A Very Memorable MMP

Hello everyone! First off, a fine salute and tip of the hat to our fine armed services members for the job they do.

That a nice OP Rebo. When we got our poor Cap’n de-balled, he was one sad doggy. Our vet put a cone on him and you could just tell that poor dog felt stupid. He absolutely refused to look at us so we could take his picture. Then he kept bonking into the walls with the cone. It was so funny. We felt badly for Cap’n, but it had to be done. Needless to say, he really doesn’t like going to the vet.

We were going to go boating today, but I ended up sleeping late, and Mr. Taters just didn’t seem to feel up to it.

We had great fun at our neighbor’s place last night, and I won some money too! I’m afraid my other neighbor, and very good friend, is pissed at me. I cut off her alcohol last night and told her to drink water. She was way beyond inebriated, and had actually ticked a few people off. So, I cut her off. She didn’t like it. Two other gals walked her to her house. I called her around 11:30 or noon today to see how she was doing, and she was most definitely short and cold with me. That is very unlike her.

If she’s pissed, oh well. I was trying to look out for her. If she can’t understand that, then I guess we’re not as close as I thought we were. I’m not going to fret. I’m tired of drama.

Rosie, I’ve had the elevator shooting out of the building dream too! It’s pretty damn freaky.

MBG, nice room colors. I wish we would just bite the bullet and pay someone, but I am incredibly miserly with my money sometimes.

Jahdra, hang in there! You’re going to be fine.

I know there’s much more to addrees, but I’m tired. I think I’m going to watch a bit of TV, then head to bed.

Smooches and hugs to all!

Hey all,

It was a beyoootiful day here. The weather couldn’t be more perfect. . .80’s during the day and cool at night. Nice!

Rebo, wow, Ernie’s face was heart-wrenching. Poor doggie. Glad he’s better.

gt, I’m green with envy. I wish I had a Wild Oats in my area. I visited one in Phoenix, AZ when I was there once and it was really nice.

rosie, wow, those were some vivid technicolor dreams.

Jahdra, there’s no correcting resumes online once you’ve submitted them to Google? That seems odd. Maybe you can explain the correction when you’re in the interview.

swampy, appendages crossed. Good luck!

So I think my hands have stopped shaking enough for me to type.

I was walking home tonight from the supermarket when I got a call from Scottish Darling, who was slightly drunk and, as it turned out, only two blocks behind me. I paused to wait for her and decided to light a cigarette while I was standing still. She promptly collapsed in the grass beside me and we started to chat about random stuff. It was dark, but still pretty early - around 9pm. Suddenly I became aware of someone standing behind me, and looked up to see perhaps three guys standing over us. One of them said something like “Hi” or “Hey.” In the next heartbeat I felt a thrill of pure fear that I will never, ever forget. I had no idea what they wanted, but I knew instantly that something was going happen. Before I could even blink one of them had yanked my bag off my shoulder, so hard that the strap snapped. I had no chance to even yank it back or try to hold on to it. Then they took off. I was on my feet and after them before I could stop to think, screaming “Help!” and “Thief!” at the top of my lungs. Scottish Darling later told me that she had no idea what had just happened until I shouted back at her “Where’s the nearest emergency phone?” Fortunately there was one right across the street.

The police responded quite quickly, but of course the bastards got away. I filed a report - an empty gesture, I feel - then Scottish Darling and I went back to my place where I went through the tiring task of canceling credit cards, complicated by the fact that two of them were from Korea. I had to call my mom and briefly explain that my purse had been stolen without freaking her out too much before asking her to call the credit companies for me.

Damnit. I had my passport in there. AND my student ID. My iPod. My sunglasses (which are a relic from my more prosperous days and therefore were the most expensive thing in my bag, even including my iPod). My favorite sweater. My cellphone. Damn those bastards to the nth circle of hell. Fortunately I had 20 dollars in cash at most.

It happened not a block away from my apartment, on a street that is known to be one of the safer areas in Hyde Park. Guess it goes to show that you can never be too careful. I took all the precautions in the world when I visited to Rome, just to have my purse stolen in my own neighborhood. Damnit! Of course, it could have been so much worse. Scottish Darling said it was actually a good thing that the purse straps had snapped because if they hadn’t I probably would have tried to keep them from taking the bag, and who knows what would have happened then.

And it was my favorite bag, too. :frowning:

Ah well. I’ve read the MMP but am too traumatized at this point to respond appropriately. Hugs all round. And be safe!!!

First things first: gratz Well-Informed Rodent on the house!

OUCH HAZE!

It was a holiday here as well. My company calendar says “Whit Monday”, which translates to “Sunday was Pentecost”. When I told Mom it was a holiday in CH, F and D she exclaimed “and we as usual, more Catholic than the Pope!” - it hasn’t been a holiday in Spain since the late ‘70s because you know, we hafta show we’re all librul an’ modern an’ stuff so our succesive democratic governments have been knocking off any religion-based national holidays they could get away with. It used to be that the three “Lunes de Pascua”, i.e., the days after Christmas, Easter Sunday and Pentecost, were national holidays, but nowadays only Boxing Day is a Regional Holiday in two regions and Monday after Easter is a Regional Holiday in most of the country. Mom claims that her friends go all :smack: when they’re bemoaning “oh, and to think (Sts Peter and Paul… Whit Monday… Corpus… whatever) used to be a holiday!” and she tells them it’s one - in Germany! But not in “Catholic Spain,” 'cos we’re all modern. And librul. And we may have a reputation for having a lot of holidays but we’re sure trying to screw it up :stuck_out_tongue:

GAHHHHHH.

I’ve just realized several things.

  1. I can no longer access my Korean bank account, because both my debit card and the access codes I need for Internet banking were in my wallet. I’m not worried that they’ll be used because I highly doubt the f–kers know Korean, but I can’t get new ones any time soon - if ever. They usually require you to come in person, and of course the stupid banks are in Seoul.

  2. I only have a handful of money in my American bank account. Not enough to pay rent next month. All my cash was still in my Korean bank account - I was going to transfer it tomorrow.

  3. My passport can be replaced relatively easily, but my F-1 visa and my I-94 document cannot. Both were in my passport.

Plus that single moment of fear I felt still haunts me. It’s making my skin crawl. Damnit. I feel like such a baby. After all, no one was hurt, and it’s just a bag.

I need sleep. Night!

HazelNutCoffee, how awful!! I’m so sorry that happened to you. Beyond all the inconvenience involved, I’m sure there’s a feeling of violation of your privacy involved. Please take care of you.

Haze, contact the State Department, either through their webpage or through the Seoul embassy - since they have the record of granting you the visa, they should be able to tell you how to replace it.

The bank thing blows goats :frowning: it’s the reason I put Mom as co-signatary on my Spanish account a couple years back… if I lose my card, she can take money out or send it to the “local” account wherever I happen to be at the time. For some reason I’m 100% sure that she won’t take money out without asking me first (I’d never believe the same of one of my bros).

[MMP delurk]

My first (likely also last?) MMP post – for HazelNutCoffee.

What an awful experience! Beyond the terrible experience of being mugged right on your home turf; the fear and the insecurity, for you it must be even worse than what it’s like for someone in their own country and home – all these hoops you’re going to have to go through just to re-establish your financial life-line and even your very right to be there!
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Hope things get sorted out as soon and as painlessly as possible. And even then it will still be a traumatic experience for you :frowning:

Best wishes!

[MMP re-lurk]

Ouch, Haze - that sounds like a very nasty experience. Hope you get things sorted out soon though. Do you have to carry your passport around all the time? When you get your new one, maybe you could leave it somewhere safe?

Appropriate hugs, crossing of appendages and other responses to the rest of you, I’ve only skim-read the MMP today because you are just so talkative!

Yesterday was my bonus day off too, with which I did absolutely nothing productive. I could have cleaned the house, weeded the front border, washed the car, groomed the cats, changed the bedding, cleaned the windows, washed the curtains and mopped the floors. But then I though, why should I spend my bonus day off doing all that work when 'im indoors is spending his day sat on his lardy arse in front of WoSW? It just doesn’t seem right. So I did nothing at all of any consequence but my TBR pile has gone down by the count of one.

That sucks, Haze. I hope you can get everything straightened out.

Up and caffeinating; doctor’s appt. this morning then on to work.

Sorry to hear of the purse snatching, Haze! What a tremendous hassle, not to mention the stress, this has caused for you. Hope that your parents can wire/transfer funds to you somehow. Wow, what a mess! :frowning: You’re in my thoughts as you sort things out.

Appropriate appendages crossed for you, Swampy; the right job will come along soon. :slight_smile:

Very nice paint job, MBG! And thanks for the bonus pics of the kitties in there. :slight_smile: Hard to believe how big the former little Cuervo is now!

Sounds like you had a most productive weekend, FCM; great idea about the medallions too.

Must get ready for the docs. Happy Tuesday all. :slight_smile:

{{{Haze}}} That’s just awful! I’m sure you can get all the stuff straightened out but still, I can’t even begin to imagine how scared you felt/still feel.

Up and all caffienated here. It’ll be time to purty up soon and go interview at 10:00. Off I go!

Haze I’m so sorry you had to go thru that. It’s an awful thing and it’ll definitely be a while before you can shake that fear. I’m sorry about that, too, but it’s true.
I was burgled while I was living in a Levitt house (the residence before this one). (unaltered Levitt house entrances open onto the kitchen. The significance of this will be apparent later) In March of '90 or '91, I awoke at about 3am on night/morning for a “recycle” break. I stepped into the hall and sensed something was wrong, very wrong. It took a several seconds for it to register that my front door was wide open. I then checked to see that all my electronics were still there - they were. Then I noticed that on the floor of my mudroom were my pocketbook, the contents strewn all over the floor, and my cassette player/tapes carrier was also on the floor, open but with contents intact. My wallet was still there, and all the credit cards were still there but the cash and coins were gone. I called the police, they showed up within 15 minutes. They told me this perp was known as the Kitchen Bandit. They explained that many Levitt house residents often just left their belongings in the kitchen when they
came home at the end of the day, that this guy figured it out, and only burgled unaltered Levitt houses. I was glad of two things - that I hadn’t gone to the ATM like I had planned earlier in the day; that I hadn’t woken up any earlier than I did and caught him in the act. When I told friends and family what happened (come to think of it, I don’t think I ever told my parents) I said the burglar took $7, a pair of gloves (it was a very cold March), and my sense of security. I lived in that house for 4 more years, but never again felt completely safe in it.
It’s still early, I am going back to bed for a while.

Sorry about the mugging, Haze.

Sunday, I had ambulance duty. Unlike the last time (Mother’s Day), I had a run. An old guy taking some heavy duty meds for a condition stopped eating a couple days prior, and now the prescriptions were chewing up his stomach. When I walked in to the house, I was greeted by one of the best frat-boy belches I’ve heard in a long time. It would have been funny if he wasn’t so miserable.

Being as it was OJT for me, I had to take his vitals, which went OK except for his BP. He had a strong pulse, but I couldn’t hear anything after I pumped him up. :mad: I’ve been wondering if I’d choke, and I didn’t. I knew everything well enough that I performed once prompted, and even made a good call by suggesting he be put on oxygen.

I heard I did good, once we were back in the barn.

Our house was burgled when I was 11. Lilbro was about 20mo at the time. The burglars took my jewelry (few and fake), Mom’s (she still bemoans the loss of her engagement bracelet) and my canary’s life (poor Groc!)

When we moved two years later, Lilbro asked “Mom, is it cos we got robbed?” We hadn’t even talked about it that much except for that first week, but it had sure left an impression.

haze - I don’t even know where to start, that must have been paralyzingly awful.

I’m up, caffeinating , and working. Last night the wife and I took the old bedding out to pasture. We just have to rearrange the bedroom now so that things aren’t quite so crowded and disorganized. It’s amazing how big a difference a bed one size larger than your old one makes in the room.

Hank - Damn, that’s terrible! I’m sorry to hear about the snatching, but I’m relieved you weren’t hurt. I hope they at least find whatever of your belongings remain after they dump the bag (which they no doubt will). You probably won’t get your cell or iPod back though. That’s their next crack hit right there. Cowardly fart-huffing, goat-felching, toad-licking, putrescent, wobbling masses of benighted, weeping ambulatory crotch boils. I hope they fall into a sewer with their mouths wide open during the Superbowl halftime.

Bobbio - Glad to hear the EMT thing is working out! Sounds like you’re falling right into it.

BusDude - Nice paint jobs there! I heard of the colours and such and couldn’t picture how it wouldn’t look a bit riotous, but it really seems to work well.

Jah - You know, while the whole “you look better clothed” remark is snarky and cruel and something I’m sure was said purely out of spite because the guy was an asshole, there is a grain of truth in that there is much to be said for the art of strategic concealment that can do a lot more things to a man’s pulse than flat-out nekkidness can. :slight_smile:

**Haze, ** eek! I’m so sorry. Those assholes, not only to steal your purse but to cause you so much inconvenience and trouble after the fact.

Oh, Haze! How are you this morning, dear? I’m so sorry that happened- may those assholes burn in hell. Losing your cards and papers absolutely sucks. Is there any way for your parents to send you a money order or something for rent?

Lots of hugs.

Off to the bathroom to throw up.

Wow, Haze, that’s awful! Make sure you get a copy of the police report – you can probably show that to your landlord to explain why you’re going to be late with the rent, since you have to get funds sent from Korea. Hopefully they’ll understand. But that still sucks. :frowning: Good luck getting everything replaced/taken care of. I cannot imagine the hassle that must be!

Nice paint colors, MBG. It’s always interesting to see what people pick for their walls – I’m just never creative that way. We only repainted one place one time – because the guy had the bedrooms painted a dull grey, which was the most depressing color in the entire universe. With black curtains. :dubious: Anyway, we painted them all much warmer colors. Or, I should say, I painted them because I did about 99% of the work; I’m still not quite sure how that ended up, except that apparently Papa Tigs is smarter than I’d realized. :smiley: Anyway, I’m also looking forward to seeing FCM’s place all painted and whatnot! And boat pictures! I want to see boat pictures!

Alice dragged me out of bed this morning to run her to work – she had to drop her car off to get a little bit of work done to pass her state inspection to get local plates. She’s a good daughter, though – she had coffee ready for me when she hauled me out. She knows I don’t function without at least a couple of sips of coffee! And then I’ll pick her up and we’ll go see the doctor about the result of the MRI on her knee, see if there’s actually something wrong in there. She wants me along because she seems to think, for some strange reason, I have a little experience with bad knees. :smiley:

And other than that, it’s work and knit. Envy me my exciting life.