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Spent some time on aim with my mom, and she caught me up with some of the rest of the family. My one aunt loved to tell my mom all about how she was screwing up with me as a teenager. When she visited while I was 16, she discovered that I drank - and my mom knew about it since the rules were that I couldn't leave the house afterwards and I wasn't to hide it. She proceeded to tell my mom how she was raising me to be a drug addicted, alcoholic, unwed teenage mother living on welfare. Then when I was 18 and enlisted, she took every opportunity to state the opinion that the only women in the military are lesbians and sluts. Or maybe it was slutty lesbians - to be honest I wasn't really paying attention by that point. So, the paragons of virtue that this woman must have raised in all of her superiour childrearing wisdom? As follows:
- Oldest spent time in federal prison for armed bank robbery.
- Second eldest was arrested for arson. Also, has not been seen by my mom since my aunts funeral, not even to pick up her mother's remains.
* her child is still in prison for kidnapping and armed robbery
- Youngest was just arrested for his second offense of breaking and entering to support his drug habit.
* one of his kids was just sent back to jail on parole violation from his previous conviction of helping his aforementioned cousin with the armed robbery.
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Gizmo has been playing quite happily with the catnip mouse for some time now. She tosses this toy, which is almost the size of her head, and then chases it down and does it again. The real fun comes when she tosses it somewhere were she has to dig to get to it. Bwa ha ha. Mari - the kitties love you for the kittie crack, even months later. *grin*
Talked to Mom yesterday on aim. She kinda took me by surprise, talking about possibly moving to California where my aunt lives when she retired. What, what, what?!?! Uhm, No. That's when she is supposed to move to Oregon, right? Seems like when I was making all these plans (example, okay, townhouse, small second bedroom on the third floor, but hey! should be relatively easy to remodel the garage into a nice sized and private studio/suite!) for her retirement, I forgot one simple thing. Telling Mom about them. D'oh! Luckily, she took my planning out her future in stride and swore to consider moving here with me.
I hate when headlines try to scare me. Taking vitamins will increase my chance of dying 5%? Uh, I really don't think so. NOTHING will increase my chance of dying. It is already at 100% you idiots. Things will affect what my lifespan is, but you cannot increase something that is already absolute. Now, take your little scare tactics and go to the playground - kids are usually gullible and should give you the reaction that you are looking for.
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All that you are doing is extending their childhood indefinately - for you and them. To the rest of the world they are adults and treated as such. But, thanks to your stellar parenting, they have no idea how to handle themselves as such. Ranting at professors, employers or even the police(!) that your 20 year old is just a kid and shouldn't be held to the standards is only going to make you and your child look like complete idiots. And it only gets worse as they get older.
No. I will not break federal regulations because your 30 year old son is appearantly too immature to deal with the real world. Yes, your offspring are going to be held to the same rules as everyone else. No, they are not a precious and unique snowflake.
Parents - you can still be supportive of your children without hovering over them 24/7.
I was 19 when I had to set up a household of my own in town, and all I had with me was what I could take on an airplane - mostly uniforms. Yes, it was hard. Yes, there were times that I was rolling coins. I can think of at least three separate occasions that my mom sent me a check to help make it through until the next pay period. I didn't ever actually use any of the checks - I called her up as soon as I was paid and told her I was destroying the check and put it back in her register. But, let me tell you this: just knowing that if it came right down to it, I had an extra $50 - $100 that I could lay my hands one was a huge help.
When I got out of the military, I was completely at loose ends. I probably still am to a certain extent - it's a major transition that you don't really realize until you go through it. This was not helped by the fact that I was without medical coverage to get my medication. Yeah, looking at it now I can see that it was not the best time for me. Mom's response? "I can almost guarentee what your answer will be, but remember that if you ever need a place to stay or recoup, I'm here for you."
I will always be my mom's little girl. Always. And she will always be there for me when I need her. We are family. But, she recognized that to myself and the rest of the world, I am a 32 year old woman.
Supportive =/= smothering.
Okay - this ended up rambling and disjointed. I just had to get out some of the new appreciation that I have for my mom, and other parents in my family and the way that they deal with their childres versus some of what I see and hear on a daily basis.
Mom, I love you!
And, Lilith? The girls love you and know that you are there for them, too.
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What?
What the hell kind of rock have you been living under? And how soon can we send you back - hopefully with a lifetime supply of Depo?
I can understand maybe not knowing about the RMS Empress of Ireland, or the Toya Maru unless you are a maritime buff. But to not know that the Titanic sank? To make it to middle age without knowing this fact? That smacks of deliberate ignorance.
Stupid should hurt more.
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Okay, okay - I'll finally take one of the quizzes you keep posting about. I'll even try to put up the results. If my computer blows up I'm going to blame you, Lil.
You scored as Ecclectic Pagan. A veritable blend of all the pantheons and perhaps a dash of a few other religions as well, you're the versitile Ecclectic Pagan. You have no problem wearing an ankh while setting an offering to Herne on your alter just below your image of Hera. You don't believe in coloring within the lines, and are a bright free-thinker. While you respect the views of your fellow pagans, as far as you're concerned, religion is the sky, and there's no one about to clip your wings with lines and limitations.
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What kind of Pagan are you?
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Okay - I know that being told that I have a medical appointment that may run over into work hours by an hour is annoying. But for crying out loud, do NOT act like you can guilt me into either moving it or canceling it. It is an appointment that was set up by the auto scheduling at the VA. Not a lot that I can do about it unless I want to wait weeks and weeks to find one that is convenient for you.
Uh, no.
Yes, I know that my last appointment there ended up running almost the entire day. It was for my initial visit. I had an initial interview with the NP to go over my medical history and problems, lab and blood work, and EKG, a second consultation with the NP and a trip to the pharmacy. There was a lot to be done, and unfortunately it takes time. Suck it up. My girlie appointment is at 1030, and work isn't until 1200 that day. I should be in by 1300 at the latest. Considering that it is complete full coverage for all medical - including prescriptions - at no cost to me (or you), I'm not going to bitch at them about it.
Of course, this is the same call center job that mentioned that I need to wear hose with skirts. Uh, my skirt is one one that I have to be careful not to step one because of the length. You could see approximately one inch of flesh on each foot. Oooohhhh. My bad. What the hell was I thinking not wearing pantyhose to a call center in Oregon when my skirt was only ankle length?
I was at the VA hopital yesterday making a trip to the acute care. The VA does things a little differently than regular hospitals from what I've seen. By the time that I got taken care of and sent over to the pharmacy, it was nearing 5:00. The drop off window closes at 5:30, however the staff stays until everyone that is in the pharmacy's lobby has their meds before they close the pickup windows. Okay, no problem - we were told that the absolute latest that we would all be out of there was 6:30, but given the volume they suspected it would be closer to 6. And that was for every single person to get their meds and be done.
Sure enough, at 5:30 the drop off window made a final announcement that it was closing and asked if there was anyone in the lobby that had not already dropped off their scripts. After getting the negative response, the window was closed. We were then asked to come up to the pick up window and give them our names so that they knew exactly who was physically waiting and could put those above other fills (phone refills, computer fills, etc.) Everyone does so and settles back into their seats, or takes up their pacing where they left off. Seems simple, eh?
Sure enough, there always has to be one. Not five minutes later, a
little old man was up at the pickup window getting his stuff, when a
guy goes storming up to demand how much longer they were going to make
him wait. When asked to return to his seat so that they could finish
helping the person already at
the window, he proceeds to get loud and aggresive about it. Not the
best choice, since pretty much everything on the first floor is closed
and, hey! security is now curious about the yelling. He then proceeds
to scream at the girl in the pickup window about how ridiculous this is
and thanks for nothing!! 
Then he proceeds to storm out - picking up a patrolling security man along the way.
Dude. Seriously. It sounds like you really need those medications and should have waited the extra five minutes to get them.
Come on. Yes, the wait is a bit longer. But they have a huge volume of prescriptions coming in on any give day. And bonus! They are right there. No having to go to a drug store where you still have a wait and only one or two chairs plus a commute to get there. You go right from the doctor to the pharmacy and have a private lobby area for waiting. Trust me, the wait is worth it. Especially considering that I'm uninsured, and the same trip would have cost me well over a couple of hundred dollars to go a regular acute care and pharmacy and probably taken just as long or longer.
Oh my gods. I forgot what it was like to stand for eight hours. I think that if they could get away with it, my feet would have me killed and thrown in the river. But, I do have good news. The new Bearistas are in - and one of them is dressed in purple! *Ahem*
Well, the second shift is over. I did the training on the register in the back, and was put on a real register for the last 30-45 of my shift. I had 7% voids and you're supposed to stay under 6%, but I'm still under the newbie umbrella. The supervisors seems pleased, which is really the main thing other than getting the customers dealt with.
The only thing that kinda annoyed me about the customers this evening is that the high school's are having a four day weekend. This means that there was a high number of teenagers crowded twelve deep around a six seat table. They didn't actively cause any trouble, just a lot of congestion since they were directly in front of one of the condiment stands. Add to that the fact that there were 3-4 people working on just getting the store turned over for the holiday theme in addition to the ones working the counter and it was b-u-s-y in there!
I stopped off at Andrea's on my way home to make sure that she wasn't upset. She had stopped in while I was in the back doing my training. I came out to see her, but didn't have time to visit or anything. Good kid. She's got her own job, so she understood that between the crowds and training it wasn't the best time, and I wasn't trying to brush her off. Damn, but she turned out good. Nobody can say anything about those girls. Well, unless they want a boot up their ass.
