Congrats, Auntie Nava!
I made this chocolate fudge cake for a coworker’s birthday and brought it in to work today. It’s nummy.
Christ-then who knows? I’m so sorry–motherhood is stressful enough without stuff like this. Don’t you wish they came with manuals? Even ones like from Ikea would help…
Just keep doing what you’re doing. Is he afraid of the dark? 
Maybe a white noise machine should be invested in? I got nothing. (but do have sympathy)
I am still tired, but the car is back. It was only $30, thank god. They balanced the wheels for no charge (nice guys), changed the oil and referred me to a body shop for the cracked rod in my driver’s door. Ixnay on that–we’re going to sell this [del]piece of shit that I used to love and now hate[/del] car this winter. The last thing I want is a car note, but my god–this thing’s a money pit. BTW, apparently I am driving on 4 egg shaped wheels. Nice. (not).
Spaz–I agree re Reconstruction, a shameful chapter in American history, but that wasn’t the fault of the Union soldiers. IMO, the south sees itself as apart from the rest of “us” in some ways. This just underscores that 'tude. I have little patience with it, as you may have gleaned. 
I see both sides of it–my dad’s family hails from SC and my mom’s from Long Island and NJ. Considering that most of those family farms depended on slaves to keep the money coming in, my sympathy is minimal. But it is a lot of fun to watch the debates on what to do with the Confederate statues now.
{{{{Soapy}}}}}, I’m so sorry.
Nice OP, Bobbio. I’m going to try and be a good girl and post pictures of the mundanity of my life.
Hubby has his every year or two required DOT physical today. It’s supposed to be at 2:15, but when I talked to him just 15 minutes ago, he had just finished a load and wasn’t sure if they were going to bring him in yet.
Hmm, it seems like I was going to say something else, but I must have been sidetracked or something.
I need to get back to the grindstone anyway. Smooches to all.
She was my good friend. She and her husband were the only non-family to have an honor at our recent Bar Mitzvah. We had plans to have Shabbat dinner once a month together.
Her husband and son went out for an afternoon outing on Sunday (which they had invited my daughter along to, but she couldn’t go). When they came home they found her, already gone. A massive heart attack. My husband spoke with her husband at about 1:30 pm. By 6pm the calls started going out.
She had been complaining of heartburn earlier that day. In women, heartburn can be a sign of a heart attack. Sometimes it’s just heartburn, though. Who knows.
She was a dear, dear friend and I am so sad. I will miss her every day.
Be at peace.
Re what to do with the statues now, I think they should be left alone. Let them stand for what they were–testimonies and memorials for “the glorious fallen”. But it’d be nice if in Southern museums and such that Union soldiers were given some room (and vice versa).
Ivory–how awful. I am so sorry for your loss. I knew a woman who found her husband dead in an armchair from a massive MI–he had been up late watching TV. Young (mid 30s), fit (he ran, IMS), no genetic risk factors that we could discover. Terrible. 
{{{Soapy}}} I’m so sorry! It’s just always such a shock.
Congrats Auntie Nava!
Cool OP BBBobbio! I’ll try to get digital camera workin’ this week and post pics of da cave. For now, here’s a pic of the Lee County Courthouse. Yep, that’s pretty much what downtown beautiful Leesburg, Jawja is!
{{{Soapy}}}
That looks a LOT like my school at home!
Even tho all the little zip codes around here were consolidated some years back, once upon a time we would have been considered to be residents of Helen, MD. If it doesn’t come up with the aerial photo, you can bring it up. The top of the triangle made by 5 and 238 is where the Helen post office sits - it’s practically spitting distance from my house. Well, OK, maybe it’s half a mile away or so… This is what the house looked like the day we took possession. This is what it looks like today. - kindly ignore the overgrowth and weeds and other signs of garden neglect…
This is where I work - you’ll have to make do with the website - I can’t take a camera there. But I promise, my cube is a boring, bland, blah workspace, tho I do have a window with a view of treetops.
This is the marina where we keep our boat.
That pretty much sums it up.
Tomorrow, my computer fixin’ friend is going to take a look at my dead machine. If he’s as good as he’s been in the past, I will be back in business soon. I hope. Fingers crossed.
Other than that, glad Monday is over. Is it Firday yet??
Ok, so I was making dinner and I needed some aluminum foil so I reached in the drawer to pull out the box and in doing so, ripped my middle and ring fingers right at the nailbed from the Saran wrap box which had it’s lethal edge pointing the wrong way. Lots of blood and yelling (swearing) ensued.
I realized I don’t have any pics of the house online. I don’t have any of where I work, either. I just am. 
So far, it seems like we all work in top-secret eyes-only kinds of places. How did we manage to work for such secretive employers?
I’m so sorry for your loss, Ivory. I’ve had to deal with several sudden deaths of colleagues (not immediate co-workers, but people I’d worked with frequently) and that was hard enough. It scares me to even imagine that scenario with a close friend. 
Congrats on the niece, Nava! Glad everything went well. Hopefully SIL will be less protective this time around.
And does gotti even stop to appreciate the fact that he was first on page 2? No, no he doesn’t. I am shocked. And deeply disappointed. 
Oh, and didn’t they tell you? This is actually a secret society of people who work in places that can’t be photographed. I’m sure I read it in the welcome packet.
Still haven’t uploaded pictures I took last week. (Also, I have a couple more that I want to take. But here’s one of what my front stoop has looked like most of the summer. View from the stoop back in late April/early May. My little house, hiding behind the crabapples.
Guess I should try to do something half-way productive. Why isn’t it Firday yet???
GT
Tonight I am filled with a medium amount of grrr (it was a large amount until I started playing with the pups). I went to an information session tonight to see about a medically supervised low calorie diet. I have been losing weight very slowly but I thought that this might help to speed things up for awhile. Unfortunately, this diet is not available to persons who are on lithium. I mean, I thought that was the point of supervising.
Grrr.
{{{{Soapy}}}}
Pugs - that’s one dere bee-yoo-ti-ful cee-ment pond!
All these pics were taken between 5:45 pm and 8 pm today:
As I shut down my computer, I decided to show you all the cutsie things sitting on my hard drive. The I went out to my car and (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/anyrose/my%20day%20-%20oh%20joy/SSL21460.jpg) my office for the day. I stopped for gas (damn oil companies) on my way to physical therapy. Then to the store, and oops, I forgot something, and finally home.
How’d I do, VBob?
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Congrats, Auntie Nava!
First, {{{{{{{{Soapy}}}}}}}}; keeping you in my thoughts and prayers, so sad for you and your friend’s family.
Congrats Auntie Nava! Paula is a great name too–congrats again. 
http://www.archives.gov/dc-metro/college-park/ This is where I work … I’m an administrative support staff.
Today was busy at work, since I was catching up from being off for two days. Hopefully things will move to a slower pace tomorrow! At least it will be Tuesday, eh?
ETA: I don’t know how to fix the hyperlink.
I don’t know about anyone else, but I thought it might be prudent to avoid any direct ID of the company since this is a public site. (same with my license plate and blue tag number).
well, crap. I feel for you. Keep trying, tho. There have to be other plans out there. have you given any thought to a band or a bypass?
Only if I can find myself a sugardaddy.
Hey, I posted pictures of where I work! I don’t care who knows! Although I do suspect the head guy at Reference Work either lurks or posts here. …:eek:
Well, that one-ups my Archivin’ Work. But do you get to play with the old stuff? 
Speaking of, the collection that I proved my worth with last year* is about to go on display. This is a moderate Big Deal. I think that I’m going to be required to attend the opening reception and meet the big wigs who donated it to the university. Finally, some recognition!
(*It’s the papers of a poet who was born in East Nowhere NC and later went on to win several major awards. I spent August to November of last year organizing the unholy mess that the papers were in when they arrived into something searchable and acid-free.)
I’d pit myself for this, but it’s really kind of silly. Somedays, even though I’m extremely tired I seem to have an irrational fear of going to bed. I actually do better when I’m in TVLand because we go to bed at the same time. I don’t know why this happens but it irritates the heck out of me.:dubious::smack:
Ok, I really am off to bed very soon.