Frick it all. My mom just called, saying many off-her-rocker things, but asking me directly if I could give her my old clarinet teacher’s phone number. When I asked why, she said she just wanted to say hi. Umm, in the state she’s in, she’d say a lot more than just “hi.” I know that for a fact.
Whem I refused to give her my teacher’s number, she said she’d get his phone number out of her address book in the kitchen the next time she comes here. I first said “please don’t call my teacher, because he’s busy and doesn’t like to be bothered,” but I then ended up having to say, “Don’t you dare call my teacher!” rather forcefully.
Of course, knowing my mother, she might find a way to call him anyway.
{{{MIdget}}} I’m sure these people your mother is callin’ realize her current state of mind. I’m sure they empathize with you in this situation.
We had pizza for N.O.L. Yes, pizza again. OYKW wanted a pepperoni lover’s pizza from Pizza Hut. Hey, he ordered it, went to pick it up and paid for it so who ami I to argue.
'Tis dreary and rainy out. A good day to laze around.
Back from doing my crabby thing! I got a text that he was coming in 45 minutes earlier than originally planned, meaning I was already late. I couldn’t remember exactly where he lived, so I had to google it, and of course, I put in the wrong address the first time. Anyway, his place is easy to find, so I hopped into the car and was on my way. Just as I got to his street, I saw him backing his boat up the driveway - so he was earlier than early. I didn’t have my official ID or hat on, and I hadn’t prepped the paperwork because I thought I had an hour to spare. Silly me.
But I had a decent signal, so I was able to find the info I needed from the company website, entered his data, and submitted my report. I also got him to sign the paper form since he forgot his password, and when I got back here, I finished filling in the administrative stuff. So yay, I get paid!!
He only got one bushel of crabs, but he said they were big. If I’d had any money, I’d have bought them from him right then and there! I lurves me some crabs!!! Instead, I’m about to start hemming tea towels. Good times!
{{{Midget}}} - sweetie, I don’t know what to say. Hang in there and bitch to us all you want. We’re here for you! ETA - maybe you should call your old teacher with a head’s up? Fair warning and all that…
Mom, I’m thinking about calling my old teacher, but maybe only if I think my mother is actually in danger of calling. I could also try emailing him, but I’m not sure if he still uses the email address that I have for him.
It’s a nice 79 degrees outside and of course the AC is on because, I don’t know why, just because.
Overslept, but I got the dogs fed and medicated and the cat fed and the litter cleaned, and brought in the last trash can too. Picked up TacoHell for Sah-son on the way back just to be nice. Last night there had to be 20 cars in the TH drive through. I wasn’t sitting in that line so he got Wendys instead and they totally messed up his burger.
{{{Midget}}}
Today is going to be irk irk irk, I want some nice big fat paychecks before settlement so I have money to move, and I won’t be sitting on cardboard boxes and sleeping on the floor.
it probably won’t any time soon, but we’re here for you to vent to and to offer hugs
Perhaps it’s up to you to learn how to not let it bother you - - have you thought about talk therapy? If I have overstepped, forgive me, but I understand what you’re going through and extracting yourself is going to be difficult but may be the only way to save your sanity
Well, that was fun - I was ironing when my iron died. There was a funny sound and a funny smell and it wouldn’t turn on any more. So I just ran to WalMart to get a replacement. WalMart on the Saturday before school starts is insanity, but the trip was still worth it. As I drove south on MD235, I saw a vehicle that made me wish my phone had a camera. Honest to goodness, I’m not making this up. Gospel Mime Ministry. Seriously.
If I had to pick any word to sandwich between *Gospel *and Ministry, I don’t know if I’d ever come up with Mime. Ever.
That’s all I’ve got. Back to ironing my tea towels.
Still trying to get my brain booted up enough to write that talk for tomorrow. Gotta come up with ten minutes worth of material.
At least I didn’t also wind up teaching a class. Love kids, don’t know if I could handle both that and that talk on the same day.
EmilyG, nothing wrong with hanging up on someone who can’t conduct a reasonable conversation, IMO. Sure, you’re worried about her, but you really need to take care of you so you can help your father and other family members deal with all this.
On my way to meet up with Older Sister & Co. Tuesday I got behind a truck with a sticker on the back that looked like one of those “my kid goes to this school” stickers except this one read
NC DEPT. OF CORRECTIONS
MOM
I want that sticker. I wants it so bad.
Did you know that given the right conditions (in this case, chopping them together in the food processor), garlic and onions will turn blue when you cook 'em? They do! According to Dr. Internet, it has something to do with the copper and sulfur in the onions and garlic reacting to each other. Jury’s still out on if I’m having purple chili tonight.
There’s a party at my workplace tonight. Some sort of dance party. I’m not sure if anybody that I actually know from my work is going, though. I’ll probably skip it.
