My Only Brother

My brother, Joe, woke me with a phone call at 7am. We spent Saturday afternoon at his house for a barbeque celebrating his new job and move to California. He called to tell me I left 4 bags, but I had left them for his wife. He was leaving for California today and I will miss him. He lived about 200 miles away but the last couple of years I would get a call from him whenever he was at DFW airport. I'm pretty sure he doesn't incur long distance calls on his cellphone and he never had time to meet me anywhere, just felt the need to contact me when he was a couple of miles from my house. Baron said we would have a reason to visit California now but the whole situation still makes me weepy.

A Day in the Life

• Daughter to 7 am volleyball tryouts
• Me to work
• Help resolve financial difficulties of friend whose husband died during my breaks
• Work, work, lotsa work
• Daughter to 3 pm volleyball tryouts
• new deadlines created
• daughter meltdown- volleyball a no go
• son to peewee football
• back to work to file Title IX grievance- been working on for awhile but the sight of all those crying girls pushed it to the forefront
• pick up son from football
• dinner-steak, corn on cob, steamed broccoli
• stare at bags in dining room till headache goes away
• help husband with statistics homework
• sleep

And Here We Are

What is that? 6 weeks maybe. I already have a final prototype for a bag sewn on an industrial machine sitting in my dining room. I have a website, tags, and almost enough bags to start taking pictures. Soon I will start my evil master plan of giving these things away. Be prepared.

First Step

So I have been mullying the idea for this bag over in my head for the last 4 days. It wakes me up at 5:30 and the thought of taking the first step and actually purchasing the fabric makes me want to vomit(based on the last post,maybe I just have a virus). It is not a huge expense: approximately 160 bucks. Maybe it is the pretense of failure. So indulge me in a little mantra to soothe myself.
I Failed
I Failed
I Failed
I Failed
I Failed
If I fail I will only be out about 500 bucks and some summertime. And everyone I know will have the most adorable bags for grocery shopping with my name on them.
Hmmmm, I'll just stop in the bathroom to visit before I fill out that purchase order.

A Start

I am so busy that I want to vomit. What a perfect way to expose my true psyche.

• 2 days left of school-3 kids worth of exams & final projects to boot
• cousin Sarah staying with us - teenage agnst to boot
• company growing by leaps and bounds
• Baron started summer coursework- will we ever see him again?
• Baron insists we need to replace our a/c system or the world will end
• someone filed a tax return using all my data and so I have to prove who I am to the IRS
• the above has also delayed our stimulus check
• forms and payments for all summer activities due-putting Dr. Doolittle down on every one
• decided to sit for an exam in July but haven't decided when I will study
• oh did I mention I am chronically ill? drug rep calling me daily about new infusion
• TAA DAA, I have come up with an amazing idea for a side business that would build on the relationships I have with my sisters and I have been thinking about it so much that I neglected to condition my hair this morning.

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