My job.... ugh. So stressful!

Tomorrow will be a better day!

A friend from high school, his dad passed away this morning.

Being fully wiped out and no answers.

Sometimes, in silence you can find answers. Meditate or just sit .... silence can be very eye opening.

Hugs...

A conversation with my mom....

We had to have the talk about the aging process. She isn't old yet but has some health concerns....

Its just super hard to have to think that way about my own mother. I remember her in her 20s and it's hard to acknowledge that she won't be forever young....or forever here

My job...

Losing people you care about is difficult..even if their passing is the best thing for them...it leaves a void...

Not cry but it made me really said to hear that a coworker quit today.

My mom and I drew especially close this morning as we talked about life and how life has been so incredibly hard for both of us. I'm only one of her children that has kids of my own, so we share an unique perspective due to both of us being mother's to our children. She's going to be off work for ten days and will be spending time with me when she comes to my home state for work related agenda, so it will be so nice to see her and strengthen our relationship with each other. But we had a good cry, this morning. I love my mother, dearly.

Watching a rescue worker overcome with emotion after rescuing a baby girl from rubble after an air strike in Idlib.

The photo of a 5 year old boy bleeding from a head wound in Aleppo who is so traumatised that he doesn't even cry when left alone in an ambulance.

I hear people constantly complaining about providing refuge to people affected by war and indiscriminate attacks against civilians in their own homes. It makes me heartbroken and furious in equal measure.

Realizing that the Install Manager at my job is not going to recover from a massive stroke he had this last week. They have attempted to remove him from the ventilator twice and it has failed. They are going to make one last attempt tomorrow. I am fearful that he is not going to make it and will be leaving a wife and a 13 year old daughter behind.

We are all hoping for a miracle!

Nothing made me 😢, but I am having a flood of memories watching ncaa 🏈 this season. My Aunt who died unexpectedly in the Spring loved our team. Although she lived in Texas she still loved those orange tigers and would commentary the whole game. Even in emails, before texting and Facebook came along. I miss her a bunch this season, she'd be proud to be a Tiger.

Missing my dog Brandy really bad. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her and wish she was here.

I didn't cry yet but I might still...

I visited with a beloved client after a months absence.

I'm sad to say she is increasingly confused. Her communication ability is worsening. I wasn't prepared for such a drastic decline in such a short time.

That's all I have to say about that. Sigh

Preparing for the trip home without my sweet, old furbaby. And his ashes haven't been returned to me yet. Hurts my heart he's not with me to return home. He was such a happy, loving, sweet, quirky love bug.

My mom asked me about a situation with someone I used to be close to, and I just rambled off some really surface "Life goes on you know" quote. Inside, it felt like my heart was bleeding. People move on, situations change. The feelings can remain the same. I waited until I was alone and just felt the tears running down, silent crying is my coping mechanism when I have no control. It's time to accept the situation.

It can be so difficult to a lose a pet you heart and soul truly love. I'm sorry for your loss.

Not today but alllllll day yesterday....

My mother decided not to visit. She had a fight with my oldest child (who is also coming down)and is being somewhat childish....in my opinion...and not coming now til June.

Ive only been working all day....after 12 hours of work mind you.....to get the house ready.

SO frustrated!

Just thinking about some of the stupid, impulsive decisions I have made lately and regretting them....... I had a good cry this morning and now nothing left but to figure out how to remedy the situation!:praying::praying:

two songs one of clean bandit and zara larsson symphony and the other of selena gomez it ain't me it makes me emotive

A non-supportive friend.

my daughter is attempting to achieve her longest held dream...go to Africa and teach at one of the Tanzania schools.

She is a kindergarten teacher in an inner city school. She has wanted to go to Africa since she was a toddler, grabbing my resource book on Africa and thumbing to it with her blankie at her side. We watched The Color Purple every year and she has known she wanted to name her first child Violet since she was 8 years old, from watching that movie.

She has made a few attempts, but hasnt been able to pull it all together. After the birth of her second baby (just 2 months ago!) she decided she wanted to get this done, to show her children to reach their dreams...like I had shown her by reaching mine. Yes, thats what my kid said...

this made me cry...

we have been at odds with each other over the years, but since the birth of her babies, we have gotten closer. She sees a part of me that she forgot, loving her babies. She realizes how much I have always loved her.

I will do everything I can to help her get to Africa this time...it WILL happen!

Getting texts from friends in NC about how gas stations are already out of fuel, stores are out of supplies and water and how much trouble they had at work and afterwards, makes me upset I can't be there yet to help. (My return trip has been delayed) I feel like I'm letting them down.

My stepdaughter. She blames me for all her problems in the world...... As if I'm the one putting a gun to her head making her shoot dope in her arms! I'm so done. I'm so fed up.

The extent to which she spoils me...

ESPN college game day...lol yeah really! I may seem like a hard ass but really Im a softy. Especially when it comes to kids animals and old people

Must be something in the air, I dunno really.
But I feel teary today.

And me as well.......

My hormones are all wonky so I cry for absolutely no reason, or for dumb stuff!

I work for a feminist organization. Like, a kick ass feminist organization. So I was completely caught off guard when I walked in to the lobby today and saw them setting up their breast cancer awareness month display. It was a fucking bra-pong game with huge pink bras. Breast cancer awareness is not a frat boy drinking game mashed up with lingerie. It's a disease that attacks and tries to kill one in every eight women. I couldn't believe it. I addressed it quickly with our executive director and our two HR/PR people and they took it right down and felt horrible. But when my ED came in to apologize I just cried. As a breast cancer survivor myself, with a mother who is a survivor, and a grandmother who I lost to breast cancer... I brace myself for stuff like this in the month of October (breast cancer awareness month) but I never thought I'd face it at work.

The news that my cousin lost his battle with Pancreatic cancer at 5:15am this morning. RIP William Whipple, loved and will be missed. He is now with his parents and brother.

When I least expect it, I get humbled...never fails...
 

I was at dinner with friends at a small, buffet style "fish camp"...
There was an elderly man sitting by himself behind me...
On my trip to the buffet, I noticed how thin he seemed, with his shoulders rounded forward, his face always looking down to his plate, very shy if we made eye contact, wearing an old but very clean and pressed blue work shirt, his baseball hat well loved and the bill helped shade his shy, gentle eyes...his leathery skin giving away that he's most likely worked outside all his life...

On my next trip, I noticed how slow he was eating from his very tidy, devided plate. And how his hand was shaking a little as he lifted his spoon.

After I returned to my table, I took cash from my purse, then got up again, drew the attention of our waitress to speak with her out of ear-shot, told her to pay for his meal and keep the rest for herself, and to make sure no one allowed him to pay for his own dinner. She was shocked but quietly nodded.

Later, I heard her ask him a question...he responded that he had already paid his bill. She left, then came back and told him someone had paid for his meal, and she told him he could have his money back....he told her something I couldn't hear.

After he left, she came back to me to share with me what he had told her.... After she refunded his money, he said "the good Lord blessed me today... This morning at church, a nice lady gave me $20 to get lunch today. Then someone gave me $10 so I can eat tomorrow. I am truly blessed.".... And she said he had asked earlier if he could take extra food home from the buffet...she had to tell him that was against policy unless he bought from their menu but if he had leftovers on his plate, he could cover it with his napkin to take it home...she said the entire time he had been there today, with each trip to the buffet, he placed a small amount of food on another plate and covered it with a napkin.

She said he used to come in every Sunday, but now she rarely sees him.

She patted me on the shoulder and told me that I would be blessed for what I did. I didn't do it for blessings or a pat on the back... When she said that, I was still sitting there with chills and nearly in tears thinking about how he said "so I can eat tomorrow"... ...."so I can eat tomorrow"....

My daughters hug.... She always seems to know when I need them most....

damn teeny bopper movie.

...a person experiencing homelessness