Would like to be Dorothy Zbornak when I grow up.
Mostly musing about toddlers & life.
See @CaffeinationD to pick up where the design discussion left off.
Hey @lyft ... I forgot to tip my driver last week... is there any way I can retroactively do that? He was so nice and courteous, and I just never went back and finished the order and it closed out before I could.
@EpsonAmerica hi! π can you help? Point us in the right direction of a wholesaler? Reseller? Grants? Scholarships? A money tree? A unicorn? A patron Saint? A magical lepricon? A fairy godmother? The mafia? Anything? Hi!!!!!
.@EpsonAmerica please help... the teachers at my kids school in @ChiPubSchools are buying printers for their classrooms out of their own pockets. Theres 1 dinosaur copier in the main office, but they have to wait a week for their prints, and are only allowed 100 pages per MONTH.
But if we don't do this, teachers will continue to buy their own equipment that they need to do their jobs from their own paychecks. Can you imagine showing up to work and being told your office just doesn't have paper. Or ink? Or a printer? Or how about a door? Or a roof?
Trying to explain to the 7yo today that we think Jesus was a really great guy, but he wasn't magic. He was like MLK or Ghandi.
He said "well I think he's magic and I think he was the son of Zeus!".
Fair. I'll take it. #exactly
The funniest barely-English junk email I've gotten:
"I might want to know whether you can handle my organization's project for a logo and booklet. If so, respond sympathetically in order to pick up on any further nuances. Best wishes, Carly Baldwin."
Sympathetically, indeed.
Every so often an unexpected feeling of nostalgia for the Bay Area hits me out of no where.
It's a valid feeling. It just always catches me off guard.
Today is that day.
It's all smoke and mirrors. Place your bets on something else. How much time you have is the one and only true unknown. It was never a promise, only a sweet imaginary gift.
I really shouldn't listen to my indigo girls pandora station when I'm processing really sad news about a college classmate.... or maybe that's perfect.
Existential melancholy begs for acoustic guitar and folk music.
We walk through this planet like long years are a promise. We're shocked when we are robbed. Feel betrayed by time. Scorned. He had small kids, a business, a wife!
Turns out the 4yo is a Republic*n.
Stating yesterday I wasn't as good as the rest of the family because I don't have a penis... and this morning he tantrum-yelled "Stupid GIRL!"
I think tonight he won't let me have a say in what's for dinner but then force me to bake it for him.
The woman in front of me in line:
"I'd like an extra large decaf with skim milk and sweet n low"
...and I have never heard more useless, meaningless, words in my life.
Like any good architect, I've masterminded a great idea for my bathroom, tore it apart, pulled out power tools, started the project, and realized... I'm definitely an ideaman.