Although I met you today for the first time, I am not sure if I should be amused that you are throwing your money to your tutor for something so simple, or dreaded that you, a junior who still hasn’t declared a major, think that you will somehow land six figure job right after the college. I feel awful that you have ADHD, but you need to get your crap together.
Do you really need to start jackhammering concrete at 7:20 in the morning? Shall I call the city and report you?!
If you had gotten prenatal care, if you hadn’t been abandoned on the street and lived in an orphanage for nearly 2 years before I adopted you, maybe someone would have figured out before now, when you are 21, that you have hydrocephalus. It does explain the learning difficulties and headaches, but if fixed soon after birth your life might have been so much easier. Now you’re facing brain surgery, on top of the major spinal surgery last year. I wish you could just enjoy your college years without constant health crises.
It never ceases to amaze me what people worry about during the college application process. Why make it harder than it has to be?
Why do you always have to YELL?
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We just returned from a wonderful vacation in Disney World. Nope, probably not the most fiscally responsible choice. but those warm memories with my husband and kids are well worth it.
Please include me in the loop if you want me to do something. I can’t read your mind, and you have no idea how easy or difficult it is for me to comply with your request. It sounds like you are assuming that because it wasn’t done the way you want in the past, it can’t be done the way you want - but you resent me because you think I won’t do what you want when you have never even spoken with me about it. Then you say, “Do we have to argue? Can’t we just work together?” Well, that would be a whole lot easier if YOU worked with ME. When you make all these plans and have all these expectations … without involving everyone who will be affected … you just do it to yourself.
I wish rabies were eradicated. Fortunately this doesn’t involve a human or pet, but I don’t even like knowing it’s “out there” and having to be wary. I wish it were confined to the past.
MY KID JUST INTO THE BEST DORM ON CAMPUS! <:-P <:-P <:-P
Holy JPMorgan. The voice announcing that the Sound Transit train is arriving sounds soooo familiar! Did they hire the IRS caller to do the announcing? :))
Something I just can’t let go… Here’s hoping I can get this from dominating my thoughts.
MIL, your S is having a rotten summer. He has lost 3/4 of his department and has to fill in. He was on call for 4 weeks straight and has been traveling non stop.
When you call me at the last minute wanting to visit and I am out of town for the first time this summer, I really really don’t want to hear that you feel neglected.
First of all, your son was in your town 3 weeks ago, you had another event but you saw him for a short while.
I’ve told you that we see you more than we see my mom or my own children. Of course your response was that I needed to get my children to visit us more often.
For 30+ Years I’ve been manipulated by you and have put you ahead of my own parents. I’m so done.
But why do I feel so guilty and why do I keep dwelling on this? I’m so over it.
You are so full of poo your eyes are brown.
For once, I think I’m ready to return to campus on August 1st. I’ve become far too interested in what is going on with Kelly & Ryan the last few weeks.
You are the one who let him go, no, encouraged him to go, with that old piece of junk. I said he needed reliable transportation. Don’t blame him for your bad choice. We need to get rid of that car.
I went against my instinct and bought a refurbished computer for my D heading to the Peace Corps. It lasted one month. Dumb, dumb, dumb …
Applying for a Costco credit card at lunch today, then computer shopping.
Another gem from yesterday: we found out that one of D’s childhood friends is homeless and addicted to heroin. Talented, beautiful, good family, but with, so we hear, a sprinkling of mental illness. Half of me wants to go out and try to save her, the other half knows to stay away.
UNBELIEVABLE! You think its OK to send your SON in to work for you at the last moment, someone who knows absolutely NOTHING about this business or job, so you can go visit friends in SCal!!!
I am SO looking forward to seeing your ass fired.
Dear son,
Everyone makes mistake sometime. Hopefully the data can be restored, but even if it cant’ the world will not end.
Nobody will die because of this error.
Dear Frances B,
I have washed the blanket many times since I bought it at an estate sale twenty years ago. But yesterday when I folded it to put it away was the first time I noticed the tag you sewed into the binding that reads “Made with pride by Frances B”. I want you to know that your good stitches still hold even though the binding itself has torn and needed to be trimmed off in several places. Thank you for your work which has helped to keep us warm through the winters, and which helped keep the family before us warm as well. And more than that, thanks for stitching in the tag so that yesterday I could be reminded of the many hands that have helped to make all the things in my home and in my world.