things to do and ideas given to me

[thejunipertree]

(not necessarily in any order just yet)

Thank you, everybody, for all the help you're giving me.

* contact Patient Advocate Organization
* contact Catholic Social Services or charities on http://www.catholiccharitiesinfo.org/states/NJ.htm
* check local non-profits
* Carnation Instant Breakfast
* Brasco broth
* apply with Modest Needs for something
* contact Wemble's mother-in-law
* network with the Freemasons
* contact all fraternal organizations in the area
* eBay auctions
* group yard sale at Miss Robin's parents' house
* Paypal account
* website
* free concert at the Rotunda
* Rhiann's service fraternity
* look into lawyers
* get a separate bank account
* set up a trust
* Kyle's band?
* New York Times Neediest Cases Fund
* look into having other employees donate sick/vacation time
* Sharon Osbourne Colon Cancer Fund
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I know there's probably more that was suggested, but I can't think of them right at this moment. I am brain dead. Had a late night last night and a long (almost 13 hour) day at work, which was filled with CRISIS and DRAMA (which most of my work days are filled with). I also managed to fall off of a curb and bust my shit up. Now, I've got an enormous scrape of road rash on my right knee and a smaller scrape on my left. Both ankles are twisted, but I managed to not land with all of my weight on my left knee, as I am prone to doing. Thankful for small favours and all that. How did I fall from a curb? Don't ask. I don't even know. One minute I was walking around the car to get into the driver's side and the next, I was on the asphalt with Miss Rowan running over to me. I sometimes wonder if I should wear a helmet. Maybe some mittens. Protection for myself from myself.

I also, just now, managed to fuck up making soft boiled eggs for my mom. She requested them for dinner and I obliged. However, I have never made a soft boiled egg in my entire life. She told me what to do and I followed it by the letter. However, they turned out to not be soft boiled. More like medium boiled, somewhere inbetween soft and hard. Semi-boiled eggs.

I can make gumbo and jamabalaya with my freaking eyes shut, but I can't soft boil an egg?
Christ, it's a good thing she didn't ask me to make something difficult.
Like toast.
Who knows what would have resulted then?

Comments

[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

Just a quick note before I run out the door.

Hospice is for terminal people.
I've looked into this extensively already,
but thank you anyway (and thank you to your
mom, too).