Birthday Greetings
My husband, George, and I are very unlike each other. An example is in the way we sign letters: I tend to close with, “Love, Karen,” whereas he’s more likely to sign, “Sincerely, George K Curran,”—even when it’s a letter to one of our children. He’s a bit more formal than me. I recently called our daughter-in-law to wish her a happy birthday. She wasn’t available so I left a message on her voicemail. Of course the message was done my way: I sang the Happy Birthday song, then said, “We love you, Jen, and hope you’ve had a great day!” George, overhearing, proceeded to tell me the sort of message he would have left: “Jen, I’m calling in regards to your birthday. Please be advised to have a happy one. Should you have any questions about this birthday wish, please...
Alphabet Soup
I can’t carry on a conversation with music playing or the TV on since the sounds pull my attention away from anything being said. I think I must be ADD, though never formally diagnosed. When I suggested this condition to my husband, he called me a bowl of alphabet soup. George’s analogy prompted me to think through the many letters associated with my name, and I found that I might, indeed, be a bit soupy. There’s the BS, my college degree. Then I earned the CPA designation, which involved membership in the AICPA. I was employed for ten years by the IRS, for which I worked as an IRA. I should mention my diagnosis of OCD, which, fortunately, is an asset for a CPA. God used the PCOS and RA I developed as a teen to change my life by making it impossible to follow my...
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