**LoW **and Nava, thanks. I should clarify that the surprise isn’t the way my brother turned out, it’s that I didn’t turn out that way. So I guess I have survivor guilt, that I made it out and he hasn’t, yet. But I keep hoping. From a distance, as he’s still violent and unpredictable. Still, maybe my little brother is in there somewhere, the 2 year old in fuzzy footie pajamas who wanted to snuggle, the 6 year old I rescued when he was trapped in a tree, the 11 year old who wanted to be a songwriter and wrote every day, the shy teenager who didn’t understand why, if I were evil incarnate, our mother suddenly wanted him to be more like me. I hope that boy is still in there, and if nothing else, that he finds some peace here on this earth, before the everlasting kind.
I have been having non-stop disturbing dreams involving my parents for the past week. Not nightmares, precisely, but the kind that you wake up and it takes a minute to realize that it was only a dream. The one I just had couldn’t have been any clearer from a psychological standpoint. My parents were moving, taking all their stuff in my dad’s old Dodge 1.5 ton. My brother couldn’t decide if he was going with them or not, but probably was. And I was picking over the stuff still left to decide what was coming with me, definitely going in the opposite direction. My mother kept trying to get me to eat before I left, and when I did, I ended up going with them part way, but finally leaving and heading home. The creepiest part was my mother clearly saying, “I’ve only been in the new house since this morning, but you’re going to like it here,” and I got a cold chill in my stomach. Bear in mind, my father’s been dead for over 9 years, and the Dodge was totaled when I was in high school. I’m just a little freaked out right now about it all. I wish it were a little later in the morning, because it’s much too early to call anyone, or even go out and get breakfast to get over the heeby-jeebies, so I hope you all don’t mind my putting all this here.
Last night was anything but dull during my EMT class. For the first time, I got a fire page while in class, because some moron called in a controlled brush fire. I never even got to the station before we were told to disregard.
Then, a rescue page for some old lady who had a stroke took the duty crew out of the rescue station. About 20 minutes later was a second call for some other moron who shot himself in the foot :smack:. The rescue chief is the instructor, so he had to take the second call. Class dismissed…
In other news, another sure sign of spring, beyond wearing shorts in March, the birds, the trees, the loose halter tops… The tractors are out, parading up and down the road in front of the VunderLair, driving Loki nuts. Stoooopid dawg barks at anything. :rolleyes:
Hope you’re feeling better today, Doggio…and the rest of you who are playing around with The Sick…me? I still can’t hear on my right side but since I had a morning of customer service training, that was turning out to be a bonus.
Swampy - why are there cows running free where you live? Don’t people have barbecues over there?
Nava - feel free to rant etc, isn’t that what this place is for? And it makes a change from someone else’s TMI.
I’m going to find an excuse for a wander around campus now, it’s far too nice out there to be stuck in the office.
Well, that was interesting. The appointment I had with GDOL was by phone. It was a call that was supposed to happen at 8:15, with me getting called by them. So, at 8:25 the phone rings. I was told this would take forty-five minutes to an hour. The “appointment” was over at 8:40. It consisted of them asking me what I had been up to finding employment wise. That was it. Now, I do have to go there next Tuesday afternoon to turn in my green sheets. That’s what one records one’s job search on. This morning I read to them off my green sheets. Just. Weird.
BooFae I live in an area that has two largish dairy farms. Apparently, from time to time, cows get it in their heads to make a break for it. They’re not the brightest of all creatures but they can move when they want to. That’s why, if one should go cow tipping, one does not stand around and wait for the tipped over cow to upright herself. She will be pissed. She will come after one. Fast. Not that I would have ever participated in sump’n so barbaric as cow tippin’, of course. It’s just what I’ve been told. That’s all. Really. Quit lookin’ at me like that!
ETA: Just for kai, a recipe for pimento cheese. I use just sharp cheddar cheese pesonally. One can also throw in some minced garlic and/or minced onion if one desires. It is the premier picnic sammich spread in the south. It just ain’t a picnic without pimento cheese sammiches. Like cheese straws, it’s one of those things us southerners do with cheese.
Still not much to do around here. Everybody’s bitching about the fact that the new “drafting supervisor” has been gone for two weeks- one for training, and one for vacation. He had no contingency plan for his screwed up idea that EVERYTHING should go through him to be assigned to us, and EVERYTHING should go back through him to be checked. So EVERYTHING is stuck on his desk.
He was promoted (or whatever) while I was gone, and now my co-worker is my supervisor. I’m not too thrilled about that. He has less product knowledge than I do. And this checking thing is not going to work out.
All we need, if we need it at all, is someone to assign a designer to an engineer for a task. After that, the designer and engineer should work together, and don’t need a middleman to communicate through. There’s only 4 designers and 3 engineers, for Og’s sake!
Thank you, gt and Nava. Yesterday was running errands of one sort or another. Those days always make me feel good, because they’re a nice change from taking two to three days to get one thing accomplished (namely, a homework set). Instead, I take one day and get four or five things accomplished. Go me! In fact, today I have a couple more errands to run, and a couple of classes to go to for the first time. After that, I get the day off, presuming that my professors don’t assign homework today. Which they might. We shall see.
Pun!
Jahdra, I hope everything works out with your brother, and that you stop having disturbing dreams.
00swampus, does that mean you’ve got the job? Was that a job interview?
:gives doggie a big hug, while not breathing: (don’t wanna catch your germs!)
Deep breath people. I just mailed off my membership check to the SCA. Come to think of it, I could still take it back - it’s sitting in the outgoing mail bin, beckoning me, next to my rent check.
Nah. They were just checkin’ up on me to make sure I really am job huntin’ and not sittin’ on my butt all day eatin’ bonbons and readin’ trashy romance novels. As if! That’s what weekends are for.
I’m pretty sure this one has Mavis beat, in a good way.
Oh, and a squeee update: kittens are crawling, they’ve all tripled their birth weights, and their ears have opened. VWife thinks they’ll have open eyes by the weekend. When that happens, I’ll post pictures.
Jahdra, I had a heebie jeebie dream the other night, and it took me most of the day to shake it–so I can empathize. My experiences in the past were nowhere near the degree of things you have to deal with but – I frequently have disturbing dreams I’m still married to my ex-husband. It’s only heebie-jeebie inducing in that there is nothing in the world I would like LESS than to still be married to him. Yet I keep having these dreams that I AM and get this horrible, horrible I’M TRAPPED feeling that is hard to shake.
kai – I forgot to say yesterday that it was so fun to see your picture! You look just as kind as you are!
dogster – I hope you’re better now. You worked AND were sick? Tsk, tsk. Here, have some chicken soup.
Delores, I see The Stupid has affected your workplace too. <taking deep breath to avoid my own workplace rant>
Next week is Spring Break for my children and we have Fun planned! A trip to the aquarium – and get this – a horse farm tour! I live in The Horse Capital of the World doncha know. It’s sort of fun to do the tourist thing right where you live. My mother, The Retired One, likes to do touristy things, so she’s taking the kids and me (hubby is ALLERGIC to horses – have you ever heard of THAT? He is!). It should be fun.
The other item on the agenda is a colonosopy for hubbie. Ha! I’m really milking my misery of having to have him there at 7 am. He’s not particularly sympathetic.
One of my classmates was allergic to tons of things. He missed things like a school trip to Bertiz because the botanic garden there has so many exotic species that his doctor figured the “preventive” dosis of antihistamines might actually be dangerous.
He became a vet, joined his dad’s clinic.
Figured he had to drop it after two attacks of cat allergy (which he hadn’t previously had) got him rushed to the hospital.
He’d done his last year of college in Cambridge. One of his classmates from there hooked him up for a job in England, working only with horses.
Had the job for several years.
Became allergic to horses :smack:
Got a job as a county vet, analyzing samples from the local slaughterhouse, decided he hated it, came back home and changed careers to air traffic controller. We hope he’s not going to become allergic to, say, the plastic of computer cases, but knowing him, he might.
ellen, I have the “ex” dream, too. Nevermind that current husband and I have now been married longer than Klingon husband and I were.
doggieb, feel better. Maggie says so.
Good one, bobbio!
Sorry about the job problems to those having them.
Nope, don’t see any gray neither, kai.
Today is my 17th work anniversary. That’s all Imma gonna say about that.
swampy, pimento cheese is particularly good with pepperoccinis and pita bread. Avacado slices and Monterey Jack on a Kaiser is pretty good, too. Now I’m really hungry. :-9
I strongly suspect Kitty Katherine of being part Coon, but she is a small kitty - 7 lbs - and has a baby face. None of the big jowls and long nose typical of the breed.
Oh, that is a riot. I would be a little suspicious about one person submitting thousands of thorough “expert advice” entries… If he multiple degrees and extensive knowledge of the field, why does he have enough time to keep on submitting all those articles? Wouldn’t much of his time he taken up by at least a decently paying job? (Not that I’m one who would know, never having held a job in my entire life… That could be my naivete showing through.)
Adorable cat, Doug! She has beautiful eyes and fur colors.
And in the continuing saga of “What Random Object Will Meli Find in the Ravine Next (WROWMFRN)”, yesterday I glanced over the bridge to discover the newest addition to the collection of ravined items: a screen door. With screen still (mostly) intact. I bet someone will filch it for their own door within the week.
And speaking of acquiring new things–my parents are moving out of our old house this week (they finally closed the deal last Friday), and as an expression of moving forward, they are getting rid of some of their old furniture. They were about to pitch out our dining room table and chairs… But my dad thought, “Hey, maybe [meli] might like to have this!” Being as stingy as I am, I’ll take anything I can get for free… So for my apartment next year, I am now the proud owner of a hand-me-down set of dining room furniture! Yay!
The tractors are out, parading up and down the road in front of the VunderLair, driving Loki nuts. Stoooopid dawg barks at anything. :rolleyes:
