RIP sweet kitty. Calling your boy to tell him we had to make a hard decision today was the worst thing ever. He wanted one last Skype of you and teared up because he couldn’t hold you one last time. So much for being a tough soldier. Worst day ever.
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What role do I play in this disappointment?
How squeaky of a wheel am I going to have to get? I am surprised nothing has been done so far.
You are arrogant and rude and the main reason I wouldn’t be sorry if we moved.
Stop being so cheap. You know the drill , you know the protocol. You can’t stiff the waitress on a $200 check . GRRRRR !
Looking forward to a fun runners’ meetup with women who actually run!
Really!!! Really!!! You forget to turn off the sprinkler AGAIN!! It runs overnight AGAIN!!! You know what that does to the water bill!!! Arrrgh! I am giving the next water bill to you. YOU can pay four times our normal bill out of your money!!!
Well isn’t that special. The person with the third best stats of the game (at most) is the player of the game.
I am tired of fighting with kids today. I am fantasizing about moving out, and where I could live, thinking I’d be happier sleeping on an old mattress of the floor of an empty house rather than fighting with kids.
At least one apology came in by text from my impulsive but tender-hearted child. Not really counting on another until H comes home and talks to the stubborn one about her responsibilities and how to treat mom.
I rather like H and don’t want to move out from him.
I think I will feel better after I eat lunch but I almost feel too exhausted and beaten down to make the effort.
And my puppy stinks today.
Oy. Why don’t you guys just pop an email off to us all when you have an opening? I found this by accident yesterday and have to whip this application off in just one day. Why can’t you be more collegial?
You’re tone deaf. Stop the victim blaming.
Geez, stop lecturing and start listening. It’s getting old.
We need some dis-like and non-helpful buttons, or if you want to be more like fb some angry and sad face buttons. here.
My wonderful parents are taking DH and me to Beirut on the way to South Africa next June so we can visit middle kid. A lot of flying, but that’s OK!!
Ta ta.
I have entered the Twilight Zone. The billionaire wants to meet with me to talk about one of the many hats I wear in my job. In what universe does this happen? I am the worker bee (my coworker’s 22 year old just got her first real job at one of the Big 3 & makes more than I do). Please, please just let me spend my time doing my job. If I thought this was about listening to the issues, learning about those issues, and working to make things better, I wouldn’t feel this way. I know I will be instructed not to say certain things because, you know, this is a very important person. Ack.
Okay, I have officially seen the weirdest thing ever!
(Google: Lady Walking a Raw Chicken)
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To the unidentified, unnamed high school boy(s) yelling racial slurs and profanities out of the school bus windows to my shy, kind, legal-American-citizen 14-year-old daughter:
My mother-rage knows no bounds. Being white myself, (not having experienced this personally) my rage is not tempered with wisdom and hard experience, but raw and new. I have not ( up to now) been a violent or vindictive person but I could string you up by your ears, teeth or other assorted body parts. I hope you are found (though my daughter’s too scared to report you, she’s convinced that will make things worse, and if I report it she’ll never again tell me things.) For now I have to rely on karma to catch up to you. I have never been a vengeful person but I do hope the driver catches you next time and throws you mercilessly off the bus (permanently.) I hope you have to walk 10+ miles home through dangerous traffic in a hailstorm after getting kicked off and then face expulsion and a rotten few years of life before you reform and work yourself up to a better life. I know, even if caught, you will likely be safely carted home, only to get your fingers slapped a bit and you’ll go back for more fun. I thought I was a compassionate, complex-thinking, forgiving sort of person, but now I only feel something close to hatred. These are only words you spit out, maybe in jest, your idea of a boys-will-be-boys joke. Or a sad upbringing? Or are you the voice of a new generation of emboldened bigot looking for an easy victim to kick? I don’t care. I only know that I hate you right now.
I thought I knew myself. And these are only words. God help me (and the guilty party) if anyone ever lays a finger on her.
I’m sure Theodor Geisel is rolling in his grave!