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Stay in your lane

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I was roller skating on my local rail trail recently and coming up to an intersection, so I was slaloming slightly (barely more than C-cuts) to slow down. Someone on a bike came up behind me and said, "On your left!" Alerting people that you're passing is customary and courteous, though I don't know if there are signs suggesting we do that on this trail, like there are on the trails where I skate in Florida. There are also no alligators or exotic birds on my local trail. I was startled and swerved back towards the far right. "Thank you," I answered with a little wave. As the guy passed, he tossed over his shoulder, "Stay in your lane!" My initial reaction was WTF, dude!? You @$$ 4073! However, I said nothing. First of all, are there lanes on the trail? No. The picture above is the actual trail, and that person on the bike is the actual guy. Is he in a lane? No, he's right in the middle of the trail. ( Hypocrite! ) Furthermore, a g...

I stink at housework. Sorry (not sorry)!

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I stink at housework. All my cleaning happens because I've either reached the point of disgust (our shower last week) or I'm having company (which hasn't happened in a while). The only things I do regularly are dishes, laundry, and toilets. Sometimes I vacuum or sweep up the dog hair. Usually, my husband is the one with the broom. He's also usually the sheet changer (which triggers a load or two of laundry). Occasionally I purge. I cleaned up two piles of stuff that I was going to file recently. Most of it had been sitting in the "to-be-filed" pile for so long, it's not even relevant, and destined for the shredder. This picture is from a room that I have gated off because I don't want the dogs in there because they get on the furniture and one of them though it would be a good idea to pee and poop on the rug. (Thank God for my Spot Bot, which is a mini rug and upholstery shampoo-er...kind of a must have if you have pets and any fabric furniture and rug...

Why it's important that I work from home

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Working at home is a luxury, a necessity, and sometimes a pain in the really frustrating. You can read all about it here . This is a little story about necessity. My son needed to see a specialist yesterday after hurting his knee at hockey a few days ago. Yes, I had to take time out of work, but not as much time as I would have if I left "the office" or never went to "the office" in the first place. And because I work at home, the work was still there and available to be done later. I let my son sleep in until 8:45. I had secured an appointment with his pediatrician for 9:30. They referred us to a specialist and asked if we could make an 11:15 appointment. That was pushing it, because I had to go back home -- 15+ minutes in the opposite direction -- to let force the dogs out (it was pouring torrentially). And I needed to pick up the paperwork from my son's urgent care visit during the weekend from his dad's house. But we made it, with several minutes to sp...