Why oh why do I answer the phone when my mother calls?
I knew I should have waited until I was in a better frame of mind.
It wasn’t that bad but she only wants to give me all the bad news in the family and I have enough to do without hearing every thing that is wrong.
**FCM ** I do anything that involves communication. I shouldn’t but I do. Sah-son is exceedingly shy and even though I shouldn’t, I just do it and get it over with. He needs to get out of it and I don’t know how to get him to do it. It’s at the point where just knowing he has to talk to somebody he gets the deer in the headlights look in his eyes.
People who know me and people who knew his father cannot believe we created a shy child.
He wasn’t shy when he was young, it started after his father died and then got worse when he was bullied in middle school. By high school he was getting out of it and making friends but after graduation they all went their separate ways and he went back into his shell.
Shyness runs in my family, I don’t know if it’s genetic or not but both of my parents were shy and my mother’s other daughter was so shy it was crippling. She couldn’t even walk into a fast food place and order her own food. She never would have gotten her first job if I hadn’t gotten it for her.
I always thought I’d have the kid who was coming home drunk or high. I was prepared to deal with that. I was not prepared to deal with this.
I know what a croissant is. I have an idea of what a Cronut is. I do not want to know what a “Cruffin” is.
I’m an extremely shy person in real life. At times it almost seems like I’m afraid of people. Of course, on a message board, I can sort of hide. Or I can think about what I want to say, and then type it, instead of awkwardly stuttering.
I wish there was a way to block those inane, idiotic, annoying quiz results from your Facebook feed. No, I don’t care what famous historical figure you should go shopping with, what obscure 70’s TV show character is your soulmate, or what bodily fluid you are!
I found those quizzes fun when I was 16 and new to the internet. But they’ve made a big comeback recently.
They should have a “what stupid quiz are you?” quiz.
Then again, I’m sure not everyone likes everything I post on Facebook, either, so we’re even.
The fridge space is 36" wide and 75" high (I think.) I don’t think I want a black fridge. It would have been different if we’d done all black appliances in the first place. We should have just gone all white. Oh well…
Midget, get fluff busting purity (fbpurity.com) You can customize your feed. Also, in the top right of each post on your feed are options to do a few different things, including blocking the quiz sites
Why the restriction to a single door fridge? We love our bottom-freezer, double-door fridge. Not sure what they call that configuration - French door? Dutch door? I know it’s not a side-by side - possibly the worst thing ever foisted on kitchens.
Ours is made by LG, but wears a Kenmore nametag. The grab-n-go door in a door is clever, but will be an annoyance for a month or two until you remember which side of the door the butter is on.
Our only regret is the finish. It’s a smooth semigloss/satin black, and it shows everything. It is a fingerprint magnet. We’re two professional adults with ordinary levels of hand-eye coordination and fine motor control, and it gets grubby fast. I can’t imagine having it in a family with kids.
I turned on the TV. ABC was on as that was the last station I was watching before turning it off. “The Bachelor” is on. Hells no!
I change the channel & find “Celebrity Bowling” reruns. The only one of the four I know is Adrienne Barbeau. If the winning team scored < 120 they got an assortment of Westclocks; if > 120 new mattresses. Prizes seem kinda cheesey for celebrities.
Found out Giant Johnsons Foods is in Alabama. Which surprises me to no ends. Since a bad incident back in 77 I have made wide tracks around Alabama. Bag must have come from something we got at an antique shop in Kentucky or such.
**gotti **- I want to avoid a side-by-side door setup because I screwed up on the kitchen layout design. The fridge sits right next to the doorway to the dining room, but I didn’t want it protruding into the opening, so we built the wall out farther than we should have. Ergo, the right-hand door won’t open beyond 90°. Besides making it a pain in the patoot to get anything in or out, it makes it impossible to take the drawers and shelves out when the fridge needs to be cleaned. We have to pull the fridge forward about 5" or so to allow the door to swing all the way open, but the damned thing has become almost impossible to budge.
If I had a single door that opened to the left, that would no longer be an issue. Hence my desire for that particular configuration. I can work with a top freezer as long as both doors also open to the left, but a drawer would be so much easier to pack, methinks.
The search goes on.
Good morning! It’s supposed to rain all day an into the night. I’m going to make a run to the grocery store for some root beer, among other things. That pretty much sums up my plans for the day. Oh, I should put flea stuff on the dog - now that things are thawing, we’ll be contending with those blood-suckers before long.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 60 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 84 for the day. Spring time! Then again, it’s also pollen time. BLURF
Spidey peanut butter 'n 'nanner sammiches are da bomb! I do not, however, fry 'em.
Today is Tuesday of payroll week. This means I get a report of who all hasn’t turned in a time sheet and have to harrass ‘em to get it in by ten o’clock this mornin’ or risk not gettin’ paid. Sigh. There’s always a few dumbasses who don’t.
Ok, that’s all I got. I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence.
Tuesday morning. Up. Caffeinating. Morning meds. Food. Then prettyfying for irk will commence.
I want to be independently wealthy so I don’t have to get up and go to work.
BLURF.
I remember those; I’m terribly allergic to both. In fact, I’m allergic to everything “down South”. Got a couple of years without ANY pollen allergies when I first moved to New England because my body didn’t recognize the pollen at all. It was the BEST! (Now I do have reactions, but they’re far less than I had in Florida, and I hope that continues to be the case).
