Was It Just Me???
Or did the internet take forever to go anywhere last night??? We rebooted and reset modems and it still just poked along like I was trying to run my 8yr old Gateway on it. Today, it's movin' right along just fine.
Here I sit in my warm, fuzzy robe with my hair up in a towel, drinking a cup of pecan pie coffee. I've got knitting class in an hour and I need to decide what I want my first project to be. I really would like to make something for Henry. He said he didn't care what I made for him. So immediately, my mind comes up with allllll sorts of smart-assed responses (which I keep to myself) and I just suggest a scarf or a hat or something simple that won't make my head explode. I guess the worlds first knitted toy bag will just have to wait. *snark*
And on the Grief Support group front...
It looks like Lori either left the group or was publically shamed into shutting the hell up by another member who called her to the carpet. She had reamed this poor 17 yr old who wrote her privately and offered some great resources for her. She even asked that he be removed from the group for daring to email her privately. How dare he! She got back in response a really long "You are such a bitch" post that said what most of us had been wanting to say but hadn't in the interest of keeping the peace. I think I might just stay there for a while. Especially since there's a new little girl on there who turns 15 next week. She's lost a few close friends and a little boy that she babysat all in a matter of weeks and she's started cutting. Her first post just about broke my heart. And when she wrote about cutting herself, I knew that I needed to stay.
Whoa...how did this become such a serious post? I better go make myself kinda pretty and get my wet hair towel-dried a little before leaving the house. Tonight's the WOOLF meeting and class and Henry is determined to go to both classes. I just wanna hear Mister C's class that he's actually doing for Seb's Place. He was over here last night for a while and he's right. Most straight people in the Life don't have a clue where their lifestyle came from. Maybe he can set some of the bubbas straight.
Here I sit in my warm, fuzzy robe with my hair up in a towel, drinking a cup of pecan pie coffee. I've got knitting class in an hour and I need to decide what I want my first project to be. I really would like to make something for Henry. He said he didn't care what I made for him. So immediately, my mind comes up with allllll sorts of smart-assed responses (which I keep to myself) and I just suggest a scarf or a hat or something simple that won't make my head explode. I guess the worlds first knitted toy bag will just have to wait. *snark*
And on the Grief Support group front...
It looks like Lori either left the group or was publically shamed into shutting the hell up by another member who called her to the carpet. She had reamed this poor 17 yr old who wrote her privately and offered some great resources for her. She even asked that he be removed from the group for daring to email her privately. How dare he! She got back in response a really long "You are such a bitch" post that said what most of us had been wanting to say but hadn't in the interest of keeping the peace. I think I might just stay there for a while. Especially since there's a new little girl on there who turns 15 next week. She's lost a few close friends and a little boy that she babysat all in a matter of weeks and she's started cutting. Her first post just about broke my heart. And when she wrote about cutting herself, I knew that I needed to stay.
Whoa...how did this become such a serious post? I better go make myself kinda pretty and get my wet hair towel-dried a little before leaving the house. Tonight's the WOOLF meeting and class and Henry is determined to go to both classes. I just wanna hear Mister C's class that he's actually doing for Seb's Place. He was over here last night for a while and he's right. Most straight people in the Life don't have a clue where their lifestyle came from. Maybe he can set some of the bubbas straight.