Not done yet!
I'm still ill from my virus. Immodium and Phenegran are keeping me a member of functioning society. I'm supposed to leave on ANOTHER road trip tomorrow.
Sigh.
I'm still ill from my virus. Immodium and Phenegran are keeping me a member of functioning society. I'm supposed to leave on ANOTHER road trip tomorrow.
I've not had good luck getting myself back to Tampa in my travels this fall. It seems like someone's trying to send me a message - do not return there! As referenced below, we had driven up to to The Farm, which is a 6 hour drive away, for the Thanksgiving break.
We have to CALL to get an appointment to see The REAL Santa Claus now. We had to sit with our phones and constantly redial beginning at noon. I knew there was nothing but futility to be gained here. Mr. Mac knew. Mom knew. Yet, all three of us sat around and began dialing furiously at 10:55 today to get our coveted appointment with The REAL Santa Claus.
And we came across a stranded calf. 4 adults (Mom, Dad, Mr. Mac and me) as well as 2 kids (Miss Baby and Miss M) on the cart. We took out across one of the cow pastures to see what we could see, and I spotted a stranded calf over at the edge of the pasture. He had gotten out of the fence, and when the herd moved on, he was left behind. No doubt, his mom had left him behind out of youthful exuberance. Or because she couldn't figure out how to get him back over the fence. Anyway, he was stranded. So Dad and I cornered him and caught him, and then we all - now 4 adults, 2 kids and a calf, piled onto the golf cart.
I'm so sick and tired of doing things that I do to keep from dealing with any level of confrontation with those People I Just Can't Stand.
I did something stupid a few weeks ago. I told Miss M about plans we made to go see The REAL Santa Claus at Phipps Plaza in Atlanta. I use the term REAL because that's what my sister and I were told as kids - and mom took us many times to see The REAL Santa Claus. And he certainly did deliver.
Right now, Mr. Mac and I are at a significant crossroads. Of course, our entire life is up in the air right now, because Mr. Mac has no clue where he'll be attending law school. At the end of the day, though, it appears that Florida is very likely to accept, and Georgia is a good chance as well. Florida State is the most logical backup in that it's the highest rated of the "safeties" to which Rob applied.
This column on working moms and salary and discrimination. I cannot emphasize enough some of the truths here. The discrimination is palpable, and it's real. And it ticks me off.