So I joined an empty nesters meetup group and attended my first outing the other day.
That was hilarious. I need to age a few more years before I can fit in.
I met a dude at work and we planned on going out then he said he hated cats when I mentioned I have two. Bye. Pussies before Bros. Pun intended. I use my cats’ names as passwords, that’s how important they are and this dude thinks it’s a choice, mehn, people be trippin.
Tim. My human baby, my child, my life! He’s doing great in Boston and school. It’s only been two weeks since he left but my favorite part so far is when he calls to tell me about his week and the stuff he’s doing. Pride. Love, all the feels.
It’s still weird without him at home, the list of bitterness is just as long as the list of sweetness. Why today I bought steak (for one) for 1/3 of the price I normally would have spent if Tim were home cos he eats twice as much. His room is empty though and It still has his smell. I console myself by remembering that I miss my son because he’s away at college. Good reason.
My baby sister turns 32 tomorrow. I remember when she was born, like how is she two years into her 30s already? My other younger sister will be 35 Saturday, 35! We are celebrating in DC on Monday. Joint party.
What are your plans for labor day weekend?
"How a person deals with animals (pets especially) likely reveals who they really are."
Nah, surely folks don’t blame Obama for odd stuff.
I thought it was a tumblr joke, I swear.
So I asked the lady at work for some documents right, she tells me she doesn’t open her mail because the last time she did, her car interest rate went up fifty percent. It was in the fine print and legal she said, Obama signed it into law.
I’ve bought vehicles in the past, I’m all curious, did I miss a potential interest rate hike in fine print?? So I goggle it, didn’t find a thing…does anyone know what the heck she’s talking about?
THIS JUST IN: only thin people are allowed to have chronic pain or chronic illnesses. Fat people with disabilities will be magically cured by weight loss. More at 11.
I’ve been telling everyone and their momma that I don’t read work emails at home and to not expect a response from me outside my working hours.
Dayum, I wish I was that chick who could just let. it. go. because I checked my email just now and saw something that I knee jerked responded to. And I replied all, to all the people I’ve been telling I don’t check my email at home. Shit.
Including my boss.
Granted, I’m not the chick who can just let it go but I’m the chick who wouldn’t let you play me in an email to the entire department.
Yeah, I’m all tough and shit but I just threw away my one tactical advantage. Jesus, I’m an idiot. I couldn’t bloody wait 12 hours to respond???Now I’m waiting for the response to my response so I can respond. Christ!
Y’all please let me know if I’m talking too much about my son leaving for college. It’s just that this part of me all of a sudden catching all the feelings is not in the parenting handbook they gave me when I had him. Especially since I’ve been waiting for his butt to leave since he was 14.
Do you know how many times I’ve thought, this lil shit can’t go off to college soon enough?
Be careful what you wish for, no truer words have ever been spoken.
Somebody hold me.
I read an entry in my diary from this time last year where I wrote how I was extremely pissed at my old boss for not giving me more responsibilities. I switched jobs in September - the new job is definitely more responsibilities that sometimes I’m too exhausted to think at the end of the day.
Apparently there’s no happy medium with me. But I’ll take busy any day over not feeling needed at my job or just there to have a seat watching the clock for 8 hours.
Also if it looked like I was stalking your blog, I’m catching up from not being able to play on tumblr during the week because of my omygawd!!! busy important, important busy job.