My mom was a nurse on a pediatric polio floor back in the day. I grew up hearing stories about iron lungs. I was sad to read this today, although he lived a much longer life than he was expected to live: Paul Alexander, polio survivor in iron lung for over 70 years, dies at 78 after Covid diagnosis.
I’m really nervous about my surgery tomorrow. Doesn’t help that I’m not feeling great.
I am SO STUPIDLY EXCITED! D26 and I are doing one day at Disneyland in a couple of months this summer for her birthday. DH will be out of town at a work conference. D24 will be on a choir trip. We’re doing park open to close. 8:00 am - 12:00 midnight.
SO EXCITED, I CAN’T STAND IT!
No whining from my dear husband about “can we take a break at the hotel?” No negotiating on what ride we’re going to go on next or where we’re going to eat. It’s all about whatever the heck my younger daughter wants to do that day. YAY!
I am getting excited. We want to go to Hawaii next winter, but when checking rates for the place we like to stay on Maui, it was going to be over $1,000 a night! I contacted the owner directly (we’ve stayed in the unit multiple times, but ownership has changed and it took a little effort to make contact). He is giving us a really good price because we are past guests, and it looks like the other pieces will fall into place.
YAY!
Today it was supposed to rain all day, then tomorrow we are to get snow, somewhere between 4" and 4 feet! Well, okay, in the city 5-15". Honestly, I could predict within that margin of error.
It did rain a little this morning, is only 50 degrees and not the 65 it has been, but really? They are talking about cancelling school for 2 days, cancelling everything, and yet it is currently sunny and not raining.
Why? Because Thursday is trash day. Always the windiest, the rainiest, the snowiest day of the week.
Thank you son, for realizing a waterfront walk in Detroit is not the same as in So Cal. The short video you sent before making a bee line back to the hotel looks like Dresden after WW2.
Glad you invited me to your online Pampered Chef party (just kidding). I will buy something to support you but I hate stuff like this.
When my siblings wouldn’t help out my mom and I was not in the position to do so, I was very proud of D1 for stepping in to assist. She did it without asking a lot of questions or conditions because it was the right thing to do. I rarely get emotional, but did get teared up when D1 said, “of course I would do it for Apo.”
Dang. I need to stay off Redfin. I want that land. I don’t need it but I want it.
No, not another. Now a dear sweet neighbor just lost her young adult daughter suddenly. This twice in a week. My heart breaks.
Why do you insist on bragging constantly? It only serves to suggest you are insecure and starved for attention.
UGH, I have not had that particular nightmare in years. Last night I had the “I am in high school gym class and I can’t find my way back to the lockers and don’t remember my combination to get in” bad dream
Global Entry interview on Monday and now got called for a random drug test at work. This is too much excitement for this old lady. I passed both! Phew!
LEO son testifies in court a lot. His pet peeve is defense attorneys that ask about his interaction with the accused.
Recent favorite:
Public Defender: How was your interaction with my client?
LEO son: Your client is rude, and a terrible criminal.
Public Defender: Oh…um…okay…
LEO son says it’s like they don’t even read the police report. This particular person admitted to the crime, on bodycam, after being Mirandized, hence the terrible criminal comment.
Okay, I will admit…watching you two engage in shadow boxing is rather entertaining.
Well, it’s over and I am much relieved. Let the healing begin.
As ever, no reply to my question.
Guilty. Thank you. Hope this helps our road to recovery.
We enjoy laughing at our weekly comedy show outings. Unfortunately, tonight’s headliner chose to spend a portion of their time absolutely trashing one candidate. I’ve heard several comics address political issues recently, and I have laughed at jokes told at the expense of both the candidate I prefer and the other guy. But the material tonight was just plain unfunny. I really hope that I don’t have to deal with this from now until November.
Isn’t it generally established that we are responsible for our own lunch at work?
Enter the Lunch Monster:
“Hey, can you get me something for lunch on your app, and pick it up for me? I’ll buy you lunch tomorrow.”
No, Lunch Monster, no I cannot. While I appreciate you offering to pay me back tomorrow, I had not planned on spending twice as much on lunch today, nor spending anything on lunch tomorrow – I’m bringing my lunch tomorrow. So buying you lunch today essentially is simply doubling my planned expenses.
That’s what I should have said.
ETA:
One acceptable practice is “you fly, I’ll buy”: One person goes out and gets the food while the other pays for it. Or, I’ll pay for mine, you pay for yours, and I can pick it up. No problem. But everyone’s food can’t be coming out of my pocket, lest it become an expectation.