Your birthday is Sunday? Do tell! 
bleh more triple digits heat today ….we haven’t turned off the ac in 2 days ….cooled down last night but that makes feel hotter when its 90 by 9 am
I’ve seen paywalls. I’ve seen pleads to sign up, I’ve seen you have x articles left. I’ve never seen the take our survey to read the article before.
You can’t register your vee-hick-el online? If so, you can sit at home in your underwears. (Please don’t use the liberry to register your veehickel in your underwear, though.)
Not much to tell: Fart, older. 
Online vehicle registration is lovely but if, like me, you occasionally leave it a bit late, well then you need to go in person so that you get your stickers in time. I don’t know that happened with Swampy. I, OTOH, find that it happens with regularity.
I had the oddest dream about the usual (chased by ominous figures in a weird maze full of twisting passages) but then it shifted to having kittens. Kittens were absolutely everywhere and I was trying to keep them from getting pulled down into the maze of twisting passage. Right before I woke up, I realized that the last handful that I grabbed were actually moles instead of kittens (urgh!!) and I was trying to give them back to their mother). It was a strange dream. You’re welcome.
High today of 97 degrees. I think my brain is melty.
: pokes head into MMP:
Halloooo!!!
: waves:
: runs back out :
I’m not sure what state you’re in, but in Wisconsin, as long as they have your money before the deadline, your car is registered. I’ve done the online registration thing a bit close to the deadline and didn’t get my stickers in time, but my car is still registered in their system. I have a relative in municipal law, and he said that it’s highly unlikely that anyone would pull you over for that, and even if they did, they would definitely run your plates. They’d see then that you’re registered.
Now if you have outstanding warrants and are trying to avoid getting pulled over, that’s on you, Sunny. 
Looks like I’ll be not barbecuing. Not got the energy to do anything more than mooch around on t’internet and make something easy for dindin. This is partly due to the heat and partly 'cos the building fire alarm went off at 1am, so I barely had any sleep last night.
I attempted to go swimming; I say attempted not because I forgot how to swim, but like a muppet I forgot to check the tide times, so went to a lovely little cove which is a delightful swimming beach at low tide, and not far off a death trap at high. In my defence, I hadn’t been there at high tide before so didn’t realise that it would be a definite nope.
REBO!!! Come back!! We miss you!!!
Irk has been irked, nap has been napped.
The dog is disappointed that I didn’t go outside with him after our nap but he’ll get over it, I’ll go out with him later.
Oh God. I just found out only about 10 minutes or less ago, that my mother suddenly died today.
I don’t know if I should start a thread about it. Not a lot is known about it anyway. My dad said to call him, so I did, and he told me. He told me that not much was known about what happened, just that yesterday was a pretty normal today, and today nobody heard from my mother, and she was found dead. He hasn’t even told my sister yet (she lives with him and isn’t home from work.)
I haven’t told any of my friends except my roommate. I don’t know if it’s proper to. I don’t really know how these things work.
I don’t really know why I’m sharing this on here, except that I can’t think of anywhere else.
Oh no Midget. {{{hugs}}} Don’t worry. There’s no “right” way. Tell anyone you want to, or don’t. Start a thread if you like.
Were you close? It sounds like your parents weren’t living together.
I am so sorry. It must be quite a shock. Please let us know if we can do anything at all.
{{{more hugs}}}
So, I reckon I’m George on here; that’s just fine.
To answer your question, I was an Electrician’s Mate (EM), a blackshoe. I enlisted in September, 1970, on the Nuclear Power Program, which immediately precluded me transitioning to NESEP. Then my “A” school class was me and a bunch of total geniuses with photographic memory or something. To move on in NPP you had to graduate in the top 20% of your “A” school cohort; my 92% average didn’t make the cut, so I went to the fleet, and still couldn’t apply for NESEP without tacking on another 2 years of active duty. Also, a correction is in order: My bunk was on the 2nd deck, so that should have read “five decks below the #3 wire”. It was still almighty loud, and a Phantom or Vigilante coming in too hot could really cause some un-good vibrations. (The active sonar was still bad, too, and together with grinding non-skid off the hangar bay deck about 10 feet above my bunk was just ridiculous.)
We have supped and all is well.
{{{Midget}}} so sorry about your mom. She, you, and the family are in my thoughts and prayers.
{{{Rebo}}} ::tacklehug:: LTNS! Come back and play with us sometime!
My spousal unit was a nuke - FTG, I think, but transitioned to OS and that’s what he was when we met. I was a JG at the time and it was interesting - there were a couple of officers in my squadron who wouldn’t speak to me after I married him. One eventually became an admiral and I’m guessing he was still an ass! Anyway, I made LT, then when my fitrep was “top 10%” I knew my career was over. Seriously, if you weren’t at least top 5%, you wouldn’t be promoted. Plus, frankly, I was a lousy officer. So 6 days after my NESEP obligation was paid back, I got out. And within a year, I was working for the Navy as an engineer, and I did that for 26 years.
More than you wanted to know, I’m sure. 
Supper time!!!
Thank you, all.
I think I’ll visit the family tomorrow, if they’ll have me. I don’t really know what happened with them after my dad told me the news. Maybe I’ll call later tonight, if I can go through the possible trauma of another phone call. 
{{{{Midget}}}}. Don’t know how close you Mom and you were, but it’s a shock to the system whatever your relationship. My condolences and if you want to start a thread or just write about it here, we’ll be here.
Nut, never lived within 500 miles of tidal areas, but I have heard they can be wicked. Stay safe.
Pretty much a lost day, did take the garbage out and am considering putting shoes on and taking a walk here shortly, but with half the house packed up and stuffed into the other half, my options inside are limited. Still, I have avoided taking a nap this week, so there is that.
{{{Midget}}} I’m sorry about your mom.
Thank you.
Damn, Emily, I’m sorry.
Are you Moooomm, or something like that, here?
You’ll never exactly bore a sailor with sea stories, you know? It’s just a thing that is both mysterious and wonderful. I think.
My time in the Navy was pretty unusual. After EM “A” school I went to a diesel-electric submarine in Key West, but never went to Submarine School, so couldn’t have done a “blow and go” if I had to (this thought occurred to me strongly at the end of a test-depth dive in the Bermuda Triangle, at the end of which a main ballast tank vent stuck open and we came to the surface with a pronounced port list). Then I made EM3, but not before I had requested transfer to the Armed Forces School of Music’s MU “A” school. (The weapons officer was the only one who recommended disapproval, and after I wrote a letter to CNP I got the transfer.) After a winter-time overhaul and battery replacement at Philly NS, I transferred to Little Creek. (This transfer required that I add 3 months to my active duty commitment.) That made me and another PO3 the senior guys in the barracks, so of course that meant extra responsibility.
Little Creek was not a good experience, and after a couple of months there I requested to drop out and return to the fleet, specifically Sub School and a diesel boat. By that time the Fairy Godmother department had transferred me to the Dirty Tricks department (see Robert A Heinlein’s “The Man Who Was Too Lazy to Fail” in Time Enough for Love), and got to spend a couple of months during the hottest summer on record at transient barracks in Norfolk, where my job was to mow lawns on Main Base–with all the rain the crew were usually drinking beer at the snack bar by about 0900.
Orders came through to report to “the newest/last conventional aircraft carrier in the fleet”, but she was in the Med, so that meant a return to Philadelphia and a bus ride to Fort Dix-McGuire AFB (my only, and thankfully somewhat brief, visit to the Garden State) to catch a MAC flight to Rota. There I was on “cholera quarantine” (on account of the booster shot) for long enough to miss my ship, and spent a total of two weeks in transient status, where my only actual job was to stay out of the way of the compartment cleaners during the morning. Finally caught another MAC flight to Athens NAS, spent a few days on a CG, again with no duties. Finally USS John F Kennedy showed up and anchored the requisite distance from that CG, so I got to ride a 70-ft boat out to her after companionway where it was just a matter of jumping with full seabag onto the tiny platform–not an interesting proposition, but I managed to survive.
So the “E” Division leading chief assigned me to the movie booth, where I made all kinds of discoveries about the viewing tastes of certain air wing and ship’s company officers and CPOs (they mostly weren’t interested in seeing movies rated “G”, “M”, “PG”, you know). After a couple of months the EM2 POIC of the movie booth finished his tour, and another EM2 (a lazy and officious little Captain Queeg) was assigned in his place. Leading chief figured out that “Queeg” was useless, so he assigned me, still an EM3, as POIC, but left the EM2 there. I had strict instructions to report anything about the EM2 to the leading chief, so I had a “heart to heart” with Queeg, and things went fairly smoothly afterward.
Next the “E” Division yeoman (also an EM3) finished his tour, so the leading chief, knowing that I could type and run an office, assigned me to the yeoman slot, but kept me as movie booth POIC. (Duties as assigned, you know.) In February, 1974, I was on the EM2 promotion list, but to accept it required another year of service time, and I only had 10 months left, so I declined the promotion, as my plan was already set to return to college in January, 1975. It was a pretty interesting final year, spent mostly in the naval shipyard in Portsmouth.
Finally, December 9, 1974, was my mustering out day. It should have been December 16, but there was a “Christmas early out” that year. I had judiciously used all of my earned leave during 1974, but the disbursing office records showed me with nearly two months’ accrued leave on the books. This had to be paid in cash, as it was computed daily. I told the disbursing chief that I had less than one day on the books, but he indicated I should not just refuse nearly a thousand bucks the Navy thought I had coming to me. I had the distinct impression that if I refused it “someone” would sign my name and it would disappear. The chief told me the Navy would eventually figure it out, and they would send me a bill. He was right–in 1976-1977 I got to repay the unearned income with interest!
But it was nice to put a new set of Michelins on my '72 Super Beetle before I drove home.
Good times!