Precious Daughters - Bullet Edition

• Precious Youngest is home for the summer.
• It took two vehicles to get all her shit home in one trip.
• Her dorm room wasn’t that big. One wonders how they fit all that stuff in the room all year.
• Priority one is finding a summer job.
• Well, from OUR perspective.
• The real priority one is getting some sleep.
• Priority two is cleaning out the shit hole she calls her room.
• Well, that’s MY priority two.
• The real priority two is catching up with The Pie and friends.
• Precious Oldest is not coming home this summer
• She has a job on campus that pays well and will allow her time to take a six hundred level class she would not otherwise be able to fit in her schedule.
• Let’s allow that to sink in a bit shall we?
• Precious Oldest is not coming home this summer.
• Six young men we have known ALL THEIR LIVES are graduating this week end. Five high school; one college.
• That makes me feel incredibly old.
• I've got nothing else except sweetbabyjesusu enough with the rain already!!!!

1980

In 1980 Jimmy Carter was President. A first class stamp cost 15 cents. The Winter Olympics were held in Moscow. The United Sates did not participate. Kramer vs. Kramer won the Oscar for best picture. The Phillies beat the Royals in the World Series. 52nd Street by Billy Joel won album of the year at the Grammys. I turned eighteen.

I graduated from high school in 1980. I was seventeen years old. Guess what my summer job was?

I'll wait.....

You'll never guess.....

OK, I'll tell you.

I was a runner for the Sedgwick Group on the floor of Lloyd's of London. That's right folks. At the ripe old age of seventeen my parents put me on a plane, alone, to go live in London for two and a half months. In a rented room of a stranger's flat. Riding the tube to the office everyday. To collect placing and signing slips to be taken to the floor for signatures. Shit you not.

What was your favorite summer job?

In the beginning....

I’ve been toying with the idea of a blog for awhile. My life has been is a state of confusion, turmoil and transition for the last few years and I need a way to vent about what’s going on in my life that DOESN’T end with me consuming a bottle of wine. The anonymity of blogging (I know, I know, all relative. Once it’s out there it’s out there!) is appealing because I censor myself at times and I HATE that!

In other news, Precious Oldest just called to say that she is done with her last day of her crappy summer job. A job she HATED. With a burning white passion. And she had the crappy summer job because, instead of doing as the The Saint and I suggested, and looking for a job oh let’s just say in the spring, she waited until school was out for the year. And all the GOOD jobs were taken. I’ll give you ONE guess whose fault that was. And it wasn’t hers.