(Old) It's a-warmin' up (again!) in the MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Ehrmehgawd I can’t with this day. Strap in, Mumper friends, it’s been a wild ride today. Many f-bombs will be dropped. This is too much drama for my brain, and I have to put it somewhere. This isn’t the most appropriate place, so scroll ahead or clutch pearls as needed, but y’all are the only ones who know enough of my back-stories to understand:

Running on about four hour’s sleep, check the mailbox for my Amazon delivery. Yay, it has arrived.
Accompanying it, is a letter from the gov. about needing to provide biometrics, for that naturalization certificate request, at an office about an hour (each way) drive away.
As a reminder, I’m doing all this because I don’t have a fucking valid license right now. Oh, and the appointment was for a couple of days ago - that’s on me, I should’ve checked my mailbox more often - but I was at work during the scheduled appointment anyway.
Tried calling about a possible re-schedule, but because it’s a holiday, that’s a solid “nope.”

So I don’t know if my request is toast and I have to start all over, in which case, is my five hundred bucks application fee down the drain too?
Who knows? :melting_face: It’s not like I can get an answer!

… speaking of the holiday, my trash was picked up, so good thing I rolled it out.

Also in my mailbox was an envelope from mngmt. at my former job at the BBQ joint.
I haven’t worked there in over a year, so I open it like it might be anthrax.

I find … a check. And not a piddly one, I’m talking over two months rent. :open_mouth:

Well, I’m still friendly with a guy who’s still a manager over there - oh, wait, don’t let me skip that extra part - so I text him asking WTF and he replied, and I quote, “Back wages, from stolen tips from former GMs.”

Now I don’t know if I went into much detail at the time - this was a bit over a year ago - but they cut our hours so badly that I couldn’t keep the wolves from my door and didn’t have fucking power for a month so once I was working ridiculous (like 8am-10pm) hours later after they re-jiggered hours for what was left of the roster, I didn’t even care, it’s not like I was ever at home anyway at that point. I just charged my phone at work; went home to get a couple hours sleep and clean socks.

Now that I’m being paid fair wages at my current (pizza) job and have tamed most of the wolves, NOW they’re paying me what I’m owed?
I’m pissed all over again at that place.

Ah, and the final mental drama on this shitshow that is my life?
… I don’t come off well here, folks, but, okay.
Keep in mind, I didn’t get to sow any wild oats in my younger days, so apparently, I’m getting some things out of my system now.
You have been warned.

So remember I was freaking out last week but being cryptic about it?

That - jeebus 22-year-old - manager I used to work with? We, ah, I believe old-timers called it “going parking” last Friday and it was entirely pre-arranged (not a “whoops, where on earth did my pants go?” thing) and while I enjoyed myself thoroughly, it made me realize how compatible Gentleman Caller is for me, on mental/emotional levels.

So I was mentally chewing on all that (and trying to figure out what to do about this, since the last time I came on kinda strong about liking G.C. a lot he freaked out and disappeared for a while, only to re-emerge months later hat in hand) when all the government and former-job stuff blew up simultaneously - technically, one might solve the other problem - but it’s just a hell of a lot to process.

… maybe I’m making a lot out of nothing. But I’m an emotional mess - goddamn this stoopit naturalization certificate thing, I am so pissed I started looking up kickboxing classes (like I have any physical energy left to burn after being on my feet for ten hours) and …

… well …

… thank you for reading if you stuck with me.

I’m not looking for advice or hugs - I understand my problems are of my own creation - but I needed to vent. And there was too much to explain in the mini-rants thread (“Wait, where do you work now?”) so I apologize for raising some Mumper eyebrows.

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But what if we want to give hugs?

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I honestly feel like I don’t deserve them.

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That’s not how that works, but I get it.

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You deserve many {{{shoe}}} So take that!!! Now, deep cleansing breath or two. Maybe punch something? Just take it all one thing at a time, and bitch here as necessary!!!

And if I may show off my sweetie’s work here -
Name board and home port:
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The medallion/logo that he designed:
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And the two assemblies that will hold the port and starboard navigation lights on the side of the cabin:
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The first two pics show how African mahogany looks with 2 coats of clear cetol. I just finished putting the first coat on the nav light holders. By the end of the week, they should all be ready to be installed and we’ll be legal again! Don’t tell anybody, but when we took our little boat ride last week, we were kinda illegal since we didn’t have the name board and port board installed. ooops!

I’ve been to WalMart and I let Daughter’s dog out to pee and poo. We lunched at Olive Garden, so we don’t want supper - maybe PB&J later but I’m not cooking. So it’s chillage time!

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Super nice!

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That medallion/logo is lovely! Mahogany is gorgeous wood, too.

Thanks for letting me vent, y’all, and I’m sorry to be such an emotional drama llama.
I have DoorDashed some stoopit expensive delivery and am planning some quality cross-stitch time and possibly a good nap, if I can sufficiently stuff my gullet. Surely that will help.

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Goodness, that is fantastic work.

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FCD does nice work. Of course it helps that he has a really nice workshop.

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Beautiful stuff, FCM! Is it etched in, or surface painted? I vaguely remember you saying he has a CNC.

{{{shoe}}} Vent away, it’s why we’re here.

Up from nappage, feeling better, but my legs and feet are skill killing me. Everything below the knee is sore.

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I will pass on the advice as requested, but as for the hugs…ah, nope…{{{{{{{shoe}}}}}}}

And venting is part of being a Mumper.

And never even thought of that, just seemed like the appropriate comment to make; cool your jets, OK? :laughing: :laughing: :wink: :wink:

FCM, that is quality work and will be the envy of all the other boaters.

Swimming and sauna done and the scale shows one more pound lost this past week (would be nice if it would go faster, but I refuse to give up everything; starvation is not a plan to lose weight). But at least the numbers are going in the right direction.

Nest above my door alcove has chicks again, hope this batch makes it, they all died last year but the first bunch this season all survived. We shall see.

OK, time for my RV-watching. All y’all take care.

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Gosh, apologies for being absent for so long. I went on vacation to Door County, Wisconsin around 2 weeks ago and had a great time. My birthday is coming up on Wednesday too. I still haven’t thought about what I want to do then. We’ll see what happens.

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I’m pretty sure he wants to put me under, but I guess I’ll find out for sure when I get there.

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Snow three days ago at my house in the mountains. Now, 100 miles east in Denver and it’s 93 degrees.

I give up.

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Happy Moonday, all! Today is the last day of the Con, and I only have one game tonight at 1900. I’m so glad that I’m getting a chance to play, even if it’s only a once a year thing.

Let me check with Hubby. I know that he has a few places online that he games. I just haven’t had the time for a regular game.

The app is called What Not but is more a giveaway/auction site for businesses to move stock. Hubby sold some of his first edition lands (running about $200/piece) to one of the local game shops and I know that he has a few online places that he checks prices of as well. While I’m checking with him on the RP sites, I’ll ask about the sites he buys and sells cards on.

Same here! I just have to look back and remind myself “Nope. Son, not Sister!”

{{{JtC}}}

I think you would have as well. While it can’t help with the genes, maybe volunteering through a youth organization. Passing on the knowledge can sometimes be as satisfying as passing on the genes.

I think it’s cute!

And now, for the second time in 10 minutes, I’ve choked on my mango limeade.

Come on Wednesday!

FCM, I’m glad that it’s on his chart. I have to remind my dad all the time that even if something has stopped, his doctor needs to know in case it happens again.

My mom used to preload when she was much younger and much healthier. I can’t imagine any of her drivers being too pleased if they’d sent them out that way, so I don’t blame you for getting out while the getting was good!

The painting class sounds fun, Cookie. The apartment complex we used to live in had a couple nights where they did painting and wine. I still have both the pictures I painted. I’ve hung them in the bathroom, not because I’m ashamed of them but because I don’t really have anywhere else TO hang them!

metal mouse, forgetting a yearly recurring charge seems like something I would do. And then cause more problems when I tried to reverse it. I’m glad that you were able to finally put two and two together and come up with something other than 5.

shoe, honey… even if they ARE problems of your own making (and a lot of them don’t seem to be to me - they gummit should have sent the paperwork far sooner than they did in case there was an issue with the mail, and wrapping your mind around all the emotional shit, well, I’m right beside you, sister!) we are still hear to listen, commiserate and give hugs. And I’m a hug ninja so you can’t stop me! Bwahahahahaha! {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{shoe}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

FCM, that’s some gorgeous work on the boards! Tell FCD that at least one Mumper (with no artistic talent whatsoever, but you don’t need to mention that part) is seriously impressed!

Godbod, early happy birthday! You were missed!

So, things here… It’s been a bit of a rainy day, so I haven’t spent as much time on the porch as in the past. I did take CtE out to go walking this morning. They brought an umbrella and I was very proud of their dedication. When we got home, they helped me color my hair. I’d share a pic, but it never looks as good inside as it does outside. I will share later though.

Tonight is the last game for the Con. It’s the only game that Hubby and I are playing in together, so I’m looking forward to it. I’ve been sitting far too much so my back is acting up but I have days to rest so it will all be good. Originally I was planning on getting back into cleaning, but I think self care will be higher on the list. That and more reading.

I’m in a geeky poly group on the book of faces and actually managed to meet someone that grew up 30 minutes from where I did in New York. We’ve been chatting a lot today, finding we know some of the same people, remembering some of the same places. We’ve got a lot of geekiness in common and I’m just loving finding a new friend to talk to. I’ve actually made a couple of friends through the group and I’m enjoying having someone new to talk to. It’s helping make MFN’s silence a little easier.

Now I’d better go figure out supper before the next game begins. I should be back to normal* tomorrow!

*Read: As normal as I ever get

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Hiya, pals! I’m home!I had a wonderful time at my son’s and DIL’s. They wouldn’t let me lift a finger, and they kept making scrumptious food. DIL bought some bubble waffles so I could try them. Yum! They’re popular in Hong Kong, where her mom is from, and DIL found a shop that sold them. I probably gained 50 pounds. On the way to their house, son and I stopped at a grocery store, where I hobbled around grasping the cart. We always scuffle at the credit card reader because we both insist on paying. Son was laughing too hard to say anything, but I kept yelling, “I’m the mother! I’m the mother! Ima bite you!” Luckily the cashier thought it was funny and didn’t call security.

One of their dogs, Z, likes to snooze completely covered by a quilt. She’s a medium dog (38 pounds) but somehow disappears when under there. I almost sat on her once. And one time, Old Dog jumped onto the sofa and lay down on the quilt. The look on her face when she jumped straight up–“Holy crap! The couch is moving!” was priceless.

I called the ortho clinic this a.m. to see how many people were on the waiting list. They didn’t know and wouldn’t transfer me to the scheduler, who would know, because I already have an appointment…in 10 days. The TENS unit still isn’t helping. I used two pads and cranked it up, but while the sensation is pleasant, the pain is still there.

She’s just making them into sandals.

BooFae, will you get some time off after the hectic days ahead? I hope so. It sounds trying.

hippie, that’s another great story.

FCM, the signs are GORGEOUS! You can tell FCD is an engineer: the lettering is perfect. You could just bob around in the water and hold up the signs, and people would still be impressed.

MetalMouse, I’m stealing that line about the names of the three brain cells. Cracked me up, it did.

shoe, dear, the retroactive anger is understandable. That place REALLY screwed you over, and there was nothing you could do or say about it. You never really got closure, so of course you’re still ticked. Maybe think of the money you got like you won it in a lawsuit against them. “Hah! You lose, suckahs!”

As for the naturalization papers, hopefully if you call first thing in the morning, you can reschedule before they dispose of your application and the fee–if they would. Tell 'em you had COVID. They probably don’t want you coming in with that.

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I’m glad you had a good time!

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Looks very professional. I love the wood and the way the grain looks.

I’m caught up but tired and head hurts so going to lay down.

One quick story: Took Bella out to go for a walk but she decided to lay down in the grass in the backyard and enjoy the sun. Pretty soon she alerts; then she starts stalking, I notice a very young chipmunk who just barely escaped into a downed drainpipe. Bella stuck her snout in and sniffed and sniffed, then ran to the other end and back again. She kept trying to find little chippie to no avail.

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I’m on the back porch with a book. Neighbor girls are playing volleyball, I think, can’t see them through the trees, sounds like another neighbor kid is shooting hoops. Not well, based on what I can hear.

All in all, a nice June evening.

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doggio, I have to pick up a six year old’s toys whenever I sweep, mop and vacuum. I feel your pain.

{{{JtC}}} Dementia slowly steals away the people we love.

I like your story hippy. :slight_smile:

I’m glad that you got your back wages shoe. Like nellie, I would blame it on covid. Do you have anyone who would be willing to drive you to the INS office?

Pretty signs Moooom.

Irked, got irked (we have an important tour coming in tomorrow and had to hide things that, yanno, we need to do our jobs), came home and got rained on when I took Nelson out (it wasn’t raining when I got home, but it had. It picked back up when I had him out without rain gear for either of us).

Stay safe and healthy y’all!