Okay, dropped her off. Thanks for all the good wishes, y'all.
ION, this is some fucking bullshit:
The IRS has re-aligned the benefit maximums effective January 1, 2012. The current monthly benefits were established temporarily under the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act (ARRA) and are set to expire at the end of 2011.
New limits for 2012:
Mass Transit: $125 per month (previously $230 per month)
Parking: $240 per month (previously $230 per month)
So parking goes
up
while transit is slashed? Ridic. The parking benefit is a pure giveaway to begin with, while there is actually a public purpose to the transit benefit.
It seems like Matilda is too young for that, but maybe some people start out that way.
I did not, but went through a minor "Reviving Ophelia"-esque stage in middle school(although, not exactly...those girls were quite troubled) but, you know, going from being a SPED and thinking about what I like and what my parents want to thinking about Peers and what people at school say is something I'm still recovering from.
I hope all goes well with Darby, Brenda.
Lots of ~ma for Darby, Brenda!
but maybe some people start out that way.
I do think some of that perfectionism is innate with individuals. Figuring out how to work past that is tough for an adult. Can't imagine trying to explain it to a little kid.
Okay, but what's the down side?
I missed the memo on serial killer chic.
That's just me though
Much ~ma to Darby and yourself, Brenda.
I don't count dismembering Barbies as an endorsement of murder. I *do* think dismembering Barbies can be funny.
I really like the boobs one. But the mouths without faces freaks me out.
Brenda, this is the first place I've seen that. How ridiculous!!
Jesus Christ. My dad just called me at work to ask me to look up a person's phone number online because he doesn't have a white pages. He didn't even know where she lives, at which point I told him there are going to be literally hundreds of people in the country with that name.
He keeps calling me more and more at work to ask me (or tell me) random unimportant bullshit (or at least things that can wait until after work). If it were any other person, I wouldn't answer my cell phone and let it go to voice mail, but every time I see his name on caller ID, I assume that he's having a heart attack, because why else would he call me at work? So I answer it in case he's dying. AND HE NEVER IS.
Apparently we need to have another come-to-Jesus talk about not calling me at work for bullshit reasons.
