My partner and I are getting a cabin for the weekend and bringing our girl, Jolene. The big question for the weekend—do we get her blueberries or watermelon to accompany her dog ice cream?! It’s the tough questions in life…
Jolene tax included.
I had tickets to see Sarper Gunven (à la 90 day fiance) and the tickets are marked for 5/5 at 7pm. This evening I see the event was switched to tonight—but got no notice from the venue. There seems to be no working phone number (naturally). Anyone have info on how to get in touch with someone? this was a goodbye gift to a friend moving. What a shitty for them to not reach out to communicate the change.
So much to unpack here.
This is me, in 6th grade, having a photo shoot after my elementary school basketball tournament. Notice the participation medal and heavy glitter all over my face.
What you can’t see (and I so wish I had a picture of) is the back of that t-shirt. Customarily, you’d have your last name and number on the back, like a jersey. All of my friends on the team that year decided instead of putting their last name, they’d use a cool nickname. (Like Hot Shot, Hoops, etc.) I so desperately wanted to be like the cool kids so I chose a nickname too; Dribbler. The back of my shirt said “Dribbler.”
I have yet to live this one down.
Does anyone else get wicked anxiety when something big in your home breaks? I, 38 F, bought my home a little over 7 years ago now (and I know how blessed I was to even buy a home in the first place) and I get wild anxiety when something breaks. My hot water heater died this weekend and while I was able to get a plumber out here, I had the worst anxiety about what the issue would be.
Now, a day after this all happened, the dust has settled, I have a plan for a replacement and for warm water until it can get replaced.
And as basic as this sounds, I’m really proud of myself for working through it on my own, making a plan and by mid week I should be back in the hot water business. But I can’t be alone…right?