Bed rest is not my cup of tea. I am bored to the point I want to start a political thread and watch it go in flames. 
I need physical activity!!!
My hip has been hurting for a week. I think I shook it too hard when I danced for the first time in a long time last weekend.
In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet - for just a moment. I hope it’s a very long moment.
Ok. I’m just going to say it. We had an awful 2015 with each of my kids and my grandparents having serious medical problems and psychological problems. It had sort of been that way for a few years but 2015 made me wonder how bad can things really get.
2016 was so great and made me feel very thankful for the peace my family was experiencing.
Then in just the last couple of weeks life shifted again. My grandmother had a heart attack and died, and we had her funeral. Then we had a wedding, and two days later a potentially serious medical problem was discovered in my youngest. Tests were done and everything was measured and recorded so it can be checked for changes late on. It’s scary but it’s okay for now.
I just feel like I want to talk with someone but my mom is also at her limit and is very close to my youngest and probably can’t deal with this now. We are all in grieving mode. And I just don’t have it in me to have to tell a friend right now, to be able to talk about it. It’s hard to talk about medical stuff because it’s not easy for many people to understand and I feel like it’s always something with us. H is the best H but isn’t really good at talking about this kind of thing.
And one last thing, my D is not even a teen but is taller than me, so the medical assistant may not have realized how young she was. But I really don’t think it wa cool for her to ask D about her experience with this serious diagnosis by name that really hasn’t been confirmed yet. Thankfully, D hadn’t heard the word before and it seemed to go over her head. I just told her we had to go to this new doctor because insurance wouldn’t cover all the tests at with the first one, which actually was true and she seemed to like the testing which was non-invasive and kind of an interesting, new experience.
I start the new job tomorrow. I’m excited but also nervous.
HE"S OFF!!! yay!!!
i’ll miss him. But i know from experience things will run just a little bit smoother around here! So - YAY!
Over the past few days, there seems to be a huge upswing in the attitude of “if you don’t agree with my likes and dislikes, I’ll publically call you out with whatever name I choose.” An 18 year old who didn’t want her roommate to have coed sleepovers in their shared room was a “puritan.” And we have upwards of 20 pages of trying to decide whether a teenage girl whose bra straps show is more properly called a “skank” or “slut.”
This, with no other information at all about the young women in question. No indication that they are indeed selling their bodies to strangers for money. All we know about them is their taste in clothing.
This, from educated, civilized people. I wish I could blame it all on the ignorance of youth, but the replies would seem to indicate that it’s more across the board.
If I ever heard one of my kids talking about young women the way they’ve been discussed here, there would be hell to pay.
We, as a community, should be ashamed of ourselves.
Dear Special Snowflake Parent,
Yes, the solar eclipse is a big deal and an exciting scientific event. But OMG, if you are so worried that your high school kid will not follow directions on how to wear the solar goggles and you’re worried that he will go blind as a result, you have some serious problems on your hand. You are really going to keep him home from school?
God help you when your kid has to leave the nest. Stop helicoptering. It’s time to start cutting the umbilical cord already.
what a lousy day - the perfect end to a not very good weekend and tomorrow I start back at work for the school year
Your reading comprehension skills are below average. I’m embarrassed for you. You completely misunderstood everything.
Dear back, why did you have to go out just as we are packing up S for college. I had a million things to do and I can’t even walk the dogs! Then daughter, why did you bring home an 80 lb dog to dog sit and then leave for the weekend without making any arrangements for said dog. I can’t manage it! Then leave the crate in pieces on our wood floor without telling us so in the dark I slip on it, reinjure my back, hurt my arm and scratch the wood floor!! Grrrrr.
weekend didn’t end there - to sum up from Friday through late tonight we had - peeling sunburn, cough, stomachache, headache, 2 crying fits, mouse in the basement, broken ironing board, clogged toilet, broken cell phone, phone data not backing up, bad movie, and a lost amazon delivery. Only bright spot was finding something hard to find in a store.
Dear sweet friend.
You are going to live on $2,000 for the entire rest of your life. You are 73 and have $15,000 left in your savings.
So, no, you cannot spend $3000 on your dog to make his broken jaw perfect. I understand that you bought this
dog with your H before he died. You need to ask what they can do to make him good enough.
Love you. Have given you help for the funeral and the move.
You need to figure out your future.
To my dear sister: Thank you for “suggesting” that I buy four tubs of overpriced cookie dough to help offset the cost of your daughter’s pay-to-play fee for her high school sport, but I’m sorry I’m just not going to do that. Yes, I know that if nobody buys this cookie dough, you will have to cover the entire fee yourself. Maybe if you just take two expensive vacations next year instead of three, or if you take your family to Longhorn’s instead of Morton’s or Ruth’s Chris for not-even-milestone birthdays, or if you buy concert tickets a little farther back than front row, or if you drive the same car (or a more modest car) long enough that you won’t always have such a huge car payment every month, or if you cut back on any one of the many other things that would be luxuries for the rest of us but that you seem to think are necessities, you might find some way to afford that $300 fee. Frankly, I am upset with you for being upset with me about this. You and I grew up in the same family of modest means. It’s hard for me to believe how quickly you have forgotten what it’s like to have to live on a tight budget.
OK. Now I get it. My house is also part of your “nest” that needs soiled. I will grant you the space you need to deal with all of this but cannot wait to be through it. I like you much better when you are not so anxious.
Interesting times when you find yourself cheering for the hackers.
I work in a male dominated field but healthcare.gov takes the cake! I do all of the paperwork for our families health care plan and bills, but healthcare.gov won’t talk to me without my husbands blessing. Doesn’t matter that the application and emails are all sent to me!
The words of Maya Angelou seem appropriate today – “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time”
Two more days in Maine until next summer. Sad.
OK, you caught me.
It’s all been an elaborate ruse. I joined this site 3 years and 3,700 posts ago to steal your essay. (Yeah, the one that I suggested improvements on that you have chosen to ignore.)
Three years of posts about my husband and my kids and my students and about teaching-- all a ruse. None of it actually happened. I joined at age 14 and made it all up, just in case, three years later, you came along with the perfect (?) essay for me to steal.
So there’s no need for me to prove to you that I am who I say I am.
You win. It’s all been a lie.
Pity you didn’t catch on until after sending me your essay though.