(((Emily))) - Sorry to hear about your uncle.
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(((Emily))) - Sorry to hear about your uncle.
Thanks for the concern, Beth and Roxy.
I set up a folder to route her email into, so at least it's not pinging my phone any longer. Part of why I was so disturbed was that she dug around online enough to unearth an email address that I only use for one very specific purpose (communication with recruiters), and it's not an address that I've given to any of my friends. To get this one, she would have had to do some pretty deep Google searching. (She continued sending me emails after the ones that prompted me to post here. 14 total so far, though nothing since yesterday morning, so maybe she's given up since I refuse to engage.)
I have told my ex, and apparently he's been getting a barrage of emails from her as well. He's cut off communication, now that he realizes she's obsessed in an unhealthy way. And neither one of us is frequenting any of the neighborhoods where he would occasionally meet her for coffee...just in case. I was actually with him reviewing some upcoming project work heading our way when I received her first email. I just didn't know at the time that her initial bizarre communication had anything to with him. We now meet for our working sessions in a neighborhood where neither of us live.
I just don't understand the crazy, obsessive thing. I know women who have done some silly things where men are concerned, but tracking down ex-girlfriends and telling them you want to befriend them? Really?
Thanks Roxy. Actually, my uncle is the second sibling of four in his generation to pass away. My dad was the first, back in 2005. It was a very difficult time on all of us, but it did bring our family closer together. This is the second brother of three, and the one sister. So for the two left, they've lost two brothers now. So sad for them!Quote:
Originally Posted by channlluv
Thanks everyone for your kind thoughts.
Emily, just sending another virtual hug. Even when it is the right thing to do, being given the responsibility to decide to end life support Canberra heart-wrenching.
(((((Emily))))) Thinking of you - such a tough time.
Thanks -- but if I made it sound like I had any part in this decision, I didn't mean to. It was my uncle's wife and son who made the decision together. I am on the sidelines but feeling their pain, and of course the sadness over losing an uncle I loved. :(Quote:
Originally Posted by azfiddle
I understood you were not part of the decision- was just thinking about the big picture.
(((Emily and family)))
Dear ibuprofen:
Can you actually kick so that I can sleep? That would be nice.
Dear blood vessels in my head,
Why today of all days did you decide to freak out? I'm sure you know that when you do, you cause a migraine. I had plans early this morning - really, getting up before dawn to join a group listening for owls is fun. You would have liked morning fresh air. But noooo, you decide to freak out. We don't like migraines. :mad:
Dear rest of body - don't worry, we have nice warm flannel lined jeans to test this afternoon and we'll head down to the beach in the late afternoon for a private bird watching walk. ;)
Feel better soon, Beth!!!
{{{Emily}}} that is hard, sending warm prayers and thoughts your way.
Beth, hope you get to feeling better soon and that you have fun checking out the flannel-lined jeans! I didn't know they made such things.
{{{Emily}}} So sorry. I too am going through a loss. So sorry this has happened to you. I would not want anyone to feel the way I am feeling right now. My thoughts are with you and your family.
Dear ____, really? Everything was fine until you suddenly walk out on me because I got sensitive about you looking at my things? It's not even like I want to hide stuff from you, that's just a conversation with an ex I am still somewhat coolly friendly towards, I'm just very, extremely, sensitive about people looking at things I say and teasing me about it. You've been dating me for this many months and you still don't get that I have weird quirks people misunderstand and think I'm being sneaky, rude or anti-social when I'm really just being extremely shy?
Cripes. What a way to start the new year. Anyone know where I can get a new brain so I'll stop doing things people misinterpret?
Alexis, I'm so sorry you're having relationship troubles. And here's my tough love advice. When our "weird quirks" repeatedly disrupt our relationships, it's arguably time to talk to a professional about them. I wish it was just a matter of finding people who understand and tolerate our issues, but I know from personal experience that that isn't a great long-term solution. So, I would urge you to talk to a therapist and if you already have, keep working at it. Good luck in your journey.
That's very astute advice, Indy.
to whom it may concern.
happy new year!! Let's all hope for a less difficult one.
Yes.
Aim high; let's hope for a really fun, joyous, healthy and uncomplicated one while we're at it!
Thanks for the advice, Indy. I was working with a therapist until late last year when money ran out, now saving up to pay for therapy again, hopefully, this time, money doesn't run out. Despite all the social skills stuff I've learned, some days I feel like this cartoon character who tries to do everything right but screws it all up and everything goes wrong anyway...
I feel that way sometimes, too, Alexis. Maybe many of us do. I'm happy you're making your way back to therapy.
not me. No cartoon character here; Job's wife instead!
Dear Bicycle Goddess/Gods,
Please let me get quicker quicker, I'm new and my DH and friends are being so kind about waiting for my slow arse but I really would like to click my road shoes three times and be able to not slow down the pack as soon as possible, okay? Thanks!
Jenn :p
Mimi, you have the patience of a saint... :)
Jenn, don't worry. Just potter at your own pace and keep riding often. Very soon, you'll find yourself flying on wheels. :)
I am not patient!
Dear Togged Out Biker Chick on your carbon fiber bike,
Seriously you pass within 3 inches of my left shoulder and you don't acknowledge my existence! How rude, you obviously are not a TE reader. It wasn't even so much the lack of a "on your left" or "happy new year" or "hello" as it was the way you stood up in your pedals and looked ahead like a hunting dog pointing out a bird and just totally ignored a fellow bike rider. Good thing we weren't 10 feet further on the road when I would have been ready to start changing lanes to make my left hand turn, I may have knocked you over.
When you click you heels, try saying, "There's no speed like fast; there's no speed like fast..."Quote:
Originally Posted by Propcookie
Sky King, it does irk me when people pass closely and scare the crap out of me because they've given no warning. It's why I always call out when I am the one doing the passing. You don't have to give me a conversation, just let me know you're coming within 2 inches of my left shoulder.
Yesterday, a guy did this to us as we were ambling our way home. He came so close to me, I sort of jumped on my bike. Usually I can "feel" someone approaching, but this time I didn't. I'd say I was going at about 16-17 mph, on a road where even I can get up to 22. There was also a guy on a mtb ahead of us, no helmet, and street clothes, going pretty fast for this type of rider. The fast rider passed us and this guy. So, fast rider turns onto another street, and so does the helmetless guy. I told DH not to turn here, as we can take another way into our neighborhood. As we just turn onto our street and start climbing up the hill, I pull ahead of DH and am making a good effort up the first climb. The fast rider appears out of nowhere, but this time acknowledges my presence. Of course he leaves me in the dust, but I wonder what made him decide I was worthy to talk to then, and not when he passed me earlier. He took the steeper side of the loop, and just when I was turning into my driveway, I saw him descending. No big deal, but I felt like saying, "How would you like to end every ride with this climb?"
Dear Mother-In-Law,
I can't imagine what your going through now and how much courage it's taking to hold together. You waited until after our trip for the Holidays and return to sit us down and tell us of the diagnosis of your breast cancer apparently not wanting to tell us before. I know there is little I can do, but having to leave to drive home only a few hours after this bombshell was hard, but I know it wasn't easy for you either.
Hoping Thursdays surgery goes well.
Shannon
PS.
CANCER *&@$ing SUCKS.
First day of school cured my grump-itis. I am reminded again that if I had not faced the challenges I face in my life, I would never have the same sense of urgency and commitment to work in a field that would help kids be the best they can be despite their own challenges. Thank universe for kicking my ar** back to work...
Dear people in front of me at the bottle recycling spot,
the grumpitis passed to me. You know, the bottle recycling machine is here every time you grocery shop. It's actually built in. You don't have to save up for weeks until you have several huge sacks of bottles, you could just take in a handy little shopping bag full every time you buy groceries. That would save me from breathing fire at your back, and it would save the nice shop people from having to run over and clear the machine because you've clogged it up with half a million bottles, again.
((Roadtrip, Mr. Roadtrip and MIL))
Some jerk on a tri bike did that to me early on in my riding career. I think I nearly fell over. :mad:]Quote:
Originally Posted by Sky King
Dear cold:
I'd appreciate it if you'd hurry up and leave. And no detours through my chest or sinuses, please.
Dear male Facebook friends,
I really don't want to know what minor medical procedure you did or did not get done in your nether regions, no matter how cutely worded it is. TMI guys!
Dear Specialized Ruby (in my size!) parked at my LBS,
Stop being a temptress!
~Limewave
Buy... The... Ruby ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by limewave
At least then you won't be tempted. Hehehehe
I would but DH is all like "we need to replace the 60 year old windows. We need new siding so the house and garage can finally match. blah. blah. blah."Quote:
Originally Posted by Roadtrip
We did get a quote for a 16 x 22' addition. New master bedroom. Nope. Room for the kids so they can have a space larger than a closetless shoe box. Nope. Its going to be a room just for the bikes. With a double-door entrance for plenty of roll-in room.
Thanks for the chuckle. DBF and I have joked that that's the sort of thing we'd do. A library space (with storage space for my yarn stash), and a room for bikes. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by limewave
Dear advisor:
I know that at least some of this is out of your control, but can we get the ball rolling? Point me in the direction of things to read? I'm the student--I'm not supposed to know everything about this!
Ditto for my cold too! :mad: Tired of being up all night coughing (and keeping DH up too). He's getting cranky, and so am I.Quote:
Originally Posted by Owlie
Dear Throat,
I refuse to acknowledge that you have a tickle. I have plans this weekend and they involve a resort hotel and a massage, you are not allowed to progress into anything. Anything! Your hear?
Dear Hip,
Please play nice, we get to see Dr.F on monday when we return. Also note the aforementioned massage - that's for you. ;)
Dear Beth
Gargle with salt... kill those little buggers before they take over.
(I always think of this too late because i'm always in denial too)
Dear weather gods. WTF?!?!?
Dear Mimi,
It always makes me laugh when PNWers become indignant about...RAIN. In winter! :p
Dear Salsa -
It's makes me laugh when PNWs think it rains everywhere in the PNW.
WHERE'S THE SNOW, DAGNABIT!!!!!!
~SK