I has wifi! At home! And man, I was griping about the connection fee, but she (I think - cute baby butch) earned every penny. However, the ABF dude will not be pleased when he comes to pick up the cube; she couldn't get the wire tight from the pole and it's pretty much draped on top of the cube. Oopsies.

Also, thank heavens my desktop was swashbuckling!Pond, and not nekkid TH or something.

I keep running the math of average life spans, realize where I stand in regards to that, and get obsessed about what my life could have been etc. etc. I'm supposed to have achieved *something* by now, but . .

Facing the Facts by Judith Viorst >[link]

I am facing the fact that
I'll never compose Bach cantatas,
Design Saint Laurents,
Advise presidents,
head U.S. Steel,
Resolve the Mideast,
Be the hostess of some major talk show,
Or cure the cold.
And although future years may reveal
Some hidden potential,
Some truly magnificent act that
I've yet to perform,
Or some glorious song to be sung
For which I'll win prizes and praise,
I must still face the fact that
They'll never be able to say,
"And she did it so young".

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love that, Ginger.

Fredpete, I would. Changing out of the PJs required, and if I do that, I've got enough left in me to exercise instead.

All of which means that I need to step away from bad habits like playing Katie Perry's "firework" crack and convince myself that it's not as bad to listen to it if it's on Glee.

People I know well and complete strangers. I usually laugh and say "I'm really old" in the hopes that it will make them uncomfortable and aware of how rude and intrusive they are being but I don't think it works!

My friend has what I think is a good answer "When there's something to know, I'll tell you. Until then, the only person that I'm discussing anything with is my husband, who is the person I talk about private matters with."

And sometimes, she emphasizes the PRIVATE part.

Vortex, did you call the insurance nurse?

Happy Birthday, Cass!!!

I think I am freaking out a wee bit more than I want to admit about getting over when the clock ticks over. Drat. I was pretty zen for the thirties too. Now I don't want it to be tomorrow cause OLDER.

You'll have blaze the path for me & tell me what it's like - I'll be joining you on Tuesday...I'm fluctuating between zen and WTF 40!?!? right along with you, babe.

I'll be there Thursday. It just *feels* weird to have to flip the first digit of my age. Yeesh.

However, according to my hair stylist (I got my hair cut last week), I still have no grey/white/silver hair. None. I can only assume there is a wig in an attic somewhere that is slowly going grey.

Even if I'm eating in the "diet" range (1500 calories or less)

Yow. I won't even admit how many calories I eat if I'm trying to lose weight. It's so far beyond 1500 I'm a little croggled. (Granted, I am a large human being, so my caloric needs are large, and "cutting back" still leaves me with more calories than smaller people eat just to maintain.)

I continue to be very, very grateful that I never had kids, but part of me misses them at this point in my life. I know it's for the wrong reasons, though, because I'm missing the dream of having family around me in my old(er) age.

Oh, Connie, this is 100% me. I don't want kids at all, but thinking about not having family as I age is a little sad-making. Tim has fantastic nieces and nephews, and I'm truly grateful for that, but it's still not the same.

Vortex, did you call the insurance nurse?

I did, they want me to go to urgent care, but they were fucking USELESS. They asked where I was, I said that I was at work, and they wanted to know exactly where I was. I asked why they needed it, and she huffily explained that she needed it in case she needed to send an ambulance. I conceded that she had a point and then she said "Do you know the address of where you work?" Are you fucking kidding me? And it went downhill from there. I told her that it was condescending that she asked if I knew the address, and she claimed that lots of people don't know. I said "I doubt that, but what's the harm in just asking for the address?" She said that she was following the protocol. @@

She asked a bunch of questions, and then was clearly reading from a script where she said "based on the answers to your questions, we recommend . . . " Ridiculous.

Honestly, I don't feel like she really knew enough to make a good recommendation. I might call back and see if I can get someone competent.

I've had insurance nurses quote WebMD at me, and I couldn't work out if they thought I was stupid as well as worried.

But the last one got me to go to the ER for what turned out to be hepatitis, and also followed up and got me an early appointment with the doctor who is my new GP. So now I'm a bit of a fan.

"When there's something to know, I'll tell you. Until then, the only person that I'm discussing anything with is my husband, who is the person I talk about private matters with."

Yes, exactly!

I'm sure a lot of people may not know the address of their workplace (I have to look mine up when I need to give it out) but why not just ask "What's the address?" That makes no sense. I'd say call back and talk to someone else. If it wouldn't be detrimental to your blood pressure.

If it wouldn't be detrimental to your blood pressure.

she asked if my heart rate was elevated right now and I said "seeing as how I'm a little irritated right now, I'd say yes, but not the same as before"

Even if you don't know the address offhand, how far can you be from the nearest letterhead? jerks.