Damn.
The Eddie Izzard tix are between $159 and over $200. I could do the $123, but would be in the nosebleed seats (his face would be a blur).
Damn.
Lessee, in 1974, I started out in Memphis in several Navy schools, went to another school in Vallejo, CA, and ended up in San Diego for duty. I had a clearance, so I most certainly didn’t smoke anything.
Who am I kidding - even if I hadn’t had a clearance, I was such a goody-goody… I rarely drink, don’t think I’ve ever been drunk, and never ingested any non-prescription substances. Yes, I am kinda, sorta boring. But I’m nice, dammit! DEAL!!
My one and only (as far as I know) pot-related experience happened on a double date with 2 guys I worked with and the wife of one. We went to a drive-in in Chula Vista. Pete (the married guy) was rolling and smoking. He told me it was his favorite tobacco blend. What did I know - I didn’t smoke cigarettes either. When he was taking me home, Ray (my date) told me that Pete was, in fact, smoking pot. I was pissed!! By all rights, I should have turned him in. I just hoped that he wouldn’t get caught and mention that I knew about it.
And I never went on a double date with any of them ever again. What really pissed me off was that I could have lost my clearance and been tossed out of the Navy because of his using. It still aggravates me to think about it…
As for all the young 'uns in this thread - pfffft - I can retire in 2010! 
Today was boring at work. it’s mostly boring at home, too. I had to come home early so the furnace guy could come do the check-up/servicing on the furnace and air conditioner. He’s in the basement right now. I closed the cat in my bedroom and the dogs in the garage, but that didn’t last. So now the cat is in the garage, and the dogs are in this room with me. I’ll need to control Bernie when the furnace guy comes upstairs - she’ll want to love on him. And I locked the garage door so if **FCD ** gets home before furnace guy leaves, he won’t open the garage and let Taz out. Ain’t I smrt?!?!? 
This time next week, I’ll have met **Puggy ** - YAY!!! I need to remember my camera.
Last but not least, *Happy Birthday, BabySocks! * You’re even younger than my youngest nephew!!
Since I don’t want to lose my job or my clearance I have steered clear of all illegal substances since I was about 20 or so.
A little buzz is not worth losing my livelihood over. I have friends who occassionally indulge in some MJ, but never in front of me or around me. I personally don’t find anything wrong with MJ, but since the LAW does, I must avoid it.
I’ve managed to get myself cleaned up and will soon start my second load of laundry. After that, I’ll dash off to the grocery store. I asked Mr. Taters to pick a recipe out of our low fat book, but he told me to go ahead and pick one out. I asked him if he wanted to try something new or go ahead and have something we’ve already tried, and, once again, he was no help. He told me to pick. :dubious:
I shouldn’t complain; I got out of cooking all weekend long.
I’m feeling just slightly hungry, but nothing sounds good.
When she was 95 or so, my grandmother told me that every time she looked in a mirror, she was surprised to see an old woman looking out at her since she still felt about 16. I could identify then, and I can still identify now. I’m always shocked to find myself on the downhill side of 50. It really hasn’t been THAT long since I was a misbehaving youth, has it? 
Of course, a few years later, at age 100, she told me to be sure to take good care of my skin “so you don’t end up all wrinkled like I am when you get to be my age!” I of course assured her that I’d be very careful. (And I now forgive her for making me wear stupid hats when we’d visit them in Texas in the summertime when I was a kid!)
Is it bedtime yet? I’ve got a bit more work I need to get done today, which I could have done by suppertime if I’d apply myself, but thus far that application hasn’t been part of my day. I’ve basically done nothing except some laundry and throwing the Kong. ANd I don’t wanna, either! Waah!
I’m always shocked find myself in my 40s now. I keep seeing the 25 year old me. I’m amazed that I have a daughter who’s graduating high school.
Where the hell does the time go?! It seems to fly by more quickly the older I get, too.
Now, I’m not saying I’m “old”. I don’t think I am, anyway. All the same, I feel like life is just rushing past me now and nothing I do seems to slow it down.
We just had a family portrait done, and I swear, I look at the pictures and wonder why my grandmother is with my kid… :eek: I know I’m 54. I know I’m not a teenager. But the me I see in my head and the me I see in the mirror aren’t the same. On the other hand, I’m not too wrinkled, and I’m not grey at all. Yet.
Furnace guy is still here. Sketties for supper. Is it Firday yet??
That’s exactly how I feel and I find really hard to deal with. The sense of time passing and my inability to stop it gets in the way of my enjoying the things I do.
Drive-by. Back after I find some FOOD.
Get off my lawn all of yas except for about three people in this thread and they know who they are.
I’ve been asleep. I went to work but I left. I think I have a cold. I’m all stuffy/achy and a little fevery. Plus it’s cool here today. Temp only got up to 60 Amurrkin. Weird.
Ok, Ima go make me a ham and cheese omelette and some grits cause that’s what sounds good to me right now.
Later Y’all!
I know what y’all mean about feeling younger than you look in the mirror. I’m still in my early twenties! <sigh> And what blows me away is my milestone birthday coming up this year. Fifty? Good God.
This has been a boring day. This working for a living stuff bites. I caught myself looking at the calendar, planning my next vacation…
At least I get to go for training for a half-day on Wednesday. Something different for a change! Except it’s at the other company location which is FAR AWAY. Oh well, if I didn’t have something to bitch about I’d be dead. 
My mental image of myself, age wise?
Well. I have to admit I’m closer to 30 than I am to 20…
(I’m 44)
As for illegal substances and military clearances – I really think the American system is pretty dumb (as is, IMO, “don’t ask don’t tell” re: sexual orientation)
In the IDF, you will not get (or lose) your clearance if you have something to hide. In the closet? No clearance. Flaming gay but open about it – not a deal breaker.
Smoking a joint a year and your peers don’t know about it (and it might harm you if the fact gets out)? No clearance. Lighting up daily, but (well almost, as it’s technically illegal) openly? Well… you won’t get the clearance if you spend too much time Under the Influence, but that’s true for alcohol as well.
Cheating on your spouse (on the QT)? No clearance for you, even though cheating is not an illegal activity.
I think this system makes sense. (And frankly, given that it does, I’m shocked that our military abides by it… it’s not like they’re all that much better than any other military bureaucracy… :rolleyes: )
AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!
I’m too scrambled to even think right now.
Heh, my vacation isn’t until August and I’m counting down the time. Cripes, I need to win a big lottery or come into some humongous inheritance…or something. This working for a living is getting really, really old. Twelve more years until I reach MRA (minimum retirement age).
I’d really like to retire then, but I’ll only be 56. Although I’ll get a Social Security supplement until age 62, I wouldn’t actually getting Social Security until some time after age 65. I forget when, but 67 seems to stick in my head. I’ll have my TSP and FERS coming in, but hell, I don’t know if it’ll be enough.
Mr. Taters would like me to wait until he can retire (59 1/2). We’ll see how much I really hate my job then or how financially solvent we are. I’ve got twelve years to think about it anyway, so it’s not like it’s something that’s looming just over the horizon.
Off to pop some Tylenol. I’ve got a headache.
I’m not much of a rebel, but pot should be legal in some form. And medical MJ does help some cancer pts–it should be legal as well.
I’m done with class. I had had to redo this one assignment, and got it back today. I basically expanded on the list of titles I had originally included (this was a scan–I didn’t have to read any of the titles) and included the labels on the bookshelves. Somehow this made my work worthy of 18/20. I have no idea what I did better this time (can including such info truly make the difference?). I got the same grade as another student who did not have to re-do it, but whose paper was as short as mine. 
And now I have homework to do. It’s sounds kind of fun. We have 3 kinds of “problem employees” that we have to give backgrounds for and then delineate strategies for changing them/disciplining them. Since this is a work of fiction, I think I’ll do well on it.
Well, in the US, you can get a clearance if you’ve done a bunch of stuff as long as you don’t lie on your application about it. It’s the lying that gets you, not the having done it. Papa Tigs used to have a terrific worker who lost his access to the computers that hold patient medical records because, after getting cleaned up and off of drugs for several years, he decided he needed to be honest to the security people about the lies he’d told about his drug use on his app. :smack: Even though he wasn’t doing it any more. :smack: Fortunately, he was able to transfer into another job that didn’t require even that minimal level of clearance. So that “if you’re hiding something, it can get you into trouble” also comes into play here. I know snowbunny’s dad admitted all his illicit college activities on his clearance application, and while they interviewed him extensively about it, he got the clearance because he’d been honest (and because he wasn’t doing that stuff any more).
Will someone please make me get my ass in gear and get this job done? I’d like to spend the evening being lazy with my feet up, for a change, but unless I get this work done, it ain’t happening! Grr! I annoy myself sometimes!
<pokes MamaTigs with a pointy motivator stick>
Taters, even tho I’m eligible to retire at 56 too, this crashing market smacked my TSP balance something awful, so until that recovers, I can’t even think about retiring. Plus I refuse to quit working till we replace our roof and windows and add the deck. Then **FCD ** wants to go back to school, which means I really should keep working so we can afford his tuition and books and stuff… Some day. Of course, a winning lotto ticket can accelerate this whole evolution.
Moom, I had a dream about you last night.
You called me on the phone, but the kids were misbehaving, so I had to put the phone down, and I ended up forgetting about it.
I was mortified!
That was it.
I have very strange dreams.
grrrrrr - :mad: I am always blocked at work on Mondays - what is up with that??
okay - in no particular order:
the 4-way kiss started as a little hug circle - me, two guys (both of whom I had the hots for) and some woman I later grew to hate over an unrelated incident. the hug got closer and the kissing started, first in pairs, then all 4 mouths in the center, if you can imagine such a thing. When I realized one of the tongues was female, I freaked a little and pulled away from the group. It wasn’t bad, just completely unexpected, and “wrong” or so my naive little brain told me.
ak! Peapod is here - I’ll be back with more later
Anyrose should be anynose? You don’t have a nose? I’ve seen your nose in pics–was it digitally added? IOW, how in hell do four mouths and tongues connect without noses getting in the way?
I’m going for a walk to clear my head of noses. And mouths.
the noses may have gotten in the way - I don’t remember - it was over 20 years ago. I just remember a lot of tongues all over the place.
all ya wild kids ya borned after 1980 - GERROFFMYLAWN!!!
1974 was sophmore/junior year of high school - I gradumacated college in 1980 - so if you do the math, yes, that’s right - I will be 50 this year. :eek:
my 18th b-day was my first hit of pit, as I said, and was too drunk to know if I was high - My second time I did. At least they tell me I did. We we’re in my friends’ room (the ones who had gifted me the pot) smoking. They introduced me to the bong. So much easier on the throat. After a while we stared munching on the Freihofers’ chocolate chip cookies. Someone made a very bad pun - one that would garner more of a :dubious: look than a groan - and I started giggling. 15 minutes later, when I finally stopped, they told me I was high.