Ugh. Internet reporting shooting at the high school where my friend teaches. Nothing confirmed yet so, who knows, but it's scary. And, even if nothing happened, it's so distracting for the students.

I hire someone to cook for me (by going to restaurants), and mow my lawn, and fix my car, and sometimes to shop for me. So why is such a big deal to me, to hire someone to clean? It really shouldn't be.

Oh yeah. I mean, I've never hired anyone to clean for me, but that's mostly because the reason I don't clean more is that I don't care. So why would I spend the money? When I can't deal with the bathroom anymore, I can get it respectable in 15 minutes.

Eek, lisah! I hope it is all OK.

You guys, the reason I hate being at work on Friday afternoons is that I can't wait to get home and watch TV. So many shows to catch up on!

Phew! Friend called and they were just having a drill! Media freaking out prematurely.

Aaaaarrrggghhhhh. We need a new well.

Wait, what? What happens to wells to necessitate replacement?

Wait, what? What happens to wells to necessitate replacement?

There are different types of wells. Our residential point well is a 1 1/4 in. sand point that was drilled 35 feet down. They install a screen at the bottom to keep out impurities from the ground. Over time, mineral deposits build up and the well stops performing at capacity. Add to that, natural fluctuations in the water table, aging of the pumps and you get the need for a new well.

Now we have to get estimates, depending on whether we want a drilled well (larger in diameter) or another point well. Still, going to be $5-8K.

I am the only one on my floor besides my boss today, since it's the Friday before Thanksgiving. I am bored out of my mind and I want to go home!

We are halfway to our destination. Our destination where we were supposed to be yesterday night. We will get there about 7:30pm tonight.

Good news! Monday's return tickets that were erased by the gate attendant yesterday when he rebooked us have been restored and we can do this again soon.

My boss popped into my office with and hour and fifteen minutes left to go in the day to say I could sneak out! And then someone emailed me with an urgent question that has to be answered. But I will get out a little early at least.

Sometimes I think the only control we have over our lives is what stories we tell ourselves

I wouldn't say it's the only control, but the stories we tell have enormous power over us.

Speaking of, had an interesting parenting challenge yesterday. One of Isaac's play mates lied to another child (younger than the my son and his friend) that Isaac had threatened him, and at first the boy believed it. Isaac was super upset, so I suggested he speak to the younger boy and let him know it was a lie. Turns out what the first kid told him was that Isaac said he'd "pull down his pants and sit on him and stick his wiener in his face." OMFG are you serious?!? Isaac's eyes nearly popped out of his face when he heard that. Mine did too. And I knew it was a lie because Isaac doesn't talk like that. Shit.

So Isaac and the younger boy worked it out (I think), and I called the other boy's mom to let her know. I find that an oddly sexual taunt coming from such a young kid.