How is it possible that I have internet access on my personal computer but not on my work computer? They’ve both been working side by side for five years now.
Hum, now your wrist hurts. I would bet riding on an already injured arm had something to do with it. Your upset that you can’t go ride after work today because you need to go grocery shopping. What part of injured knee, arm and now wrist doesn’t translate to give your body time to heal.
I can deal with the stores doing this…but to have your home already decorated for fall - on August 20 when there is a full month of summer on the calendar…it makes me want to smash any pumpkin you have whether in the house or out of the house!!!
It has been such a joy being your mommy baby girl. Dropping you off was going to be hard, no matter what. But being our last bird in the nest, made it even harder. I did my best not to cry, especially since you said “Don’t cry mommy or I’m going to cry.” I know you picked well, both academically and athletically but still… Prayerful you’ll have a successful, happy, challenging, fulfilling first semester of college. Hopeful the sadness of being an empty nester eases sooner than later. Countdown to Parent Weekend when I get to see your smiley face again begins in 3…2…1…
I’m trying to process a horrible weekend.
A woman I did not like the first time I met her 2 years ago embezzled from a nonprofit and has been ordered to pay restitution. Found out this weekend that a woman I do like was conned out of over $1000 by the embezzler. And embezzler stole from one of the woman’s family members.
My child has been working towards a specific achievement for years. He met every requirement and was told Saturday he will not be receiving that achievement. An adult who is new to the organization spoke against him and said he wasn’t ready for it. The other three adults - who have known my son for years - were in favor. The one in charge decided that because this one person who barely knows my son objected, he won’t get it. It made me physically nauseous when I was told. My husband (involved as a parent volunteer) was extremely upset at how he and my son were both blindsided by this development.
One of the leaders mentioned above (who supported my son) was accused of falsifying her own son’s achievements and dismissed from the organization on Sunday.
A vet with PTSD who was accused by several parents of inappropriate behavior (not sexual, but more like hazing/scary stuff) with this youth organization had been dismisseda couple months ago. Yesterday he showed up and was reinstated by the regional director. He has no children in the organization and we cannot figure out why he continues to push to be allowed to volunteer. It’s frightening and I am hoping one of the parents (the one with the strongest complaint) will file a police report against him. He should not be around children until he gets things under control. My husband has witnessed this guy break down completely and now feels it is his duty to make sure this guy is never left alone with any of the children.
My family went to a potluck dinner and the hostess not only tried to hide the dessert I’d brought (while putting out the side dish), she then took everyone’s leftovers, placed them into her own containers, filled her fridge and put the empty dishes in the sink for everyone to find and take home!
Please please please may I finally find some relief from this epidural injection. I will never ever again take walking for granted. Ok, it’s not that I ever did, but now I will savor it as a gift.
Grad school S saw your job posting back in February. He sent you his resume, cover letter, and all supporting materials right away. You contacted him in April and said you were interested. He made it through your SIX interviews, culminating in a site visit 4 weeks ago, clear across the country. The next day, you asked for 5-6 references. He gave you 6 and you called all of them within 2 days. From all accounts, you really liked him and promised to get back to him by the end of next week. You even asked if he’d be willing to work remotely until he could relocate. Well, next week was about 2 weeks ago. In the meantime, he’s been courted by 4 other places. Today you send an email saying you can’t extend an offer in the near future because your own outlook is unclear?? Well, guess what?..today he accepted an offer from one of those other places. Looks like he might have dodged a bullet. One other bonus - he will now be a 6 hour car ride away, instead of a 6 hour plane ride away. I wish you well, but you’ve got a thing or two to learn about the hiring process.
I often complain about the physical condition of my house. Last night, there was a record-breaking rainfall where I live. There is no water in my basement this morning. House and previous owners, thank you!
The amount of rich I am right now is fine, thanks. I’ve been poor, and rich is definitely better than poor - but you passed the amount of rich that gets you “more better” a long time ago.
LOVE having you home and hearing your voice and your thoughts and hugging you goodnight! FORGOT how you bang the doors and clomp around and turn on every light! SAVORING every minute 'cause this is all I get till Thanksgiving…
Grab the popcorn. It’s shaping up to be an interesting show!
What a day. What a day.
Last client appointment tonight. First began in 1974.
It feels surreal. I have eased out over a long period of time so why is this so
sad for me? Both H and D offered to celebrate but that feels all wrong.
I have been celebrated when leaving positions but private practice is, well, private.
And privately I need time to feel this passage. Just sad.
Why can you never just be content? It shouldn’t be this hard.
First, I tell you I’m going to invite your brother to go to an outdoor jazz concert because we both enjoy that kind of thing and I haven’t seen him in a long time. You take over, inviting yourself, and text him asking if he wants to go with us before I even have a chance to ask him. He was supposed to be the focus, not the afterthought.
Then when I text saying I’d bring wine and simply ask if you prefer white or red, you reply . . . “I like Chardonnay, not bitter . . . more buttery. . . and red blends, but not too tart . . . I also don’t like anything too sweet.”
You’d be furious if I told you this, but you’re turning into your mother.
Yay! The IRS has decided we no longer owe them the funds we already paid them in April! Now the can go collect from the deadbeats who are collecting refunds they shouldn’t. It only took a bunch of letters from our CPA and several months for them to straighten out!
No, we are not welcome here and your oversized reaction proves you know that even if you won’t acknowledge it.
Sending good vibes to the people of Hawaii and hoping the hurricane veers off. Hang in there.
Our accountant made an entry mistake when he did our taxes. I had to cut a big check to the state and the IRS. There goes my saved vacation money. Poof. I’m trying to let it go and not have a tantrum. Can we please catch a break? I don’t want to go back to the paycheck to paycheck days. I’m tired!
This is why I don’t ever do remodeling. First one thing, then the other. I’m afraid your fix on the first two things will cause more problems and then what? UGH. I’m almost ready to just wash my hands of you, cut a check and be done.