A Very Memorable MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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{{{SpiceyOne}}} Here’s hoping it’s something completely innocuous. Push your doctor’s office to get you appointments ASAP, for your peace of mind if nothing else.

And I fourteenth the suggestion to go to one counseling session even if you don’t feel you need it, Haze. Sometimes it takes a while for stress to crop up, and it can be in the most surprising times and places. So at least having a baseline of counseling to work from would probably be a Very Good Thing.

Welcome to the loony bin, Special One! Please do keep your predators at home; I raised two of them myself, and they’ve both now turned into real humans, so I don’t want them contaminated by predators again. :smiley: And as for the weekend thing, I have only one thing to say: Pbbbbbtht!

I finally had a bright idea last night, and instead of all my various knitting patterns floating around as clumps of pages stapled together, I dug out the old box of sheet protectors (that I had from my choral days – makes page turning SO much easier and quieter!) and put each pattern into one. Papa Tigs’ assignment today is to find an old 3-ring binder for me that would otherwise get tossed out and bring it home so I’ll have a place to keep all the stuff in one place. And even organize it and everything. Even when I’m using a pattern from a book, I type out the pattern separately since I don’t like messing with trying to hold a book open while knitting, so this should be a good solution.

And speaking Papa Tigs, the poor guy had just gotten to sleep last night when the phone rang. I grabbed it in my office before the phone in the bedroom rang – it’s always about a half a ring behind the rest of the house, for some reason – so it didn’t even wake him up. But of course then it was for him. His successor at his contractor job is on leave, so one of the guys on the help desk didn’t know who else to call about a question he had (a legitimate one, for a change – he’s called with some really stupid and annoying questions in the wee hours before), so he decided to call his old boss. So I had to go wake Papa Tigs up. He didn’t seem to be sleeping very soundly the rest of the night, so I hope he feels better today than I’m afraid he did. Getting awakened right after you go to sleep can really wreak havoc with a good night’s sleep, can’t it?

I should try to get some work done now, I guess. I don’t wanna, but it’s not like I get a vote in whether it needs to be done or not!

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hAPPY hUMP dAY!

: turns capslock off:

I hate it when that happens. I have to type all my notes on drawings in caps - I didn’t feel like re-typing. Looks kinda humpy, doesn’t it? :wink:

I’m glad you’re posting, special one! The more the merrier around here… There is no way anyone can keep up, so feel free to reply to whatever, and post whatever - there are no rules in here! But you know that - how long have you been lurking anyway? Since the Rue days?

{{{tarra}}}

I agree with the others, Haze. One session wouldn’t hurt, ya know? I have a very stupid story to tell of my mugging. I was about 18 (back when 18 was legal drinking age) and parked my car on a dark side street, on my way into a bar. A car stopped in the street, and two guys asked me for directions. I walked up to the car and started to tell them how to get there, when the passenger took a gun out and “showed” it to me. (He didn’t point it at me, just held it parallel to the car.) he asked me for my money. I was all, “Aw man, you don’t want to do this.” I was thinking, I only have $20 and that’s my drinking money!" I was stupid and cocky, and had my thumbs in my back pockets. I was too nervous to just walk away, though. Suddenly, I realized I had three singles in my back pocket. So I said to them, “You want my money? HERE!” And I threw the $3 in his face and walked away, a bit worried that he’d shoot me, but still acting cocky. They drove off. I didn’t turn to look at the license plate, which I regretted. I did call the cops, and all they said was, “That’s what you get being in this part of town!” :eek: Whatever. So basically, I was pissed off at the whole situation. I got a bit scared later, but got over it quickly. This happened over 30 years ago. (Damn, I’m old!) I still think you should talk to someone, though.

(I did go into the bar and had plenty of drinks bought for me!)

Later.

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Well, YIPE, Dolores! I’ve very lucky; my car has been broken in to exactly once and that was many years ago; no thefts or crime violence since then, Thank God.

MamaTigs I forgot to mention to you – I, Ellen, personally know llamas and alpacas! There are farms here in Kentucky which raise them, and probably a lot of other states too. But, a farm I did a story on several years ago raises them for breeding stock, as well as sells the fleece. They also do “llama treks” where you pack your stuff on the llama and go for a hike. Fun! I’ve been kicking myself for years that I didn’t buy an alpaca sweater one year when they had a fair at the farm. Spinners and weavers were there selling their wares and someone had knitted this gorgeous sweater using, I swear, natural purple alpaca fleece, and designed alpacas silhouettes into the front. I still want that sweater!

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it could be bunnies…
sorry, I couldn’t resist

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eta: new PTist hasn’t shown yet, so I cannot answer the “dude or dud” question. But he’ll be here soon.

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I know I haven’t been around much lately and I’m sorry. I’m just posting to extend my sympathies to Haze.

What happened to you is one of my nightmares. I don’t have a birth certificate, being born in India. The only way for me to apply for a passport is my naturalization certificate, of which I only have one, and of course it costs like $300 to replace.
Plus I have only one copy of my adoption papers, and have no idea even remotely how to replace them. Is the adoption agency still even solvent?
And to adopt me in the first place, my adoptive parents needed my father’s death certificate. Got that from India. Without that, I wouldn’t be able to get another copy of my adoption papers!

All of these papers, along with my passport, are locked up in my safety deposit box. I can’t imagine the hoops I’d have to jump through to get some of these back. I don’t know how long it would take to get this stuff from India.

Why am I saying all this? To let you know just how much I sympathize. I know exactly the feeling and those people have no idea how much trouble they have caused. I wish they did.

There is always a small possibility they may take the credit cards/money and ditch the rest of the purse, in which case there is a chance some kind soul may take it upon themselves to return it to you. I would recommend putting up posters in the area. “Stolen” Purse. I don’t care about the money, but the papers were very important. Small reward for returning." with a description, or some such thing.

Either way, your story makes my skin crawl and I’m so sorry it happened to you. Lots of love and hugs.

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It’s Mika! Hey Mika! Come back and play some more.

The job interview… ummmm… ewwwww… no thanks. Of course I did not say that during the interview. I have decided that I cannot deal with bad younguns. Oh, I can do the job I just don’t wanna! Plus lock up places do oogy me.

Once, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay long time ago, I had a job interview at a state prison in Alabammy. The position was “Diagnostic and Classification Specialist”. That means give newly arriving prisoners lots of tests to determine which type of prison they’d be sent to serve their sentences. Ok, nice place. Really. Well, for a prison. The place I would be working was nice, clean, even new. The break area, really nice, clean and again new. The job, well, that was right up my alley cause I like that kinda stuff. However, all these doors slammin’ shut behind me. The idea that for eight hours I could be nowhere but there. I got oogied. I was offered the job but declined it. I got reminded of all this today. I’m weird.

Oh and the smoke! ICK! It’s just everywhere today. Thick burnt up woods and critters smellin’ smoke. My sinuses are achin’ and my eyes are all red and watery. No outside time for da bear today! ICK!

ETA: Bobbio :stuck_out_tongue: just cause.

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Hiya, swampy.

I do have some news - do y’all know I’m meeting our very own Mr Bus Guy this Saturday? I’ll be passing his neck of the woods and he’s agreed to meet me at the airport for a cup o’ joe.

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There must be pictures (or at least one)

PTist left a little while ago - nice guy - late 40s. Married. Pleasant looking. And I did my inner stairs (7 fairly steep and kinda short (riser to riser) steps) 3 times! But using both railings, not using the crutch but for 2 steps before I felt fearful again. We’ll try it again on Friday.

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Thanks for reminding me “bring the camera, stupid” (said to self)

I think mika might be able to pick out the old bald guy in the crowd, but I’ve taken measures, which shall not be spoken of in advance, to ensure she will spot me in the crowd.

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Stapling a dead chicken to your chest?

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I’ll be wearing a black shirt/blouse and green pants. Please, no dead chickens!

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Well, you heard 'er. Use only a live chicken.

So, not a hugely busy day today but a bit of running around all the same. Butter chicken for lunch. Mmmm.

Off to tend the phones.

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Home (for a couple hours now). Ended up skipping lunch altogether due to too much work :eek: Not a good thing. And it’s going to be like this for all of June, too, most likely – big delivery (Software project – I’m a SW engineer cum junior manager type) in July.

Bright side is I managed to eat a moderately sized dinner, so at least my weight will be favorably affected by missing lunch.

All this talk of food reminds me – how’s it going today, Li-Li?

Dolores – no, I haven’t been lurking forever, only about oh, maybe 3 months – but I think I have a basic idea of how things work here.

**Haze **-- how is document restoration working out so far? And access to funds? (And, OK, I’ll admit it, I just like playing with your name, trying different colors, too :))

MBG, **Mika **-- I’m jealous. Especially as I doubt I’m going to get a chance to meet other Dopers in the flesh any time soon, if ever!

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Has anyone seen Draelin lately?

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Today is going very well, thanks. I’ve had three pieces of toast and a can of ginger ale. It’s the Special Nutritious Pregnancy Diet (Contains No Vegetables).

Bother. My elderly aunt who broke her hip during the winter has been fainting and not telling anyone. My dad is with her and my uncle at the hospital. My uncle has Alzheimer’s, and they’re both pretty frail. She doesn’t want to be moved out of her home, so she pretends everything is fine. Bother.
I suggest like ferrets for stapling. If nothing else works, Mika will be able to identify you by the smell.

Nope. Drae hasn’t been around much for months. Mika, have you talked to her recently?

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I haven’t talked to Drae in a while, either. I’ll e-mail her. I really want to do the Ren Faire thing with you guys this year again, and maybe we can get rosie and some others to come, too, if rosie feels better this year. Plus maybe Spats can be persuaded.

A live chicken would be awesome if MBG would bring it to the airport!

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I closed on my house - YAY!

Movers came yesterday - YAY!

I am mostly unpacked - YAY!

:smiley: :smiley: :smiley:

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Headline: Mexican arrested for bringing livestock into airport, claims it was a joke"

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Tarra, sending good vibes and healing thoughts your way.

Today’s interview went well. Apparently, I’m not asking for enough money, as she said my salary requirements were “very reasonable.”

As soon as I came home and changed, the phone rang. It was another recruiter with a temporary assignment. At AnotherBig4 firm. I agreed to the interview, contingent on this being strictly temporary. I will not work for another Big 4 firm on a long term basis. This particular firm goes through employees like Kleenex, though, so I don’t know if I really want to work there. But I’m curious, so I agreed to the interview. And I would like to have some money coming in. Famous last words.

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I hope I’ll be able to join you guys. That really depends on how much I have to drink on Friday night. :wink:

Someone Special, glad you decided to post. I still haven’t been able to stop by the consulate - it’s a bad time for me because I have so much shit I need to do in general, even without this whole debacle.