Laga, I have to say I feel like I am on the other side of the situation you are in. My sister, whom I love, hates my husband. And he, truth be told, really seems to hate her as well, but the animosity began with her. I won't get into the reasons here, as they are complex, but I will say they are mostly the product of misunderstanding and hurt feelings on both sides, and likely if even one of them was willing to talk about it they could resolve it. But they don't.
I felt that I was very unfairly put in the middle of it and forced to take sides. I found the only safe ground for me was to refuse to be held responsible for their sparring, and in the end only my husband granted me the freedom to do that. It's been much harder with my sister. The damage done to my relationship with my sister has yet to be fully repaired and it has been years.
So I have been reading your posts and finding it impossible not to project my own experiences onto them. I hope you and your sister find a better resolution.
Hmm, if the walls weren't already white, I'd think primer was key, but...
Yeah, that's what I thought, which is why I didn't use it. But according to her, that's why my walls are bluer than expected.
Discussion in Bureaucraxy on the new Bitches thread title has started early.
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, this is just...neat
Seems to be winning.
OK I give up. What episode is that from?
White walls have been known to amplify colors painted over them. Depends on the shade of/starkness of white. You would think it would be neutral, but it often isn't.
OK I think it's coming back to me now.
Crumbs, Laga. I'm not going to add my ha'penn'orth to all the suggestions, but I wish you all the best with this situation.
I want to go to Prague. Motherland + amazing architecture + beer
I want to go back to Prague for the same reason.
Holy crap, I didn't realise all you folks were of Czech extraction. Recently? Do you speak any Czech?
Anyway I'd wholeheartedly endorse the notion of going to Prague. The first time I went there I remember sitting in a little cafe drinking wine and looking around and saying "...oh yes. I could do this." And lo, I did go back and live in the Czech Republic for a year after Uni, teaching EFL (albeit I was in Moravia, in Brno, rather than in Bohemia. Which meant better wine). I've not been back for a good number of years, though - would love to return.
And of course a couple of years later I ended up working for Pilsner Urquell's teeny tiny UK office - just me and 2 Czech blokes, and a handful of sales people scattered about the country. Ah, those were the days. Not my most intellectually stimulating job, and God knows I suck at admin, but you've got to love a job where your line leader says "...Fay, I'm getting a beer. Would you like one?" and you get to sit and drink delicious cold beer while generating invoices badly.
Also, as I've said before, I love that my CV
can
state with all honesty that I have organised a piss-up in a brewery. Several piss-ups, in fact. (The brewery being the one in Pilsen, home of Pilsner Urquell - or Plzensky Prazdroj, to give it its proper name.)
Sorry, that's very mememe - but I'm very 'Yay, Czech Republic!' And this is why.
So, Fay, do you know if they're still hiring?
I have definitely decided not to make any potentially life altering decisions while I have PMS.
