I am sorry Cousin, that I had to laugh about your Facebook post, but it just sounds like what I would write out of shock!
So I will paraphrase: “Damn daughter! You gave my phone number to a recruiter because you wanted a free make-up mirror at the career fair!!!
I’m getting all kinds of calls!
There’s a drugstore right down the road and I would’ve bought you any make-up mirror you wanted! What the F were you thinking??? Why did you give them my phone number??? now I’m on the stupid grid!!!”
Cousin, welcome to the teenage world of girls; a place I happily cede to you!
“She said ‘if they call you, tell them never mind’!”
I am still laughing Cousin!
As you said you have “the evidence”.
You may want to take her name off of the Facebook post. I don’t know if you can still edit it.
(I tried to copy the picture of the mirror because I wanted to show EVERYONE but there was no download link!)
It’s the beginning of middle school boys basketball season (2 new weekly practice nights + games!),
the middle of a 12 week course I’m teaching Monday nights (5-6 hrs/wk of prep time!),
the middle of college application season,
the middle of robotics season (teacher unilaterally decided to change the weekday of practice!),
the end of a 10 week course I’m taking (final exam in 1 week!),
Thanksgiving is next week!
Aaaand our dishwasher broke
Sometimes you can’t make this stuff up.
I am in three different text chains right now with three different women in three different states, and they all are talking to me about their money issues! One wants her dh to retire, but he won’t. One is being ripped off by a scammer buying her parents’ house. And the third just found out how her mom is splitting her considerable estate, and she’s unhappy.
What is going on today??? And how am I the go-to person on all theses woes?
My daughter worked a few years ago for a company that had kegs in the office on Friday nights. One year at their holiday party one person was almost arrested when they got involved in a fight with the bouncer and a second person had to be taken to the hospital because they were so drunk.
Flash forward to the place she works at now. She is helping to plan the holiday party. Based upon previous parties, she was told to budget around 30% of the attendees to order one drink.
Dear SIL, posting on Facebook that your mom likes your H more than she likes you or your brother (my H) was in incredibly poor taste. If you’d like to say that about yourself, fine … but thanks for making H feel like crap. He already feels bad that he lives so far away. Clearly, you thought that it was funny. It was not.
I heard a radio conversation yesterday about parents who party with their kids at the kids’ colleges. The people discussing it were appalled (two have kids currently in college). I thought about my former coworker who posts about partying with her kids at events like parent weekends and tailgate parties, and I felt validated because I think that pretending to be your kids’ college party buddy is very odd. Then today the former coworker posted a list of the top ten party schools & proudly pointed out that her kids’ schools were on the list. I guess some kids never grow up.
P.S. I did my share of partying in college. If my parents had wanted to join me, I would have wondered what the heck was wrong with them!
Husband,
It wasn’t fair when you told me I need to be more patient with relatives, when you really meant your mother.
We and I have gone out of our way this year to be helpful.
This was a call she makes before every holiday and birthday. She’s 88, she doesn’t shop anymore. The only way she can order anything is to get her neighbor or me to do it.
I always say, send a check. A check is good and appreciated. The great granddaughter is an only on both sides. The parents are older and indulgent. She doesn’t need a thing.
So yes I am impatient that your mom calls to ask what the great granddaughter wants. Because I don’t know myself. I don’t want to shop for your mom anymore.
Target, get your act together when writing your product specifications. I’m tired of ordering things that you say are made in the USA only to find they’re actually made in China, then returning them. Surely you’re aware that the FTC frowns on such deception.
Eeek. I think it will be days until we all have power restored. I can handle losing the contents of the fridge, but I would hate to lose everything in the fully stocked freezer. Darn “bomb cyclone”!
Pro tip: If you’re elderly and prone to surprise hospitalizations, exit the porn site when you close your computer. That is not what your kid wanted to see when they used your computer to pay your bills.
Dang cats. If it weren’t for you, I could have stayed here in this nice and warm hotel. Instead, I will be flying to be back at my dark, cold house to make sure you are OK since the sitter can’t be there tomorrow. Hope the power company is underestimating power restoration time.
We own apartments and are very selective about who we rent to. So selective that the average credit score of our tenants is over 700.
When a nonprofit organization called asking me to consider renting to a recovering heroin addict who had spent about half his life in prison I was skeptical to say the least. But out of curiosity I met with him and heard his story.
Yes, he’d been a heroin user and yes, he’d sold a little weed to pay for his habit, and when he was arrested he got the book thrown at him and ended up behind bars for the next twenty years.
He claimed to be clean and sober and was getting help from the nonprofit to keep him on a straight path.
He seemed like a good guy. Beaten down and humble, but seemingly honest and motivated to reenter society. Against the advice of others I decided to rent the apartment to him.
Fast forward 10 months. No problems at all. A model tenant.
Looking back, I’m surprised I rented to him and am glad I took the gamble.
ACK - “The holidays are here.” I still don’t know what we are doing for Thanksgiving, or where it will be (long story - illness and trying to appease that person), have to figure out what I’ll make if it’s here, and deal with the crowds to shop. I don’t have Christmas cards (may just not do them this year), have to figure out if I have enough for “kid’s” stockings (we are doing a trip in lieu of most presents). Have to figure out what we’re going to do for a tree (We almost always cut down a live one, but Balsam Hill, I hear you calling my name), and need to get ready for the trip (both pack and get mentally prepared). We will be gone 2 weeks in December - we get back only 4 days before Christmas.
And that’s just off the top of my head…
One thing at a time… I got this!
Several years ago when getting my mammograms in NJ the radiologist decided I had dense breasts (left one in particular) and would need a follow up ultrasound . After the stress of the first time, I was able to actually schedule an ultrasound with my routine mammogram and get it all over with at one time.
Las year I moved to MA. I tried to schedule my first mammogram here with a “diagnostic ultrasound” and was told they don’t allow that in this state. Guess what, my breasts didn’t change. My mammogram result comes back and they want a follow up ultrasound. So, I have to go back again. How is this efficient?
When I go, I am hoping they will be able to somehow tag me as requiring an ultrasound on a regular basis, so I don’t have to do this again.
I told my husband this morning that because of recent events, I am struggling to be my best self
When his mother called this morning again, on my phone because she thinks of my cell as the house landline, he called her back.
Answered patiently our clothing sizes (we have no need for new clothing). I didn’t ask but heard him say something about finding clothes at an estate sale.
He patiently listened and told her again that the granddaughter has so much and needs nothing. Their house is overflowing and we hate to add to it.
He patiently listened while she monologued about I have no idea about.
