Oddments and fragments
Mar. 17th, 2006 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
avanta7Ladies, we're in trouble.
My husband has somehow obtained a copy of that most secret and sacred of texts, The Chick Manual. He just announced that he knew what I was doing: following the directions in Chapter 14, the section about driving your husband crazy by buying something you're not really sure you like because it's the last one in the store, and intending to take it back if you find the perfect item somewhere else. (All women do that, right? Right?)
See, I did that the other day at GiantHomeImprovement Store. I bought shelf liner to put in the new bedroom dresser drawers. I didn't really like the shelf paper, but it was the closest thing I'd seen to what I wanted anywhere, and it was the last roll in the store, so I bought it. And kept the receipt because this weekend I'm going to check out the selection in a wallpaper store. Wallpaper will work as a drawer liner. So I told him my plans for tomorrow and that's when he admitted not only his knowledge of the existence of our secret sacred text, but alleges he has his very own copy.
My copy is safely accounted for and very well hidden. You all better check yours. Who knows how and by what nefarious means he obtained his copy.
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On a more serious note, today I interviewed a young woman filing for disability for a mental illness. She's very young, not even 21 yet, married with two children, and so very anxious and frightened. She started crying in the middle of the interview and continued crying for the next 30 minutes. It turns out she hasn't been seeking treatment for her condition because she's afraid the state will take her children away. She herself was put in foster care at age 6 because her mother was mentally ill, and she's terrified the same thing will happen to her children. I did my best to reassure her that she was doing the right thing by filing for benefits, and encouraged her to talk to the county mental health unit to get started with therapy and/or medication. I felt so sorry for her: she's frightened out of her mind. I'm virtually certain much of the fear is related to her mental illness but, regardless, it's real to her and she feels it keenly. She's just a baby.
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For our potluck at work today, all the food was green. Well, except the hot dogs. Who wants to eat a green hot dog? I made lime jello with pineapple, covered with whipped topping. It was tasty.
My husband has somehow obtained a copy of that most secret and sacred of texts, The Chick Manual. He just announced that he knew what I was doing: following the directions in Chapter 14, the section about driving your husband crazy by buying something you're not really sure you like because it's the last one in the store, and intending to take it back if you find the perfect item somewhere else. (All women do that, right? Right?)
See, I did that the other day at GiantHomeImprovement Store. I bought shelf liner to put in the new bedroom dresser drawers. I didn't really like the shelf paper, but it was the closest thing I'd seen to what I wanted anywhere, and it was the last roll in the store, so I bought it. And kept the receipt because this weekend I'm going to check out the selection in a wallpaper store. Wallpaper will work as a drawer liner. So I told him my plans for tomorrow and that's when he admitted not only his knowledge of the existence of our secret sacred text, but alleges he has his very own copy.
My copy is safely accounted for and very well hidden. You all better check yours. Who knows how and by what nefarious means he obtained his copy.
~~~~~~~~~~
On a more serious note, today I interviewed a young woman filing for disability for a mental illness. She's very young, not even 21 yet, married with two children, and so very anxious and frightened. She started crying in the middle of the interview and continued crying for the next 30 minutes. It turns out she hasn't been seeking treatment for her condition because she's afraid the state will take her children away. She herself was put in foster care at age 6 because her mother was mentally ill, and she's terrified the same thing will happen to her children. I did my best to reassure her that she was doing the right thing by filing for benefits, and encouraged her to talk to the county mental health unit to get started with therapy and/or medication. I felt so sorry for her: she's frightened out of her mind. I'm virtually certain much of the fear is related to her mental illness but, regardless, it's real to her and she feels it keenly. She's just a baby.
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For our potluck at work today, all the food was green. Well, except the hot dogs. Who wants to eat a green hot dog? I made lime jello with pineapple, covered with whipped topping. It was tasty.
