I don’t know about all of you, but every so often I am struck by a “where are they now?” thought from someone in my past. And so I google them. It is often nice to see how their life turned out, and where they ended up.
Last night I thought to look up someone from elementary school who pretty relentlessly bullied me. Curious – where did she end up?
Imagine my shock when I found – she was murdered and dismembered by her only daughter, and her body has never been found!
I am just flabbergasted, and don’t even know what to think. So I am sharing it here!
D24 went to an 18+ nightclub/‘bar’ recently with a friend. Am happy that she tried something new. I am even more thrilled that she learned through that experience that she totally hates such places.
All I can say is: What do you expect when you not only legalize sports betting, but you push it during every game … including highlighting it on graphics & having the announcers discussing it. The folks who created this monster are getting filthy rich, those betting are often losing money that they can’t afford to lose, there’s no way to avoid the betting stuff if you watch sports, and you actually expect that athletes aren’t going to succumb to pressure related to betting? This is a Pandora’s Box that needs to be shut as quickly as possible & sealed up tight.
OMG, he did it! Our son “dropped his packet” today to start the 18-month Army outprocessing cycle. After several months of deliberation, he turned down the PhD offer to re-enter civilian life in ‘27. He will have served eight years.
He’s happy, we’re happy. It’ll be nice to see him with hair again.
While doing imaging for the brain hemorrhage, doctors discovered that sister-in-law has a brain tumor, which they believe is benign.
Doctors recommended 6 months of watchful waiting (along with some meds and PT to help manage her physical symptoms) before deciding if she’ll require surgery to remove it.
So at least some good news along with all the bad.
My son and I read a Christian devotional over the phone each day, at his request. Today’s message talked about “flashbulb memories,” the ones that are etched indelibly in your mind. A question was to describe a few of yours.
My son had three. The first was learning about 9/11, when he was 10.
The second was during a race at National’s, when he passed the lead runner and went on to win the heat.
The third was when he had to tell his physics lab partner that he was dropping out of college due to his schizophrenia diagnosis.
So very cool! D2’s medical practice partner (and the one who delivered my adorable newest granddaughter) is paleontologist. He’s named 13 different dinosaur species that he’s discovered.
I am so teary today. Missing my veteran dad, who I used to call every morning on Veterans Day. My brother sent my sister and I a picture after he left a flag at dad’s gravesite along with flowers for our mom. I forwarded it to the kids, and then my DIL responded with a picture of her using my mom’s comal while making dinner tonight. And I just saw an interview with ds2’s boss that made me cry as well. UGH. Tomorrow is another day.
Wow, any legal issues you’ve ever had pop right up in a Google search.
Your call came through as “Smith Law” (not real name). You wanted us to do two small structural designs for you. After talking to you, I remembered our office policy not to work for attorneys (we’ve had two threats of litigation over the years, each from clients who were lawyers). DH doesn’t have much work right now, so I decided I would google you - maybe you’re OK?
Guess what, no! You were barred from practicing law for a year for failing to file an appeal with SSA, lying to the client and saying the delay in decision was the fault of the SSA, and then forging the client’s signature and backdating the appeal when you finally filed it. And then you were censured in another case! Yeah, both these incidents occurred 20-25 years ago, but we can’t take a chance on you. DH agreed and will send you an email with some excuse why he can’t do the work.
No, it is not OK to tell your wife to take an uber home from the emergency room so you can bike! I really don’t think you should have just left her there either. You should have stayed with her.
Today I was doing a bunch of stuff I had to do online so came to an email from a few weeks ago about signing into a Social Security page to update how to access online. I caved an did it. Nightmare. First login to old account (luckily the required 12-30 character password came up for me). Then I had to take a picture of my license (took 4 tries), then my face, then I had to choose how to be notified, then a 16 letter/num. code I have to remember forever or never get to change my password again.
Then I remembered I’m moving next month so will have a different address and will have do this all again to change the information.
I typed out a really long post in the “what did you learn today” topic about a watershed dad moment related to both sons that I knew would come at some point. After typing it, and proofreading it, I realized that one son has reached a point where I can no longer share information about him. It’s not what he’d want, and it’s not something I should share, so I deleted it. It’s an interesting situation to be in.
