Still no news. I called the local hospitals almost hoping she had been hit by a car, but no results there either.
We live in a safe neighborhood and she’s white (I shouldn’t be worrying about merikan’s being disappeared because of the color of their skin, but here we are), but she is a cute young woman who isn’t really in the system. She works under the table, doesn’t have an online presence and her daughter isn’t in school yet.
More worries start.
Dang that you didn’t get to do the things you wanted, but at least you got a little bit done.
We also had all of that sort of silly shit, but my favorite was when a male co-worker told me that he just went to his sexual harassment training and now he knew how to do it right. He ran his eyes up and down my body while leering at me. I cracked up so hard!
Any birthday that doesn’t involve you waking up hungover in a stranger’s front yard is a good one! I’m glad yours was better than that 
True story: Back when I was living in Hawaii, I was a pot growing floozy. I grew some amazing weed, people would get buzzed just walking by my window. Of course I knew stoners and some of them indulged much more than me.
One day, there was a marathon and the local runner tripped and fell right out of the gate, so lost time, but still almost won. He was neck and neck with the winner, but no glory for him.
It was on the news and the radio. The race results were not a mystery.
The next day I visited one of my favorite boytoys (remember, I didn’t keep them around to talk to) and after we had happy fun times we fired up some of my weed and turned the TV on. The marathon rehash came on and he hushed me when I tried to talk to him, he wanted to watch the race. I told him everyone knew who was going to win because it happened yesterday. He hushed me again.
The same guy won and my boytoy showed serious disappointment. He finally confessed that he had seen the race several times before but that the runner worked so hard that this time he really should have won.
That’s when I started calling him Bullwinkle.
That looks very cool, but aren’t the bristles going to get bent up in your pocket? Or is there a cover I didn’t see?
I hope you forage many mushrooms with it.
I agree! Remember the one you had as a kid with a ballerina on a spring that bent over when the lid was closed? Nowadays they use magnets instead of springs so the unicorn can be taken out and admired without stretching the spring (like I did).
I had no idea that was still a thing. But, we tend to hang out with other service members and that sort of disrespect was very frowned on.
Maybe they’d give you health insurance so you can get one done and look at the images?
I just deleted a long rant about ballrooms and universal health care, but please do know that I am outraged on your behalf. Health care shouldn’t be tied to employment.
Jolene still bites Hubs, sometimes hard enough to break skin. I won’t allow it, as soon as she gets bitey with me, I stop everything, yell NO and walk away.
Would carrying a water gun out in the back yard startle him into not “playing” with you?
When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout!
Hurray! I’m so glad everyone liked it, this is another reason TPTB are working so hard to keep paying you.
So today my doctor ordered an MRI on my shoulder (oh joy, I just LOVE them) (NOT) and the imaging center had a cancellation for tomorrow. We were planning on going north to look at the forest, but that can wait until Saturday.
Weekend traffic in WV is much different/better than in AZ…as long as we avoid church goin’ time. Then traffic sucks because nobody wants gawd to see them breaking laws on their way to church.
Hubs and I talked about stocking up on ice-melt today. This winter is predicted to have more snow than last year and we really overreacted to being “snowed in” last year.
We aren’t used to snow that sticks around and don’t have the coping skillz that natives do.
We aren’t going to buy any ice-melt this year. We have half a bottle from last year and we don’t need to use our sidewalks at all if we don’t want to. We are RDOS, we don’t need to go out at all unless we want to, we don’t need a clear driveway at 0600 so we can go to work.
I’m getting aggravated at Mom. Again. She changed her will because one of her grandkids convinced her that she should leave her car to her.
That’s fine, I don’t care where her stuff goes, I just need the original document because I’m the executor and I feel the responsibility to follow her final wishes. She thinks she can’t just fold her new will up and stick it in an envelope, she thinks she has to pay a whole lot more money to get it sent signature required. This means she has to get a ride to the post office and her leaches aren’t motivated to take her because there isn’t anything in it for them.
Yes, I have talked to her lawyer and while he would love to send me her new original will every time she changes it, she always says that she needs to take care of it herself.
More grumbles.
I still keep in touch with a couple of food stamp workers and the word now is that even the EBT cards will stop working November 1st. If any of you know folks on EBT, tell them that they probably should use all of their benefits before then.
Happy birthday, Sensei! 
The pellet stove ran on and off since yesterday, keeping this end of the house at 72°. Not sure how cool it is in the bedroom, but I do use the little space heater in the bathroom when I shower. Looks like we’ve got a week or more of 50s/40s (or cooler) so I’d say autumn has officially descended. I even closed the little window in the garage - at worst, it gets into mid-40s out there, but generally it doesn’t drop below 50 most of the time. It helps that the door is on the west side of the house and the evening sun bakes it.
Those who have received communication have a specialist who was (and is) very good at her job. I was not lucky enough to have her assigned to my packet.