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I think I may be just a tad hormonal. My first clue? An email from the bank telling me I was overdrawn but that they'd waived the fee and had already transferred money from another account so all was fine. How did I react to this news? I burst into tears, that's how. I need to warn the cats that I may be doing a lot of yelling at them for the next day or so. Of course it doesn't help that it's only 11 degrees here, so of course mom decides that today is the day she wants me to teach her how to fill up with gas by herself. Brrrr!
She knows how, but she has chosen for years to pay more so someone else can fill it for her. Now she's considering going down to Salina for a friend's 70th wedding anniversary party next weekend. She wants to prove that she can still go on her own and she knows she can't make it there and back on one tank of gas. I have to admit I'm rather torn. On the one hand I want her to be as independent as possible. Plus I *really* don't want to go with her. Can you say boring? On the other hand she's 83 and if she goes and has any kind of problem she's on her own. Sure, she has friends who could help her out, but I know her pride would get in the way of asking. Although I'm pretty sure if she goes she'll be fine.
I'm having fun reading Twitter, although I'm finding a bunch of random people that I don't know and don't seem to have anything in common with have chosen to follow me. Is that normal? I can't imagine anyone beyond my little fannish corner of the internets being interested in little ol' me. *g*
I need to go take a shower. I exercised earlier and I'm sitting here typing away wondering what that funky odor was...and it's me! Of course, I worked out really hard today and went up in weight on a few things, which means I probably won't be able to lift my arms tomorrow. *g*
She knows how, but she has chosen for years to pay more so someone else can fill it for her. Now she's considering going down to Salina for a friend's 70th wedding anniversary party next weekend. She wants to prove that she can still go on her own and she knows she can't make it there and back on one tank of gas. I have to admit I'm rather torn. On the one hand I want her to be as independent as possible. Plus I *really* don't want to go with her. Can you say boring? On the other hand she's 83 and if she goes and has any kind of problem she's on her own. Sure, she has friends who could help her out, but I know her pride would get in the way of asking. Although I'm pretty sure if she goes she'll be fine.
I'm having fun reading Twitter, although I'm finding a bunch of random people that I don't know and don't seem to have anything in common with have chosen to follow me. Is that normal? I can't imagine anyone beyond my little fannish corner of the internets being interested in little ol' me. *g*
I need to go take a shower. I exercised earlier and I'm sitting here typing away wondering what that funky odor was...and it's me! Of course, I worked out really hard today and went up in weight on a few things, which means I probably won't be able to lift my arms tomorrow. *g*