ImpishSeraph
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Day. Humans.
The plumbers loaded their stuff into my new semi trailer storage thingie. There was a whiff of stale. His helper said he couldn't do it. The smell reminded him of how he got here, stuffed in one of those things with 70 of his closest strangers. Smells make for powerful memories.
The nice resident in 201 told me she moved here to be near her only son and his two kids. Sonny spanked one of his kids. She took him to task for it, reminding him that she had never spanked him, not once. She hasn't been allowed to speak to any of them since last October 3.
My landlady for the week keeps wanting to know if I need anything. Treated a bit more like a sensible adult would be nice. At least I'm not answering, "fuck you."
I may be over people for the day . . . .

I ended up getting a 100% on my paper with a great review!Make sure you get your certificate and not some damned Self Esteem award.
Just sayin' . . . .
Woot woot!!I ended up getting a 100% on my paper with a great review!![]()
Sounds like quite a day.Day. Humans.
The plumbers loaded their stuff into my new semi trailer storage thingie. There was a whiff of stale. His helper said he couldn't do it. The smell reminded him of how he got here, stuffed in one of those things with 70 of his closest strangers. Smells make for powerful memories.
The nice resident in 201 told me she moved here to be near her only son and his two kids. Sonny spanked one of his kids. She took him to task for it, reminding him that she had never spanked him, not once. She hasn't been allowed to speak to any of them since last October 3.
My landlady for the week keeps wanting to know if I need anything. Treated a bit more like a sensible adult would be nice. At least I'm not answering, "fuck you."
I may be over people for the day . . . .
To be clear, I'm not hearting the atrocities of man.Day. Humans.
The plumbers loaded their stuff into my new semi trailer storage thingie. There was a whiff of stale. His helper said he couldn't do it. The smell reminded him of how he got here, stuffed in one of those things with 70 of his closest strangers. Smells make for powerful memories.
The nice resident in 201 told me she moved here to be near her only son and his two kids. Sonny spanked one of his kids. She took him to task for it, reminding him that she had never spanked him, not once. She hasn't been allowed to speak to any of them since last October 3.
My landlady for the week keeps wanting to know if I need anything. Treated a bit more like a sensible adult would be nice. At least I'm not answering, "fuck you."
I may be over people for the day . . . .
Sounds like a great day!Plan for the day: drink coffee, walk the mall in the morning and park this afternoon, find a new PCP, meet son for dinner, run errands and enjoy the 60+ day!
She’s a great lady. Smart as the day is long. Intuitive.You really have a great boss. Have a nice day ahead, dear. Take care
Glad it’s going well!Nursing duty is coming along fine. Have helped w a couple of showers now but she hasn’t let me wash her hair yet. She gets her check up on Thursday, so I bet I get some beauty salon training manåna. Wonder if I can pass the test?
That sounds like good healthy parenting, if ya ask me.We're trying to instill some of that type of perspective into our children. It's a hard thing to teach when you don't live like that.
We're not poor, so they've never gone hungry and always had a warm comfortable place to sleep. We tried to make them earn for themselves, encouraged them to work, taught what savings are for. Even when we've had 'tough times' there has always been plenty. My fear is those lessons won't instill the same perspective my grandparents had.
It appears they understand the value of an education and are taking that seriously. So, I think some of it sticking.
I hear that!I may be over people for the day
I was somewhat familiar with Shari Lewis and Lamb Chop. Not a fan per se but familiar.I love how you illustrated the Mandela effect! The word "never" never was in the original lyric yet so many of us remember it that way. I was last week years old when I learned this. I even dug out my old cassette just to verify.![]()
I followed that just fineAnd people-y, people. Not necessarily bad. But people-y. Or people dealing with people-y people.
I know what I am trying to say. I just can’t articulate it.
Very eloquent.To be clear, I'm not hearting the atrocities of man.
I'm hearting your acknowledgement of any small semblance of compassion and empathy. I hearting my resonance with your sentiment.
People suck Wat. I'm the first one to grumble it in public. Thankfully we have a choice every day how we respond. You're among friends here.
People have been people-y here too.....Day. Humans.
The plumbers loaded their stuff into my new semi trailer storage thingie. There was a whiff of stale. His helper said he couldn't do it. The smell reminded him of how he got here, stuffed in one of those things with 70 of his closest strangers. Smells make for powerful memories.
The nice resident in 201 told me she moved here to be near her only son and his two kids. Sonny spanked one of his kids. She took him to task for it, reminding him that she had never spanked him, not once. She hasn't been allowed to speak to any of them since last October 3.
My landlady for the week keeps wanting to know if I need anything. Treated a bit more like a sensible adult would be nice. At least I'm not answering, "fuck you."
I may be over people for the day . . . .
It's a strange but honest place I find myself in these days. My tolerance of the foolish and the entitled grates thin. I loathe small talk and pleasantry as I find it challenging to talk at all. But broken people: physically, mentally, and emotionally damaged, outcasts....these people I have all the time in the world for. The reality is we don't get to choose who we encounter and then the challenge begins. Do I match energy or choose a different response. Note, I don't pretend to be always successful lolVery eloquent.
And relevant - I've had discussions recently with at least 2 people (maybe 3?) about choosing how to respond.
While not always an easy choice, it can be an empowering one and one that helps pave the road to (internal) happiness IMO.
Your dad sounds like an awesome man!My dad did the cornbread and milk thing too, as dessert.
When I say say he grew up poor, I mean 6th grade education. His mom died before he was 3. His father used a mule to pull felled trees from the hallows to take to the mill via wagon. On the way home from the mill, they would hunt for dinner. Squirrel and quail with an occasional rabbit. Couldn't afford the time it took to walk to a lake to fish.
My mom scooped him up after he returned from Korea and discovered his girlfriend had dropped him for someone that made it home before he did. He was heartbroken. He had just gotten a letter from her before he started his transport back to the states too.
His dad died shortly after they were married having sold everything to afford the hooch that killed him. Dad never had two pennies to rub together until he didn't anyone to support but his wife and kids.
Smart though. Had to be. He was a success, but that's another story.
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Yes, dear!That's "dear" to you, Little Missie.
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Is orgy part of a belief system???No. They taught me not to believe them.
I don't know that there will be a 3rd!The third one will for certain.
Who needs that kind of negativity?!?Is orgy part of a belief system???![]()
Sometimes the time is worth more than the money!FFS the day aint ending
Did it ever happen to any of you that even a lucrative overtime payment cant motivate you to do overtime?
Workload sucks![]()
Sometimes you just have to take the L!Awww. I had to swallow my pride as a cook when peanut butter and jelly was shouted out.![]()
What were you smoking/eating/drinking before bed, W?I had a dream last night that I was playing @Qky75 in scrabble in St. Louis MO. He was really good at it and I am not. He gave me a layup so not to score too many points on me and changed “live” to lives”
Then I drove a couple hundred miles west to either Springfield or Joplin Missouri. There I was playing someone really good too. I didn’t know who his person was. They changed “lives” to “believes” somehow. I was amazed.
I have no idea what this means.
Now back to your regular programming!![]()