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My daughter is twelve and she was playing with her toy horses and dollhouse dolls. It sparked the following conversation.

Her: Look it's you

Me: How is that me, because I ride horses alllll of the time (sarcasm)

Her: no, because your old (It was the grandma doll)

Her: this one is dad.

Me: oh I never knew he was bald (was the grandpa doll)

Her: he might be for all I know.

How sad is that? She doesn't even know what he looks like. It has been six years since they have seen him. He could be bald for all we know. Sad....

My daughter has moved out of her baking cake phase and has gone into her bread baking phase. We have been buried in bread for a week. Here is a picture of a bread wheat stalk she made...

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For some people morality is something that just fleetingly crosses their mind...if they even think of it at all. Many people like to live with the thought that they are immortal and so is everyone around them. I have the opposite thought. I see mortality eveywhere. I know every day when I send my kids to school that something could happen to me or them and we might never see each other again. I think about it pretty much everytime I get in the car. I have known too many people who were fine one minute and dead the next. My dad had just had a complete physical, heart checked and everything. A week later he was dead from a massive heart attack. A friend's 17 year old son went to work and was shot in the head while he was there. Another friend was sitting watching movies and snacking with his wife and she choked to dead. A cousin had a baby die the day she was to be induced, the baby was fine on ultrasounds two days before. All different deaths, all out of the blue things. I don't fill may day worrying about things like this, they are things you can't control and things that you would never be able to see coming. It would be wasted energy to lock yourself in a room to stay safe or worry everyday about how you might die. I am always aware of it though. My accepting my own mortality and that of the people around me is part of why I lack impulse control. If I want something, I want it right away. I mean, I might be dead tomorrow, so why wait. I feel the same way about waiting for the "perfect" timing for things. There is no perfect time. The perfect time is now, there might not be a later. The same is true for love. Why drag on long drawn out engagements just to plan the perfect wedding. Why not do it now. What if you found out you had only 6 weeks to live. I bet that perfect wedding wouldn't seem so important anymore and the perfect timing wouldn't be waited for. What if there is a person you are really wanting to be with, why wait...really there is no reason. One of you might not wake up in the morning. Your kids want to go to the park... Just take them It could be your last time.

That is all I have to say about that...:-)

None of us felt like soing anything elaborate and none of u were that hungry, so this is what we had for dinner...

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It is cherry crepes...they were yummy...

My son is about to turn 16. He has Aspergers syndrome. Lately I have been thinking he should find a job. Not because he has to have one, but because I think if he is ever going to be able to make it on his own he is going to need to start now to work out any issues he has before he is on his own. The problem is this. I don't know what kind of job he would be able to hold. There is no way he would ever be able to work as something like a cashier. He doesn't talk to people. I also don't know how to go about finding him the kind of job he needs. I mean when I need a job, I just go apply at anywhere and get a job, but i pretty much have no special requirements. I don't know how he would ever get past the interview. I am a huge believer in being self-employed, but for him at the moment I think he needs to have a "regular" job for a while. I think  he needs to be around people..even if it is forced.:-) I don't know, this is stressing me out. The fear that he is never going to be able to function and have a normal life has just suddenly started creeping up on me the closer he gets to 16. I guess because I see other people his age and think of what I was like and see the huge gap with where he is at now. I guess denial is easier when they are younger. Now he is getting close to being an adult and being on his own. I have a fear he will never be able to make it on his own...

We tell white lies every day, but have you ever told a big lie, and if so, why did you do it? Confess!
Submitted by Sophie.

This is actually a funny one. People at work think that I have a boyfriend. They would never leave me alone and they were always wanting to fix me up with people, so I invented a boyfriend. I actually didn't invent the guy. It is a guy I know that I would love to date, but when they ask for details about my "boyfriend" I just fill in the blanks using that guy as my template (so to speak). It is easier to remember that way. It didn't really solve my problem though because now they won't get off my back about wanting to meet him. I may have to have an imaginary breakup. :-)

My head is like a constant story. Emerging out of every minute of my daily life. A stranger might walk by and say nothing more than "Hi, how are you today". I will mumble fine, but in my head I will have an entire conversation with the person. I will think about what witty remark I should have made and the snappy comment they would make in response. We go on back and forth until we have had a very lively conversation. I will smile to myself at the memory of the conversation. I was so witty here... oh, there they had a good point. Except...wait...there was no conversation. It was all in my head, they merely said hi.

Why does my mind do that? Is it because deep down I am not really the loner I believe that I am? Is it that I feel the need to make a connection with someone? Or is it just that my life and myself are so ordinary that I need to make ordinary things significant, like they matter? I need to be more then just ordinary.

I almost went to work in my pajamas. I got up, got my work shirt on and nametag and all that. Then I decided to go warm up the car so I put my boots on and went out and turned the car on. Then I went and did my hair, put my makeup on and headed out the door. I got in the car and realized I still had my pajama bottoms on. I apparently felt dressed because I had already put my shoes on.:-)

Do you believe that employee loyalty still exists in today's work environment? How loyal are you as an employee to your company or boss?
Submitted by Jessmiloo.

I can only answer for the retail environment as that is what I know. I think most people understand that everyone can be replaced. They know that the companies we work for would fire you in a second to cut back on money,and they also know that if they want to have you gone they will find a way.  Because of that  I don't think most people in the retail environment have any real loyalty to the company. Also the places that I have worked pretty much treat their employees like  garbage, so I think the overall mood of the employees is low. Most  of the people that work these jobs are only working them because it suits their needs for the time being. That also cut down on the loyalty to the company. People don't plan on staying so they really don't care, and the ones who do end up staying for 20 years are so burned out on the place that they also don't care.

As far as me. I hove no loyalty to my company other than the fact that while I am there I will do my job the best I can. I would leave it in a second though if something better suiting my needs came along. As far as loyalty to my boss... in the last 6 years of working retail I have had about 15 different store managers. I have no loyalty to them, they will be gone before me. They burn out even faster than the employees.

When I got up this morning my daughter had left a note on my purse with a lunchbag. The note said...

"Here is your lunch. There is a tubber-wear with cream cheese and jelly in the fridge."

It cracked me up. One because she thinks it is called tubber-wear and two because I have no idea where she heard the word tupperware. When I ask them to hand me some,  I just say hand me a plastic container. I don't actually call it tupperware.