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I got a fair amount of stuff accomplished last night, mostly of the clerical variety. Bills got paid, paperwork got filed, accounts got balanced. Well, one account became balanced anyhow. The other has some problems, apparently not of my making. What is it with banks and me anyhow? Sooner or later I always seem to…
This one I found this morning in sobriquet’s diary. She said that she, in turn, found it in HQ magazine. I hate to admit this, but I am unfamiliar with HQ magazine. I know GQ, and I’ve heard of IQ’s, but HQ is something I’ll have to look up later. What is the first thing…
So Curmudgeon asks, âWas she skiing?â Not bloody likely. I regard ski poles the same way I regard crutches or chopsticks â unmanageable, and more likely to harm me than playing with matches while soaked in gasoline. I hurt myself at work with a good olâ slip-and-fall. I spend the majority of time at work…
I meant to work this into today’s entry somehow. I ran across a marvelous quotation this morning. A Truth that’s told with bad intent Beats all the Lies you can invent. -William Blake I just wanted to note it so I’d remember.
I got an emergency call from the cat shelter last night. A cat we had just taken to the pet supply store that displays some of our cats for adoption was vomiting pink fluid. I got the call too late to get to the store before it closed, but I was there first thing this…
The board I co-administer has one person on it who is very intelligent, articulate, funny, caring, active socially and politically, and who can push my buttons faster than Weird Al Yankowitz can push the buttons on an accordion. He believes the US should be negotiating with Afghan, and that the answer to America’s problems is…
I’ve sat here trying to think of a good comment, but what really comes to mind is "ouch." I feel the pain in your entry. I think this is a rollercoaster that we (those who keep online diaries) all ride. We put our words, feelings and hearts out there for everyone to see and sometimes we feel more vulnerable and exposed.
~QE
I dont know what to say…
Firstly, let me say I am at present reading your diary backward, so this comment is being made AFTER the ones on the more recent entry.
I echo the "ouch" above 🙁 I too hear you.
Not sure what this is all about, none of my business…except to say I care. Believe it or not.
You are a Latin scholar and will recognize this as bastardized Latin ;), but here goes: Illigitimi non carborundant.
Like the Elf, I too have read my way back to this point. I am also very sorry for whatever some jerk left in a private comment. L-ord knows, I’ve been there! I know how it sours the taste for online journaling, I’m dealing with a case of the Diarist’s Disease just now myself. I’m hoping to get over it, too. I’m glad I finally decided to pop in and leave a comment to see if you were alright. Yeah, I’m slow. Sue me. Oops, there’s that attitude showing again.
Hugs,
~Cali