Hah Swampy! Her room is the coldest room in the house. It sits over the garage and also faces north. I think there’s some blockage in her heater/air vent somewhere. It won’t be a sauna.
If anything, it’ll be a guest room and a laundry folding room since it’s right next to the laundry room.
Rainy, dreary, gray day here. I think I’m going to go read my Kindle.
Taxi, your fish sauce catastrophe is bringing back bad memories of the time my high school Latin teacher decided to make garum.
Ten years ago I was in college for the first time. I thought I was going to teach high school English. I didn’t realize my mom had Alzheimer’s because a) she was too young (only 52) and b) it wasn’t that far advanced. I was dating a guy.
Since then I’ve finished college (twice), realized I’m not going to teach high school English, lost my mom to Alzheimer’s, lost both of my maternal grandparents to leukemia and age, broke up with the first guy, got back together with the first guy (big mistake), broke up with the first guy again, started dating Complicated Friend, got engaged to Complicated Friend, bought a house, broke up with Complicated Friend, and had to rebuild our friendship.
I also met and became friends with Irish Brother, fell in love with Hippy Hollow, NC and decided to move here. In 2000 I only had one nephew. Now I have three more nephews and one niece. I ran away from my family only to come back to have a better though still distant relationship with them today.
If you had asked me ten years ago where I thought I’d be, I would certainly not say “in Asheville, NC working as a front desk clerk in a three-star hotel.” I would not have thought I would have a Master’s degree in multicultural literature. I wouldn’t have thought that I’d have found a way to channel my unrealized childhood dream of becoming an archaeologist into a deep interest in local history. If you had told me that was what was going to happen, I would have been forced to glance askance at you.
This past decade has sucked mightily, but I wouldn’t be in the good place I am now without wading through all the crap. You have to go through a pretty thick cloud to get to the silver lining sometimes.
These last ten years have been eventful to say the least.
2001 - I was reassigned to a different office - longer commute - not thrilled
2001 - I had both hips replaced
2003 - our office relocated so now my commute was only 7 miles, and we all got really big lovely cubicles - but no windows
2005 - I had the lap band put in
2005 - my SiL passed away suddenly and unexpectedly
2007 - I had my right knee replaced
2008 - our office relocated again - now we have windows, but our cubbies are much smaller
2009 - I lost 70 pounds
I think 2010 will be a very good year for me.
Great OP!
Sooo many changes for me! My husband died in 2003, after a long illness. The old-timers here might remember that it was an unhappy marriage, and after he died my life changed dramatically. We bought my first house right before he died.
I met Mr Rebo, of course. He showed me how to have a healthy, honest, fun relationship.
My son went out of control there for a while, but has gotten his life back on track.
I’ve learned to cook much better and more healthily. (Is that a word?)
I’ve steadily made more money and advanced in my job, and I’m now an old-timer/mentor type - and I love that.
And almost ten years ago - I joined the Dope! 
Ten years ago, we moved from King George, VA back to Jax, FL. I got my old job back in Jax, and we bought the rare FL house with a basement. And I joined the Dope. And my daughter started highschool. While in FL, I got to meet swampy, which is enough to make it a great decade. 
My dad died. My daughter went off to college, and my sweetie and I moved back to Maryland. Daughter graduated, got married, and moved in with us, landing a teaching job. I went back to the job I had when we lived in Va. We sold a boat, then bought another. We’ve completely remodeled our house. Since being in MD, I’ve met Bobbio, Taters, **MamaTigs **(who is avoiding us…) snowbunny, Puggy, and former mumper BibKitty, plus other random Dopers.
All in all, it’s been a mostly good decade. If the stoopit market hadn’t crashed, it would have been my last decade working. Instead, I’m looking at 2016…
Happy Monday! My project review ran almost 3 hours today, but the concensus was that it went well. Crap awaits in the morning, but I’m chilling tonight. And I think I’m taking off next Monday. Is someone scheduled for the next MMP? If not, I’ll take it.
It’s been a busy and mostly good decade
Ten years ago, as we entered the era of Y2K, my daughter graduated from HS and I attended my 30th HS reunion; my son entered 8th grade, still in middle school. I was still too addicted to online computer gaming (multi-user shared hallucinations, or MUSHes as they’re known), which I finally conquered–due mostly to no longer being able to keep up with thinking as I typed up acted out scenes. If that makes any sense! But thank Og that happened because it had become a true obsession with me. 
It’s been 18 months since I quit smoking (YAY!), which I thought would -never- happen. I still have a weight problem, which has led to type II diabetes, borderline still right now, and knees that are so shot I can barely walk. Both need to be replaced. But my son will be getting his undergrad degree in May (YAY!) and I -will- be there to see him graduate! 
Great OP, GT! And there’s still so much I don’t know about others, even other MMPers.
I had a twelve year old daughter and a six year old son. Now I have a twenty-two year old in grad school, and a sixteen year old looking at colleges.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
2000 retired from one job and started work at a new one.
2000 bought new Frod Focus station wagon
2004 discovered this board.
2006 started collecting Social Security.
2006 moved from a smokefilled 24-unit apartment building to my first house 2 minutes from my office.
2007 got a dental implant to replace a front tooth gap.
2008 helped elect Barack Obama POTUS.
2008 bought a 42" hdtv.
2008 flew for first time since 1986. (on second thought…)
2009 finally figured out how to connect the hdtv & home theatre (and found a 4-in, 1-out HDMI cable bus).
2009 paid down all my old credit card & other debt to ZERO. Considering trading in the station wagon on a FIT.
Make the soup! Add the chive onion cheese!
Huh. I’ve gone from thin to not-so-thin, especially right now, and have been married for seven years and have nearly two kids.
It’s been quite a nice decade.
Joined the Dope
Lost my last job in my beloved industry
Worked some part time jobs for rotten pay
Worked some decent jobs for decent pay
Had my back seriously injured in auto accident
Had back surgery
Haven’t been able to work for two years
Am being divorced by the love of my life (Since September; WTF is up with that?)
Am sheltering with my beloved sister but am surrounded by rabid republicans
Am closing in on a settlement re the automobile/back injury thing
Bought two new pair of jeans today; that’s a big deal
Became 69 years old; I’m ambivalent about that
None of the above happened in the order listed.
10 years ago i was an hourly flunky at Phar-Mor, with few friends. Now I’m a manager, involved with the Canes Booster Club and the Knights of Columbus, and people from Philly wanna party with me.
Ignatz, I hope you didn’t pay too much for the Frod.
You’ve always struck me as one of the steady and reliable types, dunnow why.
That means in my mother’s book you’d be “that boy Luis.”
Heeey, I didn’t know it was called “normal school” in English! It was called “la normal” in Spanish, too!
Dad’s “commerce school” degree required an “advanced baccalaurate” (obtained at 17) and took three years (so, degree at 20). When commerce schools dissapeared, some employers would consider it equivalent to a university degree (because it used to be the highest possible business degree), some wouldn’t (because it wasn’t from a university). He had problems with some employers because of that (in some Spanish sectors, two people can have the same job title but the one with a higher degree gets paid more under the assumption that he can and will do more - in his case, the recognition could have meant as much as 20% more salary).
Going to the “normal” required only an “elementary baccalaurate” (14) and its own three years, so since Mom was born in October she was teaching her first “unified school” (12-14 kids, aged 5-10) at 16. When Normals disappeared, employers considered her degree equivalent to the new university degrees. She, who wasn’t able to obtain a job since 1965, loved holding her “higher degree” over my father… when he was in the middle of arguing with his employers about the equivalency of his own :smack:
My socks are damp just from going out to get lunch. It’s all slush and snow out there. I’m definitely going out to buy boots today. Ick.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ YAWN Thus beginneth my work week.
I suppose I should get brekkified and purtified for work. Ick! I don’t wanna. However, I shall.
Thus, I go.
Happy Tuesday Y’all!
So, imagine that you’ve just gotten out of bed and aren’t quite awake yet and you start down the hall towards the bathroom and you’re walking in the dark because you always walk in the dark towards the bathroom. Except that sometime between last night and this morning a very large delivery bag (think pizza delivery bag, except bigger) has fallen onto the floor right in your path. Yikes! I think that the only thing that saved me from falling face first onto the floor was that I’d slowed down to see how much snow was outside right about the time that I hit the bag. What a way to wake up!
Eeeeep! Good morning, Pie! That doesn’t sound like the best possible wake-up call. Also, why aren’t you catering my breakfast this morning? I’m sure I ordered breakfast. What? You aren’t the breakfast fairy?
Not completely awake, but this is one of two days where I’m working this week. So I guess I’d better get moving.
GT
Up, caffeinated, off to work.
My new boots have an ever-so-faint fishy smell. Ew. I guess that’s what I get for buying boots made of eco-friendly leather treated with environmentally friendly products, or somesuch things. No wonder hippies are so stinky.
We made the garlic soup. With the chive-onion cheese. I’ve brushed my teeth about four times since then, so the smell isn’t so bad… or maybe it’s just that my stinky boots are masking it? Anyway, it doesn’t matter because it was dee-lish-ee-ous.
That doesn’t sound like a very pleasant wakeup, Pie. Glad you managed to spot the obstacle before it spotted you, though.
Drat, too late to do that to our old house. Besides, we took the curtain rods.
Don’t recall if I’d mentioned it, but when we left the house back at the end of November, we put it to sleep. We shut off all of the water valves, all of the gas valves, all of the circuit breakers and unscrewed the fuses. It might be a while before the eventual new owner figures out that the fuse in the kitchen cabinet is for the furnace.
Speaking of which, both of our cases have been discharged, so we can now mail the keys to the bank. The cute industry term for this is “jingle mail.”
In the previous decade, I have:
Started a new career - my official 10-year anniversary is this April.
Obtained a fairly difficult security industry certification.
Bought a house.
Given up a house.
Had my stomach surgically wrapped up in knots.
Had broken bits nipped out of my spine.
Had one case of regular flu about five years ago.
Had the H1N1 flu more recently.
Gone broke and declared bankruptcy.
Gotten married.
Some is good, some is bad. We’re starting out the new decade with DH still unemployed. Chapter 7 has dealt with pretty much all of our debt, but we still have utility bills and living expenses. I’m hoping things can only improve from here.
Wow, I feel positively like I’ve been standing still the last ten years when I real other mumpers posts. I guess that’s mostly because I’ve had the same husband, house and job within that time span.
pie, yikes! Best turn that light on from now on!
muppet, IIRC you aspirate garlic smell through breathing after consumption so the teeth brushing might not be all that effective. Same thing with alcohol which is why breath mints don’t work.
gotti, I am afraid to ask about the stomach tied in knots thing. :eek:
haze, or you could just put on dry socks.
I think this week’s MMP is drawing in lots of dopers who don’t normally post here.
Still cold here this morning but not quite freezing. Tomorrow aye em is supposed to get down in the twenties. I am now looking for realtors in Belize.
Tupug