Funeral songs for mom

I've heard this song recently in 2 shops in England. It starts with a fast pop/dance beat and the singer sounds like Ellie Goulding. The chorus starts 'show me that I...' or 'you gotta show me that I...' and another lyric is 'making me detest her, detest her'. I've tried searching for these lyrics. Please help!

Don't care what people say The biggest myth is that teachers get a summer break, what the fuck do you think, rent isn't due for those summer months? Fucking idiot By all means un enroll your kids from school and watch them become illiterate morons. Biased because I don't care I make more money then my mom and always ask her why she wants to be a teacher and she says that she loves teaching kids

I posted a while back, asking why event placements work the way they do. I've long accepted that it won't change, and it's whatever, because I tend to DP most songs in events now. However, since I've added some new friends recently, I've noticed that I'm placed 2nd in my friends list on some songs, despite us both having DP; why is this placement different to events (i.e. identical scores grouped together)? It's very annoying to know that I'll never get first place, no matter how many times I DP that song. "Add friends" they said... "Push yourself to better scores" they said... What for, SA? WHAT FOR?!

Not mystery related but made me think and wish Rockstar created something more elaborate with another company for an in game Easter egg.
There is a song from Worldwide FM (will try and dig the name out) and there is a white yeti carrying an Amazon package through woodland, with mountains in the background.
Absolutely nothing, I’m sure, but love the idea that it’s relatable.

i am so happy guys. i just need to tell someone about it. i am so so SO over the moon. i met this guy, we havent met met yet, but i have been praying for a while that God would lead me in the right direction and He did! He put this boy in my life. ik He did and i am so happy about it. he plays football baseball and basketball and his dad is a principal and his mom is a librarian and i am just crazy about him. were going to go on a date sometime soon whenever we get the opportunity. i am seriously head over heels for this boy. we talk about our faith and our plans regarding how we want our life to go and every piece is clicking together in my head. i am so excited i could talk about him forever.

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Your child continues to develop a wide range of skills in kindergarten, including physical, social, emotional, language and literacy, and thinking (cognitive) skills. If you are going to enroll your child in kindergarten, you may be curious about the typical kindergarten curriculum and what you need to do to prepare your child. Learn more about the kindergarten curriculum, and find out how to help your child in reaching important learning milestones at home.

• Letters and Phonetic Sounds: -By the end of kindergarten, your child will able to recognize, name, and write all letters of alphabets from A to Z (both uppercase and lowercase). They can identify their own first name and write it out, along with other letters and meaningful words like Mom, Dad, and much more, they also develop a connection between letters and sounds, and they’ll know some of the sounds that letters make like is, on, the, at, of, or etc.
• Numbers and Counting: - Kindergartners will learn to recognize, write, order, and count objects, they will also learn addition, subtraction, (addition or subtraction of Single digit numbers less than 10). This focus on addition and subtraction will continue through second grade. In home ask your kids to count objects or play add, subtract games with object, which will help them learn more easily.
• Shapes, Colors & Objects: - In play school children will learn about names of colors, basic shapes, and body parts. In home you can play with your kid by asking and playing games related with color, shapes and objects by asking to "Draw a Shape” (games like to draw a circle, rectangle, square), and concepts like small, large, tall & short etc.
• Time and Seasons: - At this early age, kids grasp the basic concepts of time and seasons. They can identify the time of everyday events to the nearest hour like 7:00 AM he has to wake up to get to school, and eat dinner at 8:00 p.m., they will not fully grasp the concept of time, but at least they will able to learn the basics, in home parents can reiterate the concept of time, constantly read the clock during routine activities. Use and explain words like morning, noon, night, yesterday, today, and tomorrow, also name of days, months etc.
• Writing Skills: - In pre-school your child will able to develop his writing skills, provide lot of writing materials, like different kinds of paper, pencils, markers, crayons so that your child may take much more interest in writing and while continuous practicing your child will learn writing skills more conveniently.
• Socializing and Sharing Skills:-Developing important social skills is necessary before starting kindergarten; preschoolers will learn how to share and cooperate, work together, take turns, participate in group activities, follow simple directions, and communicate wants and needs. When children get alone or without parents he may start interaction with teachers and with other kids for help and play so they have to speak up for themselves. In home as well you can teach your kids to share their belongings or to play and interact with other kids so to become socialize and learn sharing skills.

In preschool your child will not just learn letters, counting, reading and writing skills but also they will get overall exposure that will help kids in their future growth.https://purpleturtle.us/collections/talking-books
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My (33f) parents (62f and 65 m) divorced 20 years ago. At 25 I left my home country to work abroad, and my dad met R (67f) within the same year. I got married to my husband (34m) 5 years ago, and we live in his home country. When our son was born almost 4 years ago, I gave R the title of grandmother to my child. 3 years ago, my dad and R got married. R has two children with her late husband, both in their 40s (m+f). Last year, Rs son had his first child and a month later we had our second. It was decided that my dad and R would travel to visit her son and then come to us on their way back in January. My dad and I share a passion for gardening, so I took him and R to see my local garden shop. I introduced one of the owners to my dad and R. My exact words were :"This is my dad, and his wife, R". All good, they exchange hellos and we leave. That night, after a few glasses of wine, R decided to tell me that she was hurt and offended by how I introduced her. Surprised by this I asked her to explain. She refused but also would not let it go. Eventually, she stated she wanted to be called mom. I tried to be nice and explain to her that this was not going to happen. I have a mom, and we are incredibly close. I told her that I believe I gave her a higher title, grandmother. This was not good enough and she pressed the issue, and eventually got onto wanting a higher title than my mom. Her reasoning: she can financially give my children more than either of my parents can. She is very wealthy, while my parents are not. I told her that my kids and I don't want or need her money. Again this wasn't good enough, and she would not let it go. It went around in circles for a few hours and a lot more was said regarding her relationship with her own mom and her daughter. I eventually went outside to cool down, as I had become increasingly agitated by all this and I was trying to keep the conversation respectful and find a resolution. There was none, as when I got back inside she had gone to bed. I had through this situation, asked my dad not to get involved, as this was an issue between her and I. He agreed she was out of line though. Things were obviously tense the rest of their visit, even though she claimed in private to my dad that she didnt remember anything. They left, and I haven't heard from her since. My dad and I are good, I apologized to him for my part in it all and anything said that hurt him. I plan to go home in about a month with my 2 kids. Ofourse I will see my dad and R, and I anticipate it being awkward. So this has been coming back to me a lot in the lead up to my trip. I wonder if this is a thing and if I'm being disrespectful. I have lost a lot of respect for R because of her bringing her money into things, but she is very good to my dad and brother who lives near them. So I wanted to know if IATA for refusing to give my dad's wife the title of mom (or higher)?

this is an update to my last post, when i got them sent off school.
so these two girls had been sent off my school in my last post and have been harasing me at my house. somehow they got my adress and are now reguraly coming to my house. the last time that they came they threw a rock into my window. i kinda think it might have been better to deal with the bullying. but so my parents have called their parents and explaind that they had to pay for the damages or we would be calling the police. the convetation went like this, (for the sake of the story we will call my mom becky and the other mom karen)
becky: hello my name is becky do you have a minute
karen: yes i do why are you calling me
becky: your daughter has been harassing my son, thats also the reason your daughter got sent off school.
karen: my daughter would never do that!
becky: well she did and i need you to pay for the damages or we will sue you
karen: oh get over it, it cant be that bad.
becky: she threw a rock through our window.
karen: prove it. *hangs up*
so i had been listening in and had overheard the entire convesation. i cant believe that she could be such a karen. so now my dad is angry and he takes the phone from my mom and calles the karen back. now im not gonna quote what he said because it has a bunch of cuss words but i can give you the jif of what he said: he said that if she didnt emediatly come over to our house and pay he would be calling the police, he gives her our address and sure enough about 30 to 40 minutes later she comes up to our door and rings the doorbell. my dad is pissed and starts schreaming at her and her daughter saying that if she doent emeidiatly give the money he would call the police. i had already dialed 911 so all i had to do was press the call button on my phone, than the karen said: your bluffing. thats when i had enough. i schreamed through the hallway at this woman, saying that we werent bluffing and that i would call the cops, i show her my phone. than this karen smacked me and said: dont you dare talk to me like that. i had had enough i called the cops and sarah started pleeding with me to stop but i didnt. her mom said: come on my sweet baby lets go, my dad wanted to run after them but i asked him not to. of course i had the webcam and i had filmed the whole thing so when the cops got there i just showed them the footage. about three hours later we recieve money into our bank account that would be enough to fix our window, the police came by later and asked if we were going to press charges, we havent had any problams yet so we hope its over,
so am i the jerk for calling the cops on these karens

[trigger warning - 6 string bass]
hi I really like to play the bass guitar and listen to music with a bass guitar.
i also really like pink ford and watch him live at pompeii , but saw something that made me want to say bad words like “frigg off”
david gibmore make music with a 6 string bass !?!? What the hell.
four string is enough there is no need for additional strings the unnecessary high pitch of them sound like the cloud bursts thunder bursting in your ear
the act of putting more flatworms on bass is like like spitting on a fan, a bass fan. how could he do this ? He has got to be crazy
no wonder roger warters told him “go away i don’t like you”, although he not innocent too! he would sometimes let this 6 string basser record his bass parts for him!!! That is like trusting a dog with cow poo(my dog eat it 🙁)
what are your pink floyd songs you like to play on the bass that give you joy?
Best wish(you were here)s, and Keep on bassin’, bassers!

Background information- I (15F) live with my family (me, my mom (42F), my older sister (16F), and my younger brother (12M), and our 3 dogs mine my sister's and my brother's) my family has never been the therapy type especially my mom she's more of tell me what's wrong and once I know we won't talk about again and I'll just keep an eye on you till I forget type this is important for later. TW warning mentions of self harm, suicide, and blood. Sorry for any grammar or dialogue mistakes I'm righting this straight from my diary.
I get intrusive thoughts about hurting my self and the people around me my family, my friends, and my dog, for as back as I can remember I would get thoughts of hurting my self and my family sometimes it would feel like visions or image's of horrible things running through my mind it never really bothered me before because I knew I would never do anything and they were only bad thoughts and they would go away but they never did when I got to the 6th grade that's when I started to feel really depressed and angry and agitated because no one knew what was going on I started hurting my self and I tried to kill my self I would have to talk myself out of trying to hurt my family while they were sleeping I felt so alone and scared I would do something to the people I love. I really do love my family and friends but I keep getting these thoughts and it would get so bottled up that instead of hurting them I would hurt my self ( I won't go into detail about what I did / do but it would usually include drawing a significant amount of blood so that the urge to hurt them would pass). I've been hurting my self for almost 4 years now and two nights ago I tried to kill my self but like many failed attempts I woke up the next morning and since I can't seem to die I do the closest thing to it I sleep a lot more than I should like 16 hours+ I sleep so I don't have think about hurting people and so I don't hurt anyone I also sleep because it's the closest thing to being dead as I can get as of rn. I want to tell someone mainly my mom but I'm scared not because I think she'll put me in some psych ward or mental hospital but because I think she won't, not that I want to be away from home or my family I just think it's in my best interest because therapy didn't help although I only went for a short time I still lied about everything how I was feeling down to "I think I'm doing better" and this unhealthy crazy cycle that I've been on for the past 3-4 years isn't helping anything plus I can't get the proper help I need at home we all have so much on our plates as it is and I don't want to be the cause of more pain and suffering although I think that's inevitable whether I have to go one way or the other or they do and I can't live with myself if I did something to one of them it brews up so much to wear I have to hurt and isolate myself just to not hurt them and if I don't then I'm very angry and agitated and it feels like I'll explode at any given moment and do something I'll regret I know some of the self-harm comes from depression but a lot of it is from the intrusive thoughts and it's more than self-harm sometimes I starve myself most times it's unknowingly the most I've gone without eating a full or proper meal is a week and the most I've gone without eating anything at all is 3 days "I just forgot to eat" is what I tell myself and my family but I know it's more than that I really want to get the proper help but I know we can't afford it and it just feels like I'm in a never-ending loop. A few years back I once told my mom that I self-harmed we talked about it for that night and then after that I was just very closely watched that's what I went to therapy for the first time but that didn't last long as I stopped going in person and only went on the zoom and then slowly never went on zoom my mom watched me very closely she would wake me up if I slept in too long and then slowly she just forgot about it and we don't talk about it anymore. Note: I really do love my family I love them all more than I do myself my sister has personally saved my life a handful of times and when I got my dog (after my 14th birthday) she saved my life more times than I can even count on both hands that's why I just can't take it anymore because I've recently started getting more angry and agitated with her for no reason she's the one who always tries to lick my wounds literally and she deserves way more than an owner who just doesn't want to be here I love her so much she's the most important thing in my life. The only recollection I have a feeling grateful that I didn't die is the morning after my 14th birthday I had tried to kill myself that night and it didn't work ( I wasn't grateful immediately after) but I was very grateful two days later because that's when I met for the very first time a fat brindle red nose pitbull and I named her after all of my favorite things her name- Chunky (cuz she's fat) strawberry cream cheese cupcake pie (Brown is her last name) that is the only time I truly been grateful that I woke up. If it is well the story gives you the tiniest bit of insight on how much I love her. Sorry for the long not and story it's starting to turn into an essay if anyone reading this has any advice please let me know.

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Ocean's Eleven - 1960
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Ocean's Eleven is a 1960 Capeheist movie starring Frank Sinatra and the rest of "The Rat Pack" (Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr., Peter Lawford and Joey Bishop), all brought together and directed by Lewis Milestone.
The movie takes us on a ride with "The Rat Pack" as they plan and carry out the robberies of not one, but five Las Vegas casinos all at the same time, midnight on New Year's Eve.
Need I say More?
Starting off with one of the coolest and most creative title sequences of the era, the first part of the movie focuses on Danny Ocean gathering up his old squad of army buddies for the heist, each of all who seem to be down on their luck since bravely serving their country in WWII, giving each a valid reason to join in on the job. The noble thief motif.
All along the way we're treated to some of that classic cool cat, rat pack style of comedy, as well as a full on musical number from Sammy Davis Jr., in that of the titular inspired song "E-O-Eleven", which also pops up in sprinkles in the background theme throughout the movie.
After the team is all assembled and the plan is laid out around the table (as was always done in the caper films of old), we begin to see the preparations and full on setting up of the heist, as well as some further character development for our few main stars (to further the plot), and not to mention another full on live performance, this time by Dean Martin with his signature hit "Ain't that a kick in the head".
Finally we jump right on into the heist itself, which is with out doubt one of the best robbery scenes in all of film, with the Ocean's Eleven cleaning out all 5 casinos in the time that it takes to sing "Auld Lang Syne" on the strike of the New Year.
But by morning the team now have to deal with not only the loss of one (from natural causes), but also have to dream up a way of sneaking all of the loot out of town, right from under the noses of both the police and a private security detective (slicky portrayed by the great Caeser Romero), who is also engaged to be married to one of the remaining team member's Mother.
This lead us to the big end scene, where the remaining "Ocean's Ten" are forced to sit and watch as the fruits of all of their labors go up in smoke.
A sad and somber ending showing the team now walking down the Vegas strip in the middle of the day with not a dime to their name, is lightened up somewhat by the soothing voice of Sammy singing us out, as the names of "The Rat Pack" are shown on a marquee (a very slick directorial move onto itself) followed by the rest of the film's cast and credits. "E-O-Elevennnnnnnnnnn"!
With an ensemble cast of some of the greatest stars of their day (featuring guest cameos from George Raft, Red Skelton and Shirley MacLaine), all filmed in their natural environment of Las Vegas showrooms and all rounded together by a great director in Lewis Milestone, this movie is a must watch for fans of not only Heist films, but for fans of "The Rat Pack" and the good old days of post-WWII entertainment in general.
* (A quick note on the colorization of this movie; With seeming to make the environment come alive more, and add to the festive season in which the movie is set, I personally prefer and would recommend this movie IN COLOUR to viewers, as opposed to the original black and white version, which was only made as such on the count of financial purposes and not purist purposes).
And that's all she wrote folks. Thanks for reading.
Ryan D. Hurley

Is it really right to leave your child for the sake of God? Because my dad is an atheist, I decided as well to become an atheist, well I didn’t become an atheist because my dad is an atheist, but rather, I became an atheist because I questioned my faith, I started to think rationally and critically, and my mom plans to abandon me and dad, and she keeps saying, God will kill my dad and I’ll become miserable, it just scares me how she thinks like this for us

Can my boss ask me if there is something wrong with baby to warrant restrictions?
Hey moms, I am at a loss for words here. I am 36 +5 and work as a nurse in critical care setting that can involve some heavy lifting. I have discussed with my coworkers that I do not feel comfortable moving patients that are over 300 lbs and or transporting them to various areas of the hospital. My coworkers were all on my side and would help me out. Then my boss comes up to me in front of 7 coworkers and says where is your work note for the restrictions you claim to have. And then goes on to ask if there is something medically wrong with my baby or myself. I do not think asking for a work note to be inappropriate but I feel like she should not of asked this in front of my other coworkers. Maybe I am extra sensitive with pregnancy hormones….what do you guys think? For context: I live in the US. In the Midwest

part 1: net worth
positive net worth

category	#shesworthsomething
💹 15,700	Roth IRA, not much but it’s honest work. I wasn’t able to contribute last year but sent $1400 this month. Don’t think I will max this year but will do what I can.
📱 1,400	457, not even sure why I contribute to this ($50/paycheck)
📈 25,100	Pension – cash value not super relevant here. 11% mandated contribution
💰 7,100	checking
🤑 3,000	HYSA @ 4.25%
➕ 52,300	we keep it positive around here

debt

category	oops, she’s in debt again
💷 -45,203	Private student loan @ 4.79%, paid biweekly but sending extra $
💸 -72,957	Undergrad Stafford + grad @ 5.2%. halfway done with PSLF!
➖ 118,160	😬 (but it looks worse on paper!)

casita

category	ah, but what about the house?
🏡 362,000	Purchase price, spring 2022, ginormous (income-restricted) condo
💸 -317,026.81	Mortgage #1 balance @ 2.75%
♊ -23,431.95	Mortgage #2 balance @ 0%, down-payment assistance paid in full at end of mortgage or resale
➕ 21,541.24	Equity including both mortgages, since not including #2 feels disingenuous

NET WORTH: -45,672.46
part 2: income
Nothing exciting here as a public school teacher. My salary is fixed and the entire internet can figure out exactly how much I make. Next year I will apply to be a new teacher mentor to move over a lane (6% raise while I do the job). We won a great raise in our last contract so we can finally be paid almost as much as everyone around us!
This is my 5th year teaching but am on step 6 of 11 due to a full year internship.
read my paycheck and weep
pay schedule: 24 paychecks a year (NOT 26), biweekly Fridays with the exception of holidays and the final day of school, where you receive paychecks 22, 23, 24 and are expected to make that last late June through early September
each paycheck is different, so let’s do paycheck #1

💹 2,935.83	gross
💊 -37.14	medicare (but not SS)
👩🏼‍⚕️ -325.65	PPO, I get sick often and in unexpected places
🦷 -42.97	dental
👓 -5.91	vision
📱 -50	457 contribution
🚕 -184.19	federal withholding
🚖 -114.32	state withholding
📈 -322.94	pension withholding
➕ 1,852.71	behold, how little of my take home I get to actually enjoy

Now paycheck #2

💹 2,935.83	gross
💊 -48.01	medicare (but not SS)
📱 -50	457 contribution
🚕 -323.86	federal withholding
🚖 -151.79	state withholding
📈 -322.94	pension withholding
💪🏼 -87	union power, baby
➕ 1,952.23	Also known at work as “the good paycheck”

For those keeping track at home, my monthly gross is typically 5,871.66 and my net is typically 3,804.94
Why typically?

• If we have 3 paychecks in a month: enjoy the big fat no medical or union deduction!
• …unless it’s April onwards, when they deduct health insurance from EVERY paycheck to cover your summer months (we call it double deduction season)
• in December we get a premium holiday (1/2 medical deduction)
• I also run an outdoors club at work, which I am paid $35/hr when I run the club and additional pay for certain trips (last month I was paid $375 alone for our annual weekend overnight before vacation). This can be wildly inconsistent but let’s just say I have an extra $100-150 to play with each month.

part 3: please enjoy my emoji'd YNAB categories

category 💲	PAY DEM BILLZ
🏡 1343.38	Putting the PIT in mortgage…or something like that. The other I is paid separately
⛲ 167	HOA
🔐 68.16	Was not required to have insurance at closing. Don’t be stupid like me.
🎓 0	fed loans, thanks Grandpa Joe. I think this will be about $250/m when it starts up again. PSLF date late 2028
⛽ 31	YNAB tells me this is my average since moving to my house. Grateful to have big windows and a “put a sweater on” childhood upbringing – touched the heat twice this year
🔌 50	Averaged to include spicy hot summer months (it was 34 this month)
💻 39.95	interwebs
🏫 412.92	Private loan, paid biweekly (so if it’s a rare 3 payment month it’s more). The minimum monthly payment is something like $316, but I’m sending an extra $50 to get some benefit from the power of compound interest. 4.79% is not a make or break rate. Payoff 2034 but hope this can happen sooner.
📰 12.50	NYT Academic rate
🚊 90	Monthly pass
🍿 15.99	Somebody needs to pay the HBO Max
➖ 2234.43	Assigned this month

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category 💲	important semi-regular expenses
🎁 20	Averaged gifts and donations, we have a special scholarship at work
⛲ 167	HOA
👗 0	I haven’t bought new clothes in a while and it’s starting to show.
🤸🏼‍♀️ 85	trampoline class
👩🏼‍⚕️ 60	YNAB tells me my average is 60/mo, but this is overinflated due to an MRI in November that I will only have to do once more time. I’m usually at the urgent care or a specialist doctor 1x/month (this month: a UTI), so it’s more like 30
🪑 40	Hard to quantify. Since I moved in, I had a free couch moved ($200), bought a very nice TV ($750), a vacuum ($250), filters for vacuum ($30), and the world’s nicest washer ($1900). So YNAB is telling me a horrifying $400/mo, but let’s call it 40 going forward
🌷 0	I was a good urban balcony gardener, but no balcony. Waiting for a community garden spot, hopefully next year
🍉 250	Includes booze and small household things (TP, paper towels, dish soap)
🥾 30	Am avid hiker and rollerblader. Averaged cost of trip incidentals like carpool or snacks, admission to roller rink
💊 55	3 lifesaving medicines (25/mo + 10/mo + 30 as needed) + 10 for whatever medicine needed for illness of the month (10 for antibiotics this month). Every year I get a new epi-pen for 10 or 30. This month was more like 85 because my pharmacy accidentally sent me a med I have plenty of.
➖ 500	rough guesstimate

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monthly 💲	annual 💲	annual expenses (save early, save often)
🤑 3.95	🕛47.33	Splitting YNAB with a friend on the new family plan
💇🏼‍♀️ 22.50	🕛 270	2x curly haircuts a year (cut + tip)
🩰 127.78	🕛 1150	Pair of opening weekend orchestra tickets + donor perks + volunteer dues
🌴 55	🕛 650	My part of family vacation with parents
🕶 33.33	🕛 400	Annual eye visit (exam + contact fitting + 12 months contacts)
📦 11.59	🕛 139	prime shipping, no car in a store desert + my mom likes videos
🎄 50	🕛 600	I love Christmas
💸 ?	🕛 6500	Roth IRA, we’re getting aspirational. I sent $1400 this month because it was a 3 paycheck month. Going to try to max and see how far I get.
🦷 86.35	🕛 2250	Saving ½ of estimated costs for Invisalign – never had braces as a kid and now my teeth are pretty bad. Hoping to start May 2024. There is unfortunately no savings for paying everything upfront so I’m saving ½ now and expecting a monthly payment around 150/mo during the treatment.
➖390.50	🕛 4,686	Ignoring the Roth IRA

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category 💲	very big savings
🌆 428.57	3k goal by August 2023 (current balance: 850), “No August pay” – we don’t get paid in August and the first week of September so setting aside money specifically for this without feeling guilty for draining my emergency fund
🕐 300	(181.82 since I’m ahead) Homeowner’s 1% Warchest, it’s exactly what it sounds like. For any and all home expenses (things breaking or projects). Current balance: 2k
🛑 140.91	Building back EF, goal is 3k by December 2023 (current balance: 1.7k). I know this is low but my job is hilariously stable. I will try to add another month in 2024.

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category 💲	fun money!
💻 50	Laptop replacement, just chucking money in there. I’d like to buy a Lenovo IdeaPad Duet 5i since I love the 2 in 1 form factor. Currently have 100/600
🚝 70 (paused)	Travel fund contribution, but full at 350. BFF getting married in VT in August so hoping to turn it into a girl’s weekend with another BFF
🎮 65 (paused)	General video game fund – keep it topped up at 65 in case a new game drops OR if multiple games go on sale. I try to only buy games on deep sale
🎮 12.99	Final Fantasy XIV sub, I’ll retire someday
👯‍♀️ 50	Anything with friends, including eating out with them. usually 100 in the summer
🍦 30	“eating out” aka solo treats for myself (breakfast at dunks, small treats)
🎊 10	events happening that we want to go to not already covered, averaged.
➖ 202.99	Not including travel and video games since that’s topped up

If you add up the categories, I’m in the red and I’m well aware of it – not for much longer though, as I’m saving really aggressively. 😊
part 4: el diario
Day 1 – Saturday

🌅 gotta get dad to the ballet! 4.80
👯‍♀️ brunch with daddy-o before the ballet, I provide the tickets but he pays for brunch. his wallet is hurting because he only just got paid at his new job, so I kick in 20
👀 because brunch is attached to a swanky hotel and it’s PAX east wknd. 0 for free entertainment
🥤 my father requests a water bottle before the show. 6
🩰 don q, my 3rd time and dad’s 1st. Very good, but very long. 0 because these are volunteer comps
🚊 & 👋🏼
🧼 the casita before the week starts

total: 30.80
Day 2 – Sunday

💤 lazy Sunday morning (dw, I’m still up at 6). Read the NYT cover to cover then play 🎮
🚊 meeting a friend of a friend to help her do taxes but I’m early
📖 it’s gorgeous out so I photosynthesize in the BPL courtyard with my book club book
⛔ the wifi is too slow for us to do taxes so we pack up and 🚶🏼‍♀️ down newbury st until we settle at trident
👯‍♀️ I supervise her taxes, and eat a late lunch (grilled cheese w/ avo and tomato). 22.15
🍉 make the mistake of dragging this poor girl with me to the postage stamp sized TJ’s. and it’s 5:15. one does not shop here so much as get in line at the beginning & pick what you want as you go. a tall person fetches me frozen arepas. I come in right on budget so I’m pleased. 57.52
👋🏼 & 🚊 home to plan my week and decompress with 🎮 and 📖

Total: 79.67
Day 3 – Monday

🌅 it’s just before 6 and birds are happy, but now I am taking the 🚍 to work
🌉 stuck on the bus with my BOSS because a 🚢 is passing through the drawbridge. at least we can now fill out 90 second walk from the bus to dunks with acceptable new england small talk subjects (weather, transit, and sports) before she dips to get coffee
😡 the youth, because tomorrow & wednesday are standardized testing. sorry kids, I don’t make the schedule!
🙏🏼 “my plan is to read the questions carefully and ask God to help me know” – A+ testing strategy
✌🏼 2:30 and on my way home
🤸🏼‍♀️ take the 🚊 to go to bounce (0, see monthly expenses) and catch up with bounce buddy M.
🚶🏼‍♀️ walk with M. to the 🚊, go home for 🍜, 🚿, 📖, 🎮

Total: 0
Day 4 – Tuesday

🌅 hello, happy birds as I walk to the 🚍
🔥 the computers are not charged for testing. teenagers have been divested of all electronics and are not allowed to talk to each other. mayhem approaching in 3 … 2 … 1 …
🤬 nonstatus (male) colleague uses a work group text thread to refer to an unknown female colleague as the b-word. mayhem continues
❓ 2 hour (!) meeting after work due to snow day cancellations. male colleague doubles down on his comment before storming out. brain is mush
🚍 I remember nothing
🔐 as I am politely informed by my e-mail 68.16
👩🏼‍🍳 white bean & tomato stew & watch abbott elementary because it’s cathartic
🗣📕 ballet book club on zoom! we just finished a book about martha graham so we talk about it (I’m hosting next time about james whiteside)

total: 68.16
Day 5 – Wednesday

🌅 please go away, very loud mourning dove
🍎 computers are charged, the youth are not. Mr. Insult has decided not to come to work today (probably for the best?)
🤬 is there something in the water?! another nonstatus teacher informs me that two of my students are talking to each other in the hallway and are not following her instructions which tbh is a day that ends in Y. important context: her instruction is in English and they only understand Spanish. I send them back to their testing rooms and she says, “when students ignore me and continue to speak in a language they know I don’t understand, they are being assholes” UM! GOODBYE!!!
😡 before I say something I regret I turn heel and inform my boss of this interaction. she takes a breath and thanks me for letting her know
😤 this is me taking a calming inhale / exhale before returning to staring at children
🏹 when I am proctoring (read: not allowed to read, grade, do work, browse the interweb), I like to imagine how the hunger games would go down if these kids were in it. the odds are in this room’s favor overall.
👩🏼‍🏫 these miserable youth are forced into a half day of classes, so we conference about grades and I let them have some free time
🏕 run weekly outdoors club for the youth. one student informs me a teacher refuses to sign a permission slip & doesn’t know why. make mental note to find this person and politely inquire. students make a great poster of images from our last trip and practice map skills
✌🏼 at 3:30 to get the 🚂 to then get on the 🚊 to go to 🤸🏼‍♀️ … it sounds awful but it all goes pleasantly smoothly, especially given how the T has been. class is great, lots of one-legged kicking on the trampoline. this is my 2nd week in a row of going from 2x class a week to 3x and it’s a tough adjustment. 0
🚶🏼‍♀️ to the 🚊 with M., who can’t make it to class on Friday – sad!
💊 the medicine I didn’t ask for but keeps coming has arrived. Note to self to call pharmacy and ask them to stop, but says 0 refills. Not a total waste because I KNOW I will get bronchitis again & need this. 10
🍿 paid for to keep my mother happy 15.99
🍴 eat leftover stew and 📞 my mother and best friend T. to debrief this very strange day
🎮 and 📖 before bed

Total: 25.99
Day 6 – Thursday

🌅 ahoy! Run into coworker D. on the 🚍 who gets coffee at dunks. I am feeling weak and acquire some 🥑🍞 3.69
🤝🏼 find this teacher who refuses to sign permission slip (who is also new). his reasons are very valid and we agree on conditions the student needs to fulfill to attend trip. hooray, adults being civil!
🤬 that’s it, something is in the water. two best friends in 3rd hour begin a heated verbal altercation about … a girl? in the middle of my class?? One kid takes off so I call security to let them know he would benefit from a check-in. the other student begins texting threats to his buddy and goes off on me when I tell him to stop. what is happening?!
👼🏼 boy returns with security at end of class, so I walk him to dean to process. 35 minutes later dean says everything is gucci and no more problems. hormones, man.
✌🏼 please get me out of here
💻 bill is paid 39.95
👵🏼 our weekly call (she is my only grandparent and is not doing well)
👨🏼 weekly call with father, who still likes his new job
🍜 leftover stew and Mandalorian with my 👩🏼 (we live text each other). finally, a good space battle!
🎮 and 📖 to decompress along with a long hot 🚿

total: 43.64
Day 7 – Friday

🌅 I don’t think I can do this today.
🧘🏼‍♀️ It has been such a frustrating week (there was another incident that happened that I can’t even reference due to state law/FERPA) that was incredibly traumatic and draining.
📱 to best friend T. and work friend R. to ask what they would do. Both endorse me taking a day off after this wild week.
🎮 and 📖 along with some stretching. 📞 with best friend E. to catch up on her wedding prep and life
🤑 payday! Good paycheck since it’s the 3rd of the month, but it might be missing hours from club. I won’t know until I see my paystub on Monday. +2,183.48 (+50 to 457, +322.94 to pension)
💸 ah, but it’s also the 31st. easy come, easy go 🏡 (1343.38) and ⛲ (167)
🚊 to 🤸🏼‍♀️ to a really 🔥 class. Learn the name of the girl next to me on Fridays who also brings her inhaler and it turns out we’re both teachers!
🍦 take a nice mozzarella sandwich home from tatte 13.97
🚊, 🍴, 🚿, 📖, 🎮

Total: 1,524.35
Grand totals:

• food & drank: 65.81
• entertainment: 15.99
• home & health: 10
• clothes & beauty: 0
• transport: 4.80
• other: 1,618.49 (how I would class my house expenses)

reflection: typical week money-wise in terms of reflecting my non-house spending – I’m saving really aggressively right now and don’t have a lot of money for discretionary spending. Even if I did, I’m very much a homebody during the work week. My job is probably more stressful than most as a baseline but this week was truly unbelievably bad. Still, looking through the week and taking time to step back I realize just how quality my support network is and for that I'm very grateful.

Obligatory Precursor: This happened 15 years ago in my final year of high school. It was an event that changed my view on life and still haunts me to this day.
Some background: In my country, they took Christianity seriously. You were raised Christian, at school, we had Bible lessons/ scripture readings every morning before class started and your social life pretty much revolved around the church. When this event occurred, I was a youth leader in my church and even had a key to open the church every Friday evening and Sunday. I was a pretty awkward kid though; a bit weird and perhaps a little eccentric. So didn’t have that many friends in school (2 to be exact). Was a real social outcast back then. We also lived about 60 km away from school and I had to wait 4 to 5 hours after school for my mom to pick me up so we could go home. All these facts will be important for later.
So there were a bunch of things that happened leading up to the event.
It all started in January of my final year in high school. As last year students we had slightly more ‘privileges’ than all the other students. For one, every Monday morning we would all meet in a big Hall for Bible reading and the announcements for the week. Here all the younger students would sit on the icy cold floor at the bottom, and the final year students (and the very few girls) would sit in on chairs at the top of the gallery overlooking the big Hall. This was always made out to be a major privilege. We also had a choice to attend sports events like rugby or athletics (where for the younger students, it was obligatory).
One of the major sporting events at the beginning of the year was this inter-high school athletics competition. On one day in January, all the schools in the area would compete against each other to find the best athletes so they could be nominated to represent the area in provincial competitions. At these competitions, all the students from each school would need to attend as 'spectators'. Final-year students had a choice of whether or not they wanted to go. However, this year this event was moved to another school and there wasn't enough space for each school's entire populous. Therefore only the first-year and final-year students were 'forced' to go. Given that final-year students always had a choice in the past, and that this event was on a Friday...me and my two friends (Let's call them Dr Dre and The Wizard) decided to stay at home on that day and make a long weekend out of it.
Dr Dre was the only 'normal' one in my little group of friends. Dr Dre was really into rap music, he had good relationships with the teachers, all the different clicks of students (from the jocks to the geeks) liked him and he was overall a really decent kid (very wise and intelligent for his age). The Wizard, on the other hand was a very tall, blond Dutch boy that was into bizarre things. People found him to be extremely weird but didn't pick on him. He liked catching mice in the field, skinning them, and making stuff from their skins. He was (in his own mind) into wizardry (he identified as a dark wicca - dark witch). He was just overall very weird.
Anyway, the Monday morning after the athletics event, my two friends and I went to the big hall for the daily weekly Bible lesson and announcements as was customary. We sat at the top of the gallery and waited for the 'plebs' to fill the hall at the bottom. When everyone took their seats, two prefects (student leaders) came to the gallery and said that everyone that wasn't at the event on Friday would need to sit at the bottom with the plebs for the rest of the year. Apparently, they handed out little cards on Friday and well, we didn't have them... So my friends and I awkwardly stood up and made out way down the stairs. Halfway down, I told them that it was bullshit that we had to go sit with the 'kids'. The Wizard then said : "I say we just go sit outside the hall and refuse to go in... Make a statement".
At the time, we thought it was a good idea and went to go sit outside. About 15 mins later, a prefect (student leader) came to ask us why we were sitting outside. I responded, "it's none of your business" and he proceeded to go call one of the teachers. Our mathematics teacher (a short, mid-40s balding Greek man) came outside and asked why we were sitting there.... Without thinking, The Wizard said : "It's against our religion". The teacher asked what religion it was and we didn't respond. He turned around and walked away.We didn't mention which religion we were and at the time, we thought it was a brilliant response.
Later the day, we were in our homeroom class. The intercom went off (it broadcasts over the entire school), and an old woman's voice asked The Wizard, Dr Dre and I to go to the principal's office. Obviously the story had already spread across the entire school and everyone knew what this was about. We went to his office and sat on the old wooden benches in in front of his door. Dr Dre was the first to be asked to go in. Ten mins later, he comes out and returns to class. The Wizard and I were then asked to come in together.
The principal asked us to sit down and proceeded to ask us to explain the situation. Not willing to give up on the jig... We proceeded to stick to our story. He then asked if we were Satanists. The Wizard then responded and said something that would put me on a path prolonged psychological trauma. The Wizard said.... Yes. (Although he obviously wasn't). The principal then proceeded to ask questions why and how and when... It felt like we were sitting there for hours. The Wizard said that he was in it for power and control.. (All the time I'm thinking... WTF Dude!). I was quite throughout the entire session.. Mostly because I was afraid but primarily because I was shocked of the things that came out of his mouth. Around an hour later, we were asked to leave and return to class... And I thought the situation was resolved...
The next day at 7am all the students lined up in the quad as we always did from Tuesday till Friday. The principal did his Bible reading and the did his announcements. His final announcement sent shivers down my spine. He said that he made it his mission to destroy the satanic rituals and satanists in the school. At this stage it felt like all the students heads turned towards me.
With the 'extra' incentive, most students started to bully me, and I was consistently made fun of. Given that both Dr Dre and The Wizard were mucho gym junkies, no one picked on them... So I took the brunt of the students' and teachers' wrath. This went on for about 3 months. By the end of the three months, people already forgot that Dr Dre and The Wizard were involved in the matter... And I was basically now labelled as the school demon.... The face of the 'satanic cult' in the school. Already an outcast, my life was now an absolute living hell... The smart-ass remark to get us not to sit at the bottom of the hall, had now turned into a life of constant physical and psychological torture (from students and teachers).
Although I kept telling everyone that I wasn't a satanist and it was The Wizard lying to get us out of sitting with the younger students, no one believed me. Everything 'weird' that happened at the school was now always made out to be my fault. I even talked to the principal and even had my pastor from the church phone him. But nothing ever came of it. I just wanted the torture to stop, but no one would believe me.
So this brings me to D-day. The last Friday of the semester, the school came out at 11:00 (it usually came out at 14:00). Although the school was out and everyone was on their way home for the start of the summer vacation, I still had to stay at school till around 17:30 for my mom to come pick me up after work so we could go home. Around 11:30 the school was empty and I went to sit under my usual tree and entertained myself with SNAKE on my Nokia 5110.
Mid-game I saw the vice principal and the teacher that was in charge of religious studies walk up to me. They asked very politely if I wanted to take a ride with them. I declined, saying that my mom would be here at any moment to pick me up. The vice principal said he already spoke to my mom (which turned out to be a lie!) and she would only be there around 18:00. Fair enough. He caught me out in my BS excuse, and given that that was the usual time she would pick me up... I didn't think to question it further.
We walked to his car and I asked where we were going. He said he wanted to introduce me to 'a friend' of his. We climbed into his car and drove about 15 mins to a church. I knew the church because that was where the school's Minister (kinda like a priest) worked. This Minister was big and wobbly... And looked as if he could afford to skip a few meals. A pudgy fellow with rosy cheeks, a massive belly and this weird blueish-grey eyes that always seemed as if they stared through you when he looked at you. Let's call him Minister Bear.
So we get there and I felt my heart sink into my shoes. I knew where this was going. I was escorted around the church and led into a darkish room at the back of the building. As my eyes adjusted from the bright sun, to the darkish room, I saw Minister Bear, sitting behind his antique yellow wood desk. He welcomed my two teachers, stood up, and walked around the desk. As his friendly eyes move slowly away from my teachers, towards me... It systematically turned into this deep look of concern and fear. He locked the door next to me and said in a deep serious voice, "I feel a very dark presence in this room". And thanked my teachers for bringing me there.
He told my teachers to sit in the corner and ushered me to a chair in front of his desk. He sat down and proceeded to ask me a bunch of personal questions. It started innocent enough, like who I was and where I lived, through to have I ever had sex and if I'm gay (a taboo subject where I was from). The questions became ever darker and each time I would answer he would tell my teacher's "This isn't ManicSheep talking".
He then asked me if I was a satanist, to which I responded with a clear NO! I told him I was a youth leader in my church and that he could phone my pastor to ask. He would then respond by saying things like "Don't lie to me demon! Release this child of God ". The more I woud deny his claims, the more he would tell my teacher's that they needed to pray because the demon has a very strong hold over me.
This went on for about 2 hours. I looked at my watch and it was already 14:30. He would ask me what the demon in me's name was and how many of them were in me. I kept denying it and eventually burst out in tears, begging him to let me go. He said to my teachers that this was the demons way to want to escape, that he was getting closer to getting 'them' to release me. He asked me about satanist rituals and between every question he would ask... He would pray under his breath. No matter how much I cried, he didn't want to stop. I stood up and screamed that I am going to phone the police and ran to the door... Tried to open it... Shakes the handle... But the door was locked.
"You won't escape this room with this child l, demon" he would yell. I fell on the ground crying, saying my mom was looking for me and I just wanted to go home. At this stage, he picked me up with both hands and held me in the air. He pushed me against the wall and started praying louder. As I struggled to get free he yelled for my teachers to come put their hands on me and pray .. As the demons were loosing Control.
I was afraid for my life. As a kid of 17, I didn't know what was going on. I remember thinking about how can they feel a dark presence as I spend all my time at church. Why don't they want to phone my pastor? Why won't they believe me.
At this stage I realized that the only way out of this was to act out the role they clearly wanted me to play. That would be the only way out of the locked room. I tried to pull my tears back and looked him in the eyes.. And tried to push the quiver in my voice down. "OK you got me Minister." I said." You can have the child". He immediately dropped me and took a couple of steps back.
He started repeating the questions from earlier and told my teachers to pray harder as we were now getting to the crux of the matter. They needed to 'cast him out'. I kept responding to the questions in the way I thought they wanted. I then started speaking German backwards as they started praying harder. At this stage I just wanted to get out of there.
After what felt like years, they finally stopped and I fell to the ground. Minister Bear said... It's done. Laying on the ground, the tears again started balling out my eyes (this time out of total relief). They asked me how I felt and I couldn't stop crying. I just wanted to go home. I lied again and said I felt relieved and lighter and was unsure what was going on or how I got there.
The Minister then told me I was possessed by a series of demons (I can't remember the name he gave it) and that they were holding on deeply to my soul. That it took hours for them to cast them out. But I am free now, and that is why I felt so light and that crying is normal. He prayed one more time and gave me his number. He told me to come see him next week and that I should phone him if I feel something is coming back.
They finally unlocked the door. I stood there silently, not knowing if I was actually free to go. Still shaking I looked at my watch... It was 17:45 and I knew my mom was waiting for me at school. The teachers then asked if it was OK to go. They then took me back to the school and dropped me off at my mom's car.
I climbed in and burst into tears. My mom asked what was wrong and I explained. She then told me that I probably just misunderstood what was going on and that she would speak to the principal. Nothing ever came of this.
This was by far one of the most traumatic events in my life. Although I know I contributed to the situation, 15 years later, as a trained and registered psychologist, the matter still haunts me...

Hi, I (15M) live with my mom (49F) and my dad (51M). Both of them are working full time in good administrative positions.
In my country it is common to have someone called "the help", think of them like a nanny who comes in not for taking care of the kids but cooks, cleans and leaves. Well recently he resigned so now my mom has been cooking breakfast and dinner and cleaning for all of us. My dad hasnt been helping at all. And ive brought this up with both my mom and dad about how unfair this is and that the division of labour should be equal inside the house as well but both of them seem fine with how things are going rn. Like my mom also is not visibly uncomfortable and has stated to me that she is fine working extra inside. Should I help her still? Not sure what to do. Btw im not a feminist just believe in gender equality so I decided to ask here. Sorry for the mistakes english isnt my first language.

I either want to live bymself or with a roommate, currently im in edmonton and original im from ontario. however I got kicked out because i got sent to prison for almost a year.
my mom politely kicked me out and said i got to fend for myself, but she made me move in with my dad. Im starting to realize why they broke up.
How do I become independt right away? i hate hate living in his household with his second wife and my 5 half siblings. its like having a landlord as your parents. should I move to nunavut or somewhere cheaper?
my only plan right now is to learn programming and to freelance, but I feel like i wont have enough time for that before i end up homeless. I don't plan to leave canada either. im in my mid 20s.