Don’t you need some kind of… upright target… for that? 
**Haze **-- I hope your folks will come around. At least they didn’t respond with outright hostility? Sorry for Teh Boring…
Smartie–sorry I missed your attempt at reading help. I read Eragon aloud to him last year. He just finished Riordan’s series (there’s only 4 books–dunno the name of the series; it’s about Greek gods and a kid named Percy and you know, battles for Earth and gods behaving badly in the toilets at school–mundane stuff).
Thanks to all of you for your good wishes. But here’s the thing (I always have a thing): I am exhausted today and in WORSE shape than yesterday. It’s like some kind of delayed reaction. I am shaky, prone to easy tears, moping and not hungry for breakfast (that is extremely unusual). I am sick to my stomach, too. I did sleep last night, so that’s good.
I basically just want to stare into space and do nothing.
Here’s the OTHER thing: in discussing this with TH this morning, he stated a position that I not only cannot agree with, but also leads me into more anxiety. He wants to find another position for Vile Ex-Boss (my new moniker for him) so that his “skills and talents don’t go to waste.” TH is more of a bleeding heart liberal than I am (and he’s Republican)! I pointed out to him that:
- VEB did this to himself.
- Criminal or civil charges may still be made.
- He doesn’t know the degree of perfidy, so therefore should not tacitly encourage more of it.
- since TH wants to pair an old college friend up with VEB for a start up company involving sub-prime mortgages and debt collection, it’s a bit of a busman’s holiday for VEB and why would you sacrifice such an old friend for someone who can’t be trusted?
TH says he’s just throwing ideas out there–but I can tell he feel responsible (god knows how) for VEB’s losing his job. He kept saying to me, “I’m blue skying this”. I am not sure just “blue skying” means, but I told him, “it’s not a blue sky; it’s the eye of a hurricane.”
Do you see why I want to drink/drug/kick puppies? We left it on the hurricane note.
(and how ACOA is this need to make everyone “right”? He can’t “fix” VEB. He shouldn’t even try, although VEB is well connected throughout the industry and get make things difficult for all by spreading scurrilous crappola).
My head hurts. Advice, sympathy, even whaps upside the head are welcome (under the principle of taking my mind off this stuff). Gah.
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((((rigs))))
Nat finally fell asleep at nine-thirty, and I am ignoring noise that mean he may be awake already. Go back to sleep, kid. Whenever he’s really awake, we’re off to the walk-in clinic on the next block. I have decided waiting to see our own doctor isn’t feasible. We’ll go down the checklist and see if they can figure anything out.
I think I need to eat breakfast.
Love you all. Thank you for letting me vent.
Hi!!!
:: waves ::
My nose hurts.
Frinin’ grindstone…
Morning, all. Lots happened while I was busy working last night, I see!
First, yay! for TH not only not losing his job, but moving up. However, he really, really should keep his nose out of keeping VEB employed. Especially if he’s caught up in this subprime mess. The FBI is raiding companies all over the country and hauling folks off to jail. Why would he want to screw an old friend for the sake of a possible criminal?
{{{Pie}}} Apparently at some point someone landed that curse on you, “May you have an interesting life.” Here’s hoping your life gets less interesting in the very near future!
Sorry about the troubles with sisters and godfathers and non-sleeping babies up in Canuckistan. I hope you can find out why Nat isn’t sleeping, LiLi; believe me, you have my sympathy, after Young Tiger.
Hugs, yays, boos, to the rest of you!
I’d better shut up and get back to work. Not only do I have mountains of it, but Kyle the Affordable Handyman is coming in just over an hour to replace the dryer vent pipe and figure out why one of the phone jacks went dead a few days ago. Kyle’s wife Sandy does overnight dogsitting for our dogs, so they adore him and want to “help” him. However, since he’ll be working under the house, I really don’t think that’s a very good idea, for some strange reason. So I’ll have to ride herd on them while he’s here. Stoopid dogs.
ETA: Thanks for the interest in my tenterhooks story. I’ve had a few of 'em over the years. The tax protestor trials were particularly fun. If by “fun” you mean first thing I’d do is figure out where I was gonna dive when the bullets started flying! 
Haze I bet the 'rents come around to The Guy in time. Especially if he visits you in Seoul. Willingness to do that has got to prove sump’n.
rigs perhaps TH will realize he does not need to help VEB. I have a feeling TH is feeling a little guilt about bein’ named President but will soon get over that as he gets involved with his new duties.
I scored first in the high school science feud! Like I said in that thread, stayin’ awake in high school biology on occasion appears to have finally paid off.
Ok, gotta eat my sammich and get back to work. Fortunately, I seem to have come upon a really easy batch of apps and could be finished in a couple hours. After all the mumblin’, mispronounciations, errs, uhhhhhs, mmmms, etc I was hearin’ it’s such a relief.
Later Y’all!
{{{rigs}}}
And {{{LiLi}}}. Lack of sleep is Not Fun.
gt, I really liked The Faith Club. It was interesting both to hear about different religions and to see how the 3 of them (the women) interacted. It also made me realize how little I know about other faiths, including other Christian ones like Catholicism or the Orthodox ones (i.e. Greek, Russian, or Eastern Orthodox). But at the same time, I still don’t know how to ask my friends about their religion. It’s just such a personal subject. I think in a lot of contexts it’s easier to ask about someone’s sex life than their religion! That doesn’t quite seem right.
I think I’d have a tough time picking a favorite month. I think the answer would have to be “whichever one it is now!” Except for maybe February and March. They’re just cold and yucky, usually without anything to make up for it. But the spring is so pretty. And June has all the really lovely flowers, especially the peonies and iris. And the summer months are great, especially when you’re sitting next to the pool. And the fall’s beautiful. And then there’s Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Year’s. What’s not to like?
Thanks! I think I’m going to have to try that sometime.
Or convince KeithT to make them instead! I like the less-work-for-taxi plan.
I think I want a nickname for KeithT. He hasn’t posted to the dope in years, he’s let his membership lapse, and I don’t really like how personally-identifiable his username is. Can anyone come up with a nickname for my hubby?
How about Louie? Or, better yet, Reverend Jim?*
*old TV reference
LiLi, I don’t suppose you could threaten to sit in the doctor’s waiting room with a wailing infant until they can squeeze you in, stat? Hope it’s nothing serious and that it’s just Gnat being as stubborn as one would expect, given his genes.
Pie, sorry about the table… glad it was only the sloppy joe sauce that had to go (mostly because I don’t like sloppy joes, so their proper place in this world is the trash anyways).
So, more info about why sister got the boot. Sorry, it’s a long one.
The first thing she starts talking about when she walks in the door is whether or not I can book lunch on the 17th, since she and fiance are driving through town. Unfortunately, work is still very disorganized in terms of letting me know what I’ll be doing the next few days/weeks, so it’s really up in the air as to where I’ll be on the 17th and whether I’ll be able to take lunch. So I suggest dinner, but apparently this isn’t suitable - they’re leaving at the crack of dawn the next morning and need their sleep.
All well and good - work tends to get in the way sometimes. But apparently, this is the only time and the only day that I can meet future BIL - this is his only trip up to Canada to visit, and they’ll be moving to the US directly after their wedding in May.
But it’s okay, she says… I’ll be invited to a reception in Kingston when they come back from their wedding. :dubious:
Which is when it comes out that I’m not invited to the wedding. They’re eloping somewhere exotic, paying for two of her best friends to fly down (because they’re her “real” family), but blood relatives are not welcome. Clearly, I was a little offended and told her as much - quite calmly, might I add.
In response, she threw a hissy fit about my “selfish opinions on Her Day”, and how I had no right to tell her how to run Her Wedding.
She then decided that she didn’t want to join us for my 30th birthday dinner, which we’d planned well in advance, and instead chose to spend those 2 hrs sulking on the couch. This, BTW, is the third time in a row this year that she has ruined a family night out with these sorts of tantrums.
After another 20 minutes of the silent treatment once we got home, I told her she could either act like a civilised adult and acknowledge those in the room (including The Boy, who thankfully wasn’t home for the initial blow-up), or she could get the hell out. It’s my goddamn house, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to provide room and board for a spoiled child who isn’t even capable of basic social niceties.
So she opted to get the hell out. Good riddance.
The kicker? My sister is a PhD student, with a Masters in Social Psych. Ooh… the irony.
Are you kidding, muppet?? They are the most effed up of all. 
Good news on TH, rigs.
Let us know what you find out about Nat, li-li.
Here’s what I’m busy with today. My firm is their PR agency and we are doing a BEEG reception this afternoon for media. Anybody want to make book on how long before it becomes the “Big O?” 
Oy oy oy oy. Me? Stubborn? I am not stubborn! Everyone just happens to give me my own way all the time! I wish
Okay, the “It’s My Day” nonsense should be shot down with machine guns. It is not Your Day. You get no Princess Points for being married, and the best way to guarantee that something will go all to hell is to put huge expectations on it. I would be massively insulted, too. Idiot. She really still is an enormous brat.
“Real Family?”
Of course, I brought fifteen of our closest friends on my honeymoon, but my family was invited to the wedding, at least.
The walk-in doctor (less faith in than my family doc) says he think it’s just teething and blocked tubes. I think it’s probably teething, blocked tubes, and a horrible sleep schedule all combined. Possibly hunger, too. I’ll feed him french fries pronto. I might actually start him on cereal, just to see.
Poor kidlet.
Also, isn’t it possible to have dinner, oh, fairly early, and still be up at the crack of dawn? Idiot sister.
Oh, lord. It occurs to me that Best Friend is your sister’s age. A much more reasonable person, though. Much. What sort of hissy fits are Philosophy grad students supposed to throw?
LiLi- are you set up to receive PMs?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I just got an email from financial aid saying I don’t qualify for financial aid next semester because all I took was Thesis (after I dropped the linguistics class from hell). THESIS COUNTS FOR A FULL NINE HOURS! IT’S AN EXPANDABLE CLASS! I QUALIFY, MOFOS!
This seriously dented my day. Fortunately Negative Lady has offered to help me fill out the form and talked me out of my crying jag.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate ECU financial aid? I want to blow them up. With bombs.
Mahna–I had to laugh. I have had my one year old (now known as #1 son) vomit all over me–my hair and winter coat etc and not been able to jump the queue.
Now, re Bridezilla, she needs to get over herself right quick. I kind of pity her fiancee, but my jury is still out, because he IS marrying her. What is it with brides who go nuts through the whole planning thing? Sure there are a lot of details, but it all seems so over the top now–I almost want to encourage my kids to elope. Borrow the DEAD wet trout and whap her upside the head for me.
I feel better. I ate something and then started to clean up #1 son’s room. It’s raining here, on and off, so yard work is out. I found I feel better doing something. I think I had excess adrenaline to get rid of, if that makes sense.
Philosophy students are supposed to throw Socratic hissy fits. I read it in Wikipedia.
Bridezilla needs more than one slap with that DEAD wet trout. Many, to be specific. Preferably on her Insanely Expensive Dress. Nothing like dead fish juice to freak a bridezilla out.
And as luck would have it, it turns out that Kyle the Affordable Handyman is not only a jack-of-all-trades, but is an old telecom guy – got laid off by an Evil Big Phone Company a few years ago and decided to strike out on his own. So not only is he replacing the dryer vent, but instead of messing with the stupid dead phone jack inconveniently located in the tiny center hallway of the house (presumably from when people still only had one phone in a house), he’s going to install two new jacks, one in my office and one in the living room.
This may not be our house, but one reason Landlord (Currently In Iraq) likes us so much is that we take care of stuff around the house when it gets messed up, and get it fixed promptly and right. This means we can take down all the phone wires that have been snaking around the front part of the house from the splitter in that stupid hallway jack, and will actually have the phone stuff installed correctly for a welcome change. It’s about frigging time – I’ve hated that hallway jack since we moved in. Plus KtAH charges a lot less than paying the Evil Big Phone Company, so we are not complaining. (Even though we’re passing the cost off to L(CII), obviously.)
Back to work. Every time I turn around, the pile seems to grow larger. Oy gevalt.
Damned if I know. Philosophy undergrad students throw very rational and deductively logical hissy fits, though. 
And yes, for those who have suggested it, Little Sis needs a slap with a dead wet trout, but I’ve pretty much decided to give up on her as a lost cause. The wedding is just her latest excuse to play Drama Queen… she’s used the overworked grad student excuse, the child of divorced parents excuse, the emotionally abused victim abuse… this excuse just happens to be conveniently bundled with a pretty dress and tiara for the princess.
She’s always been a terror unless she gets her own way all the time, and her friends have been carefully selected to present no challenge. From what I’ve seen and heards, her fiance lets her stomp all over him too, since she’s clearly the one calling the shots not only in terms of their wedding, but also their plans for their life together afterwards. Poor shmuck… I feel bad for him - he just has no clue what awaits him.
GAH! I’m getting tired of everything smelling like my sister- and brother-in-law’s garage where they keep their turnouts. Some folks might think it smells like danger and excitement, but to me, it just smells like smoke.
Update on T-Boned Neighbor. I drove him over to the bank and grocery store last night. His van is totaled, and the worse insult is that he’d just filled the tank, so in addition to being out a van, he’s out about $100 worth of gas.
And, in just slightly more momentous news, we’re getting married on Saturday. Just a simple “Do you? … Do you? You are.”
I think Robert Fulghum’s essays on Big Huge Weddings That Blew Up Spectacularly should be required reading for everyone once they start planning weddings.
The wet trout that are used to slap Bridezillas are required by law to not only be dead, but rotting. And they have to wear their wedding gowns while they’re being slapped.