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The Fucking Weather

I love it, even if they are a little on the grammatically-challenged side.  Who is coming up with this incredible nonsense?  How am I not thinking of it first?  Brilliant!

What The Fuck Should I Make For Dinner?

Click on what it tells you to make and it redirects you to a non-profane website with the recipe.  Or get them to give you a different fucking idea.  How perfect is this for me??

I can’t stop watching this.

I’ve been reading “how-to’s” a lot lately, mostly because I’m addicted to the internet and also because I think it’s important (and beneficial to your street cred) to know how to do really obscure things.

Where am I going with this?  Four words:  Kung Fu For Girls.

“How To Do An Inside Block to the Side of the Head” has to always be good to know, and it’s too bad I’m just finding out about this now.

Assume the guard position. With your front arm, perform a pseudomilitary salute. Now move the saluting hand six inches forward, away from your head. Execute the movement again but go immediately to the finishing position. Any attack to the side of the head can be absorbed on the forearm. Your arm hacks into your attacker’s like an ax hitting a tree branch.

Luckily, FB from Fabulously Broke in the City has graciously allowed me to bootleg one of her recent posts regarding moving back home after you’ve been living on your own for a long time.   Don’t worry though, I’m not letting her do all the work.  Watch out for my own personal comments throughout the post.

Living with your parents, before you move out

This is the time when you most want to move out.

There is no space, it’s cluttered, you can’t even make chocolate spread-covered butter biscuits for breakfast without your Dad shoving an orange in your face.

You get in fights over who should have taken out the garbage.

You are constantly told: My house, my rules.

And you get these worrying looks when you come home past 8 p.m.

Like at 8.15 p.m.

Jillian says:  This is where I’m grateful for never having a curfew.

You think living on your own will be THE BOMB and you can eat cookies for breakfast, sleep in until noon with nary a care in the world.

I moved out when I was 19, got my own apartment and a job to pay for it.

Jillian says: same here.

It was a quick lesson in how to be an adult, that was for damn sure.

The thing I forgot about in my fantasies of leaving was how things were going to get done and paid.

Bathroom filthy? It may not have been your chore to do at home, but now you have to do it ALL.

Bills getting paid? Gotta get a job to do that, the electricity doesn’t work without it.

And I didn’t pay rent BEFORE I moved out. Only after I move back in, do I have to pay rent.

Jillian says:  Yep, same here.

Remembering to buy toilet paper and toothpaste? Er…… can baking soda and tissue papers suffice for now?

Jillian says:  Toilet paper is the least fun thing you could ever spend your own money on, along with detergent and Windex.

Learning how to do little fix-it things around the home? Had to be Googled.

And cooking: where else are you ever going to get mom’s home cooked meals filled with love, unless you do it yourself? Gah.

Jillian says:  my mom didn’t cook much when I was growing up.  We ate out a lot, but after I moved out it was the having to pay for it all myself that killed.

Of course, the best thing about living on your own is you CAN eat cookies for breakfast, sleep in until noon and do what you want without someone nagging you.

But change starts to take place, and before you know it, you are shrieking at someone for putting down a cold glass on the table without a coaster, and wondering how to get burnt food off from the bottom of a pot without ruining it.

With freedom, comes responsibility. Ahhhh…

Still, it’s pretty awesome living without your parents.

You can decorate and do whatever the heck you want, and no one is going to try and use your room as a storage for old dusty boxes with useless parts of ancient computers, or store furniture in there because they have too much junk everywhere else.

Living with your parents after you have moved out

So you had to move back in for various reasons.

It wasn’t awful living with my mom. But I felt a real sense of guilt of not being there more during the week on some nights when I came home late, or went out after.

Jillian says: this has been happening to me a lot lately.  I’m hardly ever home, and when I am, my parents are generally not because our work schedules don’t line up.

My mom has been wanting to go to the movies with me, play Wii Fit with her, and to take me to a Thai restaurant for my birthday this Saturday, but I’m always somewhere, on my way somewhere, or planning to go somewhere else.  Excuse me while I go give my mom a hug right now.

We only saw each other briefly in the mornings (she left before I did), and briefly at night when she and I both came home hungry and exhausted.

Jillian says: exactly the same.

There were a lot of good things, like having more bonding time with my mom, which helped our relationship a lot, and I felt good being able to help her do things she otherwise would have taken hours to do.

Jillian says:  I also agree here.  Being home permanently during the holidays was especially great.  My trips home were usually hectic and too short.

I came back to a room totally filled with JUNK. My family’s JUNK.

Jillian says:  they cleared a lot of junk out for me when I moved back, but my room was still full of my own junk…like a box of notes from friends in high school.  And I’d been telling my mom to just pitch everything for years, but she is wacked and wanted me to go through everything and save “important” stuff.  I ended up pitching 96% of it.

And a new rule was installed: You put junk in that particular room, and I will get rid of it as I see fit.

The last time we went back with BF’s truck, we hauled away 10 boxes of JUNK, 1 huge broken computer chair, and cleaned the room of its mess.

Did anyone notice? Probably not.

But the room looks a heck of a lot better.

I don’t think there’s anything shameful or wrong in living with your parents past the age of 19, or moving back in

Maybe it’s just my sort-of traditional upbringing, but I had lots of friends who lived with their parents, and some who still do.

Jillian says:  I have a few friends who still live with their parents.  If everybody’s fine and happy with it, then why not?

And they are normal, human beings who are not weirdo recluses who stay in their basement in their PJs all day, playing Dungeons and Dragons, shunning all human contact.

Jillian says: hahaha.  Consider this comment a shout out to someone.  You know who you are.

Some people think it’s a sign of weakness, or that you couldn’t hack it on your own, so you had to crawl back to mommy and daddy.

Jillian says:  I worry about this just a little.

Not me.

I already moved out on my own at 19, and proved I could be independent.

Jillian says: very true.

And when I moved back in the first time, it was for practical reasons, rather than emotional ones.

Jillian says: also very true.

I had a project in my so-called home city (Toronto is NOT Greater Toronto Area, people!! GTA is not “local” for me.), and I didn’t want to pay 12 months of rent to a stranger when I could just pay it to my parents.

This time, since I had already left the family home once, it meant I would move back as a contributing member and renter.

I paid $600 a month, bought my own food, stayed only for 4 days in Toronto and spent the other 3 in Montreal with BF.

Jillian says:  I pay rent also.  They will share most of what they buy in groceries with me, but I’m responsible for anything extra.  This is because we all want me to save my money (which I’m effectively doing!).  I help out as much as I can in other ways, when I’m even around.

For 8 months.

I also pulled my weight as a member of the family and became a typist & editor for my mom’s papers, garbage-taker-outter, official lunch-maker-and-packer, and a pianist at night.

This second time I will move back in with my parents, and with my BF, will not be because we cannot afford rent, or are running back home with our tails between our legs.

I am not ashamed at all for going back, and neither does BF feel weird for going back to my parents.

Jillian says:  we’re lucky to have the option and families who are happy to have us back.  Not everyone has that.

I wouldn’t feel strange going to his place to live if it was for practical reasons, and if I knew it wasn’t permanent.

Again, as always, it’s for practical reasons — that we don’t want to pay 12 months of rent to a stranger, as we could potentially be leaving after a month of being in Toronto, or after 7 months.

Plus, it’s a totally enclosed separate apartment on its own, and we can have our own privacy any time we want, with our own bathroom, kitchen and separate doors and entryways.

It’s like being tenants, while having the freedom to do what you want in your own space, AND roam to take over the rest of the house as well.

It’s uncertain how long we will stay in Toronto, and I’d rather take advantage of the available situation rather than getting an apartment, paying the same rent in the same area, just to prove a point.

I have no qualms (and neither does BF) about moving back in with my family.

It isn’t permanent, and we aren’t parasitic moochers.

Jillian says:  this is important for people on the outside to be aware of.

Besides, my mom is really craving the company at night, and we are planning on doing lots of chores that my much older mom cannot handle on her own, cooking and buying food for the family in addition to paying rent while we’re there.

Even with my older brother, they don’t find it weird that my dad has moved in with them to nanny their kids.

And I don’t either, because my dad gets paid a decent salary for doing it, and he WANTS to take care of his grandkids.

We’re family but we are not a family of moochers, even to each other.

We understand that nothing is really for free, even if we’re family.

Lessons learned so far

Living with your parents at the age of 19 or coming back when you’re 23, and 26, can be both annoying, but also comforting.

I found that over the years of not physically living with my sometimes very demanding, annoying parents, was that I grew closer emotionally.

I called my mom more. On a whim, just to hear how the family and she was doing.

I emailed my dad more, to show him pictures of food we made, and to promise to come back.

I actually even tried to get more sisterly with my brothers, and tentatively, it’s still walking on hot coals for some parts. But it’s getting there.

You sometimes need to move away to get closer.

Jillian says:  all of the above are so true.

Haha strange coincidence.  My mom just now knocked on my door and handed me a small bowl of sweet potato fries that were left from dinner and said “finish them.”

Those are the moments I’ll miss when I’m gone, and am hanging on to now while I can.  Lucky to be here.

Thanks again FB!  I couldn’t have said any of this better myself.

Here’s the ad that initially left me confused and dumbfounded for a whole minute solid after seeing it:

My sister turned me on to a magically wonderful list after I called her out on one of her Facebook statuses for spelling “a lot” wrong.  See, I’m sort of a spelling and grammar snob/nazi/jerkface/other derogatory word of choice.  I go absolutely batshit crazy when I see someone use incorrect spelling/grammar when they should clearly know better.*

“Ten Words You Need To Stop Misspelling” comes from The Oatmeal, aka Matthew Inman, aka the creator of the most recent internet love of my life.  Check out Ten Words You Need To Stop Misspelling right away; you’ll go crazy for it if you’re a stickler.  I’ve included a few of my own “favorite” cringe-inducing misspellings below.

*While very close to being perfect, I’m not.  Sometimes I spell things wrong.  I also sometimes mess up sentences.  These are called typos.  Typos are different because even though I know better, I’m too lazy to proofread my work.  Then when I go back and notice said spelling/grammar error, I suffer from extreme guilt and anxiety and must correct it immediately.  Therefore, I try not to judge too much, because then I judge myself just as harshly.  That’s my attempt at a disclaimer for how I feel about the issue.  Conversely,  regularly employing bangin’ spelling and grammar is a huge turn on.  Just so you know.

Because it’s New Year’s Eve, and I live in Philly, and everybody knows Jersey Shore is a complete and utter trainwreck that you either love, love to hate, or hate and still have to watch anyway because you can’t help yourself, I thought I’d share this from the always highlarious 2birds1blog.  It’s the Ultimate Jersey Shore Drinking Game, and relevant today because 80% or more of you reading will be partaking in getting effed up this evening, or at the very least in the presence of those who will be.  Enjoy, but be safe also and don’t be like Snookie/Snickers/Moron-Who-Is-A-Poor-Excuse-For-A-Female and be all gross and trashed like homegirl was on the first night in the Joysie Shaw Haaaas.  Fistpump!

The Ultimate Jersey Shore Drinking Game

Rules:
Drink When:
- Someone says “juicehead”
- Pauly is drying his hair
- Snookers alienates herself from the housemates
- You can see more than 3/4’s of J-Woww’s boobs
- Vinny openly mocks someone else in the house
- A Guido says “honestly bro” or “pound it out”
- Angelina cockblocks someone
- For every person in the hot tub
- Someone uses the word “Guidette”
- Angelina acts like simple retail tasks are really, really hard
- Someone talks about hair gel or tanning
- A muscular dude drinks a shockingly feminine drink
- Mike talks about The Situation
- There’s something blatantly sexist
- Someone says either “Jersey” or “Shore”
- Sammi “Sweetheart” refers to herself as Sammi “Sweetheart”
- Anytime someone feels betrayed
- There’s a guy with his shirt off
- There’s a can of light beer in view
- The Situation sells a t-shirt or pair of hot pants
- Someone responds to someone else’s comment with the exact same or coequal comment, eg:
J-Woww: “You don’t understand how bad I want you.”
Pauly: “You don’t understand how bad I want you.”