Personal items, info and things that don’t fit into my other blog projects… including the occasional rant.
I spend far too much money on small things. My budget is sinking, one penny at a time.
Got a text message alert from my bank that an account has insufficient funds. Insufficient funds? Not possible.
I logged into my account and checked against my spending list (that I keep on my PDA). It didn’t add up. Until I realized that I had logged an expense under the wrong account.
Very odd. I don’t do things like that. Is it a sign of other things?
Zen Habits has a wonderful post entitled “20 Things I Wish I Had Known When Starting Out in Life” with great info that, approaching my 40th birthday (not this year, but soon) just makes sense to me. The short lit:
Early Harris County voting for primary turnout ‘unprecedented’
– Houston Chronicle2
More than 230,000 people cast ballots in Harris County during the last
11 days, capping an “unprecedented” early voting period for the
Republican and Democratic primaries.[snip]
I’m hopeful that the turnout for the primaries is an indicator to the turnouts we can expect in the next few elections. Let’s hope that the national energy continues.
Footnotes
2 = article may expire in a few weeks.
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In the last week my spectacular weight loss results have slowed down. I know that this is normal, but it’s still frustrating.
Breakfast today was a few pieces of melba toast and decaf coffee. Nothing fun.
Lunch will be sauteed shrimp and broccoli.
Dinner will be something nutritious and tasty (I hope).
I’ve been very good. While I see results every day, being good is easy. If I don’t, cheating becomes a greater reality.
I will be good. I will be an adult. I will exhibit will power. {{chanting}}
Wish me luck.
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I sent my sister a long email trying to address the issues that came up in our argument.
She hasn’t responded to it and she hasn’t brought it up. She also hasn’t allowed her children to spend the night again.
I’ve done my part. It’s not my job to be the person who always gives in. I can’t. Not anymore.
If she wants to settle this, then she has to have a conversation with me about it. That’s all there is to it.
I won’t hold my breath.
I had an argument with my sister today. I’m upset and angry and disappointed and sad and a whole bunch of other feelings I can’t even identify right now.
She has convinced herself that I’m mean to her son. Mostly because I tell him “no,” to behave when he’s being a brat and don’t let him have his way all the time.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my nephew. He’s 8 and can be a darling. He’s also drunk on the power his parents have given him. He knows that if he’s misbehaving so badly that I won’t let him spend the night, that means his sister isn’t allowed to come over either.
How is that fair?
He’s been kicking my walls to illustrate his point that I don’t “listen to him.” Behavior I don’t think can be justified. Behavior that immediately follows a request that he shower or lower the TV volume or something similar.
What’s my sister’s response? “I don’t know what transpired that made him do that.” Which is code for “I don’t know what you did to provoke him.” or “You did something to him, so his behavior is OK.”
And, yes, she tells me that if I don’t want one over, because he’s kicking my walls and yelling at me and won’t listen to me, then I can’t have either. Because that shows that I like one more than the other.
With behavior like that, can you blame me?
My sister is raising her son to believe that even though he’s three years younger than his sister, if she gets to do something so does he. I think she’s wrong, but no one pays attention to me.
I love him. I don’t love his behavior. I love my sister. Right now I don’t like her very much.
I’ll get over it. But right now I want chocolate and alcohol, neither of which I can have.
Sucky. Isn’t there a pill to make family relations easier?