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I don't think it would be. See if she would be agreeable to a half day out. You get to take the dog out for a walk and a treat. Even offer to take him/her/them to the vet on occasion to help out. It's better than the alternative of never seeing them again.
She ended up bringing up that she hopes in the future we’ll be friends and I can visit him. So that’s good. It’s been a rough weekend but Mowgli and I did all the things so it ended with good memories. Now onto the next million things I need to do…
Sorry to hear this, buddy, but maybe hopefully it sounds like you may be able to get some time with your dog in the not too distant future. And at least you have good memories to go out on!
What better thing to do on this fine Thursday morning than wait outside in line at the DMV where my so called “appointment” was for 10:30 but there are 6-7 people in front of me who haven’t even been called in yet, and the only interaction we’ve had with the DMV employee was when she came outside briefly to yell at us for standing in the wrong spot. No one has been admitted inside since I got here 20 minutes ago.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
So I get not wanting to overload a parent with information, but it seems like each phase of my son's cancer treatment is a big ass surprise. First it was just weekly visits to clinic Then there was weekly for x weeks, daily for a week, home chemo, back to weekly..rinse and repeat. Now there is talk about admissions every other week. Getting the new roadmap today, but man, it would be nice to get a heads up every now and again.
not sure if the grrrr thread is right for this, but for those of you who don't follow me on socials wanted to let y'all know i lost my mom to pancreatic cancer today. i hadn't talked about her struggle the past three years on here much because inforoo is a great online respite for me. and y'all and all y'all's silliness and music talk has been a great comfort since she was diagnosed. particularly the last couple months after she stopped treatment and we knew it was just a matter of time. so thank you all for your friendship and all the dumb shit you post here.
going to share a story here that i would never share on social media. people here say i'm funny and i gotta tell you i get that from my parents. my mom in particular could be brutal, but this story is about my dad. let me be clear my dad was with my mom for 49 years and absolutely adored her, so don't get this story twisted. mom had been in hospice and unresponsive since Friday. my family had been hanging around up there and as our anxiety got better and we were becoming more and more sleep deprived we started telling stories and laughing and cutting up. mom passed today at about 2:30. my dad, sister, two nieces, and i were standing around her bed. we said a couple of prayers and cried and hugged each other. then my dad asked if we should take a picture of mom to update her facebook profile pic. let me tell you i've never heard a darker joke absolutely destroy a room. i can't believe he said it but it was a legendary moment in our family history that my mom would have absolutely loved.
if you gotta momma or anybody in your life that is a parent figure, tell them you love and appreciate them today. and while i'm mainly an indie guy i can't wait to dance with you fuckin fucks at bonnaroo etc.
not sure if the grrrr thread is right for this, but for those of you who don't follow me on socials wanted to let y'all know i lost my mom to pancreatic cancer today. i hadn't talked about her struggle the past three years on here much because inforoo is a great online respite for me. and y'all and all y'all's silliness and music talk has been a great comfort since she was diagnosed. particularly the last couple months after she stopped treatment and we knew it was just a matter of time. so thank you all for your friendship and all the dumb shit you post here.
going to share a story here that i would never share on social media. people here say i'm funny and i gotta tell you i get that from my parents. my mom in particular could be brutal, but this story is about my dad. let me be clear my dad was with my mom for 49 years and absolutely adored her, so don't get this story twisted. mom had been in hospice and unresponsive since Friday. my family had been hanging around up there and as our anxiety got better and we were becoming more and more sleep deprived we started telling stories and laughing and cutting up. mom passed today at about 2:30. my dad, sister, two nieces, and i were standing around her bed. we said a couple of prayers and cried and hugged each other. then my dad asked if we should take a picture of mom to update her facebook profile pic. let me tell you i've never heard a darker joke absolutely destroy a room. i can't believe he said it but it was a legendary moment in our family history that my mom would have absolutely loved.
if you gotta momma or anybody in your life that is a parent figure, tell them you love and appreciate them today. and while i'm mainly an indie guy i can't wait to dance with you fuckin fucks at bonnaroo etc.
I am so sorry. I know the pain. But your Mom would have loved your father's comment.
not sure if the grrrr thread is right for this, but for those of you who don't follow me on socials wanted to let y'all know i lost my mom to pancreatic cancer today. i hadn't talked about her struggle the past three years on here much because inforoo is a great online respite for me. and y'all and all y'all's silliness and music talk has been a great comfort since she was diagnosed. particularly the last couple months after she stopped treatment and we knew it was just a matter of time. so thank you all for your friendship and all the dumb shit you post here.
going to share a story here that i would never share on social media. people here say i'm funny and i gotta tell you i get that from my parents. my mom in particular could be brutal, but this story is about my dad. let me be clear my dad was with my mom for 49 years and absolutely adored her, so don't get this story twisted. mom had been in hospice and unresponsive since Friday. my family had been hanging around up there and as our anxiety got better and we were becoming more and more sleep deprived we started telling stories and laughing and cutting up. mom passed today at about 2:30. my dad, sister, two nieces, and i were standing around her bed. we said a couple of prayers and cried and hugged each other. then my dad asked if we should take a picture of mom to update her facebook profile pic. let me tell you i've never heard a darker joke absolutely destroy a room. i can't believe he said it but it was a legendary moment in our family history that my mom would have absolutely loved.
if you gotta momma or anybody in your life that is a parent figure, tell them you love and appreciate them today. and while i'm mainly an indie guy i can't wait to dance with you fuckin fucks at bonnaroo etc.
That is a great memory to go out on. Thinking of you and your family. I’ll twirl you around to some tunes in Sept.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Today, dude in a landscaping truck pulled over and screamed homophobic slurs at my 4 year old because we have a pride flag up on our house.
The fuck is wrong with people?
People who say homophobic shit are chuds, but its like next level to yell them at preschoolers.
While I still get angry, I remind myself that fuck-o probably isn’t much more of a thinker than a preschooler.
Today I learned that I lost another person that I grew up with. I’ve lost count. Fuck being close to 50 and screaming “DRUGS ARE COOL, MAN”. There’s a reason I’ll never move back there and you figured out why in one sentence.
I have to Grrrr at myself for being such a loser prograstinator. I have ONE MORE class to finish to receive my BSN. I am already a Registered Nurse and have been for 15 years, but I did an accelerated program to get my associates degree in nursing because I already had two bachelor's degrees, one in Social Work, one in Human Development/Family Studies. Our hospital system has something called Magnet Status, which requires the a certain percentage of the nurses to have BSNs. Silly as fuck. So I was accepted into a program to get my master's degree, with a stop off to my BSN on the way. I am sick of writing papers about how I would start a "social media campaign" about obesity, etc. It is not helping me in my practice. It has costed me time that I want to be learning about being a Death Doula and how to advance psychedelic and other plant therapies and alternative treatments in hospice. But I have to do it to keep my job. I have two weeks to finish and I know I am just being an obstinate fuck to my own detriment.
TLDR. I suck. I don't want to write a paper. I am being a big baby.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I have to Grrrr at myself for being such a loser prograstinator. I have ONE MORE class to finish to receive my BSN. I am already a Registered Nurse and have been for 15 years, but I did an accelerated program to get my associates degree in nursing because I already had two bachelor's degrees, one in Social Work, one in Human Development/Family Studies. Our hospital system has something called Magnet Status, which requires the a certain percentage of the nurses to have BSNs. Silly as fuck. So I was accepted into a program to get my master's degree, with a stop off to my BSN on the way. I am sick of writing papers about how I would start a "social media campaign" about obesity, etc. It is not helping me in my practice. It has costed me time that I want to be learning about being a Death Doula and how to advance psychedelic and other plant therapies and alternative treatments in hospice. But I have to do it to keep my job. I have two weeks to finish and I know I am just being an obstinate fuck to my own detriment.
TLDR. I suck. I don't want to write a paper. I am being a big baby.
That’s okay, LLL. The two courses I’m in over summer right now I am completely checked out on. I’m so close to finishin’ my Associates in IT, specifically cyber security, but this pandemic has made it hard! I do much better in an actual classroom and not so well reachin’ myself this shit online. I’m barely learnin’ anythin’ this summer, but after this I’ve got seven classes to go. And I have to finish by fall 2022, or my program becomes outdated and I’ll be in school even longer!
Post by potentpotables on Jul 23, 2021 10:44:41 GMT -5
We had our first attempt at artificial insemination two weeks ago - wife's pregnancy test came back negative yesterday. Another tough day, her moreso than me because the doctor commented on how shitty my sample was. I forgot that at our first appointment, the doctor said depending on the quality of the sample the insemination could be off (even after all the hormone drugs, follicle measurement, self-administered shots, etc that my wife endured). Apparently the sample was right on the borderline and they decided to try. So I'm trying to view this as it was the worst sample I've given yet and can only get better (not true of course, but trying to keep my chin up), and that my wife did everything she was supposed to do, so it's my fault.
It did lead to a funny anecdote that I may share where my wife inadvertently insulted my penis.
We had our first attempt at artificial insemination two weeks ago - wife's pregnancy test came back negative yesterday. Another tough day, her moreso than me because the doctor commented on how shitty my sample was. I forgot that at our first appointment, the doctor said depending on the quality of the sample the insemination could be off (even after all the hormone drugs, follicle measurement, self-administered shots, etc that my wife endured). Apparently the sample was right on the borderline and they decided to try. So I'm trying to view this as it was the worst sample I've given yet and can only get better (not true of course, but trying to keep my chin up), and that my wife did everything she was supposed to do, so it's my fault.
It did lead to a funny anecdote that I may share where my wife inadvertently insulted my penis.
Don’t try, please. Keep going. It took several times for our IVF to take and when it took, FML.
When your told that you have a 40% chance of twins, they aren’t joking.
Seriously. Keep trying my man. Don’t let this one get you down.
We had our first attempt at artificial insemination two weeks ago - wife's pregnancy test came back negative yesterday. Another tough day, her moreso than me because the doctor commented on how shitty my sample was. I forgot that at our first appointment, the doctor said depending on the quality of the sample the insemination could be off (even after all the hormone drugs, follicle measurement, self-administered shots, etc that my wife endured). Apparently the sample was right on the borderline and they decided to try. So I'm trying to view this as it was the worst sample I've given yet and can only get better (not true of course, but trying to keep my chin up), and that my wife did everything she was supposed to do, so it's my fault.
It did lead to a funny anecdote that I may share where my wife inadvertently insulted my penis.
Don’t try, please. Keep trying. It took several times for our IVF to take and when it took, FML.
When your told that you have a 40% chance of twins, they aren’t joking.
Seriously. Keep trying my man. Don’t let this one get you down.
Thank you for the words of encouragement! We will try a few more times, hopefully I produce better samples. Twins would be ideal for us! But I also hear the warning
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We had our first attempt at artificial insemination two weeks ago - wife's pregnancy test came back negative yesterday. Another tough day, her moreso than me because the doctor commented on how shitty my sample was. I forgot that at our first appointment, the doctor said depending on the quality of the sample the insemination could be off (even after all the hormone drugs, follicle measurement, self-administered shots, etc that my wife endured). Apparently the sample was right on the borderline and they decided to try. So I'm trying to view this as it was the worst sample I've given yet and can only get better (not true of course, but trying to keep my chin up), and that my wife did everything she was supposed to do, so it's my fault.
It did lead to a funny anecdote that I may share where my wife inadvertently insulted my penis.
We haven’t gone down this road quite yet, but with my new job we can at least afford to look into more options.
But my wife will go from “Yay babies!” to “This is totally hopeless and there is no point in tryin’!” sometimes within an hour or two. It’s stressful, no doubt more so fer her, but the flip-floppin’ does a real number on me. And all I can do is try to be supportive, but as I’m sure you know that isn’t always easy.
Anyway, you aren’t alone in your challenges! I’ve got my fingers crossed fer y’all!
I got myself a keyboard(the music kind not the computer kind) for my birthday and to avoid the porch pirates, I had it shipped to my work. I work in a shared office space that is in a building with several restaurants and other shared office spaces all with the same street address. Stupid me forgot to put the exact suite number and business name on my order. So best case scenario, it's somewhere in one of those businesses' in piles. Worst case scenario is the mailperson left it at the door and it got stolen.
Back when I lived in Roanoke, I used to work at a coffee shop downtown. One of my regulars was a kid who was both a Quaker and a raver. His favorite band was Slowdive and yet he hated shoegaze and guitar music in general. One of the oddest and fascinating dudes I ever met. He moved to Charlotteville shortly after I moved again and lost contact till, you guessed it, the Slowdive reunion tour a few years ago.
He passed away a few months ago of unexplained causes (to his friends at least). Today I got a Facebook notification that his birthday is today. My grrrr is missing people today. First world problem, I know.
tl;dr Friend passed a few months ago and I’m about to go on a Slowdive bender. Miss you, big guy.
Long story short: I caught a team breaking the no phones rule during trivia night last Monday. I ended up DQ'ing them. Word of it got to the owner of the venue, who basically banned me from the place and requested the company send a new host or they were going with another company.
So I currently don't have a gig. My manager agrees with my decision, but the owner of that bar is a terrible person. Whatever comes along next, I'll probably get that.
I'd love to be a fly on the wall when word gets around there about how I got ousted. Because I already told a few of the regulars I am FB friends with about what happened.