If it WAS related to …you know… I’d be complaining of carpal tunnel, not a strained elbow. :eek: 
Cool OP, Jah, though it wasn’t nearly as sordid as I [del]hoped[/del] thought it would be. I’ve had brief moments like that – usually brought on by a particular smell. Sometimes it’s fun to get a bit lost on the reverie when that happens, if only to try and fully recall the moment that the trigger brought to the surface.
Bibs - Good luck! There’s always a need for good EMTs, and they’d be absurd not to accept you.
Swampus - That’s what I end up doing when I find myself in need of work. I just keep sendin’ the resumes out there and hoping a few sift their way to the top of someone’s pile. I recall the winter of '03, during a two and a half month dry spell, I probably faxed out 600 resumes and only a very small handful turned into interviews. Fortunately, one of them turned into gainful employment, which was a good thing since I was broke and at the end of my rope.
Rosienator - Good luck with the operation. They’d better use good parts. There’s nothing worse than crappy nylon gears and weak hydraulics to make you feel like a ghetto cyborg.
Alright. My coffee has been consumed (don’t they have anything bigger than large for Pete’s sake?) and I was finally able to get a Polish plum donut which my local supermarket haven’t had in months. (Love those things) My cow-orker has finally returned after his accident over a week ago, though he’s probably only staying half a day, per doctor’s orders. He seems okay if stiff, and he’s gotta go to physio this evening for the first time, but otherwise he seems like his old self, which is good. Evidently it wasn’t simple mechanical failure that caused the accident, but rather some crazy-ass road raging woman who was weaving in and out of traffic. For whatever reason she was screaming and using both hands to gesticulate wildly in order to get her point across, apparently, to the car in front of her whose driver probably had absolutely no idea what this woman’s problem was. Technically she didn’t actually cause the accident – that happened after my cow-orker had accelerated to overtake her for fear of her changing lanes into his car, which she seemed poised to do. He checked behind him to make sure she wasn’t an immediate threat, and when his eyes returned to the road everyone in front had slowed down, so his defensive swerve landed him ass over tea kettle in the ditch.
You know, I like the idea of Breathalyzer interlocks, but I think there should be a Road Rage governor on cars, too, that will limit your car’s speed as soon as it detects bilious streams of creative profanity shouted at greater than 100dB. And it will close and lock all windows and doors, at least until the shouting stops and the car has pulled over to the curb for at least five minutes.
Jah, great post. I love hearing old stories; sorry to hear about the parental units, though.
{{{{Rosie}}}} Best of luck! The surgery is less scary than it seems, as evidenced by BioTigs. I’m sure things will go well.
Good luck with the job hunt, Swampy. I’m going to be doing that sometime soon as well. I’m hoping to get some part-time library drone work, but, failing that, the staffing agency that I temped with down here has an office in the area I’m moving to; I should be a shoe-in as the rep. down here that dealt with me loves me and is sad to see me go. (It seems that all it takes is to be relatively smart and have some common sense on top of a good work ethic.) Worst comes to worst, I can always see if the Nudist Research Library in the area is hiring; I don’t know if I would want to be surrounded by naked people all the time at work, and it’d be a little weird to put on a resume. (I wonder if the nudist colony that it’s in has a “normal” name I could put on the resume.)
I hope all goes well, Buchkatze. The world needs more good EMTs on the job.
Nava: Wait… you have to make a request to move out of the country? That just seems really strange to me. Us weirdo Americans don’t have to do that when we move to other countries. Hopefully they’ll grant you leave immediately.
This weekend was insanely busy. Drove up to Orlando on Friday after getting a guaranteed check for all the official deposits and such, then on Saturday, we were all over the place. Drove nearly an hour south to see the house and take measurements (squee! It’s such a cute house!), drove an hour in the opposite direction to the property management company to give them money and [del]sign our lives away[/del] finish paperwork, then drove around to a bunch of places on the OBT to get furniture. We’ve got our basics covered: bed, sofa, chaise lounge (it’s gorgeous and comfortable), dining set (seats 6), eclectic bunch of lamps. I saw so many different things at so many different stores that I can barely remember anything that we didn’t end up getting, but we’re set up with the basics for now and they’ll be ready and delivered on our move-in day. Just over 20 days to go, and we’ll have a place of our own.
I discovered on Sunday morning a good reason why I have consistent problems with my future MIL’s perfume habits; she had been really good about not wearing it this weekend (no health insurance + lots of pollen = more asthma triggers and expensive emergency care) to help keep me from having an asthma attack. However, she greeted me as she was off to church with two very different bottles of perfume in her hand. :eek: If she was using both at the same time, I can understand why I’d have problem with her stuff (one scent* is one that I have huge problems with which appears to be layered over the other “mystery scent.” How do you smell either of them?).
*Victoria’s Secret flowery butthole surprise body spray
You’re gonna do fine, Rosie. Update us as soon as you are up to it.
Swampy, you and Mr. SCL were there for two years together; he started in '75. Did you happen to see a play called “The Apple Tree”? He was Adam. Did you have any classes under Luke Gill? He was my major advisor and favorite professor.
Gwen made it through the night but I don’t think she has many more nights left. I think my old girl is near the end. She is just skin and bones. I’ve been keeping her in the office so I can give her gushy fud without the others stealing it. She just doesn’t care enough to defend it, but will eat it if it’s there.
I’m going to lunch with a couple of booster club buddies at Red Robin. Not really my type of place; I don’t like chain resturants when there are good local ones to support. But it was their turn to pick, so whatever.
Jahdra, great OP. I still want to hear more about the screaming neighbor; I’m not sure if I ever got the backstory on that.
Off to dress for lunch!
I’m not a huge Red Robin fan either, they’re all over here - but one of their burgers is something or other with avacado, bacon and some other stuff, and it’s HUGE and it’s probably 46,000 million calories, but it’s SOOO good.
Have 2!
Jahdra, thanks for an interesting MMP. It’s really odd how random things can trigger memories. I’ve experienced moments where I’ve had to stop and breathe because of some overwhelming memory that takes me by surprise. It’s a weird feeling.
rosie and Nava, sending plenty of good vibes your way.
Gonna be a busy week - have a presentation tomorrow and thesis stuff to work on, as always. At least the weather’s nice. Happy Monday everyone!
You must have read my mind! One of my friends sent me a link to the website and I immediately zeroed in on the guacamole bacon burger. Or the bleu cheese burger…
In fact, I’ve just solved my own lunch dilemna…
What the heck, I’m going to the gym after work, what’s the harm, right?
This is sigworthy and an early entry to this week’s most TMI post contest.
Bobbio I had a second interview at RWSIR last Thursday where the asked me the same questions they asked the first time. 
So… who knows… like I said I’ll just keep on til I find sump’n I like or can stand for a while whilst I keep on lookin’.
Snakes I never had any classes with Luke but I knew him well. He was (is?) a nice guy. Any burger that includes the words guacamole and/or bleu cheese has got to be good. Just sayin’.
In other news, my sinuses hurt less today than they have in a week. I consider that at least some improvement. The pine pollen has quit but the oak and pee-can trees are havin’ at it right now and those are horrible for us sinus/hay fever sufferers.
I would like you all to wish away the odd, unnerving pollen rash I have on my arms. It’s not very itchy or anything, it’s just that I’ll be glancing down, and suddenly my arms are all bumpy! And it’s creepy and gross. It develops around eight at night, and mostly goes away before morning.
It’s making me more neurotic than usual.
I hate allergies. They’re just so stupid. Here, immune system, balk at this harmless thing, while not defending me from harmful things! Hmph.
Don’t you hate it when you get new books and then you read them all really quickly?
Excellent OP, Jah - sometimes I realise I should be more grateful that my family was relatively normal while I was growing up. It’s only recently they’ve gone all loopy.
OK, own up. Who stole my weekend? I can’t believe it’s Monday afternoon already! We were away from Friday morning and have only just got home - since getting back in, I’ve fed and fussed the fuzzbutts, unloaded the car and put stuff away, unpacked my case, put a load of laundry in, sorted through the mail, answered emails etc…and what’s ‘im indoors done? No prizes for guessing it’s got a lot to do with World of Soddin’ Warcraft. You can tell he’s been separated from that gnome for a while.
We had a great weekend but I’m all partied out now. We went to a party at 7pm on Friday night and got to bed a couple of hours after the sun came up. Saturday we did cocktails. Lots of cocktails. Then there was a party with karaoke and things to do with vodka - I think we got to bed around 7am. Sunday was relatively sedate after that! Nothing more strenuous than lunch at the Lakeside Inn and then a leisurely stroll back to our villa for an afternoon of vegging on the sofa. Did I mention cockatils again?
I was very good, made sure I was in bed by midnight because I had to drive us home today so I needed a bit of sleep and a relatively clear head. I think I might have mentioned that I’m not looking a vodka bottle in the eye for at least a week.
Sorry if the OP wasn’t as sordid as you all had hoped. I assure you, the rest of the story is as sordid as you could wish for. After all, I did leave out the guns, sex, drugs, booze, hookers, and an AWOL soldier from Fort Ord. You’ll just have to fill in the blanks yourselves. 
Background on Screaming Neighbor: The house across the street is owned by a brother and sister, an inheritance from their father. The mother is/was a permanent resident at Napa State Hospital. The brother is schizophrenic and in a halfway house of sorts, as he grew increasingly scary - he would walk down the street laughing with this truly frightening cackle, and talk about killing people like the FBI/CIA/KGB/Green Berets told him to. One particular episode, he talked about butchering people like pigs. Sister is not well, either, and I think the HOA from her townhouse got her removed somehow, that’s why she’s here. If I were to make a WAG diagnosis, I’d say bipolar or borderline personality disorder. She also does drugs, which results in her screaming at all hours, sometimes at people, sometimes just howling. Overall, it’s a sad situation, but since she’s actually been threatening people, and throwing things, she needs more care than she gets living at home. She makes the neighborhood a thoroughly unpleasant place to live.
{{{SCL}}}
Sending get well soon vibes to Rosie, **Nava **and LiLi.
As if I’d forget…
Huge, vibes, positive thoughts and all those good things to those that need them, and the same for those that just want them.
I’m too sleepy to read the whole MMP from today and what I missed last week. And Shadow says I have to leave this machine alone and fuss him - otherwise he’ll seek revenge by pooing in the bath again.
Sounds like some of the parties I used to go to.
Maggie and I went to the dog park. We made friends with Hoover the Boxer. I have laundry going, and I am going to nap. I have to go out and get Maggie’s prescrption later.
BooFae, he was “playing with his gnome”?
Yeah, I’m with you there. Last week was just a series of drunken nights. I’m staying away from the alcohol until… oh, probably tomorrow. 
Scottish Darling got me a cigarette holder for my bday. Makes me feel more pretentious than usual whenever I smoke. 
Um. Haze?
Can we be friends?
Just got the word from the VunderLair: The (brand new, $100) gazebo tent we put up yesterday is spread over the roof of the woodshed, and headed for points north. :smack:
This, on top of the need to put the roof cap back on top of the train shed, after it was knocked off once again during last week’s Noreaster.
It’s times like this that make me crave living in an apartment.
Happy Monday everyone…
I went house hunting again on Saturday having given up on teh Bank on the other side of the other house.
If I can get the time to upload the pictures I will show you the UG-LY pink carpet on the one I put an offer in on! If I get it that carpet is beign ripped up ASAP!
hugs to rosie
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haze, you are just adorable. Does Scottish Darling call you Korean Kutie?
boofae, keep up the good work. Enough vodka and you will be so well pickled, you’ll never have to worry about a hangover again.
bobbio, Imma hearing “Green Acres is the place for me!” I dunno why.