Again, you did not have a stroke because of the Covid vaccine.
It’s not true, it’s never been true and where do you get this information from?
Again, you did not have a stroke because of the Covid vaccine.
It’s not true, it’s never been true and where do you get this information from?
I wanted so much to get this project off H’s list. At the moment, I’m just taking comfort in the thought that perhaps your clueless sales rep saved us from an expensive mistake. There were several red flags earlier, but he made it clear that contracting with you would be a source of regret. Now to figure out Plan B.
A Pox be on all of the robo calls that I have had lately. They are all from (504)318-xxxx. I receive 4 calls a day from different titles from various numbers with this area code and prefix. I am tired of it. I block the number on my phone but they still keep coming. I just wish that they would stop. A double pox on our elected “leaders” because they could put a stop to these calls if they really wanted to. All of my friends are getting them to. May the perpetrators of these calls spend their eternity in the deepest recesses of Hell!!!
Ugh, I’m so fed up with security measures on computers these days. They want you to come up with long passwords, and then in some cases block out what you’re typing so you’re not sure if you entered it correctly. And now a bank I use for our road association requires a digital “token” - each time I want to log online, I have to open an app on my phone, request an 8-digit code, and then enter it plus my 4-digit PIN manually on my desktop. And more than half the time it doesn’t work. The previous treasurer told me it’s “glitchy” and that’s why she didn’t balance the books regularly, it was such a pain. I would switch the account to my bank, but that’s even more difficult.
I’m am dying laughing over here on my couch with my cat at my husband. He’s fairly well read, smart, engaging and very social guy who just told me that “oy vey” was a Japanese term. I was so taken aback I was stuttering over what in the world he was talking about…I’m sure he was aware, at 67 3/4 years he knew that was a Yiddish phrase of exasperation. After I stopped laughing and stuttering and confirmed he was serious that I was wrong and he was correct, he proceeded to pull up an old video of…wait for it…McHale’s Navy where Fuji says “Oy Vey”. I asked him had he not heard his Jewish friends or acquaintances or any acquaintances for that matter use the phrase and he said yes, but he thought they were just repeating the Japanese phrase. When I asked him what it meant, he kind of came to the correct meaning but not the etymology. I’m laughing at him again, and now my cat is too. He was serious. My how things you learn (or just believe) in youth can stick with you.
Yesterday I discovered a place where I can get a rapid charge on my electric car for a ridiculously low price. 150 miles of range cost me $1.50, much cheaper than charging at home.
DH and I are going up to the Maine state capitol this morning for a press conference. Our parents’ group requested to testify before the commission looking into the Lewiston tragedy. We were told we couldn’t appear in person but we could submit written testimony. WTH? Apparently, the commission has focused almost exclusively on what to do if another tragedy like this happens, rather than how it can be prevented. There were laws and programs in place already that would have helped this very ill man and probably prevented the shooting. Since they won’t let us appear before the commission in person, we decided to hold a press conference to try to get the word out. I can’t tell you how frustrating and sad the situation is. Everyone pays lip service to improving the mental health situation in this country, but it’s a bunch of hooey. Ugh.
This week has been impossibly stressful. Now Sabadog has decided to get sick. She’s at the vet where they are working her exam in. The sink I thought was backed up? Well, it was. Now there is no problem because there’s a GIANT hole in the pipe! These are minor issues in the big scheme of things, but I am honestly at my wits end.
I love the condo I bought 2 years ago as I transitioned to Nashville. It has a great location, 9 foot ceilings, lovely millwork and a fireplace, and covered parking in the basement along with a storage room. The downside? While 75% of my neighbors are enjoyable, the other 25% have proven to be jerks who have made my life (and the lives of my fellow HOA board members) miserable in the last several weeks. The board made a difficult decision that we have now needed to put on pause; but, instead of reaching out to the board to request a conversation and the pause, they have had secret meetings, sent ugly emails and one had his attorney reach out. No attempt at reaching consensus, just 80 MPH confrontation. Several of my family members told me that serving on the board would be a bad thing and their advice is now confirmed. I worked for years with difficult people and I realize I have the choice to quit, but I am trying to hang in there until after annual meeting because I owe it to several board colleagues and I’m also trying to help resolve a bad situation with barking dog (sometimes 8 hours at a stretch) on first floor below my sweet young neighbor 2 doors down. If looks could really kill, I would take out the barking dog and the unpleasant neighbors with one firm stare. Since they can’t and I’m not a confrontational or violent person, venting here.
I was hoping for this to be a really good week, for two major things to happen: to sell our boat, finally, and for our son to get a job offer from the big company he was waiting to hear from.
Well. No information from our son, and no news is usually bad news. We were excited that we got an offer for our boat yesterday, came to a verbal agreement through the broker and he was going to send us the paperwork to sign last night. Nothing has been sent, and he’s not responding to my texts. My feeling is that I will soon get a text saying, “They decided to go in another direction”. This has been a really stressful week. I must have woken up ten times last night worrying about all this.
I am so proud and filled with joy at the parents’ comments. There was so much sanity, and empathy, and just solid suggestions and thinking. My heart is filled to overflowing with a happy warmth.
It was a perfectly lovely day today, and families flocked to outdoor activities. A man pulled up at a splash pad and opened fire. At least 8 people, including 2 children, were injured. Thank heavens no one was killed, but those families’ lives are forever changed. When will it stop?
You brag about having money and then give fast food workers a hard time over 3 dollars or any inconvenience. Please be a decent human for once.
Oh why am I listening to endless project management webinars to maintain my certification when I’m retired and don’t plan to return to work???
Rory, you broke my heart tonight.
3 bogeys in the last 4 holes.
Without outing our fellow cc’er (that is up to them), MAJOR congrats tonight!! (well it’s now last night). Dreams do come true!!!
There’s a new Netflix documentary out now about the making of the “We Are The World” single in the 80s. Everybody should go watch it. It’s pretty awesome.
I knew it would be bad…and we should be patient…but honestly this exceeds my reasonable misgivings about both American “healthcare” and the general underwhelming nature of nursing homes. But she can’t come home. Annnnd she won’t agree to live with any of us. How do you tell someone “your choice is a bad choice, please make another one that doesn’t make us all lie awake at night”. The plan cannot be “I will die soon so it doesn’t matter”. And to the oldest child: this was a stupid, stupid stupid time to volunteer to do community theater. You could have EASILY JUST PLED EMERGENCY AND HELPED THE REST OF US, but NoooOOOooOOO. DH is right – you are just being the person you’ve always been.
Really appreciating my relationships with my kids and their spouses.
I got to meet and hold all of my grandchildren on the day they were born.
I have a friend who wasn’t invited to visit in the hospital (1 mile from her home),
got first photo >24 hours after birth,
got a glimpse of sleeping baby on going home day when dropping something off,
wasn’t asked to stay or given the chance to hold this first grandchild!
S is 32 and finally seems to have a very adult outlook on his life. He used to live for the moment only, but he’s suddenly talking about planning for the future. I realized that he’d really turned the corner when he commented yesterday about how the younger generation (younger than he is) just doesn’t seem to have it together. I was kind enough not to point out that the same could have been said about him until very recently!