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Any veteran out there - I am in awe.
Tis Friday. Whoohoo! I am very grateful for that fact. I am leaving work in a bit I came in early as I have to leave early for PT but I also finished all my crap I have to do and didn’t take a lunch so I can sneak out even earlier and swing by the mawl near the office while it will be relatively quiet for some mr ems Christmas shopping.
Happy weekend peoples!
First!
Rosie’s sig to everyone. I’m completely overwhelmed with work today almost to the point of inaction. It’s taken all I have not to crawl in bed and just let it all go. So far I’ve accomplished not even 25% of what needs to be done.
{{{{{{{{group hugs!}}}}}}}}
Back from a very late lunch, very early supper. We went to the good Chinese place and I’s stuffded. Before that, I assembled a shelf unit,then unpacked my boxes of books and sorted thru the books and non-book stuff held therein. I found a 2" thick folder of xeroxed pages - you see, kiddies, back in the olden days before email and forwards, people made photocopies of cartoons and jokes and humorous “forms” and songs and such. I’d been collecting them for years, and I hadn’t looked at them for at least 8 years, so I just tossed 'em all. Recycled, not garbage.
I also found a Navigation course book from 1917, and a health book from 1908. Anyway, the books I’m going to keep are on the new shelves, the ones I don’t want will be offered to a used book store near here, and if they don’t want them, it’s recycle city. 
I’m going to assume the knit position and watch *Tootsie *- my last Netflix disk rental. We’re strictly streaming now. Tomorrow, there’s a big auction in Oakville and we’re going to go just to see what it’s all about. But for now, I think I’ll be logging out. Try to muddle along without me!
Home from irk, dindin consumed (leftovers) and we’ve given each other a haircut.
Given each other a haircut… ummmm… could that possibly be the gayest post of the week?
Since we both sport buzz cuts, we just cut each other’s hair. It’s cheaper and looks as good as when we’d go to a haircut place.
This post just gets gayer and gayer don’t it!
Irked, came home. dogs are walked and cookied, and martini has been consumed(I needed some Vitamin O). Gonna watch the hockey game on TV, and text with my “just friend”:).
This post pegged my Gaydar at “11”:D;)
Love the penguin, MMMMMMoooooooommmm!!!. Just not the Penguins.
Fiat, could be worse. Roomie’s 150lbs. Sheppard wakes me up with grunting and a 20lbs. paw on my head.
{{{{{rebo}}}}}
{{{{{{{{{Mumpers in general}}}}}}}}}}}
: gropes : as needed.
I am now in the possession of a half pint of a friend’s 'shine. It’s good when it’s nice and chilled and consumed with lemonade and crushed ice. The fact that I have a friend who makes 'shine may be TMI.
I’m trying to figure out which gods I’ve pissed off.
Little stuff: printer dies, so I have to go to the doctor’s office to fill in paperwork. The dog is still afraid the kennel will eat her. And, when I took her with me to Panera and ate breakfast on the patio and struck up a conversation with a lovely couple with a dalmation, the dalmation marked me as his territory by peeing on my leg.
Okay, well, things happen. It was actually kind of funny, and the husband went inside for a cup of water to rinse off the pee. What didn’t occur to me was that on taking my dog to the park after that really just meant that every male dog there stared at my right foot, and one of them managed to squeeze a couple of drops out before I noticed him.
Oh, and Dad got jealous when he heard me and Mom talking upstairs and came up, interrupting our viewing of Battlestar Galactica so he could get some socialization. Instead of sitting down and joining in the viewing (I gave up my seat to him), he started cracking wise. Then he got all butt hurt when Mom and I mostly ignored him.
Big things: probably the stress of the upcoming mammogram/ultrasound, but I’m starting to get that hypersomnia/exhaustion thing going again. And, I sat down and got ahold of the CalSTRS system to verify when I’d be getting my cash from my refund.
The numbers don’t add up. So, I go looking for the documents I’d read back in July which gave me a balance of $10K. Can’t find them. Not in the filing cabinet upstairs. Not in the filing cabinet downstairs. Not in my mail cubby. Not in the piles of documents on my desk. I cannot find it. I can’t get online CalSTRs to admit that I ever had a balance of $10K. I discover that I had cashed out my retirement back in 2004, when I moved to Dallas, before they changed the rules and verified that I’d deposited that amount to my checking account at the same time - which I don’t remember at all, but know is totally logical.
So, most likely, the paperwork I had in July has softly and silently vanished away, I read it wrong to begin with, and instead of being able to use the $10K to pay bills for the next six months, finish the dental work I need, maybe pay for possible upcoming health bills, and even buy Christmas presents. Now? I can expect a check for $155. Before taxes.
Fuck.
Not at all. I used to have a friend like that(Thursdays vintage was particularly good)
{{{{{Kanga}}}}}}}
doing dinner and a movie with “just friend”
tomorrow. : snoopy dance :
I’m so sorry about all of this nonsense. Does it make me a bad person, then, that I was laughing heartily at this? Especially the part at the dog park.
I’ve got both of my shows set up and pretty much ready to go for tomorrow. I’m debating on whether I should give up and go to bed or stay up and make some more zombies. I’m leaning towards bed because what usually happens is that whatever item I stay up all night making the night before a show never sells.
Hey, Kanga, how many years of pension havemyou paid in? Because, even after taxes, $155 sounds extremely low. Sounds to me like you need to talk to an actual person and not their computer system. Maybe Ashes knows something that could help you?
Off to take stuff out of the oven.
More hugs.
GT
{{{{phouka}}}}
Yesterday was my mother’s birthday. I called her up last night to wish her a happy birthday, and of course, holiday plans were discussed.
I broke the news that I’d be hosting a dinner here, because we all work all week long, and it’s too far to ask my daughter and her boyfriend to drive.
She’s already agreed to attend festivities at my sister’s house. This doesn’t break my heart. She did complain, again, that she didn’t like the fact the whole family wasn’t going to be together. I told her, those types of gatherings will probably become fewer and fewer as the kids become older and start families of their own. I also told her that she needs to let go of this insistence of all of us spending every holiday together. The reality is that people spread out and develop other ties and obligations.
To be honest, I look forward to the day when my husband and I can just go rent a cabin in the mountains for a week at Christmas and just get away from all of the hoopla. I used to really love Christmas, now it just stresses me out and I am always glad when the holidays are over.
My husband worked eleven hours today. He is now happily ensconced in front of his computer and playing Skyrim. He bought it at my son’s insistence, as my son has waiting for months for the game. He’s playing the game too right now too on the other side of the state.
I’ll have to get dinner going soon. I’m going to coat the chicken breasts in panko crumbs and bake them. I’ll make rice and some sort of vegetable as sides.
Oh, it was damn funny. There I was, chatting with the lovely couple, Lil Miss Rowdy was making cute with the wife, and Charlie (the dalmation) started walking past me and then stopped. He stood quite still for a long moment, and just as I looked down to ask “hey, buddy, what’s up?” is when I felt the warm dripping hit. The poor couple was just mortified. I was actually a little amused and curious. What was going on in that dog’s brain that led him to think I needed to be marked as his territory.
Well, that’s the problem. I can’t find the paperwork I originally got the information from, and all the stuff I look up tells a different story. I worked for three full years before moving in 2004 and cashing out what I had. That was about $5500. When I moved back to CA, I worked for a semester as a full time sub - the contribution is much smaller - and off and on for another semester. So, with the first distribution in August and the check in December, that would pretty much cover it.
I’m not arguing with it. I’m just trying to figure out where the hell I got the $10K number and carried it in my head for so long. I can’t find the paperwork I remember getting it from. Did I remember it wrong? If so, why? Did I confabulate it somehow? Why did all the amounts seem to match up until I got the confirmation letter last month?
sigh
Crud phouka, that’s the sort of trick I’d pull! If I were you, hmmm… I’d have put the paperwork somewhere that made complete sense at the time. Or I’d have meant to put it away and instead it’s in a tote bag or whatever. If it’s not there, then I’d have to pull out every single piece of loose paper in the entire house and go through it one by one.
That would be too easy, so then I’d go to my files and go through those. At that time I would find some of the papers in the file right before or after the one where it should be. After complete exhaustion sets in I’ll find the rest of the papers in a file like ‘taxes’ when it should really be in ‘deductions.’
That, or the cats stole them as part of their campaign to demoralize before world domination. D’you think there might be copies somewhere at STRS?
The bathroom needs cleaning, but why bother? The cats are just going to drink from the extra sink and then shake their noggins, flinging water all over the five hundred square yards of mirror in there.
Working on a quilt for my mom and I have lost all desire to finish. Anybody feel like hand quilting the last two squares and put on the binding?
{{{{kanga}}}} - holy hell! I’m sorry it’s going so shitty. I hope things get better soon.
Just got back from Foxwoods. Took my mumsey to see the (princess) Diana exhibit. She’s been so excited to go and my step dad was dreading taking her if I couldn’t. So, we got it out of the way today. Now we’re gonna sit and be crafty. I’m gonna play with clay and she’s gonna make dangley things for her fingernails.
first - {{{{{{{getwellhugz}}}}}} for all, whether you need’em or not…
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Instead of the standard “we have your money, just provide us with your info” email, I received this today:website-dot-com has listed your business (name of business in no way associated with me) online. You can find your listing at sender’swebsite.com is available for purchase - Sedo.com . Please visit your page to ensure that your company information listed is accurate. The site is SEO (search engine optimized), ensuring your business can be found by prospective clients. It includes general information, blogs, reviews, coupon options, etc. for your company.
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Click on the URL above to access your company's information.
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Be sure to click the “Like” buttons on your page too, to send to your social networks, and friends.
Note:
You MUST claim your company to edit information. You MUST claim your company to remove your listing if you are no longer an active business. We must verify that you have a right to this business in order to remove it from prospective customers view. This is in an effort to protect our business owners. my initial reaction was “nice try, buddy” but then I got curious. The company name and address of the sender is legit (I googled it), so I have to wonder “are phishers going corporate? or did someone type in my edress by mistake?”
Anyrose, those links aren’t working for me. I find your ideas intriguing and would like to subscribe to your newsletter!
Hee hee hee!
I would just like to state for the record I are a teensy bit drunkish…ish
However I won ‘Best wife ever points’ tonight - had supper simmererererering on the stove when mr ems mcame in and I handed him a beer with a slice of lime as he walked in the door. I am the bestest apparently. Happy weekend1 Yay!
This made my day. I’m going to bed laughing… goodnight to one and all.
Huh, in Spain they sell much more untoasted than toast. Toasters are much rarer here 'cept in Andalusia, but then, most people including those who reckon bread must always be toasted prefer pan de verdad to pan bimbo… (much to the chagrin of Panrico, here “bimbo bread” stands for “sliced soft bread”).
swampy, lots of women’s toiletries smell like food or spice-type shrubs; attempts at investigating why have not been able to determine why do women like rosemary hand lotion and raspberry shampoo, only that we do.
Woody, la presidenta.
I always played silently, but Middlebro had a Littlebro to wake up and make noise with, so he had to be taught very, very soon how to tell “8am”, this being the time at which my parents were OK with hearing their sons on weekends.
phouka, it’s probably the little gods. Those are all petty.
takes advantage of the group hugs to grope around