Hey folks, we have a new one!
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missed the purse maker, was thinking of baby ;)
Heh, I was online late last night and I saw those. And thought immediately of you folks!
Was the purse maker the really long incomprehensible post, or was that Baby? (Hey, it was late at night)
Woops, Baby's gone. All together now: "No-one puts Baby in a corner!"
His/her posts were short and energetic, so the purse maker I missed must have been the long incomprehensible one.
look what you made me do :p
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2012 trek 7300
Our newest spammer's favorite food is apparently cheese bread. This greatly amuses me!
Do these people really think someone will click on their links?
Oy.
Stay classy, Seattle....
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Very nice bike, Fredwina.
It was supposed to rain today? I guess it's coming later today. I could have gone a long ride this morning :mad:. Instead, I went to the gym and prostrated myself at a step and sculpt class.
Nice bike Fredwina. We're happy to be your enablers ;)
My property manager is showing the condo at 3'ish. I hope this one
a) likes it and of course he will, what's not to like? :)
b) can pass the credit/background check
c) has 1st/last/deposit.
Wow; I just had a conversation with the administrative assistant in my office about why I left my previous job. As I was explaining it, my blood started to boil again about all of the various reasons that job positively s*cked and how depressed I got in the process. But it's been over 11 years since I left the job. I feel resigned on some level to never being able to get over all of it, but I don't like feeling that way. I'm not asking for suggestions; I just felt like sharing. I know it's something I need to work on with my therapist.
Indy- You aren't the only one. I think it's something about our profession. :rolleyes::rolleyes: Hugs and best wishes!
That makes me feel better. At the time, I felt like such a failure for not having a thicker skin about all of it. When I retell it, it confirms that, no, it really was nuts and I was right to feel very wounded. I love my current job, and I feel like it all worked out of the best, but there's a lot of bitterness left in me.
Ugh; I must be having one of those days.
So, as I've detailed elsewhere on here, DH and I moved to a small town about 25 miles south of where I used to live in downtown Indy. It's been a hard transition for me, in part, because I've found it darn near impossible to make any friends. It's hard for me to write this because I am normally such a social person, but I don't have a single friend there. Not one. And it's starting to really impact me. Okay....I'm crying now.....
Last week, I ran into a woman that I do know from town. She and I used to work together and were always friendly with one another if not exactly friends. She moved to this town a year before me and had complained of being lonely, too. She had three young children though and we've just never really hooked up.
When I ran into her, she mentioned that she's just signed up for Indy's mini marathon, which is held in May. I mentioned I was running, too, and suggested we run together sometime. She seemed open to that, so I sent her an email afterwards to see about firming something up. I made it clear that I was flexible and recognized that her schedule must be pretty busy with the kids, work, etc.
She finally responded with what basically amounts to thanks but no-thanks. It's just too hard to get away for a run. Now, I'm not really sure how she plans to train for the mini, but whatever. I'm trying really hard not to take it personally, but it just seems like I can't gain any traction in this town. Without kids and without a job in town, I can't seem to get a foot in the door. Anyway, I'm sad about this. Really sad.
(((Indy))) You have us.
Indy, I know how you feel. I moved all of 9 miles; I didn't really expect to make new friends, as I didn't have to, as I still live in the same general area. Same doctors, stores, restaurants. Nothing in my life has changed except the location of my house. But... it would be nice to have a tiny bit more of a connection to my town. The people in every little town in MA have their own "thing." Since my kids did not go to high school here (in fact they went to the "opposition" school in the next town) and I continue to go to the synagogue I have been at for 20 years, I have no connections. After 6 years, I've given up. We are friends with the neighbors we share our driveway with, who are what we call "normal," and that's it. We tried going to the Newcomers Club and after one event, we ran out of there. I too, am very social, and it would be nice to always meet new people, but...
A few weeks after we moved here, we went hiking in a local conservation land trail. It's privately owned, by Harvard U., I think, and not a lot of people outside of this town know about it. So, we didn't see the sign that indicated where to park out on the street and we parked in the wrong spot. A woman came up to us and asked if we "were from out of town?" Like, a tourist, you know, those nasty people that contribute thousands toward our economy? This represents how most of the people are. I wanted to reply, yes, I'm a foreigner from 9 miles away, but I held my tongue. Heck, my kids are gone, I don't drive a Prius, and one of my kids (gasp) didn't finish college. And no one went to private school, as do 25% of the kids in this town. And don't ask me about the reaction people had to me when I stated at a community meeting that I could care less if they built affordable housing town homes down the street, as I would be living in one if I wasn't married.
Rant over.
(((Indysteel)))
Sounds a lot like what I went through these last couple years when we were up north. My job prospects were nil up there, and every time I met someone who I seemed to click with, it seemed that they were up and moving elsewhere.
I tried meeting people by taking classes, by volunteering ... you name it. I get what you mean by no traction (With the exception of an awesome knitting group I met towards the end). Some places are just like that, in spite of your best efforts to reach out.
It's their loss if they don't want to get to know you. Even if they don't realize it. I hope you can find a way to cope, I've been there and know how hard it can be.
Thanks for sharing that, Crankin. I really feel like a fish out of water here, politically and personally. This place is VERY conservative and there's not exactly a ton of professional women. And I so miss my friends in Indy. I'd see them more, but it's tough. For instance, if I were to meet up with my old running group, it would require a 70 or so mile roundtrip drive. That's nuts.
I can tell by how easily I cry over this topic that it's just not working. The bottom line is that we're going to have to move St some point if something doesn't give. My job situation is a bit up in the air in that my boss is retiring in a few years. Unfortunately, until it's clear where I might land, I'm afraid I'm stuck. Through therapy, I have learned ways to cope with stuff like this. I'm just going to have to get more creative. In fairness, it took a while to create a life in Indy, too.
Indy and Crankin - imagine moving across the county :eek:
I'm just now getting back into things
I found myself walking the bent almost as much as I was riding it. Probably shouldn't have done (hindsight) or gone with the 7100 (blew the budget out of the water, Probably should have not gotten so many acc.) But what's done is done.
Believe me when I say how much I admire anyone who makes a radical move, either by choice or force. It 's something I have never had the nerve to do. In some ways though, being so close, but not close enough, to my old home has made me feel even more stuck. Instead of moving forward, I have spent a lot of time just pining away for parts of my old life.
I did move across the country, Fredwina. It was 21.5 years ago. We gave up good jobs, a house in a desirable suburb, and a wonderful group of friends. We did it for our kids; and the fact that despite our great friends, we saw the political writing on the wall in AZ and couldn't deal with it.
By choice, and back to the state where I grew up, after 20+ years in FL and AZ.
But, there were still a few moments (won't admit this to many) that I cried, because I really missed my friends. I don't think I can ever replace the friends I made when my kids were in preschool at the Tri City JCC in Tempe. No matter how long it is between visits, I go back and it's the same.
I have 4 close friends here, and lots and lots of acquaintances made through work, cycling, volunteering at my temple, teaching aerobics, and grad school. Some of these acquaintances were "friends" at one point, but our paths diverged. In fact, when Hirakukibou and I started riding together 2 summers ago, she was amazed how I knew people in every town around here, in all of the coffee shops we went in, even riding down streets, 2-3 towns away, people often recognized me and we stopped. I feel like I "belong," in the general area.
However, I think living in AZ, where new people moved in all of the time, and it was accepted practice to go right up and invite them over or out for dinner, spoiled me. When I tried doing that here, it was met with total rebuffs.I hate to say it, all of my close friends are not native New Englanders, even though I am! We met our closest friends 7, almost 8 years ago when we signed up for a ride she was leading. Unbeknownst to us, we had sat next to them in spin class for years at the health club and seen them riding out on the roads. They lived 5 miles from us! They have no kids and our kids were out of the house pretty much by then, and it was a perfect match.
(((((((Indy)))))))
Just thank goodness for my cycling clubs, or I'd be as isolated as you are. I'm not really close with any of them, but at least they're other human beings I can talk to.
Oddly enough, Facebook has brought me closer to a few people who were only a little more than acquaintances before I FB friended them. Sometimes it's easier to open up and take risks about the things I care about with that bit of distance, and things can shake out in surprising ways.
page 1000! woo hoo!:)
Crankin, I think all relos are no fun, but literally going some where you've never been before can be scary(which is what I did when I came to Albany from Calif about 2 months ago) At least so far the career side is working out on this latest move. Still workiing on reassembling the rest of my networks
You should get rain tomorrow - it's raining here now
Just nuked a new spam:
"Feather -like hair disorder , and avant-garde should be consistent with the rough earrings "
I hate when I have feather - like hair disorder....
Some people pay good money to have feathers put in their hair.
I have made 16 international moves in the 36 years of marriage. The last one from overseas to Texas has been the hardest because my youngest child left for college at the same time and so I had no ties into the community via PTA or school events or sports.
I have a few connections with the handweavers and hand spinners, and a total of two people as sporadic once or twice a year riding companions. Actually my strongest community connection for the past five years have been with my trainers at the gym, my doctor who I see 2x a year and the oncologist/breast surgeon who although she is a sweet and caring woman, I have seen more often than I would have liked.
I have learned to revel in my solitary strength, but it is very lonely at times.
marni
Yeah, I don't get this feather thing.
Fredwina, I agree, your circumstances for moving were much harder than mine, but I must say the inclusion of 20 years in between leaving and returning, and the fact that I moved back to a different area in MA, not the city I grew up in, made it feel like I was living someplace slightly familiar, but not the same. It was compounded by the fact that we just could not afford to live in the place I grew up in, which we might have done, even though it was not close to where DH was working. We ended up living in a very small and rural town on the NH border where, ah, let's just say I was in the minority in a lot of ways. For 6 years, I pretended I didn't really live there, by participating in activities in other parts of my life. We finally moved to where we originally wanted to live, when our kids were in middle school and stayed there until we impulsively bought the house we are in now.
Boy, I can relate to that. My current home is just not a good fit. What's ironic is that in the first decade of my parents' marriage, they lived her, too, and my mother hated it as much as I do now. I credit her for holding her tongue when we announced that we were moving here ourselves. I know I underestimated just how different it would be from Indy. That's not to say that Indy is heaven on earth, but it is at least diverse enough to support a great number of my interests and there are plenty of like-minded people here.
All of this is food for thought though. I still fantacize about moving away from Indiana, but I have to wonder whether I could withstand that kind of change. I will have to think long and hard about that.
On a different note, this morning's spammers sure dug up some old threads in which to post. I don't get that part of their MO.
I think they do a search on anything that might be vaguely related to their product and post in those threads. I didn't read the spam and I don't even remember what today's threads were, but there's usually a common theme.
Marni, how are you doing - if you don't mind my asking?
I'm so angry I'm shaking.
The bosses have treated my honey like a piece of garbage for the last four and half years. She's worked her *** off to fix a broken division, all forms of measurement attest to her success, but the people who run this place are so threatened by someone accomplishing what they couldn't, that they just crap on her at every opportunity.
Her last day is next Wednesday and not one of them has done the professional courtesy of wishing her well in her new job; they won't even send out the usual general announcement that someone is leaving so co-workers can stop by and wish her well.
I really loathe these ignorant sub humans... and I have to keep working here with them. Hope I can keep my mouth shut.