My mom wants a big potluck for her wake – and she wants to enjoy it, so she’s planning to have it before she goes. Makes sense to me! 
It’s a sad day on the Dope; there’s a terrible heart-wrenching post from a guest about his wife miscarrying. 
On a happier note, I watched the video today of the program my little boy is in. It’s so darling. I will have to alert everyone this winter when the program is distributed nationally! So you all can see my little darlin’ (as well as Hub and me!) when he was just 3 months old. We’re in a section on brain development. The series, I remind you, is called Art to Heart, and it’s about creativity in the very young.
I am wearing my gauchos today. With sandals. That is all.
I try to stay away from threads full of drama from Guests. They usually end in the OP being banned because they’re socks or something.
And I have no idea what I want for a funeral - not that I’m going to be able to do anything about it if’n they don’t do things my way.
You could always come back and haunt them if they don’t do things your way. 
I want to be cremated and put in a fancy urn. Then I want to sit on the mantle of one of my kid’s homes.
Seriously, I don’t want any more money spent on the distribution of my mortal remains than is absolutely necessary. If my survivors absolutely must spend money, better that it’s on good booze and a party. That is all.
We all need to thank our lucky stars for our beautiful offspring. Sometimes we need to be reminded of how lucky we are.
Okay all this mortality stuff is creepin me out. 
Change of subject…who IS on board for Monday?
Prayers headed out for Tatersmom.
Argh. The cheques haven’t arrived at work yet. When they do arrive, I’m stopping by work, and then Attacks Husband and I are going for a walk somewhere. Somewhere we haven’t been before, in a nice walkable area. It’s raining and cool, but it’s not raining hard, and I’ve been at home most of the week. I need change, excitement, and exotic small stores.
I am curious and more than a bit intrigued. How does one wear gauchos?
I am seriously freaked out this morning. I had a nightmare about my father coming back from the dead and me having to take my mom’s place. I was stuck on the mountain with him and no car and no phone and no escape. I was very late to work because I couldn’t stop shaking. As bad as I feel, I suspect that a memory is trying to surface and dammit, why aren’t I done with already? I don’t want to know any more. Haven’t I suffered enough already? Why do I have to keep digging up the past? I hate this.
Wow. Sounds like you have some issues there.
I have to put on the MMP Junior Mod Hat here. Major rule violation by posting about a serious nightmare that seems to have a major psychological basis.
A proper nightmare report here, using me as an example reporter, would go like this: “I had a nightmare last night. I was being chased by a team of 5 nekkid, sexy, horny wimmin. The nightmare component of this dream is that I was successfully evading them.”
End MMP Junior Mod.
{{{{Jahdra}}}}
I might be up for next week’s MMP. I think KeithT and I are going to go to the Minnesota State Fair this weekend so if nothing else I could tell you about all the stuff we eat and the crazy people we see.
Hugs for **Taters ** and good thoughts headed out for you mom.
Hugs for **Jahdra ** too.
VunderBob, I like your nightmare much better than mine!
Now for some lighter stuff:
Yesterday, AC started calling to NC the same way you would call a dog. A disobedient dog. My jaw about hit the floor and a disbelieving silence fell on our side of the office. I have never worked with someone so, so, so flabbergasting. She’s a combination of arrogant disdain, supreme indifference to others and astounding, willful ignorance combined with helplessness. She’s an odd duck, that’s for sure.
Since it’s Friday, a number of people are in the office today. Our Big Cheese was sitting in the office directly in front of my desk, which alarmed me until I spoke to him and found out that’s not his office. Good. I could be tempted to stay if I were going to get to work for him. He’s very easy to work with and an all around nice guy. Another batch of my managers are in today, too, so it’s nice to see them. They have a big meeting this afternoon, so almost all of them will be here today.
A Drive By:
No way I’m catching myself up on all this, so I’ll just pop in and out if you don’t mind…
The last week has been, no exaggeration, consecutive days of 12-15 hours, from the time I roll out of bed until I get home, get a last bit of work done, have a cold beerverage and fall into bed.
Start-up is always like this. it’s not that things go wrong and pile up, it’s that there are a kazillion and one details to handle and only one of me. The dispatchers handle the downloads of student info into our routing system, fix errors and make the routes work, the other staff people deal with their areas, and I get to play clean-up and be the point man with the 17 schools.
I have an e-mail on the district website, that’s a generic one without my name, that I’ve been answering no less than 50-60 e-mails a day on (“where’s my kid’s bus stop??). I’ve been making reports, putting map binders together for all the schools, dealing with some union issues, writing ‘how we doin’?” reports for the board, re-designing spreadsheets we’ll use during the year to track miles and fulel, etc…, and have spent part of every evening since last Monday, and through NEXT Tuesday (except tonight when I’m cutting out to take Wife to the Bears game) at schools having either registration, or if it’s an elementary school the “preview/meet your teacher” night. I sit at a table and answer bus questions and hand out stuff.
This year looks like it’s going to be a good start up. All our touting except for new kids to add, and some last minute things to add are DONE and have been for a week. That’s much sooner than they’ve been done around here for years.
We’re ready to go tomorrow, but we don’t start until the 31st, so until then I’ll be running around looking for chinks in the armor and being paranoid.
On the home front, the Kid is back at school. it’s only 40 minutes away, so we’ll see her more than when she was in Cleveland, but it’s still ‘away’.
Alrighty then, back to my salad then to a training session at the PD for my crossing guards…
Send beer.
I love that movie, too. It’s what my sweetie and I saw on our first date. We’ve since watched it many many times and we quote many many lines. Yep, that was Jeff’s line.
Jah if whatever it is is really buggin’ you, maybe talking to somebody in a professional capacity would help. Just sayin’ is all. We want you to be ok.
Ok, we have a [del]sucker[/del] volunteer for next week’s MMP.
All in favor of taxi posting next week’s MMP and regaling us with tales of the Minnesota Food On A Stick Fair say “Aye.”
AYE!!!
All those opposed :dubious: say “Nay.”
::CRICKETS::
The “Ayes” have it. taxi shall be our hostess with the mostess.
Guess I shoulda mentioned the obvious - I left work early today. I’m home doing laundry and surfing. Later, I’ll load the kiln and do the glaze firing. Plus I need to vacuum - our beige rug looks black from all the dog hair.
Oh, what a thrilling life I lead!
We’ve been working on our apartment, and I thought I’d put up a few pictures to show off what we’ve done. Here’s where we live.
And I’ll probably post Monday’s MMP on Sunday night… I can’t get up early enough on Monday to post before the Eastern folks get to work. Hopefully there’ll be good tales of the fair!
Oops. I forgot the laptop was logged on as KeithT! This is taxi!
I think Jahdra IS getting help. Isn’t she the one who celebrated a year back among the mentally healthy? (If not, I apologize to both you and whomever I have confused you with.)
That said – I’d wrap my laigs around them gauchos, ANY DAY, brother! 
My gauchos look more like this, except I’ve got on shoes and I’m not standing like a doofus.
Cute apartment, Taxi! I think I have some lawn chairs like those.
And someone pooped all over it and now there is a Pit thread about it.