Hey Sophia, I will also suggest pacing yourself to some degree, because this is likely to be a long-term project. I know you've seen this, but: [link]
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, man Jesse. That is so real.
I mean, right? Allie knows what's up
Laura is giving me leaf peeper envy. California is brown and dry and everyone is afraid of more fires.
Internet Forever!!!
Katie, we were talking about that last night as we enjoyed a bonfire. We've had plenty of rain and keep the hose close by in case of a stray ember. But we were discussing the areas where having a fire in the backyard is out of the question.
I was going to gt a flu shot today, but my shoes are not comfortable, so now I don't feel like going for the walk! Booo.
Hilariously, after trying to set up one (1) date with one (1) annoying guy, my mother is giving up on internet dating!
I hear ya, sister!
It seems like I have finally gotten some ducks in some rows on getting my house back in order. Next step, guys are coming tomorrow morning to pack everything out of the living room, kitchen, and dining area so asbestos abatement can do their thing. I don't know why (except the classics, avoidance & denial), I kept thinking, "They'll handle everything!" and I'd just have to shift and rearrange a few things I want kept back or out of the way. But last night I was looking around at HOW VERY MUCH STUFF I want to have dealt with before the packers come, and I'm a little overwhelmed. Not enough to melt down and just choose not to deal - that's not an option. But I am frantically texting all my local friends in the hopes of getting a spare body or two in to help me deal with SERIOUSLY SO MUCH STUFF.
The phrase "[blank] ALL THE THINGS!" is a golden gift to all of us, and we should appreciate it more.
I am feeling the weight of ALL THE THINGS lately. My Destination Imagination team is a hot mess this year. There are two kids who can't stop shouting and roughhousing and one who bursts into tears whenever their ideas aren't immediately picked up (but also doesn't, like, TELL anyone else that they have an idea, so???) And all the other parents are either former teachers or psychologists, so I'm basically the least qualified out of anyone to be the team manager but nobody else volunteered. So YEAH. FUN TIMES.
So today I spent wrestling my resume in order to apply to this job that I think I might really want, and now I have to do a cover letter, which is apparently much more complicated than it used to be, lo these many years ago.
I'd like to go take a walk but it's raining really hard.