I would just like to announce that I was on the cottage cheese train LONG before the current media/viral trend……
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No, your seven year old pageant girl does not “own” a business that raises money to purchase, package and pass out dental products to the homeless. Sorry, but you, the parents, own and operate it with her help. It’s a good thing to teach your kids to help others, but be honest about who is doing what.
Amateurs. Too many amateurs.
Absolutely petty grouse ahead, just needed to vent:
I reached out to the friend of a dear friend, who came recommended for taking the senior photos I hoped to get in May. Didn’t get a response to the two emails I initially sent, but when I called, she said she had seen the emails and was getting over a cold and would get back to me about scheduling.
Finally got an email from her, and I replied right away, and then I replied again two days later. Stuph happened and I didn’t email back out again until two weeks later. Still, crickets. Emailed this week, then finally called and left a message.
Just got a text saying she never got the emails, so I sent her screen shots of all three. One more text saying she never saw the emails, but no acknowledgement of what I wrote in the email screenshots – like, date requests for a photo shoot. ![]()
She’s about $150 cheaper than anyone else I’ve found, so I just want to get it done. I know I should get over it and just ask about scheduling on the dates I want. But I seriously think she’s just flaking out, not looking at her spam account, and my sensitive heart just wants a flippin’ apology and for her to read my flippin’ email message to schedule something.
Rant over, thank you for listening and not DMing or replying.
Dear cleaning service owner: as soon as I pay for today’s cleaning, I am canceling you. The ladies on the crew are lovely, hardworking and do a great job.
But you gave me a hard time when I had to reschedule because of my husband’s surgery. I apologized but he’s now been in the hospital for over 2 weeks and I just can’t deal with your getting mad at me anymore. I don’t have the bandwidth.
I really wanted to support a small woman owned business, but…
I finally used my Mother’s Day 2024 gift certificate for a massage, relaxation wrap and then a choice of a sauna or a salt-therapy room. I chose the salt therapy. I could get use to this.
For those who are interested, I had my measles titer tested.
(I’m the grandmother of a baby too young to be vaccinated).
My titer was so low…. I received a new MMR vaccine today.
Phew. No hail. Lots of lightning and thunder, but the power did not even flicker. Phew.
I wanted to go an Eagles tribute band concert tonight. It was a very last minute thing and I couldn’t find someone to go with. D2 stepped up to say she would go with me tonight. I am appreciative of it because I know she is busy at work and Eagles is probably not high on her list.
Hey, former co-workers, quit piling on the people still there who are trying so hard with fewer and fewer resources. Don’t you remember what it was like? And that’s when staffs were three times larger. Be nice.
So it appears Jackie & Shadow are definitely into feng shui. Either that or fixated on the Kon Mari method of decluttering by figuring out which stick sparks joy! In the interim one of them needs to focus on getting rid of all the accumulated dead fish, birds, and other critters half consumed and half rotting in the nest. The flies are atrocious!
D2 and I sang “Take it to the Limit” with the band in sync in front of her new husband tonight. He was impressed.
I would like to suggest that we immediately substitute “admitted” for “got into” when referring to college admissions, as in “I was admitted to Hogwarts,” instead of “I got into Hogwarts.” The first denotes a proper college decision, the other sounds like breaking and entering or, heavens, a brag.
-Miss Manners-
My DH and I are polar opposites when it comes to keep vs toss ‘stuff.’
Today, I threw INTO THE TRASH BIN
a bunch of DVDs that we haven’t watched in over 10 years. It’s been about 4 years since we actually turned ON the DVD player.
I hid them at the bottom of the trash bin and covered them up with other trash.
These are movies we actually have watched through streaming services multiple times. ![]()
If anybody tells my husband about this, they are dead meat. You’re all sworn to secrecy.
Next up: Getting rid of the cheap Weber smoker.
It’s sat in our backyard unused for 5 years when DH got a fancier smoker…Fancy Meat Smoker is a plug-in variety and doesn’t require as much manual effort as Cheap Weber Smoker.
I’m tired of looking at Cheap Weber Smoker.
I can’t donate it to Goodwill. They won’t take it.
Can’t leave it out at the curb for our every-5-weeks bulk trash pick up. DH will see it.
Can’t put the parts in the trash bin. He’ll see it.
Can’t give it to anybody we know. Nobody wants it. We’ve asked.
There’s ONE person at DH’s work who MIGHT want it. That was mentioned a year ago.
When I ask him about it, he says, “I’m thinking about it.”
IT’S BEEN 5 YEARS!
So I’ve decided. Cheap Weber Smoker is going into some random dumpster on a Friday night when DH is playing D&D.
5 years ago in the height of the COVID lock downs, DH went on a woodworking binge. It’s been 5 yr since he bought the table saw at Home Depot. 5 yr since he bought a boatload of wood. For a year, I gradually threw out one little piece of scrap wood at a time in our trash bin Shawshank Redemption-style until there were no more 2x4 scraps anymore living in the garage. And on one fateful bulk trash pick up weekend months ago, I put out the 4 pieces of rain-ruined plywood out front and it was gone in 30 minutes. He hasn’t sawed a piece of wood in 5 yr. But all of the random wood whittling tools and all of that nonsense still live in our garage. At the least the wood doesn’t anymore.
I’m not sorry.
Every work vendor event he goes to, he brings home free coffee mugs. Over the years, we’ve received dozens of these. Once a couple of yr have passed and he hasn’t used a coffee mug at all, it goes bye bye.
I’m not sorry.
So goodbye Cheap Weber Smoker. I’m tired of looking at you. You’ve made my backyard look like a bit of a junk yard at times and I’m tired of it. I won’t miss you. DH won’t either. He just doesn’t know it yet.
A couple of weeks ago I signed up for an online German class (not through any school, just a podcaster I follow) that uses ChatGPT. It helps, among other things, how to set up prompts to have it work with you to do grammar exercises, critique your writing, asks questions based off of a transcript you input etc.. I have never used chatGPT before, so it’s been quite interesting. And I’m excited to try to have someone to “talk” to where I don’t feel self conscious, etc. (not that there’s anyone around here that I can talk to in person, but I digress) unfortunately I’m still self-conscious, even talking to a computer, so I try to aim for 10 min a day chatting with it.
So today I was chatting with it telling it about my hometown. And that I’m an Engineer for my city. And it responded - you used the feminine form for Engineer. Was that a mistake?! Hey now ChatGPT!
Today for the first time in 40 years , I am no longer a subscriber to the Washington Post.
Eid Mubarak!