All you cool kids who are off because of a national day of “mourning” are wearing something black right? :dubious: You’re supposed to.
Happy New Year, everybody! I’m going to go back and read the whole thread and not just the OP, I swear I am, but first I have work to do and stuff. Ick. Just wanted to check in and let everybody know I’m not dead. 
It’s a national day of mourning? Oh, for Ford. <stumbles> (sorry, cheap shot to a nice guy)
I am awake. Oy. and veh (I’m not Jewish, but I’m taking over their colorful language). Another long talk from husband this morning. “Honeymoon” didn’t last long…no, really-this is hard stuff we’re dealing with. And who knows if we’re dealing with it “appropriately” (whatever that means, btw). He is very angry over a bunch of stuff, but most of it was years ago. This is problematic, in that I cannot change the past. IMO, he needs to vent this stuff to a therapist, but that’s a no go. I will see how this goes-I am concerned that it will just become “diss rigs” sessions–and that’s not on.
Oh, problem, problems. Enough of problems. I need–NEED–to clean the master bedroom today. You know how you kinda put stuff somewhere so that you can deal with it later? That is the masterbedroom at present. Boxes from Xmas, clothes that need to be sorted, shoes, all of it needs to be gone through and organized and discarded etc…hey, look! my bedroom is a metaphor for my life! :rolleyes:
Is gassy water the same as seltzer water? If so, enjoy!
Welcome all newbies. Good on you, MBG , for doing such a nice thing to a hurting friend.
I genuinely liked the guy, he was the right person in the job at the right time, but somehow I don’t feel I can ‘mourn’ a guy that made it to the age of 93 - in fairly decent health until the end. It seems like we should be saying thanks for your service and remembering the good stuff he did - the word “mourn” sounds like it’s too grief-related for me.
I saw his daughter on TV this morning and remembered that I had the biggest geek-crush on her back in the 70’s. She still looks pretty good.
Well, you could be dead, if you are a zombie. :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
I’m “mourning” in grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt covered in purple Xs. And sneaks. We all mourn in our own ways, you know. I did a memorial vacuuming of the house.
Just back from a quick jaunt to TrueValue Hardware. **FCD ** needed some wood screws and after taking a good look at the kitchen floor this morning, I decided I needed to replace the mop that died some months back. No, I’m not Suzy Homemaker, so shut up!
I called my credit union to find out when I’ll get my new check card, as the current one expires this month (she said I’ll get it in 2 weeks) and I’m about to pay a few bills that I kinda forgot about. One will be late in 2 days, so it’ll go out in today’s mail. Then I intend to clip my fingernails, and get into the clay.
Back later. Much to be done, you know… <poof>
Kitty sneezes? It is to larf! Until you have experienced a pug snort, you have not lived. 
I am back at work and it is deadly dull. I wish I had some mops to warsh.
rigs, I know it’s been overdone but have you tried a version of Dr. Phil’s “How’s that working for you?” therapy on hubby? Hope you can work it out.
I am blue and bored today and the weather is ick. A very bad combination.
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Well, as long as they’re dark gray sweatpants, I suppose that’ll do. As to the memorial vacuuming, did you offer it up to Gerald Ford first? It doesn’t count unless ya did. Oh, and no mail today. I heard that on the news this morning. Our postal workers are “mourning” today also. Hey, guess what? We remembered to put the flag at half mast when it was raised this morning. That’s pretty good for us. Actually, a lot of the time we forget to take the flag down but it somehow happened last Friday.
I am going through a bunch of timesheets right now making sure everything’s right before turnin’ 'em in to payroll. YAWN
No mail?? Then how am I supposed to pay my cable/internet bill? As I’ve mentioned before, they’re the ONLY bill I have that I cannot pay on line.
Well, a pox upon them then.
Happy New Year, y’all.
I wish I had time to look through this, but I don’t. I will later.
I dunno. I think I owe it to him to listen-he has listened to me and frankly, I have dumped shit on him (I tend to express myself somewhat harshly-I try to be nice here, but believe me, snide snark is my MO). So, some of it is ok. This man is an accountant-he doesn’t really open up. Now he is. This is all good, except that I am bearing the brunt. We shall see.
And I’ll try to not post about it here-it’s not all that much fun to read (or write). I am just trying to process it all. So, thank you for “listening”.
Sorry that you’re not well.
I am off to go out to lunch with my girlfriend! Her hubby had MAJOR surgery last month and is somewhat slow to recover, but better now. We both deserve a break. So much for cleaning the masterbedroom…maybe after lunch!
I can’t say I “mourn” Ford. He was ok, I suppose-I was about 11 when he was in power (I think). Frankly, I think it’s all relative–compared to Reagan, Bush, Clinton’s excesses and W-Ford looks more and more statesmanlike, but really, he was just an ex-football player who treated people with decency and respect. Perhaps we need more like him…
rigs since it’s a national day of mourning, I suggest you order sump’n blackened for lunch. HAR! I crack me up. Oh and no dillydallyin’ around when you get back from lunch young lady. I want that bedroom cleaned up today! Understand? Don’t give me that look!
Hmm. I’ve been trying my own version of that recently on the BiblioHusband and it’s not working at all.
I’ve tried not to get real personal here on the Board with the dirt, but we’re having some real … issues, I guess you could say.
I know he’s suffering from depression, and I’ve pleaded with him to get help, but he refuses. There are some other issues that need to be dealt with that he just won’t discuss. There’s no way I’d get him into any kind of therapy, be it couples therapy or even some sort of counseling for his depression.
I’m at the point now (basically watching my marriage disintegrate) where I just stand there and ignore the smart-ass remarks and false accusations he makes, and doubly-ignore it when he deliberately picks fights (so he can storm out).
A couple of times I’ve actually said, “So, how’s this all working out for you? This asshole act you’re pulling?”
I’m at the end of my rope in knowing how to help him.
I’ll shut up now. I’ve babbled enough.
::: Goes back into happy mode :::
You must remember to separate those two words, I keep reading 'masturbation" and blushing. :eek:
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MBG for President!
I survived Nana and Grandpa’s visit. We chatted about nothing for an hour or so and then they went home. They left me with a portrait of themselves, a picture of their new puppy (Australian Shepherd/Great Pyrenees), and a crumpled $100 bill.
I saw my shrink today and she is pleased with my progress. We’ve agreed ixnay on the meds, as long as I feel ok. Actually, I feel good. I’ve come to a decision, only I’m chicken to actually do it. Maybe next week, what’s the rush?
It’s very quiet in the office this morning. I’ve hung up my Despair calendar (Adversity: That which does not kill me postpones the inevitable) and my new desk calendar, Stuff on My Cat. Today’s picture is a dozing kitten with pawns on its ears. Squee!
I left my knitting in the car, thinking it would be busier this morning. I think I’ll go down and get it, it’s quiet enough.
{{{Bibkitty}}}
I can’t believe I forgot to post to the New Year’s MMP! Well - anyway, Happy New Year!!!
Not much happening today. I have to brave the stores and go out. I need to return a gift to Linens and Things, and go to Best Buy and get ink, and go to the bank (are they open today?) and then go pay rent (with money he gave me) at my son’s apartment. I hope he’s looking for a job today. In case you missed it, he informed me that he lost his job last week. :eek: I’m trying not to worry.
Dinner last night was awesome! I baked some hot wings 'cept none of them were hot. Asian, orange marmalade, bbq, and lemon pepper. Yum! I guess we’ll have homemade burgers tonight. That also means I have to stop at the grocery store for some vegetable oil for deep frying the french fries.
My HR lady called. The one from the main office, not the one where I currently work. She hadn’t received any paperwork saying that I was on disability! I told her who I gave it to… I hope that won’t be a big hassle to deal with.
Ok - time to go get cleaned up and go out. Oh, joy. I’d rather sit on my butt all day, but you gotta do what you gotta do, I guess.
Later, gators!
{{{Bibs}}}
I have to confess I watched the Ford funeral this morning, mostly because the music was absolutely glorious. I know because I watched it on C-Span; no useless blathering drowning out the gorgeous music echoing off all that luverly stone in the National Cathedral.
And thus, a story related to the National Cathedral, and also Mardi Gras, otherwise known as:
How We Went to a Mardi Gras Parade and Ended Up In a Convent
The first year we went to the Endymion Mardi Gras parade, the road was under construction so we found a spot next to the construction barrels where the route was only 2 people deep. This is very important because normally the crowds at Endymion are 20-plus deep, and because it meant we could actually visit with our neighbors instead of just being stampeded by them. And our neighbors turned out to be two guys who, as it turned out, were in town restoring stained glass.
When we learned they’d walked to the parade through a really, really nasty set of housing projects, we insisted on squeezing them, along with the two of us, about ten bags of beads (Papa T. had a whole float’s worth of coworkers in Endymion, so we ended up with many, many, MANY pounds of beads from that one float alone), some takeout burgers, and our ladder (don’t ask) into the little old car that was our going-to-parades car, and driving them back to where they were staying.
Which turned out to be actually IN the Ursuline Convent/School. That’s right, they had guest rooms on a hallway that was mostly school rooms. It was a gorgeous old building, lovely courtyards and woodwork and a couple of elderly nuns who greeted us.
So they took us for a tour through as much of the convent as they were allowed to, including the chapel, and showed us all the stained glass that they were working on. Turns out the one guy’s grandfather had originally created and installed the windows many, many years before. And then we ate takeout food and visited a bit more and left.
So how does this relate to the National Cathedral? Well, as it turns out, this guy was also the one who created the window for the Cathedral known as the Space Window – the one with a piece of moon rock embedded in it!
So we went to a Mardi Gras parade and met a guy who’d made my favorite stained glass window in the world. And ended up in a convent.
I LOVED living in New Orleans – there was an adventure around every corner!
(And Ursuline is in an area where it probably emerged fairly unscathed from Katrina – we’ll check for sure when we go back this spring.)
Can you guys tell I’m avoiding work today?
Rebo, the stock exchanges are closed today, so I’m assuming the banks are, too. I know our credit union is.