Anyone wanna teenager?
I'll trade you for a three-year old...
'Bushwhacked'
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Anyone wanna teenager?
I'll trade you for a three-year old...
Ok - I ballsed up and talked to boss about other boss' comment (even though I work for both, I directly report to boss.). She laughed and said that it has been part of the ongoing conversation about what my "new" position is going to entail and really cementing down the details and she can't remember how long that conversation has been going on. "Eighteen months" says I. "Eighteen months? Wow. Thank you so much for being so patient with us. Wow. Ok."
I imagine my position will change a lot again over the coming months, but I really want there to be a concrete description. And a raise.
Hooray, for positive bosses.
My mother was always the one to give the lie to thinking you had cute kids--she was notorious for thinking me ugly, and when other people boasted about their kids, she was always ho-hum about us.
Doesn't mean she didn't love us. I kinda liked it.
I'll trade you for a three-year old...
Tempting, but I've done that one; they turn into teens.
We were all perfect in every way to our mother, dad not so much. We were ok because we were my mom's and he adored her. I think I am somewhat objective about the boys. I see their awesome qualities as clearly as their deep flaws. Love them even when they disappoint or anger me.
I've done that one; they turn into teens.
Aw man! I knew I should have read the EULA...
I was generally wonderful in my dad's eyes. He would occasionally phone me, out of the blue, just to say he'd been thinking of me and wanted to let me know how proud he was of me.
Mom, nsm.
Eh, one's more than a lot of people get, so I still count myself pretty lucky.
Anyone wanna teenager?
send him to Sears?
Aims, that's wonderful news. not the 18 months, but the positive boss comments.
I was generally wonderful in my dad's eyes. He would occasionally phone me, out of the blue, just to say he'd been thinking of me and wanted to let me know how proud he was of me.
I didn't realize how differently my parents regarded me until one birthday in college, when I got a birthday card from my mother, signed for her and Daddy, then one from Daddy himself sent from in town, apparently when he was at work. I never told either of them about the two cards but have been delighted by it ever since.
Trudy, those awesome curtains include the gothy motif which Jilli doesn't like...
Em is indeed a most wonderful child.
Laura, I got nothing for you, except the wrinkled nose of sympathy.
smonster, that sucks about your health plan. Will you still get everything covered? I hope it doesn't affect you too badly.
It's just more hoops. I go through my yearly allotment of outpatient visits every 3.5 months, and i'm shit at keeping track and getting providers to apply for more, so I end up paying for out out of pocket because they also don't approve retroactively. IOW, let's make it as hard as possible for sick people to get the care supposedly offered. Nonprofit my ass.