Cuts like a knife

The boarding school child, home for the holiday, and her "overly-positive", yet "demanding" mother are butting heads.

Ok, so in my child rearing efforts, I have tried to teach my kids that there are more appropriate ways to deal with their anger than to yell across a crowded mall, "I HATE YOU! YOU EFFFFFFINNNN BIOTCHES!" to a couple of teenage bullies that have "tried to ruin" her life.

But a kid can only take so much of being called and referred to by the horribly derogatory terms and names that can deeply cut a fragile soul.  Add in the techno ability to post such things on the internet at a popular "My Space" site, and the lightening quick aspect of the email and you can torture a young woman who doesn't even attend school with you anymore.

High tech harassment.

Bullying at a much more sophisticated level.

Right or wrong, hopefully, spewing pent up emotions at her tormentors released the anger that she'd turned inward, causing her to inflict visible injuries on her beautiful body.

If only they could see the cuts bleed.

As Jesus said, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do."   

Finally!!!!

Finally! 

I am now able to post!  Geez! 

I can't tell you how many times I had to delete cookies, footprints and temporary internet files to fix this problem! 

I will post something a little later after I calm down, because right now all I want to do is cuss AOL, Bank of America, Netflix, etc.

 

This is only a test!

This is only a test!  If this were a real journal entry, it may say something with substance and have no damn banner ads!

I am sooooo frustrated. I have cleared my "cache!"

I have deleted my cookies!

I have deleted my temporary internet files! 

I have erased my footprints!

And.....I STILL CAN NOT POST TO MY JOURNAL, except through AIM.

I do not want to post to my journal through AIM. I want my journal to work exactly how it did before AOL screwed it up with banner ads!

Arrrrrrgggghhhhh!!

Ok...So I cut my nose off to spite my face and abandoned AOL J-Land without the expertise to manage the technical aspects of Blogger.

I can't stand it. I have to be able to post my thoughts without the frustration of plundering my way through a new system that doesn't promptly post my words. Arrrrrggggghh.. Therefore, AOL...I humbly bow my head, with my tail between my legs and return to my beloved J-Land, to resume my writing....ADS and ALL!

But....that doesn't mean that I have to like it!

Moving my words.........

Please visit me at http://wearinmyheart.blogspot.com/

 

Here's what the Washington Post says about this banner ad issue that's causing AOL bloggers to find homes elsewhere:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/11/22/AR2005112201648.html

Save the excuses. Just pee in the bottle!

On Monday morning, I was sitting at my cluttered desk doing whatever managers in State service do whenever they are not in the ubiquitous “meetings” of the unlike minds, when I received a call from the Employee Relations Office.

The cheery secretary said, “Captain, would you please come up to the office when you get a minute?”

Being the “glass is half empty” kind of person that I am, I immediately began thinking the worst. A call to the ERO’s office can only mean one of a few things, such as; a grievance has been filed against you, a subpoena with your name on it is about to be placed in your hands, you’re about to be walked off grounds and be placed on Administrative Time Off pending the completion of an investigation or ::gasp:: terminated for some transgression.

Swallowing the huge lump in my throat, I went for the latter, jokingly saying “You’re not going to fire me, are ya?”

“No!” she replied with a touch of laughter, “Just come on up here when you have a chance!”

Deciding that I couldn’t take the stress of anticipating what this summons was all about, I promptly bounded up the stairs and stiffly presented myself as requested. The secretary handed me a pen and said, “You have been randomly selected for Drug and Alcohol Testing! Read this and sign here.”

“Oh thhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaattttt!” I said, relieved.

Bring it on.

But all of a sudden, I began to feel conspicuous, even somewhat guilty.

Good God, I thought. I had a glass of Plum Wine last night. Alone. Purely for medicinal purposes I might add. I needed to relax my aching back.

I felt horribly compelled to share that information with the secretary, sorta like throwing myself upon the mercy of the court…… Honest, it was only one glass. No, I don’t have an alcohol problem!

Fortunately I came to my senses and I decided against spilling my guilty guts to this young office assistant. Nothing is sacred around that place. I can just hear the gossip now!

Instead, I’ll just wait for the test results! Lord…. it’s enough to drive a person to drink.

Thank God I didn’t take that prescription muscle relaxer that Tam offered me! J