Haze, I’m glad you’re both all right. How scary!
The cops were “visiting” the house across the street this morning. They seem to stop by about every other day, but Screaming Neighbor is still in jail. I suppose the boyfriend is a person of interest. One thing I’ll say for him, he’s cleaned and fixed up the place quite a bit since she’s been in jail. The front yard’s not blue anymore!
Oh, Haze, how awful for you! I hope you get your paperwork in order soon, and that you get over the scary feelings sooner.
Who was that masked lurker? Welcome, Someone Special! Come back soon and set a spell…
Back to work today, and I have to remodel an ancient part 'cos we just didn;t know what we were doing 10 years ago. It’s a pain, but kinda fun. At least I’m modeling, instead of being a drawing checker!
I’m already ready for more time off! (Imagine that!) I have the Friday off after 4th of July on Wednesday - so I will take a vacation day on Thurs the 5th, and have a 5 day weekend! Woo-hoo!
Later, gators.
Thank you! And really, you should de-lurk more often, muggings or no. 
Thanks, everyone, for the sympathy. rosie, that sounds like it must have been a terrible exeperience. I can’t imagine someone actually breaking into my own home.
I wouldn’t mind losing the iPod (well, I would, but whatever) but I was absurdly attached to my sunglasses. Plus I had photos in my wallet that I don’t have doubles of. Ah well.
I’ll find some way to cope, money-wise. The only thing that worries me is my rent, but we’ll figure something out. If worst comes to worst I can ask my godparents to help me out.
Well, it looks to be a busy day for me - first things first, going to go replace my cellphone, then house keys, then debit card for Citibank. Hope everyone has a lovely day!
Look at you, somewhat cheerful! I’m so sorry that happened to you, Haze! My former husband was mugged in Chicago, eons ago, and ended up with an enormous fist-sized bruise in the middle of his chest. He was always grateful the guy took the money and threw the wallet back, apparently with a not-particularly-heartfelt, “sorry” too. 
I was hideously productive over the holiday, house-cleaning-wise. We now live in a semi-inhabitable home again. 
Actually, it was just the laundry that was threatening World Domination. I bid my two older children goodbye for their first two-week stay with their dad (the aforementioned mugee) … but the good part is, they’re staying the summer during the day with their aunt, who also keeps Little Baby Cherry, so I see them every morning and after work! Works out good, it does!
Almost time for yoga!
Post-op critters, assorted Icks and Yuckies, purse-snatching… Good heavens, what parallel universe have I fallen into?
Had none of those here, at least, but I do have a gate-sized backache. Our side gate finally collapsed on Saturday. It had been off its hinges for months as we had to remove it and one of the side posts so a stump grinder could be brought in, and never got back to re-mounting it. We’d just lean it sort of in place, but it finally died. So, off to Bear Depot for wood. I knew what I wanted to do, but DH had fancier plans involving lattice and dog-ear boards. He was quite enamored with a pre-fab fence panel that he thought was cheaper than building our own, but he couldn’t see The Big Picture of how it was not the same size as the hole in the fence, and we’d spend more filling in the hole to fit, compared to building something that fits. And that we’re hoping to afford replacing all of the fence next year, so this is relatively temporary. I finally won when I pointed out he was looking at fence panels, rather than gates, so they didn’t have the bracing to survive hanging in the air from one edge, rather than nailed immobile.
Off to the boards - he kept rejecting wood “It’s chipped! That one’s got black spots!” and so forth. My response? “They’re fence boards! They’re going to be outside! They’re going to get spots!”
To make a long story semi-short, I build a gate to fit exactly in place - 45¼" - definitely larger or smaller than any pre-fab thing. And that summabich is heavy! Probably a good 100 pounds of redwood, and that’s where back meets ouch. But, it looks good and works.
Oh, **mbg ** - nice to see someone else who’s not afraid of color!
Hi, all! I do believe this is the first time I’ve not posted to the MMP on Monday. Must be slipping.
mbg, lovely colors and I dig the window treatments.
haze, that totally sucks but I am glad you are alright.
rosie, your dreams are waaaaay more interesting than mine.
taters, neighbor friend needs to to some self-examining if she’s angry with you because SHE doesn’t know when to stop.
I had a very nice weekend. Went to see Pirates on Sunday with The Princess[sup]TM[/sup]. Loved it. Looks like Transformers and Die Harder will be good summer movies, too.
Yesterday she, the boy chld and I took all our four-leggeds to the dog park. It’s a nice one with a great big sandy beach on a local lake. There were chihuahuas to Mastiffs and every single one was having fun to beat the band in the water. The family dogs all had a blast and I was grateful to find both of mine can swim. I did get a little burn on my shoulders, though.
Oh, yeah, I meant to tell you all my vet told me that they don’t usually give pain meds to post op dogs and cats because you can’t tell them to take it easy if they aren’t feeling any pain. If they are hurting, they will not move around and cause problems to the surgery site.
Haze here’s hopin’ you’re able to get everything straightened out.
gotti does DH also have a backache? If not, he needs to be showin’ some “appreciation” for that gate. 
I’m back from interviewin’ and mailin’ off a bunch of resumes and apps. I put several together earlier this morning figurin’ since I was out I might as well do a bunch of stuff.
I have a beef roast with carrots and N.O.T. in the crock pot and it smells wunnerful! I’m thinkin’ steamed green beans and cornbread will make it all perfect. Gotta make up for last week’s slack off in the cookin’ department.
MBG the paint job looks jake.
This has given me a case of the giggles.
Hey! Where is everybody?
I went out to the pool for a bit and floated around on my float. ‘Twas nice. Anywho, I came back inside and decided I had to pee. I went into the bathroom and there was a fly floatin’ in my terlet! Poor thing! I reckon it had just had enough of life and suicided in my terlet! What a tragic way to go. So I gave Mr./Ms. Fly a fittin’ send off. I peed on it and flushed.
Ah yes, the burial at sea.
Well, in septic tank.
Hee hee, terlet.
Our phones aren’t working. We’ve been disconnected, looks like. I didn’t realize this till the boss came in and asked me to check the phone, since it hadn’t rung and I hadn’t needed to make any calls. I just thought it was quiet. :smack:
OK, I need for the guys to explain this to me - it’s gotta be a guy thing…
Over the weekend, my sweetie lost a filling - a big ol’ hunk o’silver fell out of a tooth. He wanted me to call and make him an appointment for late in the day - told me any day, just please call. So this morning I did. The best I could get him was 1:30 Thurs, so I called and left a message at his work number.
About 30 minutes later he called me all huffy, wanting the Dr’s name and number so he could call and make an appointment. I asked if he’d gotten my message, and he said no. I told him about 1:30 on Thurs, and he got all huffy again - after all, he’d just been off work for 2 weeks. Um, duh - I know that. Anyway, I gave him the number and he was going to call himself.
WHY WHY WHY would he ask me to call in the first place? I don’t know his detailed work schedule. I don’t know when he has meetings or training or any of that other stuff. I can’t even make the call from my office - I have to go out and use my cell (which I’m not allowed to bring into the building). This isn’t the first time by a long shot. Yet I dare not suggest that he call and make arrangements, even tho that’s what he ends up doing.
WHY WHY WHY?!?!?!? Can someone 'splain it to me? <sigh>
Hugs to {{{Haze}}} - stoopit thieves! Glad you weren’t hurt, tho.
**swampy ** - how did the interview go? Did they *lurve * your faaaaaabulousness?
**Bobbio ** - have you learned how to do IVs yet? The one and only time I was hauled off in an ambulance, the it took 2 EMTs FIVE TRIES to set my IV. Have I ever mentioned I have crappy veins??
I’d address more stuff, but I need to change and go wash my car. It’s disgusting. Back later…
No IVs for me. I’m working for EMT-B, which stands for Bandaid. Those are given by EMT-Is, which, oddly enough, stands for IV. 
EMT-I is the next level. I’d like to do it, but VWife is pissed off about the time I’ve taken for -B classes as it is. She doesn’t understand I can haul her smoking hiney out of a fire and treat her injuries with all the stuff I’m doing.
Today has not been good. I have just reached the eating stage. I’m going to try to wash some dishes before work, but I may not be able to. Blerg.
I just found out yesterday that Young Stupid Co-Worker has becoming coming to work with mono. WIth mono! To work with the public! Mr. Lissar is even more pissed off than I am, and is thinking about stopping in to scream at him, because of the pregnancy/exposing pregnant co-worker thing.
FCM this job was at a Youth Detention Center. I don’t think one can wow anybody who has to deal with bad younguns all day. Matter of fact, I don’t know if I can deal with that but we shall see. I could do it while lookin’ elsewheres I suppose if’n offered. I do believe they were impressed with my counseling skills though.
As to the FCD tooth thing. I’d be inclined to tell him it is his responsibility to get his own appointment bein’ as he’s all growed up and stuff. Besides, it’s his mouth and filling. If it hurts enough he’ll find a way to get it taken care of. I’m an old grouch I guess cause I wouldn’t put up with stuff like that.
Tel the phones at work were cut off or just not workin’? Cause if it’s the cut off thing, I’d be kinda worried about employment… just sayin’.
Bobbio set her on fire then show her what you’ve learned.
ETA LiLi stoopid cow-orker should be taken out back and shot. I hope he now knows to stay home? :mad:
swampy, I think you’d be faaaaabulous with the “yoots.” Specially since you know how to give TEH LOOK!
fcm, I think it’s an offshoot of “kiss it and make it better” syndrome. I could be wrong.
li-li, stoopit cow-orker!! :mad:
I am ready to go home. Having yesterday off has made me lazy.
I can’t explain it, FCM. Papa Tigs often asks me to call and make him appointments, but he gives me exactly what times he is and isn’t available beforehand, and the reason he asks me to call is because I have easier access to both the phone and the time to make said call than he does. Although there are times when he tries and can’t get a decent appointment, and then I try and get him exactly what he wanted. It’s usually because he forgets to provide the key info, like when he hurt his hand and I told him to call my orthopod’s practice for an appointment and tell 'em his wife is a patient of Dr. O. He called, but neglected to mention me, and they tried to make him wait two weeks. So when I called the next morning? Same day appointment. Also, I’m better at getting appointments than he is because I don’t get all huffy all fast if they don’t give me what I want the first try; I use the honey-works-better-than-vinegar approach and it almost always pays off. I can’t convince him of that, however.
Maybe FCD wanted you to make the call so he’d feel like he was being taken care of? Because every man I’ve ever known turns into a little boy who wants his mommy when something goes wrong health-wise. That’s at least one explanation, albeit possibly not a good one.
We ran around for a while today, and now I’m trying to bring myself to work again. Hasn’t happened yet. But at least I got Papa Tigs his 2¢ stamps he’s been needing so he can mail out the one or two bills that still actually need to be paid with physical checks.
Stoopid coworker needs to get a new one ripped for him, LiLi! I hope Mr. LiLi goes in and lets him have it, he deserves it! Idiot!
No, he’s still coming in. He doesn’t think he’s infectious anymore, so what would be the problem? :dubious: :eek: :mad:
Cut off, swampy. And as for that, I’ve been worrying about this job ever since I got it. It’s kind of a touch and go operation at times.
Holy crap. What a selfish douche. He should be locked up.
Ellen - yeah, I’m just glad nothing worse happened. At least they didn’t hit me or threaten me with a weapon, the *&%#$s.
So I’ve got keys, cellphone, and debit card. The most difficult thing is my passport, of course. I’ll be visiting the consulate tomorrow.