Stop finding reasons to be offended. Not everything is about you.
Everyone shakes their heads at people who don’t update beneficiary information, but why in the world must so many places make it SO difficult to do so? We are in the process of getting POA/Living Wills drawn up, and I wanted to make sure all beneficiary info was good. I’m 90% certain H is on everything (and me on his), but I also want both kids to be contingencies, or primaries for our joint stuff. Sounds easy, right?
Only 1 of 4 banks/credit unions let me do this online. (Thanks Capital One!) I have to go to our main bank in town today, no problemo. I go and the person I need to see isn’t there. Come back again. Argh. I don’t have time to visit the other two. That will be next week, I hope!
3/4 retirement accounts let me do it online - yay! the last one I sort of wanted to roll over anyway. This will be motivation to do so, but I’ll look at that next week, because I’ve never done that before.
Life insurance. I don’t even have an online account for mine, because H’s uses my email address. It’s the same company as his retirement 403b, and I check that every month, hence why all that’s in my name. They won’t let me combine with my account. So now I make my account with his email address, but it has to call/text for the two-step verification. email isn’t allowed… and the phone number on record is our home landline. We don’t have a working receiver for the land line. I pray it’ll leave a voice mail. They do, H is home to retrieve it, and texts it to me. I’m in! Change the phone number and hunt for the beneficiary. Nope. Start a chat to see what to do. They tell me I have to call. Ugh. I’m putting that off.
Next, I thought I’d finally look at my life insurance that’s active while I’m employed. Get into the account for the first time. And I can’t see ANYTHING. I should have life & short term disability. (I pay for this BTW. I have a policy & account # written down, but it was started 26 years ago!) All I see is my profile info. So now I get to call about that one too.
If it’s this difficult for me, think about poor older S who would have to sort it out if/when something happens to me.
Just got home from lunch with friend visiting her daughter in Nashville. She has been one of my dearest friends for 45 years and I am so thankful for our friendship even though she moved from our hometown long before I did. There is nothing like long term friends with whom you have history and you know all of each other’s stories.
I understand you need a recommendation from a professor for your transfer application, but what do you expect me to say? We’re half way through the semester and our class meets two days a week. So, you want me to write a letter based on 14 classes, one exam, and one paper? Frankly, you’re not even one of my best students in the class. Hopefully you formed some sort of relationship with a professor through office hours or one of the campus events. That’s not me. Seriously, you need to find someone else. I have very little to say.
Little kid: “Wine was definitely invented by the parents of a teething baby.”
I’m sorry your brother died. I don’t want to go back after just getting back last night from spending a week up there. You haven’t asked me to, and, of course, I will for a day or so, but I have a lot of stuff going on this coming week, including getting ready for my son’s in-laws coming in on Sunday and staying for a full week.
Forest through the trees.
I just love to laugh in the morning.
Your grammar is so awful. Sometimes it actually alters the meaning of what you write.
Goodbye Japan, we loved you best - we always have and always will. What a great combination of the old and new. Trendy Tokyo and more the more traditional Kyoto. Quirky, and traditional with a constant eye toward beauty. We will meet again. Soon.
Ten years ago a mountainside came crushing down on you. You are forever in our hearts, Oso slide victims.
Just propose, already. It will be memorable regardless of how fancy, special, or IG ready the venue. The kitchen, the dogpark, maybe not in front of her students, okay…but keeping the secret is killing me
Can… Not… Focus… On… Work.
We need an emoji to flag overwhelming entitlement. Sometimes people make complaints and there is so much entitlement in it that you realize the person has no clue.
Can this college selection process be over soon, please.
I’m running out of wine
YAYYYY! I reluctantly went to the gym this morning, because the sound of my heart beat in my head has been so annoying, and it’s worse when I exert myself. But I dragged myself there, and lo and behold, my right ear cleared during the workout!!! I’m not sure it’s 100% but I can hear pretty well. The injured right ear drum will take longer to heal, but wow, this is amazing. Seriously, one of the best days of my life. I will never again take hearing for granted.
My VENT: Neighbor, if you dare respond negatively to the email I just sent out, I will scream. I politely gave the neighbors at the end of the street a heads up that we have asked our guests coming to DH’s surprise 70th birthday party to park in the cul-de-sac so he doesn’t realize the party is at our house. This is not a crowded urban area - it’s a quiet road in the woods and the houses aren’t close to the street. One neighbor already wrote back, no problem, thanks for the heads up. But I’m waiting to hear from the one woman who ALWAYS has to be contrary, about everything. I expect her to complain. Maybe I’ll be pleasantly surprised?
Awww, poor baby.
Ivy Day is still 10 days away, but the amount of people trying to decipher acceptances or denials from financial aid portals is over the top. Step away from the computer, people! You aren’t cracking any decision secret codes.
That was a horrible 10 hours or so. I am pretty sure I was sick with food poisoning. Of course, my husband ate the same things I did and is perfectly fine.
You are sitting in an exam room knowing I’m ready to start yet you refuse to hang up your phone. After about 5-10 minutes of listening to how you’ve repiped that house and the engine you’ve rebuilt I realize you have no intention of hanging up any time soon.
When I tell you I’m ready to start you say go ahead. Answer “well, go ahead”
Me: “I need you off the phone so I can talk to you
You: “ I can answer anything you need, it’s ok, it’s not bothering us”
Me: “Well, it’s bothering me”
Professionally I maybe shouldn’t have responded like that but seriously the rudest patient ever. Put the damn phone down.