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I love it when I get an email, at 4:30 on a Friday afternoon, from a contractor that reads, “We are running out of time and your help is beneficial… Have a great weekend.” Ha! So I wrote back, “Did you have a chance to look at the three questions I sent back in July and later resent? I can’t proceed until I get answers.” Grrrrrr.
Today, for the third time this year, my 17 year old daughter was curled up in a ball in her bed in tears, after hearing of the suicide of someone she knew. She was friendly with him in middle school, but they grew apart in high school. None of the 3-- this 17 year old boy, last spring’s 17 year old girl from a neighboring school, or the 30 year old nephew of a close friend with whom we shared Christmas night for the past decade-- knew each other.
We hear a lot about the opiod epidemic. Can we finally start a dialogue on the suicide epidemic?
Thank God she’s able to talk to my husband and me, after texting her therapist. She had 3 good cries, then went to the gym with a classmate, probably to have another good cry. I think she’ll be OK.
But when a 17 year old child thinks that jumping in front of a train is the best available option-- and another swallowed a handful of pills, and a 30 year old chooses to hang himself-- isn’t it way past time for a national dialogue on suicide?
Yes!
Love you, fat head pizza dough. 3/4 cup of mozarella cheese, 1 spoon of cream cheese, half an egg and some coconut flour, voila! Perfect pizza dough substitute.
Well, H and I got along nicely with S’s GF. We had a nice dinner together and then went to walk around the Washington Monument. She’s a charming young woman.
She and S have very different and separate Christmas traditions and each will be heading to respective extended families to celebrate them. S says if they’re still seeing each other next year, they’ll figure something out.
I am going to do something crazy today - stand in line at an Apple store. Not hopeful, but what else do I have to do.
To both my SIL’s: you are both horrible. My daughter asked if she can bring a roommate to Thanksgiving as her friend will be alone and is going through a family crisis. Neither one of you could say yes or no. My daughter lives and goes to college in the town that you live in. How about a little compassion. So instead of being with family, she and her friend will plan something else. Hopefully, if their work schedules allow they can make the 5 hr drive home. We, unfortunately cannot make the drive up there due to health reasons. I really don’t like either one of you. If your kids wanted to bring someone to a family gathering there would be no questions asked. And the dinner is not even being hosted in your home. It’s at your parents. They are fine with it, they just said to ask if you two are ok with it. Which apparently you are not.
Sorry, that’s my rant for the day.
How can a photo make me so happy and so sad at the same time ?
Your ego and arrogance ruined something really, really great. I hope you’re happy.
It’s going to be a rough day for my daughter, as she and her classmates attend the wake tonight for a classmates who was bullied into suicide.
You can run but you can’t hide
You reap what you sow
You messed with the wrong person
Why don’t I come anymore? Because you choose to treat people differently. In a place that is supposed to be the opposite of that, it just doesn’t sit well with me.
So, within your own high EFC family, your merit worthy child stays with the instate public option because the risk of paying a single year of OOS tuition is too great for you. Yet, you encourage a kid with no resources to apply to schools that are academic overmatches and think that catching rides halfway across the country, going to professors office hours, etc will result in a degree in four years. All because you have a feeling this is a special situation (which, unfortunately, it is not). How irresponsible.
I am so sorry you lost your job over that. You did what lots of other people would have done in your shoes.
The family reunion was touching on so many levels.
We go through this every single year. Grow up!
I love my space heater!
Please call me back. I am worried about you and your husband. I want to help. Don’t just disappear. The worry is killing Mom.
You poke your head into my office and ask how I’m doing. I respond that I’m trying to manage the piles on my desk and you respond with how your piles are bigger and your workload is crazier. Then you try to suggest lunch because you know I have been ticked at you over the last 6 months. Last week in an effort to be nice, I asked you if you wanted to participate in an off campus activity with another colleague and myself and, once again, you didn’t respond. No, I don’t want to have lunch with you. I’m pretty much done with our friendship.