Slices of Life
+ I had a four day old scone this morning that resulted in my becoming sick in the Poughkeepsie Journal bathroom. Or perhaps its the cold I've been battling on and off since Friday morning, the one that left me shivering inside my pea coat whilst eating gyros at Yanni's with my dad. Or perhaps its the stress of recent events.. The body is fickle that way, I can't be sure what I should point my finger at.
+ Friday morning I received a phone call from my mom informing me that my brother had crashed the family quad into a tree at midnight the night before. Why anyone would think it's a good idea to drive an ATV down wooden paths in the pitch black is beyond me but we are talking about a relatively immature seventeen year old.
However, it gets better for this story also includes a relatively immature forty-nine year old, namely my father. I love my father to bits but not only did he give my brother the green light for his venture but then didn't insist on taking him to the hospital, even when his knee swelled up to the size of a softball and he presented symptoms of a concussion.
Thankfully, my brother is fine now. Reason finally prevailed and my mom took my brother to a doctor, albeit 24 hours after the fact. Now sometime this week he needs to consult a specialist who's name I forget in order to decide what best way to treat his fractured tibia.
All I know is its a good thing the boy has insurance, considering how often he's damaged himself this year alone.
+ Placebo Wednesday! After that, however, I really must refrain from spending money for quite awhile. Between the $20+ I spend on gas for my internship in a week and dining out more often then ever, my money is slipping through my fingers swifter than I would like. And I'm sadly still not making any to keep up with the exodus.
Fingers, toes, eyes and legs are all crossed as far as getting a job at the Pojo is concerned.
+ Goal: Before this year is through, I'm traveling somewhere. Perhaps to New Orleans or California to visit Sofie, who I tragically haven't seen since she graduated. I'd love to go abroad but perhaps that should be saved for when there's a bit more moolah bubbling in the bank account.
+ I'm wondering if I should ask my parents for dinner at Jekyll & Hyde's with friends or money for a new digital camera for graduation. They've heavily hinted that they want to do something to mark the occasion, partially since we were too strapped for cash to do much when I finished high school, but I still feel so weird asking for anything since it's not really as if we're on par with the Rockefellers presently.
I shall have to ponder further what would be the most reasonable use of money, if I take them up on anything
+ Friday morning I received a phone call from my mom informing me that my brother had crashed the family quad into a tree at midnight the night before. Why anyone would think it's a good idea to drive an ATV down wooden paths in the pitch black is beyond me but we are talking about a relatively immature seventeen year old.
However, it gets better for this story also includes a relatively immature forty-nine year old, namely my father. I love my father to bits but not only did he give my brother the green light for his venture but then didn't insist on taking him to the hospital, even when his knee swelled up to the size of a softball and he presented symptoms of a concussion.
Thankfully, my brother is fine now. Reason finally prevailed and my mom took my brother to a doctor, albeit 24 hours after the fact. Now sometime this week he needs to consult a specialist who's name I forget in order to decide what best way to treat his fractured tibia.
All I know is its a good thing the boy has insurance, considering how often he's damaged himself this year alone.
+ Placebo Wednesday! After that, however, I really must refrain from spending money for quite awhile. Between the $20+ I spend on gas for my internship in a week and dining out more often then ever, my money is slipping through my fingers swifter than I would like. And I'm sadly still not making any to keep up with the exodus.
Fingers, toes, eyes and legs are all crossed as far as getting a job at the Pojo is concerned.
+ Goal: Before this year is through, I'm traveling somewhere. Perhaps to New Orleans or California to visit Sofie, who I tragically haven't seen since she graduated. I'd love to go abroad but perhaps that should be saved for when there's a bit more moolah bubbling in the bank account.
+ I'm wondering if I should ask my parents for dinner at Jekyll & Hyde's with friends or money for a new digital camera for graduation. They've heavily hinted that they want to do something to mark the occasion, partially since we were too strapped for cash to do much when I finished high school, but I still feel so weird asking for anything since it's not really as if we're on par with the Rockefellers presently.
I shall have to ponder further what would be the most reasonable use of money, if I take them up on anything