Sometimes my boss and I have to find creative ways to entertain ourselves at work in order to survive the madness of dealing with the general public. She’s only 2 months older than I, so we completely understand each other and think along the same lines.
On Instagram, a fake male profile followed me and then promptly sent me a private message. I knew it was a fake… I’m not gullible nor an idiot… so I told my boss that I wanted to mess with him. My boss wanted in on the fun… so she told me what to write back. The following conversation ensued:
Nigeria. Wow. I cannot believe people still use that scam. Even my child was smarter than that. Of course, my side of the conversation is the one in blue. Continuing on…
If you are American and not 12 years old, you would understand the reference of ruby slippers. And so endeth our conversation. He didn’t like my response that Glenda could help him. Maybe the scammers have a “no-contact list” and I’ve made it. But if it happens again, we’re going for gold. I will help the scammer… at least they will think I’m helping from the replies I send.
Oh… BTW… if you get a follow from “whitlockchristopher95” on IG, it’s a total scam. Hopefully he won’t be around for too much longer… I’ve reported him.
I’ve given up on my training “weekly recaps,” sorry. Those posts don’t work for me, way too much negative. You’ll just have to wait and see if I finish the marathon on October 22nd… your guess is as good as mine. If I don’t finish, it certainly won’t be from lack of training. It’ll be because my spirit animal is the “turtle.” #truth (but I did run 12 miles today, even though the heat sucked the life out of me)
However, on that note, next weekend I have a half-marathon race… the Seattle Craft Classic. The following weekend, we’ve signed up for the Sounders Rave Green Run (purely for the bling as this past year our soccer team won the MLS championship and we’ll get the championship medal), and the weekend after that, I have the North County Wine Run Half-Marathon. September is an extremely busy month, but the race experience will do me good in getting rid of the nerves I’ll experience on the day of the marathon. I hope.
My 12-year-old son is now taller than me. He has it in writing from the doctor and everything. He’s officially 5 feet 8 inches. At 12. 99th percentile. I’m thrilled that he’s so tall, and he loves rubbing it in. He will bypass his father by this time next year. He also starts 7th grade on Wednesday.
Last Friday we lost a very special blogger friend. Terry from Spearfruit passed on. Terry had bladder cancer, for which there is no cure. I started following him back in 2015 after my brother passed away from cancer, hoping for answers. Funny enough, I did get my answers about a month ago. Terry was always upbeat, positive, accepted his diagnosis, knew he was dying, but never failed to tell his friends “have a happy day.”
Back when Terry was healthier, he would do a “boogie” type of video to the best 70’s music. It was just silly fun. He enjoyed doing it. He enjoyed making his friends smile. And we all enjoyed it in return. To Terry, I hope you’re boogieing all night long now.
The following is one of his last happy boogies. Even his husband Gary danced in it. They took a cruise at the end of last year and had a bang-up time as they knew full well it would be Terry’s last.
Enjoy this with the fun spirit intended… and never forget to tell your loved ones how you feel today… as tomorrow may be too late.