and prudence is your name- o!

But go look for something else , Sox.

no one needs to hear me sing twice

Will someone please hum a few bars of "Don't Quit Your Job, Sox, it isn't Prudent."

No! Quit! Quit! Quit!

What? Me? Trouble?

Don't quit, Sox or Prudence, or whoever. It would not be wise.

I made some headway into the horror that is Christmas shopping for my mother—found this hooker red jacket which she's bound to love. Unless of course, there's some small, ridiculous detail that will cause her to hate it.

And the rumblings are afoot that she may not come up here for Christmas because she can't tear herself away from my father. Especially now that he's apparently ill and all alone.

So, she'd rather forego Christmas with her grandchildren in favor of spending it with the man she divorced thirty years ago.

Me, bitter? Nah.

Dream. Plan. Move toward what you really want vs. away from what you don't.

That's all I got.

In seeking an antidote to a crushingly stressful day...and I don't have many of those...I am visiting the puppies. Their person just laid on the grub but the puppies wanted people instead! So cute. Much as my dog desires my company, if I put down food and walk away, his loyalties become laser focused. These little fluff balls want some pettin'. Bless their fuzzy little hearts.

eta: there is a lot of metal rattling and at least one invisible puppy. I think someone is trying to pick a lock.

Trying to finish up the section on my resume for this job. So far I have "Den mother, cat herder, nailing jello to a tree."

Move toward what you really want

What I realized, at the age of 37, is I don't even know how to figure out WHAT I want. I've spent too damned long doing and being what other people wanted me to do and be -- or what they told me I should want to do and be -- and now I'm floundering. I need to move forward, away from where I am, but I don't know *what* to move towards. Worse still, I can't figure out how to figure out what that might be.

incoherently yours,
Still Doesn't Know What She Wants to Be When She Grows Up

t edit Maybe I should move towards puppies.

Still Doesn't Know What She Wants to Be When She Grows Up

You better figure it out before the socialism.

Duuuuuuuudes!

(Disclaimer: I apologize for the multitude of exclamation marks and caps lock letters, but):

My sister was just majorly upgraded to something like "Sergeant Commander" rank/title, WITHOUT having to do 3 months command course, because she's so awesome at her army job!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!

(Then again, that course was supposed to send her away from Gaza Strip for 3 months. But hey, screw that - I have an awesome sister, no matter where she is).

Oh noes, Teh Socialism!!1!11!!!!ELEVENTY!!!1!!111