be. I haven’t really had the need to go back there yet so this was the first time I saw it. The painting was of a man walking his dog. There was absolutely nothing wrong with it. I stared at it and shook my head. I was a little disappointed. I went to walk away but this chill ran down my spine that made me turn around. The dog that was once on a leash held by the man, was now walking freely with his teeth in a snarl. The man himself seemed to be looking into my soul. My lunch break was soon over and I tried not to think about the painting and how it seemed to change by itself. At the end of my work shift, before heading home, I decided to check it out once more. To my surprise the dog was back on its leash and looked as happy as ever. That’s when my eyes jumped up to where the man was. He was smiling with all his teeth showing. He was not like this before. His eyes looked to be the darkest shade of gray and he was holding the dogs leash with just one finger. I closed my eyes trying to remember if this was what it originally looked like but my gut told me to keep my eyes closed. I started to hear shuffling in one of the changing rooms closest to me. The only ones left in the store were me and Kate. I said her name out loud hoping to god that she was the one I was hearing. There was no response. A cold breeze washed over my face. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter out of fear. After what seemed like hours I opened my eyes. I let out a gasp as I looked at the painting in front of me. I know this is going to sound crazy but you have to believe me. The painting in front of me was of an old women holding a basket of flowers with a bright smile on her face. She seemed to be smiling back at me. I ran over to Kate who I knew would believe me and told her what had happened. She nodded and said, and I quote, “It does that”. I asked her why they don’t just take it down and she froze. Her eyes started to tear up and she looked over my shoulder. I don’t know what it is she saw and I guess I’ll never know, because at that very moment I grabbed my jacket, phone, and car keys, and walked out the door. I know it sounds like a bitch move, but by the look In Kate’s eyes it wasn’t her that was in trouble. I waited in the parking lot to make sure Kate got out ok before driving off. I quit a few days later. Those last few days I avoided the painting with great ease. That is, until Dave asked me to get a few hangers from the back. I hesitated but decided it wasn’t that big of a deal. As soon as I made my way to the back I halted to a stop. The painting was gone. I asked Kate and Dave about it and they both looked at me confused. “What painting?,” Dave asked tilting his head. I stared at him in shock. I looked over to Kate for her help but she seemed just as confused as Dave was. I begged them both to tell me they were kidding but they seemed really adamant on the fact that there was no such painting. A month later I came to the store with my little cousin to get her some clothes for the summer. I let her do her thing and looked around the place. Come to find out Kate quit shortly after I left without any explanation. Dave however was still folding clothes in the mens section. I walked over to him and we started catching up. My little cousin signaled that she was done and I said goodbye to Dave. However, as soon as I turned to leave he grabbed my arm firmly. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He pulled me close and whispered something in my ear that I’ll never forget. “It waits for you in the back”. He then dropped my arm and picked up another shirt to fold. I slowly walked away and headed for the cashier, but something pulled me over to that back area. Maybe it was curiosity or maybe it was pure stupidity. When I got there I was met face to face with with the painting. It was just black. A black background in a frame on a wall. I looked at it contemplating whether or not I should inspect it. That’s when my cousin ran up to me with all her clothes in hand. She turned to see what I was looking at and smiled. “What a nice painting of a man and his dog.,” she said. My stomach dropped. I pulled her by her arm and quickly paid for the clothes. We got the hell out of there as fast as we could. Its been a little over 3 years now but the whole situation still makes me nauseous. I haven’t and will never go back to the place because I never, and I mean NEVER, want to see the painting in the back again.
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2023.03.30 00:27 Sarah_username My son broke his femur on vacation and I have so many questions.
Title says it all. My 12 year old broke his femur (trampoline park, just landed a normal bounce strangely), needed to have immediate surgery to get an ORIF, and stayed at the hospital 3 days. But the fun part is that we were a 15 hour drive away from home, visiting his grandparents over spring break. Super fun. He had the surgery last Wednesday and we were able to get back home yesterday. He is still in a lot of pain and still needs significant assistance.
But I just feel so lost. We can't easily consult the pediatric ortho surgeon and we don't have a follow up because of the distance. I just feel like I have no information and a lot of questions. The current plan is to see a doctor here (have appt next week) and send the surgeon x-rays and eventually go back and get his rod removed because he falls into that range where he'll grow too much to keep it in. He'll use a wheelchair at school and a walker at home for six weeks. I feel like I've had to assert that his injury is actually severe because he doesn't have a cast. He doesn't have a cast because it was too severe to treat with a cast and the surgeon said his rod and screws take the place of protecting the break. But I think people think that means he's less hurt and I don't know if that's even common practice to not cast after that.
His school asked how long I thought he'd be out of school and I have no idea what is even the normal range for this type of injury/surgery. I don't feel like I have anyone to ask! I didn't know how serious a femur break was and I didn't know he'd need surgery and I didn't know he'd be hospitalized. I just feel like a lot of people need information from me and I don't know shit. I'm in awe of all of you who had to experience the physical pain and also deal with the logistical nightmares. You are amazing.
Did anyone here have a femur break? Did you have to take a lot of time of work/school/life? He literally had the surgery a week ago today.
Thank you so much for listening to my rant. It's just a lot. I'll include a picture I snapped of his x-ray because like I said, I know nothing about anything, but I think it's pretty gnarly.
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But I just feel so lost. We can't easily consult the pediatric ortho surgeon and we don't have a follow up because of the distance. I just feel like I have no information and a lot of questions. The current plan is to see a doctor here (have appt next week) and send the surgeon x-rays and eventually go back and get his rod removed because he falls into that range where he'll grow too much to keep it in. He'll use a wheelchair at school and a walker at home for six weeks. I feel like I've had to assert that his injury is actually severe because he doesn't have a cast. He doesn't have a cast because it was too severe to treat with a cast and the surgeon said his rod and screws take the place of protecting the break. But I think people think that means he's less hurt and I don't know if that's even common practice to not cast after that.
His school asked how long I thought he'd be out of school and I have no idea what is even the normal range for this type of injury/surgery. I don't feel like I have anyone to ask! I didn't know how serious a femur break was and I didn't know he'd need surgery and I didn't know he'd be hospitalized. I just feel like a lot of people need information from me and I don't know shit. I'm in awe of all of you who had to experience the physical pain and also deal with the logistical nightmares. You are amazing.
Did anyone here have a femur break? Did you have to take a lot of time of work/school/life? He literally had the surgery a week ago today.
Thank you so much for listening to my rant. It's just a lot. I'll include a picture I snapped of his x-ray because like I said, I know nothing about anything, but I think it's pretty gnarly.
2023.03.30 00:27 Sapphyre_Skies Living with WeskerBeard pt5
Hello again everyone, I bring you another installment of my Living with WeskerBeard tales. There's a few new pop up characters, they aren't a major part of the story, I'll mention them as and when they turn up.
Last time I had managed to get WeskerBeard to tidy most of his room and the cupboard under the stairs. It was nice to sit, on the uncomfortable bed, and look across the room at the work we had done.
I turned and watched WB as he rapidly jabbed buttons on his PS controller. I again aimed to spark up a conversation with him as he stared at the screen.
Me: This looks kind of interesting, what is it?
WeskerBeard stared at the screen not answering me. I waited a little before asking again.
Me a little louder: WeskerBeard... WB: Oh, yeah, what is it babe?
Me: I was wondering what you was playing? It looks kind of interesting with the Greek Mythology stuff going on in it.
WB: It's God of War 3... he said trailing off as a QTE took his attention.
I watched as he fought with Gorgons and Minotaurs, the game did catch my interest, I love Mythological stories and the beasties.
WB excitedly: The Medusa don't wear any tops and they come at you with their boobs out and freeze you. Come to think of it you might not like the game, there's a lot of boobs in it babe.
Me: Well they are in ancient Greece where its warm, and in Mythology they're usually depicted without, so the lack of tops isnt that much of a bother to me.
WB: I thought you didn't like that sort of thing.
Me: I said I didn't like unnecessary nudity and/ or sex in things.
Before WeskerBeard could continue the door to his room opened. Without a knock, in walked JudgyBeard holding his own PS3 game.
JB: This isn't a bad time is it?
WB: No I was just telling Sapph about God of War 3 wasn't I babe.
Now readers you might be thinking that I am exaggerating with the amount of times he says 'babe' to me in these stories, but I really aren't. WB was like a discount Duke Nukem from Wish. He called me it to the point I was concerned I would one day turn into a pig. Any way I digress,
JB: I was wondering if you wanted to play Dark Souls now, but if you're playing that I can leave it for now.
WB: No, I'll play it now, I just saved my game.
I scooted further towards the foot end of the bed as JB sat down and made himself comfortable between us. I grabbed my laptop and started browsing and talking on Facebook.
Again the bedroom door opened and in crawled ManiaBeard. He looked over at the three of us, scowling as he pulled himself onto his bed. He turned on his TV and almost as if he was competing, turned up his volume.
WB: Turn that down, I can't hear my game.
MB: I can't hear my show.
WB: Turn. It. Down ManiaBeard.
MB: I'll turn mine down When you turn yours down.
JB: You two don't need to argue, WB yours is a little loud, maybe turn it down a little bit? I'm sure when you do ManiaBeard will turn his down... (getting cut off).
Again the door opened, this time it slammed against the wall near the foot of ManiaBeard's bed. Ragebaby stood seething in the doorway.
RB: ManiaBeard turn that TV down, I can hear it in my room.
MB whining: I can't hear it over WB's TVeeee.
WB to MB: I can't hear my game over your stupid TV. You're the one who came up here and started being lou...
RB: Both of you turn the f*cking things down, or I'll smash them myself.
WeskerBeard, while glaring at RageBaby, reluctantly turned down his TV. I looked over the top of my laptop screen, catching ManiaBeard smirking like he had won something. The smirk soon disappeared as RB took a step closer to the foot of his bed.
RB: Well are you going to turn it down?
Hog shouting from downstairs: What's all the banging and shouting about?
RB shouting: These two won't turn their TVs down.
WB whining while shouting: I have turned mine down, it's ManiaBeard who won't turn his down.
MB: I can't hear my shoooooow, WB's game is too loud.
WB: I already turned it down.
Hog shouting again still downstairs: ManiaBeard, WeskerBeard turn your TVs down. RageBaby get out of their room and stop banging and shouting.
Ragebaby stood in the doorway as Maniabeard finally jabbed the volume down button on his controller. Once he was satisfied he turned, walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
ManiaBeard sat sulking on his bed, glaring at WB and JB when ever they talked about the game. As JudgyBeard would tell WeskerBeard what was coming up next in the game.
WeskerBeard's idea of playing Dark Souls was to unalive the minor enemies, reach a challenging part, get his behind handed to him and then...
WB handing over the controller: You're better at this sort of thing then I am.
JudgyBeard looked at the controller and interlocking his fingers, cracked his knuckles before giving them all a wiggle, like a crappy imitation of Jack Sparrow. He seemed to do this when he played his games, it was like a strange little pre-game ritual he had. Once this 'ritual' was complete, he took control of the character that he had made for WeskerBeard. After the hard part or boss had been dealt with, the controller was handed back and WeskerBeard continued playing until the next difficult part, rinse and repeat.
Dark Souls wasn't my cup of tea at the time, so I carried on chatting on Facebook. At the time I had a lot of Furry friends, I was introduced to furries when I was at school. I found them unsual but interesting and some were really nice to chat with, and online chatting helped build some confidence. It was just nice to talk to someone in general about things other than gaming and movies. (These will be referred to at a later date).
After a while JudgyBeard left the room and WeskerBeard went back on GoW3. Bored I decided I was going to go to bed.
The next morning I woke up and avoiding Satan's bathroom, went to use the toilet downstairs. The door was open so I carried on down towards it, but I stopped dead on the fourth step.
Not to digress, but to give you an idea of how small this room was. The room was approximately 2 maybe 3 ft wide, and about 6 ft long. Only the toilet and a small basin sat in there.
So back to where I was, frozen on the fourth step. I tried backing away slowly, but just like the Trex on Jurassic Park, my movements caught her attention.
Hog walked out of the small room completely naked. Her large drooping stomach hanging low... not low enough though as a whispy nest of grey, matted hair poked out from under it. I was at a complete loss for words. She made NO attempt to cover anything, she just stood in the doorway looking at me on the stairs, her nose scrunched up, which pulled up her top lip.
Hog: I thought I heard someone out there.
Me scramblingfor words: I... Sorry... I thought the toilet was empty... The... I saw the door was open.
I kept trying to look in any and all directions as she held her weight against the doorframe.
Hog coming out into the hallway more: I'll be done soon, I'm just having a strip wash. Is someone in the bathroom?
Me: No, I'll just... I said backing up a few more steps.
As I walked off upstairs I turned around hearing a noise. I wish I hadn't turned, as what I saw was Hog's behind, her almost grey coloured skin wiggling with every shuffling step she took into the kitchen.
Hog: Trotter, come scrub my back, I can't reach.
Trotter from somewhere in the other room: Give me a minute.
I mortified and defeated, retreated to the bathroom upstairs, avoiding sitting on the seat as best I could.
Later that day, around afternoon time the house emptied of most of its residents, it was payslip day for half of the residents. WeskerBeard was feeling amorous and used the fact the others had gone out to his advantage. I said if he cleaned his equipment before use I would be willing, so at the idea of getting something out of cleaning, he did.
As he was doing his thing the door to his room, without a knock, opened. I was quick enough to not be seen, but WeskerBeard was caught member in hand. Lodger's friend, Weedy, backed out apologising as he closed the door. Mood completely dead and red in the face I told WB to leave it.
WB: Buuut baaabe no one's in...
Me: I'm not continuing when people just barge in.
WB in a huff got his stuff together before going out and seeing what Weedy had wanted. He had wanted to borrow a PS3 game, and had gotten more than he'd bargained for.
WeskerBeard skulked off out the room again, his footsteps disappearing downstairs. After a few minutes he came back up and handed me a letter.
The letter was from the Job centre, they had found me a place of work at a charity shop, not far from where I lived.
WB: What's that?
Me happily: The Job Center found me a placement.
WB: You got a job?
Me: Yeah it's at X shop in NP shopping centre.
WB: I had a job in NP shopping center.
I was a little surprised by this statement, he had never mentioned it before. I looked at him and asked,
Me: You did? Which shop?
WB: Home Bargins, I only worked there for a day.
Me: A day?
WB: Yeah I quit because they wanted me to turn cans so the brand name was facing outwards.
He said this imitating himself quarter turning an imaginary can, as if to give me a visual demonstration as to what he was asked to do.
Me: But that's easy...
WB: It was boring, I could be home playing games but they wanted me to do that?.... No thanks.
Me: Well I start next week for a couple of weeks. Hopefully I might get something out of the end of it.
WB: I wouldn't bother but if you want to I can't stop you babe.
The week rolled on fairly uneventfully as was the norm. Hog tried to tell me I was allowed to help myself to food from the cupboard or drinks from the fridge, but if I attempted to, RageBaby would accuse me of stealing, so I never did and would often ask WeskerBeard to fetch me something if possible. If he was caught he was 'stealing' too.
I eventually started my placement at the charity shop, doing some work experience. On WeskerBeard's paydays he would come to NP shopping centre and visit the Grainger Games that was in there before haunting near the shop I worked in.
One day he came in, I wanted the floor to swallow me whole there and then. As WeskerBeard walked I noticed his toes, they were poking out of the bottom of his shoes. I looked at him as he wandered around the shop.
Me: WeskerBeard... what are you doing?
WB: Just looking at these old PS1 and 2 games you have out on the shelf.
Me quietly: Why don't you go and look at the shoe section, there's some nice cheap ones over there.
WB: I don't need shoes, you probably don't have my size in either babe.
Me: Yours are literally falling to bits, I saw your feet as you walked in. I'm sure there's some in your size.
WeskerBeard grumbled putting down the PS1 Who Wants to be Millionaire game down. He mooched over to the shoes. Lo-and-behold like I had said, he found a nice neat set of shoes in his size. He bought them and put them on.
Me: Do they fit OK?
WB: Yeah, they fit great thanks babe.
Me: Great now you can bin your old ones.
WB: What?
Me putting out other items: Theres a bin out there, you can put them in.
WB: Oh okay if I have too...
Me: They're knackered, just get rid of them.
WeskerBeard reluctantly did so, he lurked a little while longer before heading off home for the day.
I preferred to work upstairs in the storage room away from the people on the shop floor. It was nice and quiet, and another benefit was because I was sorting out the bags, I was allowed to set items of interest aside to buy for myself before it got to the floor.
Eventually after a few weeks, my time there was drawing to and end and WeskerBeard reminded me of the fact. I told him I was planning on staying on, if they'd let me. They did. WeskerBeard seemed shocked that I would ask to stay on. It didn't seem to compute with him that I was happy to work there.
WB: You don't need to go in now though.
Me: I know, but I want to. I like working in the storeroom...
I was cut off as the door opened and in walked Animeboy. He came in and sat himself on WB's bed.
WB: Hey AB I didn't know you was coming today.
AB: We talked about it the other day.
WB: I remember now, yeah I said you could stay over if you wanted to do some videos, the computer rooms been tidied up.
It came upto teatime, and although AB had been a regular at the house and they knew he was there, they left him without a meal. I know they weren't obligated to feed a guest to the house but this is a semi important note for later.
They watched some Let's Play videos, some more Bleach and other random stuff until later into the night, when AB mentioned he was feeling hungry.
WB: The take out is still open if you want to go there.
AB: Yeah, I might do I haven't eaten since dinner.
WB with a stupid laugh: I'll walk up there with you, never know when we get back Sapph might have a 3 way with us.
I glared at him snapping: I don't think so.
WB: OK babe, calm down I was just joking.
Me: You better be...
WB: I was. I'm going to Milo's pizza shop with AB, I won't be too long.
Me still annoyed by what he'd said: Fine, I'm going on my laptop, do you mind if I use that memory stick I found while we were tidying the other day?
Joking or not, WeskerBeard wasn't getting the 3 way he mentioned. I had no interest in that, especially with AB. He, 1) at the time had a girlfriend and, 2) bragged about going out with'multiple' girls he'd been with before, he was a real catch that one.
WB heading out: No you can use it if there's nothing on it.
I loaded up the laptop and stuck in the stick to check it out. There was things on it. Adult things. As Mick mentioned in his 2nd story one of the pictures was Gwen from Ben 10 looking barely legal if at all. I removed the stick and waited.
WB eventually coming back in: Hey baaaabe... what's up?
Me holding up the stick: What the Hell is this crap?
WB: A memory stick?
Me: Why the hell do you have Gwen on it?
WB: Oh that? It's an old picture and it's not like she's a kid in the picture.
Me: Delete it.
WB: But...
Me: Now, all of the pictures.
WB: But babe, some pictures I won't be able to find again.
Me: It goes or I go, I don't know where to but I will.
Weskerbeard took the stick and put it into the already loaded PS3. I watched as he removed everything from it.
AB: He must really like you, some of them pictures were rare.
Me: I don't care.
WB removing the stick: There, they're gone.
I took the stick from him and formatted it on my laptop for good measure. I put the stick to better use, I kept my stories I wrote on it until I got one with more room. I'm no top selling author but, I like to write its an nice little escape for me.
Now remember when I mentioned AB didn't get offered anything at teatime? Not long after he sat down to eat his pizza WB helped himself to a slice. The smell also drew in Ragebaby. He walked in to the room;
RB: If you don't eat all that, let me know.
AB: I probably will eat it, I was telling WB that I haven't eaten all day.
Ragebaby skulked off like the overweight vulture he was, disappointed that AB wasn't going to be giving him his food.
WB and AB eventually disappeared to do their videos. I stayed upstairs typing away until I ran out of ideas. I decided as it was getting late, I would go to bed.
I woke up later on as WB and AB came back into the room. WB lay down in front of me and I looked over as AB lay at the foot of the bed, his feet near WB's head.
Me: What are you doing?
WB: Going to bed, Animeboy usually sleeps up here.
Me: There's no room, why didn't you sort him somewhere to sleep?
AB pulling the blanket over himself: I'm OK like this.
This was a single bed. Cramped was an understatement. I was too tired to argue with them over sleeping arrangements. I rolled onto my side pushed against a wall and went to sleep again, uncomfortably. By the time I woke up in the morning AB had already left the house.
Well, I think I'll leave it here for now. Got to save some of that cringe for another day, and after living in the nest for around 2 years I still have some stored away for another day. Bye for now, and I hope to see you in Part 6 when I get around to it 😊
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Last time I had managed to get WeskerBeard to tidy most of his room and the cupboard under the stairs. It was nice to sit, on the uncomfortable bed, and look across the room at the work we had done.
I turned and watched WB as he rapidly jabbed buttons on his PS controller. I again aimed to spark up a conversation with him as he stared at the screen.
Me: This looks kind of interesting, what is it?
WeskerBeard stared at the screen not answering me. I waited a little before asking again.
Me a little louder: WeskerBeard... WB: Oh, yeah, what is it babe?
Me: I was wondering what you was playing? It looks kind of interesting with the Greek Mythology stuff going on in it.
WB: It's God of War 3... he said trailing off as a QTE took his attention.
I watched as he fought with Gorgons and Minotaurs, the game did catch my interest, I love Mythological stories and the beasties.
WB excitedly: The Medusa don't wear any tops and they come at you with their boobs out and freeze you. Come to think of it you might not like the game, there's a lot of boobs in it babe.
Me: Well they are in ancient Greece where its warm, and in Mythology they're usually depicted without, so the lack of tops isnt that much of a bother to me.
WB: I thought you didn't like that sort of thing.
Me: I said I didn't like unnecessary nudity and/ or sex in things.
Before WeskerBeard could continue the door to his room opened. Without a knock, in walked JudgyBeard holding his own PS3 game.
JB: This isn't a bad time is it?
WB: No I was just telling Sapph about God of War 3 wasn't I babe.
Now readers you might be thinking that I am exaggerating with the amount of times he says 'babe' to me in these stories, but I really aren't. WB was like a discount Duke Nukem from Wish. He called me it to the point I was concerned I would one day turn into a pig. Any way I digress,
JB: I was wondering if you wanted to play Dark Souls now, but if you're playing that I can leave it for now.
WB: No, I'll play it now, I just saved my game.
I scooted further towards the foot end of the bed as JB sat down and made himself comfortable between us. I grabbed my laptop and started browsing and talking on Facebook.
Again the bedroom door opened and in crawled ManiaBeard. He looked over at the three of us, scowling as he pulled himself onto his bed. He turned on his TV and almost as if he was competing, turned up his volume.
WB: Turn that down, I can't hear my game.
MB: I can't hear my show.
WB: Turn. It. Down ManiaBeard.
MB: I'll turn mine down When you turn yours down.
JB: You two don't need to argue, WB yours is a little loud, maybe turn it down a little bit? I'm sure when you do ManiaBeard will turn his down... (getting cut off).
Again the door opened, this time it slammed against the wall near the foot of ManiaBeard's bed. Ragebaby stood seething in the doorway.
RB: ManiaBeard turn that TV down, I can hear it in my room.
MB whining: I can't hear it over WB's TVeeee.
WB to MB: I can't hear my game over your stupid TV. You're the one who came up here and started being lou...
RB: Both of you turn the f*cking things down, or I'll smash them myself.
WeskerBeard, while glaring at RageBaby, reluctantly turned down his TV. I looked over the top of my laptop screen, catching ManiaBeard smirking like he had won something. The smirk soon disappeared as RB took a step closer to the foot of his bed.
RB: Well are you going to turn it down?
Hog shouting from downstairs: What's all the banging and shouting about?
RB shouting: These two won't turn their TVs down.
WB whining while shouting: I have turned mine down, it's ManiaBeard who won't turn his down.
MB: I can't hear my shoooooow, WB's game is too loud.
WB: I already turned it down.
Hog shouting again still downstairs: ManiaBeard, WeskerBeard turn your TVs down. RageBaby get out of their room and stop banging and shouting.
Ragebaby stood in the doorway as Maniabeard finally jabbed the volume down button on his controller. Once he was satisfied he turned, walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
ManiaBeard sat sulking on his bed, glaring at WB and JB when ever they talked about the game. As JudgyBeard would tell WeskerBeard what was coming up next in the game.
WeskerBeard's idea of playing Dark Souls was to unalive the minor enemies, reach a challenging part, get his behind handed to him and then...
WB handing over the controller: You're better at this sort of thing then I am.
JudgyBeard looked at the controller and interlocking his fingers, cracked his knuckles before giving them all a wiggle, like a crappy imitation of Jack Sparrow. He seemed to do this when he played his games, it was like a strange little pre-game ritual he had. Once this 'ritual' was complete, he took control of the character that he had made for WeskerBeard. After the hard part or boss had been dealt with, the controller was handed back and WeskerBeard continued playing until the next difficult part, rinse and repeat.
Dark Souls wasn't my cup of tea at the time, so I carried on chatting on Facebook. At the time I had a lot of Furry friends, I was introduced to furries when I was at school. I found them unsual but interesting and some were really nice to chat with, and online chatting helped build some confidence. It was just nice to talk to someone in general about things other than gaming and movies. (These will be referred to at a later date).
After a while JudgyBeard left the room and WeskerBeard went back on GoW3. Bored I decided I was going to go to bed.
The next morning I woke up and avoiding Satan's bathroom, went to use the toilet downstairs. The door was open so I carried on down towards it, but I stopped dead on the fourth step.
Not to digress, but to give you an idea of how small this room was. The room was approximately 2 maybe 3 ft wide, and about 6 ft long. Only the toilet and a small basin sat in there.
So back to where I was, frozen on the fourth step. I tried backing away slowly, but just like the Trex on Jurassic Park, my movements caught her attention.
Hog walked out of the small room completely naked. Her large drooping stomach hanging low... not low enough though as a whispy nest of grey, matted hair poked out from under it. I was at a complete loss for words. She made NO attempt to cover anything, she just stood in the doorway looking at me on the stairs, her nose scrunched up, which pulled up her top lip.
Hog: I thought I heard someone out there.
Me scramblingfor words: I... Sorry... I thought the toilet was empty... The... I saw the door was open.
I kept trying to look in any and all directions as she held her weight against the doorframe.
Hog coming out into the hallway more: I'll be done soon, I'm just having a strip wash. Is someone in the bathroom?
Me: No, I'll just... I said backing up a few more steps.
As I walked off upstairs I turned around hearing a noise. I wish I hadn't turned, as what I saw was Hog's behind, her almost grey coloured skin wiggling with every shuffling step she took into the kitchen.
Hog: Trotter, come scrub my back, I can't reach.
Trotter from somewhere in the other room: Give me a minute.
I mortified and defeated, retreated to the bathroom upstairs, avoiding sitting on the seat as best I could.
Later that day, around afternoon time the house emptied of most of its residents, it was payslip day for half of the residents. WeskerBeard was feeling amorous and used the fact the others had gone out to his advantage. I said if he cleaned his equipment before use I would be willing, so at the idea of getting something out of cleaning, he did.
As he was doing his thing the door to his room, without a knock, opened. I was quick enough to not be seen, but WeskerBeard was caught member in hand. Lodger's friend, Weedy, backed out apologising as he closed the door. Mood completely dead and red in the face I told WB to leave it.
WB: Buuut baaabe no one's in...
Me: I'm not continuing when people just barge in.
WB in a huff got his stuff together before going out and seeing what Weedy had wanted. He had wanted to borrow a PS3 game, and had gotten more than he'd bargained for.
WeskerBeard skulked off out the room again, his footsteps disappearing downstairs. After a few minutes he came back up and handed me a letter.
The letter was from the Job centre, they had found me a place of work at a charity shop, not far from where I lived.
WB: What's that?
Me happily: The Job Center found me a placement.
WB: You got a job?
Me: Yeah it's at X shop in NP shopping centre.
WB: I had a job in NP shopping center.
I was a little surprised by this statement, he had never mentioned it before. I looked at him and asked,
Me: You did? Which shop?
WB: Home Bargins, I only worked there for a day.
Me: A day?
WB: Yeah I quit because they wanted me to turn cans so the brand name was facing outwards.
He said this imitating himself quarter turning an imaginary can, as if to give me a visual demonstration as to what he was asked to do.
Me: But that's easy...
WB: It was boring, I could be home playing games but they wanted me to do that?.... No thanks.
Me: Well I start next week for a couple of weeks. Hopefully I might get something out of the end of it.
WB: I wouldn't bother but if you want to I can't stop you babe.
The week rolled on fairly uneventfully as was the norm. Hog tried to tell me I was allowed to help myself to food from the cupboard or drinks from the fridge, but if I attempted to, RageBaby would accuse me of stealing, so I never did and would often ask WeskerBeard to fetch me something if possible. If he was caught he was 'stealing' too.
I eventually started my placement at the charity shop, doing some work experience. On WeskerBeard's paydays he would come to NP shopping centre and visit the Grainger Games that was in there before haunting near the shop I worked in.
One day he came in, I wanted the floor to swallow me whole there and then. As WeskerBeard walked I noticed his toes, they were poking out of the bottom of his shoes. I looked at him as he wandered around the shop.
Me: WeskerBeard... what are you doing?
WB: Just looking at these old PS1 and 2 games you have out on the shelf.
Me quietly: Why don't you go and look at the shoe section, there's some nice cheap ones over there.
WB: I don't need shoes, you probably don't have my size in either babe.
Me: Yours are literally falling to bits, I saw your feet as you walked in. I'm sure there's some in your size.
WeskerBeard grumbled putting down the PS1 Who Wants to be Millionaire game down. He mooched over to the shoes. Lo-and-behold like I had said, he found a nice neat set of shoes in his size. He bought them and put them on.
Me: Do they fit OK?
WB: Yeah, they fit great thanks babe.
Me: Great now you can bin your old ones.
WB: What?
Me putting out other items: Theres a bin out there, you can put them in.
WB: Oh okay if I have too...
Me: They're knackered, just get rid of them.
WeskerBeard reluctantly did so, he lurked a little while longer before heading off home for the day.
I preferred to work upstairs in the storage room away from the people on the shop floor. It was nice and quiet, and another benefit was because I was sorting out the bags, I was allowed to set items of interest aside to buy for myself before it got to the floor.
Eventually after a few weeks, my time there was drawing to and end and WeskerBeard reminded me of the fact. I told him I was planning on staying on, if they'd let me. They did. WeskerBeard seemed shocked that I would ask to stay on. It didn't seem to compute with him that I was happy to work there.
WB: You don't need to go in now though.
Me: I know, but I want to. I like working in the storeroom...
I was cut off as the door opened and in walked Animeboy. He came in and sat himself on WB's bed.
WB: Hey AB I didn't know you was coming today.
AB: We talked about it the other day.
WB: I remember now, yeah I said you could stay over if you wanted to do some videos, the computer rooms been tidied up.
It came upto teatime, and although AB had been a regular at the house and they knew he was there, they left him without a meal. I know they weren't obligated to feed a guest to the house but this is a semi important note for later.
They watched some Let's Play videos, some more Bleach and other random stuff until later into the night, when AB mentioned he was feeling hungry.
WB: The take out is still open if you want to go there.
AB: Yeah, I might do I haven't eaten since dinner.
WB with a stupid laugh: I'll walk up there with you, never know when we get back Sapph might have a 3 way with us.
I glared at him snapping: I don't think so.
WB: OK babe, calm down I was just joking.
Me: You better be...
WB: I was. I'm going to Milo's pizza shop with AB, I won't be too long.
Me still annoyed by what he'd said: Fine, I'm going on my laptop, do you mind if I use that memory stick I found while we were tidying the other day?
Joking or not, WeskerBeard wasn't getting the 3 way he mentioned. I had no interest in that, especially with AB. He, 1) at the time had a girlfriend and, 2) bragged about going out with'multiple' girls he'd been with before, he was a real catch that one.
WB heading out: No you can use it if there's nothing on it.
I loaded up the laptop and stuck in the stick to check it out. There was things on it. Adult things. As Mick mentioned in his 2nd story one of the pictures was Gwen from Ben 10 looking barely legal if at all. I removed the stick and waited.
WB eventually coming back in: Hey baaaabe... what's up?
Me holding up the stick: What the Hell is this crap?
WB: A memory stick?
Me: Why the hell do you have Gwen on it?
WB: Oh that? It's an old picture and it's not like she's a kid in the picture.
Me: Delete it.
WB: But...
Me: Now, all of the pictures.
WB: But babe, some pictures I won't be able to find again.
Me: It goes or I go, I don't know where to but I will.
Weskerbeard took the stick and put it into the already loaded PS3. I watched as he removed everything from it.
AB: He must really like you, some of them pictures were rare.
Me: I don't care.
WB removing the stick: There, they're gone.
I took the stick from him and formatted it on my laptop for good measure. I put the stick to better use, I kept my stories I wrote on it until I got one with more room. I'm no top selling author but, I like to write its an nice little escape for me.
Now remember when I mentioned AB didn't get offered anything at teatime? Not long after he sat down to eat his pizza WB helped himself to a slice. The smell also drew in Ragebaby. He walked in to the room;
RB: If you don't eat all that, let me know.
AB: I probably will eat it, I was telling WB that I haven't eaten all day.
Ragebaby skulked off like the overweight vulture he was, disappointed that AB wasn't going to be giving him his food.
WB and AB eventually disappeared to do their videos. I stayed upstairs typing away until I ran out of ideas. I decided as it was getting late, I would go to bed.
I woke up later on as WB and AB came back into the room. WB lay down in front of me and I looked over as AB lay at the foot of the bed, his feet near WB's head.
Me: What are you doing?
WB: Going to bed, Animeboy usually sleeps up here.
Me: There's no room, why didn't you sort him somewhere to sleep?
AB pulling the blanket over himself: I'm OK like this.
This was a single bed. Cramped was an understatement. I was too tired to argue with them over sleeping arrangements. I rolled onto my side pushed against a wall and went to sleep again, uncomfortably. By the time I woke up in the morning AB had already left the house.
Well, I think I'll leave it here for now. Got to save some of that cringe for another day, and after living in the nest for around 2 years I still have some stored away for another day. Bye for now, and I hope to see you in Part 6 when I get around to it 😊
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2023.03.30 00:26 TreeLeaves0 The painting in the back
A few years ago I worked at this strange American Eagle store not that far outside my home town. I was short on money and figured the job would be fun considering my love for fashion. During my first week there I was informed by one of the employees (who we’ll call Dave) about a creepy painting in the far back near the changing rooms. Dave advised me not to look at it for too long and to pretend it’s not even there. I found this a little unsettling at first but ultimately forgot about it. In my mind I figured Dave was just a jokester and was trying to scare me for his pure amusement. A few weeks later another employee (who we shall call Kate) started to talk about the painting during our lunch break. I laughed thinking her and Dave were pranking me or something but her face turned icy and cold. “Don’t believe me, then look for yourself!,” she said before getting up for the bathroom. I was intrigued so out of pure curiosity I walked over to the back where they both told me it would be. I haven’t really had the need to go back there yet so this was the first time I saw it. The painting was of a man walking his dog. There was absolutely nothing wrong with it. I stared at it and shook my head. I was a little disappointed. I went to walk away but this chill ran down my spine that made me turn around. The dog that was once on a leash held by the man, was now walking freely with his teeth in a snarl. The man himself seemed to be looking into my soul. My lunch break was soon over and I tried not to think about the painting and how it seemed to change by itself. At the end of my work shift, before heading home, I decided to check it out once more. To my surprise the dog was back on its leash and looked as happy as ever. That’s when my eyes jumped up to where the man was. He was smiling with all his teeth showing. He was not like this before. His eyes looked to be the darkest shade of gray and he was holding the dogs leash with just one finger. I closed my eyes trying to remember if this was what it originally looked like but my gut told me to keep my eyes closed. I started to hear shuffling in one of the changing rooms closest to me. The only ones left in the store were me and Kate. I said her name out loud hoping to god that she was the one I was hearing. There was no response. A cold breeze washed over my face. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter out of fear. After what seemed like hours I opened my eyes. I let out a gasp as I looked at the painting in front of me. I know this is going to sound crazy but you have to believe me. The painting in front of me was of an old women holding a basket of flowers with a bright smile on her face. She seemed to be smiling back at me. I ran over to Kate who I knew would believe me and told her what had happened. She nodded and said, and I quote, “It does that”. I asked her why they don’t just take it down and she froze. Her eyes started to tear up and she looked over my shoulder. I don’t know what it is she saw and I guess I’ll never know, because at that very moment I grabbed my jacket, phone, and car keys, and walked out the door. I know it sounds like a bitch move, but by the look In Kate’s eyes it wasn’t her that was in trouble. I waited in the parking lot to make sure Kate got out ok before driving off. I quit a few days later. Those last few days I avoided the painting with great ease. That is, until Dave asked me to get a few hangers from the back. I hesitated but decided it wasn’t that big of a deal. As soon as I made my way to the back I halted to a stop. The painting was gone. I asked Kate and Dave about it and they both looked at me confused. “What painting?,” Dave asked tilting his head. I stared at him in shock. I looked over to Kate for her help but she seemed just as confused as Dave was. I begged them both to tell me they were kidding but they seemed really adamant on the fact that there was no such painting. A month later I came to the store with my little cousin to get her some clothes for the summer. I let her do her thing and looked around the place. Come to find out Kate quit shortly after I left without any explanation. Dave however was still folding clothes in the mens section. I walked over to him and we started catching up. My little cousin signaled that she was done and I said goodbye to Dave. However, as soon as I turned to leave he grabbed my arm firmly. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He pulled me close and whispered something in my ear that I’ll never forget. “It waits for you in the back”. He then dropped my arm and picked up another shirt to fold. I slowly walked away and headed for the cashier, but something pulled me over to that back area. Maybe it was curiosity or maybe it was pure stupidity. When I got there I was met face to face with with the painting. It was just black. A black background in a frame on a wall. I looked at it contemplating whether or not I should inspect it. That’s when my cousin ran up to me with all her clothes in hand. She turned to see what I was looking at and smiled. “What a nice painting of a man and his dog.,” she said. My stomach dropped. I pulled her by her arm and quickly paid for the clothes. We got the hell out of there as fast as we could. Its been a little over 3 years now but the whole situation still makes me nauseous. I haven’t and will never go back to the place because I never, and I mean NEVER, want to see the painting in the back again.
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2023.03.30 00:25 TreeLeaves0 The painting in the back
A few years ago I worked at this strange American Eagle store not that far outside my home town. I was short on money and figured the job would be fun considering my love for fashion. During my first week there I was informed by one of the employees (who we’ll call Dave) about a creepy painting in the far back near the changing rooms. Dave advised me not to look at it for too long and to pretend it’s not even there. I found this a little unsettling at first but ultimately forgot about it. In my mind I figured Dave was just a jokester and was trying to scare me for his pure amusement. A few weeks later another employee (who we shall call Kate) started to talk about the painting during our lunch break. I laughed thinking her and Dave were pranking me or something but her face turned icy and cold. “Don’t believe me, then look for yourself!,” she said before getting up for the bathroom. I was intrigued so out of pure curiosity I walked over to the back where they both told me it would be. I haven’t really had the need to go back there yet so this was the first time I saw it. The painting was of a man walking his dog. There was absolutely nothing wrong with it. I stared at it and shook my head. I was a little disappointed. I went to walk away but this chill ran down my spine that made me turn around. The dog that was once on a leash held by the man, was now walking freely with his teeth in a snarl. The man himself seemed to be looking into my soul. My lunch break was soon over and I tried not to think about the painting and how it seemed to change by itself. At the end of my work shift, before heading home, I decided to check it out once more. To my surprise the dog was back on its leash and looked as happy as ever. That’s when my eyes jumped up to where the man was. He was smiling with all his teeth showing. He was not like this before. His eyes looked to be the darkest shade of gray and he was holding the dogs leash with just one finger. I closed my eyes trying to remember if this was what it originally looked like but my gut told me to keep my eyes closed. I started to hear shuffling in one of the changing rooms closest to me. The only ones left in the store were me and Kate. I said her name out loud hoping to god that she was the one I was hearing. There was no response. A cold breeze washed over my face. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter out of fear. After what seemed like hours I opened my eyes. I let out a gasp as I looked at the painting in front of me. I know this is going to sound crazy but you have to believe me. The painting in front of me was of an old women holding a basket of flowers with a bright smile on her face. She seemed to be smiling back at me. I ran over to Kate who I knew would believe me and told her what had happened. She nodded and said, and I quote, “It does that”. I asked her why they don’t just take it down and she froze. Her eyes started to tear up and she looked over my shoulder. I don’t know what it is she saw and I guess I’ll never know, because at that very moment I grabbed my jacket, phone, and car keys, and walked out the door. I know it sounds like a bitch move, but by the look In Kate’s eyes it wasn’t her that was in trouble. I waited in the parking lot to make sure Kate got out ok before driving off. I quit a few days later. Those last few days I avoided the painting with great ease. That is, until Dave asked me to get a few hangers from the back. I hesitated but decided it wasn’t that big of a deal. As soon as I made my way to the back I halted to a stop. The painting was gone. I asked Kate and Dave about it and they both looked at me confused. “What painting?,” Dave asked tilting his head. I stared at him in shock. I looked over to Kate for her help but she seemed just as confused as Dave was. I begged them both to tell me they were kidding but they seemed really adamant on the fact that there was no such painting. A month later I came to the store with my little cousin to get her some clothes for the summer. I let her do her thing and looked around the place. Come to find out Kate quit shortly after I left without any explanation. Dave however was still folding clothes in the mens section. I walked over to him and we started catching up. My little cousin signaled that she was done and I said goodbye to Dave. However, as soon as I turned to leave he grabbed my arm firmly. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He pulled me close and whispered something in my ear that I’ll never forget. “It waits for you in the back”. He then dropped my arm and picked up another shirt to fold. I slowly walked away and headed for the cashier, but something pulled me over to that back area. Maybe it was curiosity or maybe it was pure stupidity. When I got there I was met face to face with with the painting. It was just black. A black background in a frame on a wall. I looked at it contemplating whether or not I should inspect it. That’s when my cousin ran up to me with all her clothes in hand. She turned to see what I was looking at and smiled. “What a nice painting of a man and his dog.,” she said. My stomach dropped. I pulled her by her arm and quickly paid for the clothes. We got the hell out of there as fast as we could. Its been a little over 3 years now but the whole situation still makes me nauseous. I haven’t and will never go back to the place because I never, and I mean NEVER, want to see the painting in the back again.
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2023.03.30 00:25 Responsible-Dish-977 My list of Definitive Assassination Targets in the Hitman franchise - from "Codename 47" to "Hitman III"
After getting a lot of helpful input from you folks, I've put together a complete list of assassination targets throughout the entire Hitman series that are, for lack of a better word, the 'best'.
Most of these targets have multiple possible ways of being assassinated, so I've omitted that part. For those of you who have yet to see them, there' no way I'm gonna spoil it for you.
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CODENAME 47 (2000)
Mission 13: Meet Your Brother
Otto Wolfgang Ort-Meyer ["The Leader Of The Five Fathers"]
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SILENT ASSASSIN (2002)
Mission 3: St. Petersburg Stakeout
Rinat S. Rumyantsev ["The Ex-KGB Officer"]
Mission 7: Tracking Hayamoto
Masahiro Hayamoto Jr. ["The Arms Dealer"]
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CONTRACTS (2004)
Mission 7: Traditions Of The Trade
Fritz Fuchs ["The Dentist"]
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BLOOD MONEY (2006)
Mission 3: Curtains Down
All targets
Mission 5: A New Life
Vinnie Sinistra ["The Slugger"]
Mission 6: The Murder Of Crows
Billy Jack ["The Delivery Guy"]
Mission 7: You Better Watch Out
Chad Bingham, Jr. ["The Misogynist"]
Mission 10: A House of Cards
All targets
Mission 11: A Dance With The Devil
Vaana Ketlyn ["The Party Hostess"]
Mission 13: Requiem
All targets
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HITMAN (2016)
Mission 3: The Showstopper
Viktor Novikov ["The Moneyman"]
Mission 4: World Of Tomorrow
Silvio Caruso ["The Genius"]
Francesca De Santis ["The Scientist"]
Mission 5: A Gilded Cage
Reza Zaydan ["The General"]
Claus Hugo Strandberg ["The Banker"]
Mission 6: Club 27
Jordan Cross ["The Rockstar"]
Mission 8: Situs Inversus
Eric Soders ["The Operative"]
Yuki Yamazaki ["The Watchman"]
Extra Mission: Landslide
Marco Abiatti ["The Politician"]
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HITMAN 2 (2018)
Mission 1: Nightcall
Alma Reynard ["The Mastermind"]
Mission 2: The Finish Line
Sierra Knox ["The Daredevil"]
Robert Knox ["The Inventor"]
Mission 3: Three-Headed Serpent
Andrea Martinez ["The Face"]
Jorge Franco ["The Cook"]
Rico Delgado ["The Boss"]
Hector Delgado ["The Escalations Contract"] - the only character you have the option to kill in more than 1 game (ie. HITMAN 2 (2018) and HITMAN 3 (2021))
Mission 4: Chasing A Ghost
Vanya Shah ["The Queen"]
Wazir Kale ["The Ghost"]
Mission 5: Another Life
Janus ["The Past"]
Mission 6: The Ark Society
Zoe Washington ["The Socialite"]
Sophia Washington ["The Schemer"]
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HITMAN 3 (2021)
Mission 1: On Top Of The World
Marcus Stuyvesant ["Patriarch of the Stuyvesant Family"]
Carl Ingram ["Patriarch of the Ingram Family"]
Mission 2: Death In The Family
Alexa Carlisle ["Madam Carlisle"]
Mission 3: Apex Predator
The ICA Agents ["The Hit Squad"]
Agent Robert Montgomery ["The Leader"]
Mission 5: The Farewell
Don Archibald Yates ["The Lawyer"]
Tamara Vidal ["The Aide"]
Hector Delgado ["The Escalations Contract"] - the only character you have the option to kill in more than 1 game (ie. HITMAN 2 (2018) and HITMAN 3 (2021))
Mission 6: Untouchable
Arthur Edwards ["The Constant"]
Mission 7: Shadows In The Water
Sinhi Venthan ["The Corsair"]
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PS. For HITMAN: ABSOLUTION (2012), I didn't get a lot of feedback.
But for me personally, I had the most fun with these missions:
Mission 2: The King Of Chinatown
Mission 5: Hunter and Hunted
Mission 8: Birdie's Gift - definitely a must if you're a gun lover
Mission 12: Death Factory - probably the best assassinations in the game
Mission 13: Fight Night
Mission 18: Blackwater Park
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Most of these targets have multiple possible ways of being assassinated, so I've omitted that part. For those of you who have yet to see them, there' no way I'm gonna spoil it for you.
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CODENAME 47 (2000)
Mission 13: Meet Your Brother
Otto Wolfgang Ort-Meyer ["The Leader Of The Five Fathers"]
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SILENT ASSASSIN (2002)
Mission 3: St. Petersburg Stakeout
Rinat S. Rumyantsev ["The Ex-KGB Officer"]
Mission 7: Tracking Hayamoto
Masahiro Hayamoto Jr. ["The Arms Dealer"]
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CONTRACTS (2004)
Mission 7: Traditions Of The Trade
Fritz Fuchs ["The Dentist"]
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BLOOD MONEY (2006)
Mission 3: Curtains Down
All targets
Mission 5: A New Life
Vinnie Sinistra ["The Slugger"]
Mission 6: The Murder Of Crows
Billy Jack ["The Delivery Guy"]
Mission 7: You Better Watch Out
Chad Bingham, Jr. ["The Misogynist"]
Mission 10: A House of Cards
All targets
Mission 11: A Dance With The Devil
Vaana Ketlyn ["The Party Hostess"]
Mission 13: Requiem
All targets
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HITMAN (2016)
Mission 3: The Showstopper
Viktor Novikov ["The Moneyman"]
Mission 4: World Of Tomorrow
Silvio Caruso ["The Genius"]
Francesca De Santis ["The Scientist"]
Mission 5: A Gilded Cage
Reza Zaydan ["The General"]
Claus Hugo Strandberg ["The Banker"]
Mission 6: Club 27
Jordan Cross ["The Rockstar"]
Mission 8: Situs Inversus
Eric Soders ["The Operative"]
Yuki Yamazaki ["The Watchman"]
Extra Mission: Landslide
Marco Abiatti ["The Politician"]
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HITMAN 2 (2018)
Mission 1: Nightcall
Alma Reynard ["The Mastermind"]
Mission 2: The Finish Line
Sierra Knox ["The Daredevil"]
Robert Knox ["The Inventor"]
Mission 3: Three-Headed Serpent
Andrea Martinez ["The Face"]
Jorge Franco ["The Cook"]
Rico Delgado ["The Boss"]
Hector Delgado ["The Escalations Contract"] - the only character you have the option to kill in more than 1 game (ie. HITMAN 2 (2018) and HITMAN 3 (2021))
Mission 4: Chasing A Ghost
Vanya Shah ["The Queen"]
Wazir Kale ["The Ghost"]
Mission 5: Another Life
Janus ["The Past"]
Mission 6: The Ark Society
Zoe Washington ["The Socialite"]
Sophia Washington ["The Schemer"]
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HITMAN 3 (2021)
Mission 1: On Top Of The World
Marcus Stuyvesant ["Patriarch of the Stuyvesant Family"]
Carl Ingram ["Patriarch of the Ingram Family"]
Mission 2: Death In The Family
Alexa Carlisle ["Madam Carlisle"]
Mission 3: Apex Predator
The ICA Agents ["The Hit Squad"]
Agent Robert Montgomery ["The Leader"]
Mission 5: The Farewell
Don Archibald Yates ["The Lawyer"]
Tamara Vidal ["The Aide"]
Hector Delgado ["The Escalations Contract"] - the only character you have the option to kill in more than 1 game (ie. HITMAN 2 (2018) and HITMAN 3 (2021))
Mission 6: Untouchable
Arthur Edwards ["The Constant"]
Mission 7: Shadows In The Water
Sinhi Venthan ["The Corsair"]
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PS. For HITMAN: ABSOLUTION (2012), I didn't get a lot of feedback.
But for me personally, I had the most fun with these missions:
Mission 2: The King Of Chinatown
Mission 5: Hunter and Hunted
Mission 8: Birdie's Gift - definitely a must if you're a gun lover
Mission 12: Death Factory - probably the best assassinations in the game
Mission 13: Fight Night
Mission 18: Blackwater Park
2023.03.30 00:25 Future_Egg6043 Don’t know how to proceed with my crush
So I have a crush on this guy. We’re both in the same class that meets once a week and that’s how we met. To summarize the timeline, one day we just started talking after class and that’s when I think I started to notice that I had a crush. My friend came to my class one time and he said that he felt like my crush was checking me out and I have noticed that in a group setting he’ll make eye contact with me the most, especially if someone said something funny. The other day he walked with me to my car even though he parked in the opposite direction and it made him late to work. A few days later, we were in a group and we were all leaving and he noticed that I was walking a different way because I parked somewhere else and he turned in my direction and we stopped and talked for over three hours and he seemed like he wanted to kiss me but didn’t. Basically he’s been signaling that he does like me but yesterday we were talking and he was telling me how usually he never approaches girls because they’ve always approached him so he’s never had to put in the effort. To me it seems like he wants me to initiate something but I’m not the type to initiate things with guys and I don’t want to be like the other girls who he’s been with where I have to make the first move because he doesn’t want to put in the effort. Should I just move on or see what happens?
Edit: there’s been more signs and we’ve had long talks before about a bunch of things but i didn’t feel like writing a whole story.
Edit 2: We’re both in school but I’m out of state and don’t plan on living in the state that I currently go to school in after graduation so could that have something to do with it?
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Edit: there’s been more signs and we’ve had long talks before about a bunch of things but i didn’t feel like writing a whole story.
Edit 2: We’re both in school but I’m out of state and don’t plan on living in the state that I currently go to school in after graduation so could that have something to do with it?
2023.03.30 00:24 tawberri Trip Review (March 2023) - La Fortuna, Monteverde, Manuel Antonio - Part 1
I’m currently in San Jose spending our last night in Costa Rica before we head back home tomorrow morning. I found these types of posts super helpful when planning my trip so I thought I would share mine. This was our itinerary:
Day 1 - Liberia > La Fortuna
Day 2 to 4 - La Fortuna
Day 5 - La Fortuna > Rio Celeste > Monteverde
Day 6 to 7 - Monteverde
Day 8 - Monteverde > Manuel Antonio
Day 9 to 11 - Manuel Antonio
Day 12 - Manuel Antonio > San Jose
Day 13 - San Jose > Home
La Fortuna - We had 4 full days here (including Rio Celeste) which was the perfect amount of time. It was really convenient having a car to get around as all of the attractions are a bit spread out. With a car we were also able to go everywhere on our own schedule vs joining having to join a tour which was great. We stayed in an awesome Airbnb 15 minutes out of town which I highly recommend if anyone wants the link. If you’re driving in from Liberia, make sure to complete your drive before sunset, our drive in was a bit traumatic as we left a little too late.
Activities:
Activities:
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Day 1 - Liberia > La Fortuna
Day 2 to 4 - La Fortuna
Day 5 - La Fortuna > Rio Celeste > Monteverde
Day 6 to 7 - Monteverde
Day 8 - Monteverde > Manuel Antonio
Day 9 to 11 - Manuel Antonio
Day 12 - Manuel Antonio > San Jose
Day 13 - San Jose > Home
La Fortuna - We had 4 full days here (including Rio Celeste) which was the perfect amount of time. It was really convenient having a car to get around as all of the attractions are a bit spread out. With a car we were also able to go everywhere on our own schedule vs joining having to join a tour which was great. We stayed in an awesome Airbnb 15 minutes out of town which I highly recommend if anyone wants the link. If you’re driving in from Liberia, make sure to complete your drive before sunset, our drive in was a bit traumatic as we left a little too late.
Activities:
- La Fortuna Waterfall: Enjoyed sitting at the bottom of these falls for a hour, it’s extremely beautiful! We reached the bottom of the falls at noon, and had no trouble finding a spot on the rocks to relax. It did start to get pretty busy around 12:45.
- Mistico Hanging Bridges: This was the highlight of our time in La Fortuna, probably because it was the first thing we did, and we were just so amazed by greenery. We got there at 1:30 and it wasn’t crowded at all, we pretty much had the park to ourselves. We didn’t see any wildlife without a guide, except for a poisonous snake that a worker pointed out.
- Bogarian Sloth Trail: We did a guided tour at 3:00PM and saw 5+ sloths, a toucan, some frogs, an owl, and a bat. If you want to see many sloths and get awesome photos and videos through their telescope, I definitely recommend taking a guided tour. In hindsight, we probably would’ve skipped this tour and taken a guided tour of MA national park instead since there is a larger variety of wildlife there (plus sloths).
- Mirador El Silenco: We planned to go to the national park but didn’t realize the last entrance was at 2:30. This park has several trails and only costs $10 USD (vs $25 for the 1968 trail). I recommend the trails that start at the upper parking lot which you have to drive to after entering - nice views of the volcano and a beautiful green lake. The trails are a bit difficult but a lot of fun. They also aren’t marked very clearly but you’re able to get by with the map.
- Ecotermales: We ended up booking a last minute reservation here and arrived at 7:30 pm. It seemed like tour groups were leaving at this time so it was quite empty. While the property is beautiful as the hot springs are surrounded by greenery, we were bored an hour in. I have been to similar spa experiences in different countries, so I think I just had high expectations going in, and was disappointed. There was no touexplanation of the property and no map showing the different temperatures of the pool. There were no spots to chill out, apart from a few beach chairs, and no sauna. The change rooms were also quite basic which didn’t contribute to the spa like experience.
- Rio Celeste: Beautiful waterfall and trails. The hike is somewhat difficult, highly recommended wearing closed toe hiking shoes, it was really muddy and slippery in some areas.
- Red frog: Had a good lunch here from the “soda” menu, drinks are huge.
- Hnos Lzos: Really good smoothies at the back of a fruit store, this place didn’t show up on Waze but it’s right across Arabigos Coffee.
- Chocolate Fusion Choclateria: A bit expensive but the ice cream coffee drink was delicious.
- El Comalito Tortilleria:* Great lunch spots, quesadillas were delicious.
- Spectacolor: Good flavour, portions are not as generous as local spots but good enough.
- Soda Viquez: Delicious fresh food, good prices, huge portions, friendly staff.
- Victorinos Restaurant: Best spot in all of La Fortuna, we went here for dinner twice. Slightly out of town but amazing food and amazing value. The fried fish was amazing.
- La Choza Del Maiz: Stopped here on the way from Rio Celeste to Monteverde. Great food and fresh juices.
Activities:
- Santa Elena Cloud Forest: Got here around 9:30 and it wasn’t busy at all. The enchanted trail was magical, we also did the youth challenge trail and a bit of the one right at the front entrance. We didn’t see any wildlife but weren’t really looking for any either, the greenery itself made it 100% worth it.
- 100% Adventura Ziplining: So much fun! Online it said the tour would last 3 hours online but it’s actually only ~1.5 hours. There were many zip lines and also a Tarzan swing, rappel, and a monkey bridge included in the price. You could also do the last two zip lines “superman” style for no extra cost which was amazing. Definitely recommend, I always felt safe and this was actually much cheaper than the other options. Their photos are also very affordable.
- El Trapiche Coffee, Chocolate, Sugar Cane Tour: Family owned spot. Good value - lots of samples throughout, we got to make our own sugar cane fudge/taffy to take home and we were provided a small meal at the end.
- Equus Monteverde Horseback Riding: Definitely a highlight of our time in Monteverde. We chose the lastest tour so we were able to catch the sunset. The property is gorgeous with stunning trails. I also felt super safe on the horses, even though I was a total beginner.
- La Cocina Dona Mayra: Good casual spot for lunch. Affordable. Great juice.
- Bon Appetit: This place is good if you’re looking for a fancier meal and Italian food but it is more expensive than the other places around.
- Sabor Tico: Possibly the best meal we had in Costa Rica. Generous portions, delicious flavourful food.
- Tico Y Rico: A bit more expensive than other spots but a convenient location. The portions were massive so it was still good value.
2023.03.30 00:24 chris44344 New Verizon small cell in Hiram, GA
 | Verizon recently released an article titled “Verizon continues to upgrade Atlanta’s best network” and in it they mentioned Hiram was getting a small cell. I found it today, and it’s in a very interesting location. As you can see in the second photo there’s a macro with Verizon on it very close and there’s another macro in the opposite direction very close as well. I’m curious why they chose this particular spot when there’s several areas nearby with very poor signal and unusable data due to Verizon not being on existing macros that AT&T, T-Mobile and Dish are on. Regardless, it’s always nice to see expansion. I don’t think the site is on yet. submitted by chris44344 to cellmapper [link] [comments] |
2023.03.30 00:24 SaxyTribo [Travel] Please Remain Seated Episode 26 Special Guest Morgan of "Just Some Magic", Avengers Campus & Cosmic Rewind Review
"Please Remain Seated" is a theme park news, reviews, segments & stories podcast hosted by two theme park industry workers, Tommy & Tristan! Segments included "Passholder Karen of the Week", "Creatures of the Park", and theme park history!
On this episode (Recorded March 19, 2023) Tommy & Tristan are joined by very special guest Morgan of the "Just Some Magic" podcast! We discuss the new "Big Hero Six" land coming to Disney's California Adventure, the Disneyland Hotel's new DVC tower opening later this year, Disney Cruise Line's "Lighthouse Point" opening Summer 2024, new details about the new nighttime spectacular coming to Epcot in fall of this year, a management change at Walt Disney Imagineering, Universal Parks & Resorts being rebranded, Morgan reviews her recent trip to Disneyland/DCA, including Avengers Campus, as well as her first experience on Guardians of the Galaxy: Cosmic Rewind. Tristan reads two "Passholder Karen of the Week" segments, from Universal and Disney.
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On this episode (Recorded March 19, 2023) Tommy & Tristan are joined by very special guest Morgan of the "Just Some Magic" podcast! We discuss the new "Big Hero Six" land coming to Disney's California Adventure, the Disneyland Hotel's new DVC tower opening later this year, Disney Cruise Line's "Lighthouse Point" opening Summer 2024, new details about the new nighttime spectacular coming to Epcot in fall of this year, a management change at Walt Disney Imagineering, Universal Parks & Resorts being rebranded, Morgan reviews her recent trip to Disneyland/DCA, including Avengers Campus, as well as her first experience on Guardians of the Galaxy: Cosmic Rewind. Tristan reads two "Passholder Karen of the Week" segments, from Universal and Disney.
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2023.03.30 00:23 fishuuuu Landlord charged more than I agreed to on pre-authorized debit form
Hey PersonalFinanceCanada! I'm located in BC. The situation is that I cancelled my paid parking last week, but my landlord refused to reduce my months rent for April, citing that they need 30 days for any "account information" changes or "terminations" of the preauthorized debit (PAD). For one, I think this is bullshit, and if I wanted to fight it based on the wording of the agreement, I could. Strictly speaking, if a PAD can be amended or modified, it isn't being terminated. But that's besides the point. The true "a-ha!" moment came when I noticed that the PAD form I signed last year, for a rental increase, did not actually include the post-rental-increase amount. It describes the initial amount, which is about $26 per month less. The landlord even accepted and confirmed that things looked good. So, for the last ~9 months they have been over-debiting my account by $26. Technically, I still owe them this amount, but, if I wanted to make their life more complicated, they would have to return those over-charges and have me pay them in a separate transaction, right? Should I threaten them with this information so that they reduce my April rent by the $100 I am owed for releasing my parking spot? Or should I forget this detail and argue with the wording of the agreement? Lastly, I feel a little vindictive going such a long way to get something I want, but $100 is $100, and their arbitrary rules have been stacking up over the last few months and it's getting very annoying.
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2023.03.30 00:23 ConversationLong3023 Ads and GA Discrepancy
I currently am showing 350 form fills in google ads but google analytics is showing 175. Any ideas? I'm assuming ads is counting when the form fill is clicked and GA is counting it when its submitted? The lead form asset (extension) is disapproved for the moment. I did attach lead form to the ads as well. Conversion tag is recording, set to 1 , source: website , then 90-3-1for click through, engage, view,
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2023.03.30 00:21 Practical-Leave6125 Advice for a SAHM
I’m not going into too much personal detail as my partner uses reddit too.
Background Info:
My partner and I have been in an up & down relationship for the past 3 years. We have 2 small children (23 month old & 5 month old).
It was the way it always goes, amazing at first. He made me feel like I was his whole world, like i’d finally found the “one”.
I got pregnant quite early in the relationship (not very smart, I know). We lived with his family at that time. I didn’t see much of his family during this time due to being bed bound from extreme morning sickness.
A couple of months later we ended up moving in with my family across the country as we went to visit and got stuck there in lock down. I was too far into my pregnancy to be able to wait for the restrictions to lift & come back to give birth.
My first son was born in my hometown where we lived with my parents but we left as there were some disagreements in the family. It was a choice we both wanted to make.
Before we moved back in with his family there was dishonesty in the relationship. Not cheating, but dishonesty. For context, early on in the relationship we discussed boundaries surrounding trust, lying and looking at other people but my focal point here is lying. My past relationship ended due to being lied to and cheated on. We were both very clear on our boundaries surrounding trust.
His boundary was that looking at other people, watching porn and lying about it are what he would deem as cheating, disrespect and cause for mistrust.
My boundary was being lied to. I have been lied to and cheated on and it’s not something I agree with. I’m normally fine with my partners watching porn, I understand that people have needs and desires but we agreed that we wouldn’t as it was a boundary of his.
My partner neglected me when I was pregnant, despite me letting him know how alone I felt, how gross I felt due to my changing body. He never touched my bump of his own accord, I had to prompt him. The only time he really wanted to touch me was when he wanted sex which came to be very rarely. I would frequently wake up in the middle of the night to him being in my parents bathroom “sorting himself out” if you will.
He never offered back rubs, foot rubs or anything let alone a hug when I was struggling and when I was having a hard time with the effects of pregnancy (irritability for example) this was cause for a fight.
He said that he still thought I was “attractive” whilst maintaining a distance and seemingly forgetting I was pregnant. I felt so disgusted in myself and insecure.
One day I go on our shared laptop and wanted to do some research for a course I was studying but noticed he’d logged the account on the browser that we used out. It felt a bit off. I asked for the password and seemingly “forgot” it and was weird about changing it. This is the same account he uses on his phone so it didn’t seem right.
He eventually tells me the password and out of curiosity over how strange he was being he was I looked at the activity and the history. Lots of deleted activity (he admitted to deleting it before I logged in) but he left trails of him frequently looking up a particular OnlyFans creator. I’m talking all her socials, trying to buy her content and basically seeing what she was up to every day. Outside of this, I went on his reddit account to see if he’d been frequenting her on there too (she posts NSFW content on here). Whilst I didn’t see her in particular, I saw porn. Lots and lots of it.
Now this wouldn’t have an issue if he hadn’t lied. If he hadn’t told me that I wasn’t to watch it or look at others as it was “cheating”. If he wasn’t neglecting me to go pine over some girl whilst i’m pregnant, whilst i’m in the hospital post-partum on my own (due to covid restrictions) as my child had to be resuscitated at birth and required monitoring and also whilst i’m at home, dealing with post partum depression and anxiety meanwhile he’s at work.. ignoring my messages. Funny that he could find time to check in on someone else but not respond to his partner.
I was deep into the PPA and PPD during this time and the mistrust hurt so much and it took a deep strain on my self confidence as I still had my post baby body. It hurt more because he knew how sensitive I was to it, because he promised me that he would never do such a thing to me.
I remember so clearly what he said when I confronted him about his actions. “I never considered you when I was doing it. I was only thinking about me”.
We moved back in with his family and it was the worst experience ever. Constant belittling, snide remarks, micro-parenting, being told I’m a shit parent, told off for cooking, told off for taking my child for a nap , told me off for cooking for my child and would complain about what I was cooking him (I got told off for making him pasta..). I got called an idiot in one way or another every single day.
When I got pregnant again, they would insist on taking me to prenatal appointments and then would complain to me or to each other about it when I was in the room to the point where I was taken to an antenatal appointment and they were calling me irresponsible because they couldn’t find parking so I got out the car, took my child, thanked them for the ride and said I would make my way own way home. I didn’t know the area, I had no idea where I was and ultimately got the wrong bus because I was unfamiliar with the area & the bus routes and ended up on a bus for 2 hours in the wrong direction.
This was daily. My partner worked full time and I didn’t know the area, I had no friends and I was just stuck with them. It got to a point where I felt too anxious to leave the room to get myself & my child food and milk. Basically anything. I eventually started taking my child for walks, picnics, window shopping, anything to stay out of their way.
Partner said to bide my time as they were doing us a favour. He failed to empathise because it didn’t happen to him. I was so incredibly lonely, depressed and anxious all the time.
We fought, a lot. About living there and how they were and how he never stood up for me, about him hurting my feelings regularly.
He eventually took to telling me that “if my perception of him wasn’t so warped I wouldn’t have a problem”, “if I stopped wanting to be a victim and be offended then we wouldn’t have a problem.”
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Background Info:
My partner and I have been in an up & down relationship for the past 3 years. We have 2 small children (23 month old & 5 month old).
It was the way it always goes, amazing at first. He made me feel like I was his whole world, like i’d finally found the “one”.
I got pregnant quite early in the relationship (not very smart, I know). We lived with his family at that time. I didn’t see much of his family during this time due to being bed bound from extreme morning sickness.
A couple of months later we ended up moving in with my family across the country as we went to visit and got stuck there in lock down. I was too far into my pregnancy to be able to wait for the restrictions to lift & come back to give birth.
My first son was born in my hometown where we lived with my parents but we left as there were some disagreements in the family. It was a choice we both wanted to make.
Before we moved back in with his family there was dishonesty in the relationship. Not cheating, but dishonesty. For context, early on in the relationship we discussed boundaries surrounding trust, lying and looking at other people but my focal point here is lying. My past relationship ended due to being lied to and cheated on. We were both very clear on our boundaries surrounding trust.
His boundary was that looking at other people, watching porn and lying about it are what he would deem as cheating, disrespect and cause for mistrust.
My boundary was being lied to. I have been lied to and cheated on and it’s not something I agree with. I’m normally fine with my partners watching porn, I understand that people have needs and desires but we agreed that we wouldn’t as it was a boundary of his.
My partner neglected me when I was pregnant, despite me letting him know how alone I felt, how gross I felt due to my changing body. He never touched my bump of his own accord, I had to prompt him. The only time he really wanted to touch me was when he wanted sex which came to be very rarely. I would frequently wake up in the middle of the night to him being in my parents bathroom “sorting himself out” if you will.
He never offered back rubs, foot rubs or anything let alone a hug when I was struggling and when I was having a hard time with the effects of pregnancy (irritability for example) this was cause for a fight.
He said that he still thought I was “attractive” whilst maintaining a distance and seemingly forgetting I was pregnant. I felt so disgusted in myself and insecure.
One day I go on our shared laptop and wanted to do some research for a course I was studying but noticed he’d logged the account on the browser that we used out. It felt a bit off. I asked for the password and seemingly “forgot” it and was weird about changing it. This is the same account he uses on his phone so it didn’t seem right.
He eventually tells me the password and out of curiosity over how strange he was being he was I looked at the activity and the history. Lots of deleted activity (he admitted to deleting it before I logged in) but he left trails of him frequently looking up a particular OnlyFans creator. I’m talking all her socials, trying to buy her content and basically seeing what she was up to every day. Outside of this, I went on his reddit account to see if he’d been frequenting her on there too (she posts NSFW content on here). Whilst I didn’t see her in particular, I saw porn. Lots and lots of it.
Now this wouldn’t have an issue if he hadn’t lied. If he hadn’t told me that I wasn’t to watch it or look at others as it was “cheating”. If he wasn’t neglecting me to go pine over some girl whilst i’m pregnant, whilst i’m in the hospital post-partum on my own (due to covid restrictions) as my child had to be resuscitated at birth and required monitoring and also whilst i’m at home, dealing with post partum depression and anxiety meanwhile he’s at work.. ignoring my messages. Funny that he could find time to check in on someone else but not respond to his partner.
I was deep into the PPA and PPD during this time and the mistrust hurt so much and it took a deep strain on my self confidence as I still had my post baby body. It hurt more because he knew how sensitive I was to it, because he promised me that he would never do such a thing to me.
I remember so clearly what he said when I confronted him about his actions. “I never considered you when I was doing it. I was only thinking about me”.
We moved back in with his family and it was the worst experience ever. Constant belittling, snide remarks, micro-parenting, being told I’m a shit parent, told off for cooking, told off for taking my child for a nap , told me off for cooking for my child and would complain about what I was cooking him (I got told off for making him pasta..). I got called an idiot in one way or another every single day.
When I got pregnant again, they would insist on taking me to prenatal appointments and then would complain to me or to each other about it when I was in the room to the point where I was taken to an antenatal appointment and they were calling me irresponsible because they couldn’t find parking so I got out the car, took my child, thanked them for the ride and said I would make my way own way home. I didn’t know the area, I had no idea where I was and ultimately got the wrong bus because I was unfamiliar with the area & the bus routes and ended up on a bus for 2 hours in the wrong direction.
This was daily. My partner worked full time and I didn’t know the area, I had no friends and I was just stuck with them. It got to a point where I felt too anxious to leave the room to get myself & my child food and milk. Basically anything. I eventually started taking my child for walks, picnics, window shopping, anything to stay out of their way.
Partner said to bide my time as they were doing us a favour. He failed to empathise because it didn’t happen to him. I was so incredibly lonely, depressed and anxious all the time.
We fought, a lot. About living there and how they were and how he never stood up for me, about him hurting my feelings regularly.
He eventually took to telling me that “if my perception of him wasn’t so warped I wouldn’t have a problem”, “if I stopped wanting to be a victim and be offended then we wouldn’t have a problem.”
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2023.03.30 00:19 Individual-Fact6984 Is it worth it to replace piston rings in 2016 Tiguan?
My Tiguan has been burning oil like crazy for… a long time. (3ish years, honestly) I can’t go 500/600 miles without needing to put oil in it. Sometimes less. Usually at that point there’s virtually no oil in it or it’s right below the line.
There is 100% no leak in it… there’s never any spots at all at any place I park.
I’ve called local mechanics who specialize in VW and they say it’s likely the piston rings that need to be replaced & this is a common issue.
The car has 130k miles on it. I’ve already had to replace the intake manifold (was reimbursed due to a recall, however), the control arms, my trunk latch, and have had numerous problems with the brakes.
Is it worth it to spend the 5k to replace the rings or should I trade this sucker in and get a new car?
My concern is if I invest the 5k into it something else will go wrong.
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There is 100% no leak in it… there’s never any spots at all at any place I park.
I’ve called local mechanics who specialize in VW and they say it’s likely the piston rings that need to be replaced & this is a common issue.
The car has 130k miles on it. I’ve already had to replace the intake manifold (was reimbursed due to a recall, however), the control arms, my trunk latch, and have had numerous problems with the brakes.
Is it worth it to spend the 5k to replace the rings or should I trade this sucker in and get a new car?
My concern is if I invest the 5k into it something else will go wrong.
2023.03.30 00:18 ThrowRASpiritualKiwi How should my boyfriend (M22) and I (F29) split the expenses/efforts when dating?
My boyfriend and I live not too close to each other. I have a car, while he doesn't drive, so I'm usually the one driving to his city, which takes me about 1h30min by car, even though with the tolls and the diesel, the car travel is more expensive to me than riding the train is for him. He has come to my village by train before, which takes him about 1h30 by train (I drive from my house to the train station to meet him there), but it's usually me driving to his city since I have a car. I absolutely hate driving and I only do it all the time when going out with him to make his life easier.
He knows I hate driving, even though I never complained about driving when it's to meet him, but I've complained about driving in general, so he told me "well, you could take the train too when coming here... I've also done it before. It's not a problem, you must prefer the car"... But if I take the train, it will take me much longer (2h30min) than when he takes the train (since I don't live by the train station unlike him and I'd have to go from my house to the train station by foot while he only ever goes to the train station here, not to my house which is further away). Still, I told him it's a good point and that I can do it, but then he would have to be understanding that it would take me longer to arrive and that I would have to leave sooner (public transportation doesn't work past midnight here and, even so, I don't feel safe riding the train so late - he never rides the train so late either), besides the fact he would have to ride the train to my village too sometimes, otherwise it wouldn't be fair if it was always me. Because of this, we agreed on keeping things as they were (AKA me driving to his city).
While in my village the parking is free, I always pay around 10 euros for parking when I go there during the week (there is free parking during the weekends close to his place, so I usually stay at his place on the weekends). I'm also usually the one who pays for our meals, I guess it became a habit since I wanted to pay on the first dates to show my interest and appreciation for him. I never complained about paying for his meals to him, since my salary is higher than his by 100-150 euros, depending on the month, plus his house rent is higher than mine as well. But now I feel it's being a bit expensive and draining (since I hate driving) and he doesn't seem to want to share the expenses of it all equally, especially the car-related ones (at least the parking costs to meet him and the tolls when I drive him around). He doesn't want to take his driving license because he says he doesn't need it, since he lives in a city with a subway, but then he asks me for rides when I'm there and when we go out of the city.
My family also thinks I should be the one paying for everything, since I make more money, but we're not even married, so it's MY money that I work hard to make and that I started making later in life than him (because I had to undergo many years of studies) and I don't even know if he will want to break up with me in the future, which would suck... I've dated one guy before him, even if only for a short period of time, who made almost 1000 euros more than me and we still split the expenses of everything 50/50 and I felt it was right at the time.
I've complained about the costs to my current boyfriend before and he says he agrees and that he understands, but that's it. I love him very much and I don't want him to think that I've changed (we've been dating for 9 months now) or that I'm being greedy/selfish... So I want to know if anyone else has/had this kind of issue, how did you approach it and how did you find the best solution?
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He knows I hate driving, even though I never complained about driving when it's to meet him, but I've complained about driving in general, so he told me "well, you could take the train too when coming here... I've also done it before. It's not a problem, you must prefer the car"... But if I take the train, it will take me much longer (2h30min) than when he takes the train (since I don't live by the train station unlike him and I'd have to go from my house to the train station by foot while he only ever goes to the train station here, not to my house which is further away). Still, I told him it's a good point and that I can do it, but then he would have to be understanding that it would take me longer to arrive and that I would have to leave sooner (public transportation doesn't work past midnight here and, even so, I don't feel safe riding the train so late - he never rides the train so late either), besides the fact he would have to ride the train to my village too sometimes, otherwise it wouldn't be fair if it was always me. Because of this, we agreed on keeping things as they were (AKA me driving to his city).
While in my village the parking is free, I always pay around 10 euros for parking when I go there during the week (there is free parking during the weekends close to his place, so I usually stay at his place on the weekends). I'm also usually the one who pays for our meals, I guess it became a habit since I wanted to pay on the first dates to show my interest and appreciation for him. I never complained about paying for his meals to him, since my salary is higher than his by 100-150 euros, depending on the month, plus his house rent is higher than mine as well. But now I feel it's being a bit expensive and draining (since I hate driving) and he doesn't seem to want to share the expenses of it all equally, especially the car-related ones (at least the parking costs to meet him and the tolls when I drive him around). He doesn't want to take his driving license because he says he doesn't need it, since he lives in a city with a subway, but then he asks me for rides when I'm there and when we go out of the city.
My family also thinks I should be the one paying for everything, since I make more money, but we're not even married, so it's MY money that I work hard to make and that I started making later in life than him (because I had to undergo many years of studies) and I don't even know if he will want to break up with me in the future, which would suck... I've dated one guy before him, even if only for a short period of time, who made almost 1000 euros more than me and we still split the expenses of everything 50/50 and I felt it was right at the time.
I've complained about the costs to my current boyfriend before and he says he agrees and that he understands, but that's it. I love him very much and I don't want him to think that I've changed (we've been dating for 9 months now) or that I'm being greedy/selfish... So I want to know if anyone else has/had this kind of issue, how did you approach it and how did you find the best solution?
2023.03.30 00:18 whispercarelessly Can I get a dui for sleeping in my van?
Soon going to be on a roadtrip with my van. Wondering what the rules are here. I'm sure it's state by state. I'll be traveling mostly out west (Cali, Oregon, NM). I got a DUI five years ago and have worked to avoid another ever since: I never drive even after one drink.
I know there's some gray area here. I rarely drink anymore and plan to mostly hike and camp. But in the rare instances I go to see a live band and have a few drinks, I will not be able to drive. If I have my van parked in a 24 hr lot and just unlock the back and sleep can I get in trouble? I know some states have "intent to drive" so even if I had my keys in my hand headed towards my vehicle and I was drunk I could get in trouble.
P.S I'm very small, 3 drinks is a decent amount for me. I wouldn't go above that.
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I know there's some gray area here. I rarely drink anymore and plan to mostly hike and camp. But in the rare instances I go to see a live band and have a few drinks, I will not be able to drive. If I have my van parked in a 24 hr lot and just unlock the back and sleep can I get in trouble? I know some states have "intent to drive" so even if I had my keys in my hand headed towards my vehicle and I was drunk I could get in trouble.
P.S I'm very small, 3 drinks is a decent amount for me. I wouldn't go above that.