Saying only "I'm sorry for your loss" when somebody dies
This never did anything for me, except letting me know that you’re filling a social obligation, similar to saying “Bless you” if I sneeze. I don’t feel that you’re in any way making an effort to share my pain.
I know words can’t really do much….but try to do better than that.
“Police told the man to leave after he informed them he was fighting for the right to dance, and he “danced across the parking lot to the McDonald’s where he stood and watched us while dancing,” an officer wrote in the report. He then danced back across the parking lot to the Valero, where he was arrested.”—
I had my iPhone for almost 7 months before syncing it or backing it up. I don’t even know if those are the same things. That was over a month ago and I haven’t done it since. I just don’t care. I figure I don’t keep enough of my life on the phone to really care if everything were lost.
I don’t care about the new iPhone OS. I don’t even know how to get it. I’ll probably look into it in a couple of days. I don’t care about getting it on the first day. The early bird gets the worm; the early adopter gets the bugs. I’ll wait a bit to make sure nothing critical is broken. I guess I’ll start by hooking it up to iTunes. I’ve had a new home computer for almost 3 weeks. Haven’t even installed iTunes.
Maybe I’m not a geek. I like math and numbers. I’m reasonably intelligent. I talk about software testing at the breakfast table. I like humor that involves science and math, and really knowledge of anything bookish.
But I don’t crave the new. I would rather save my money than spend it on technology. If what I have is fine, I don’t care about upgrading. I don’t view my life as an endless series of problems that need solving with more technology. Most of my tech knowledge comes from the drive to want to be better at my job and more conversant with or even more knowledgeable than the people around me. It’s not natural curiosity, not much anyway. I had a college professor tell me that I wasn’t curious enough. I don’t remember why he said it or whether it had an immediate impact on my choices after that. But I’ve thought about it every so often, wondering how he got that idea about me. As time goes by, I’m leaning more toward thinking that he was right.
Emerson was sent home with diarrhea today. Rod has her now.
I’ve been feeling horribly uneasy since I got the call from the daycare.
I think it has been because every time Em gets diarrhea now, I recall the ten day period that Emerson could not go to daycare due to diarrhea when she was six months old. We did not know when it would end. If it was some horrible virus that was slowly eating her insides. It just kept going and going and going.
This was also shortly after my dad got out of the hospital with his quadruple bypass surgery. I was incredibly on edge and worried that more bad things would happen. And not having the “normal” routine of both Rod and me being at work and Emerson being at daycare did not help.
Plus, I’m horribly uneasy that my daughter might have some exotic illness. I don’t want to bring her up in an atmosphere of worry, so I hide it pretty well in my opinion. But I’m pretty much waiting for a horrible diagnosis, if not with her than with another family member that will ruin the good thing that we have going. Is love nothing more than a constant worried feeling that the people you have positive feelings about will suddenly vanish from the world and you’ll have nothing but happy memories left of them competing with the sadness of losing the continuation of the happy memories? Because yeah, that’s what it is for me.
I in no way meant to imply that since the avatars of Michelle and Dan were not wearing glasses that they are dogs.
I thought “have a thing for” implied a propensity toward and not exclusivity for, but Rod said “Michelle and Dan aren’t wearing glasses” and in the chance Rod isn’t just being a difficult know it all a-hole I thought I’d clarify.
I do it because my face oozes about 15,000 barrels of oil a day without it.
It gets gross and slimy. It makes my glasses gross and slimy. It makes my hair gross and slimy.
I wear chapstick so that my lips don’t crack and bleed.
But I’ve recently started wearing a little bit of eye shadow.
It makes me look alert and interested in my surroundings. Which is important in today’s tough economic times. And I *like* how it makes me look. I don’t spend much on my hair, shoes, or clothes. But for a couple of bucks a thing of eye shadow will probably last months. You can pry it from my cold, dead hands.
Some people shun makeup to be feminist, some don’t change their last names when they get married, some don’t get married at all, some don’t have kids, some never wear dresses, some hate men no matter what they do, some vote, some don’t accept the label feminist at all but are strong and kick ass anyway. Just because a woman doesn’t reject the same things that you reject doesn’t mean that she’s weaker or overly traditional or any of those things. Maybe there are things that women like to do because they choose to do them. And isn’t that what we all want for ourselves anyway?
But please send me or link to your favorite reasonably easy, reasonably inexpensive, reasonably healthy recipe. Preferably meatless. AShankle at the only free email service that is taken seriously anymore.
I’m trying to do this thing called “cooking”. Trying to lay off the fast food and pre-made dinners. But there are so many recipes out there. And even the “easy” recipes take long enough that they seem to assume that I do not work full time and have a housekeeper and nanny.