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This N’ That

I promised SuZan that I’d post today and I told her I’d add pictures since I’ve finally unpacked the box with my camera’s docking station. Well, I’m posting, and, yeah, the picture thing…..well, have you ever started something like say, organizing your desk, then that lead to organizing something else, and so on and so forth? That’s more or less what happened. Suddenly it was midnight! So for picture purposes, I’ll add this just cause I told SuZan I’d add a picture:

Mmmmmmm, doesn’t that just make you thirsty? I can taste them now! Maybe I’ll have to make a pitcher……… or three this weekend!

On to other things. I’ve had a situation at work. Other than the dumb ass who put everyone on her blocked senders list then couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t getting emails, there is another situation that I’m kind of in the middle of. See, there are two partners at the firm I work for. Because of the job that I do, I answer to both of them. I try to keep both of them informed of everything they need to know. One partner is not approachable at all. He’s a grump. He eats children and dogs I think. The other partner is closer in age to me, we have kids in the same age range, and he is very approachable. We’ve been undergoing a few changes in the office. I talk with partner #2…a lot…because he will tell me if I’m full of shit or if the situation actually needs to be brought to the attention of #1. The other day #1 was on the phone and something came up. #2 was available so I was explaining to him the situation and was about to email #1 with the same information. #1 I swear straddled his desk and hollered for me to come in the office. He then asked why I go to #2 with office issues as he, #1, runs this office, period, the end. I’m not to go to #2 with anything. So, do I tell #2 what #1 said, or keep it to myself? I’m thinking I should share this information. Apparently there are underlying issues, but because of my position, I’m now in the middle. Argh!

On the home front, all though things are settling down I am still considering putting my teenagers up for sale. When things are good, they’re great! When they’re bad…..Just when I think I’ve got them figured out, they change their minds! We are now hitting homecoming season. My daughter stresses….about EVERYTHING. She knocked on my door, at midnight, while my husband was getting….friendly. Of course I think it’s an emergency and throw on a robe to see what’s wrong. In the hall the following conversation occurred:

J: I need $17 for a homecoming shirt tomorrow.

Me: Blank stare

J: Don’t forget

Me: Processing information as to why I’m standing in the hall at midnight having this conversation and trying to decide if now is the time to get into the “so get $17 out of your savings account and buy it” conversation.

J: “And can you make an appointment from my hair. And we’re getting a party bus. And what about tips for my nails and a pedicure? And when can we go shopping for a dress?”

Me: Still wondering why I’m standing in the hall at midnight having this conversation. Finally I say, “We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

I’m still not sure why she thinks all of this expense should fall on me. Sure she’s not working, yet, but she does have a savings account. I haven’t given her an answer on any of this. She is a great kid, for the most part. No drugs or drinking; straight A’s; great conduct (at school); does a lot for me. Suggestions?

Shit. Guess I must get busy at work.



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  1. * Kami says:

    Kids are such great joy.

    I don’t know. I still pay for everything. 😉

    | Reply Posted 11 years, 9 months ago
  2. * Candy says:

    Work thing, I dunno…

    Dude, it’s MIDNIGHT. I’d have lost it. LOL. You did good… my kids aren’t allowed to grow up.

    And now I want a margarita.

    | Reply Posted 11 years, 9 months ago
  3. * Carrie says:

    I sort of have that same thing at work with all my different bosses. However, I tell Tom everything. 🙂

    Hee-hee, I remember the DRAMA of Homecoming. My parents always paid for everything – within reason of course, but I didn’t have a savings account or allowance, which if I did, I would have had to use. Good Luck. 🙂

    | Reply Posted 11 years, 9 months ago
  4. * The Kept Woman says:

    I’m totally not there with the teens yet and homecoming was NOT nearly as expensive when I went, but I’d set a budget for what you’re willing to pay and tell her up front in the beginnine (i.e. if it’s $200 and you pay for the $17 shirt, she now has $183…make her keep a ledger). If she chooses to go over, she’ll pay the difference or learn to make sacrifices to make her money go further.

    Does this sound awful? This is along the lines of how my parents raised me regarding money and I will say that even today with my current finances…it worked.

    | Reply Posted 11 years, 9 months ago
  5. * The Kept Woman says:

    I know, I know…I’m such a buzzkill…

    | Reply Posted 11 years, 9 months ago
  6. * The Kept Woman says:

    Dammit…and I forgot to say that I really, really want some of the chocolate ice cream in the first picture!

    | Reply Posted 11 years, 9 months ago
  7. * Shell says:

    I agree with TKW. My parents gave me an allowance (very very small I might add) but for special occasions like that they did give me extra money but it was a set amount and I had to decide what was most important to pay money for.

    | Reply Posted 11 years, 9 months ago
  8. * Shell says:

    But you could have ended that conversation a lot earlier by telling her that she disturbed you and her father gettin’ busy. That would have grossed her out. Maybe you wouldn’t have had to hand over the bucks for a couple of days.


    | Reply Posted 11 years, 9 months ago
  9. * aka_Meritt says:

    LOL… out of sympathy, not AT you, but WITH you.

    | Reply Posted 11 years, 9 months ago

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