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Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Well, there go my lunch plans.

Dammit.

Do I hafta roll up a newspaper?

Oh, gawd, I bet the kids these days have no idea what that means.
Dammit.

Were there at least good tunes on the radio?

I did that thing last night where I bought groceries, put away the groceries, prepped dinner … and then energy crapped out and I didn’t actually eat any of the yummies.

Dammit.

Good news is, my “breakfast” is thoroughly prepped.

Bad news is, my “good” pan is in the sink, so I hafta wash dishes before I can cook anything.

{ cue pose of utter woe }

Plus, I let Monkey out and he came in all silently … having shed/lost/yanked off his jingle-bell somewhere.

Good thing they come in 2-packs on Amazon and I had a backup. Heh. He thinks he’s so clever!

Also ALSO I went to an Asian market the last time I made the drive to G.R. last summer-ish. I saw rice paper wrappers with black sesame seeds.
Thought they were in my pantry - I have shredded chicken that needs usin’ up, and was looking forward to trying them. (I luuuurve sesame anything.)

After ransacking the pantry, I remembered that I chickened (HA!) out & didn’t get them, because anxiety. (“What if I buy them and hate them? What if I buy them and LOVE them, how will I get more?”)
So I’m disappointed in my lunch plans, disappointed that I wasn’t brave enough to buy the stoopit goddamn black sesame rice paper wrappers that Future Shoe apparently really wanted to try, and I STILL hafta wash dishes if I wanna eat anything meaningful.

DAMMIT!!

Off to smoke this last halfa J and put “cat collars for idiots” back onto my Amazon cart. Also a few for the cat.

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I listen to NPR.

ETA: I just read that the freeway was reopened around 0920 – half an hour ago.

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This is why I never leave home with less than a half tank of gas.

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I refuel before driving down to Burien. As you know, it’s 120 miles to the orifice – and another 120 back. I refuelled on Saturday, I think it was, so I had about 90 miles on the tank already. It’s under half a tank now.

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What a mess. My wife teases me about my obsession with gas, but anything can happen: accidents, weather, breakdowns in freezing weather. I also carry water in the car along with blankets and other emergency items.

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Same - my Minnesota pals were very surprised when I arrived last year to see that I already had a full emergency kit and snow gear set up in my car. “Guys,” I said, nonplussed, “It gets cold here.”

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I lived in earthquake/forest fire country for over 20 years (Alaska/Oregon). It doesn’t help to have a bug-out bag if your tank is empty.

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A very nice elderly Jehovah’s Witness has my landline number and is leaving long messages involving Revelation,etc. The messages are fairly unintelligible what with static, etc. Guess the JWs no longer go door to door.

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‘Hello. Thank you for your messages about Jehovah’s Witnesses. I would like to return the favour and tell you all about the Church of Satan…’

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I shoveled, I laundried, I played Dorformantik, I listened to a podcast about the science of focus, I ate cheese. There’s not much more you can expect out of a rest day.

I’m tired from shoveling, but I’m thinking of taking Wee Weasel outside today to show him how to build a snowman. He’s not exactly enraptured with snow. He doesn’t like to touch it, and I don’t forsee him doing a lot on his own, but watching me build something might entertain him for a time.

Oh, I almost forgot, if you don’t mind me shouting from the rooftops: My son used the potty twice today at ABA! I was beginning to wonder if anything was gonna happen. Once he’s got the hang of it at ABA, we’ll start doing it at home, and, eventually, school. Fingers crossed for continued progress!

Hear, hear.

That is what’s known in the parlance as “balls.” I’m glad you made it home safely.

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Before I retired I had a company paid cell phone. My new phone number used to belong to an elderly African American woman named Lavern. It took me almost three years to kill off the robo calls from her insurance company.

I still get the occasional call from other elderly African American ladies who probably had Lavern’s number on speed dial. Most of them are JW’s and have tried to convert me.

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Started Typing: 3:14 PM ET
Clicked Reply: 3:39 PM ET

My company is moving to MS Office 365, changing our email addresses (from *.com to *.us), and changing the endpoint management tool on corporate mobile phones (after the first two changes are made). Everything happens on the same day. The updates are rolling out in waves, and today was my launch day: surprisingly, I’ve encountered no problems! (:crossed_fingers:) I figured something was bound to go wrong during the phone factory reset and switch to the new tool (and setup of Outlook, etc.), but it’s been a few hours now and so far the only “glitch” is that I can’t get to my Google contacts. I’d exported them before the reset and was able to import them with no problem, but right now they’re all stored locally. I have a question in to the support team about being able to use the cloud again. I’m pretty relieved…this could easily have been a No Good Very Bad Day!

(My personal trainer is actually having one of those: this morning he cancelled today’s session, due to car problems.)

My work day is nearly done: in just under 30 minutes I’ll be heading to my tattoo removal session, and I should be back home well before 5pm.

This made me chuckle. :slight_smile:

I’m 52, but I don’t think I’ve had a mid-life crisis yet. I was already driving sports/sporty cars (an RX-7 and a 370Z and now an M240i). Maybe it’s because I’m single with no kids, so I don’t feel 52. I don’t look my age, either, so I don’t have the “who’s the old lady in the mirror?!” thing. Maybe I’m due… :grin:

An ex and I once started planning an MLB ballpark vacation: we were going to focus on the northeast, and if that trip went well we’d start looking at other parts of the country. We broke up before we got very far into the planning, but I think it would have been tons of fun. Whenever you’re ready to hit DC/Nationals Park, give me a shout!

It’s amazing to me how loud some cars’ speakerphones are. I was once in a parking garage and a colleague was on a call in their car, and even with all of their windows up the call was literally echoing off the walls. It was a proposal-related discussion, so I tapped on their window and let them know that the the whole garage could hear them clear as a bell!

Woah. :frowning:

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My most relatable line from a Hosier song is

With my mid-youth crisis all said and done
I need to be youthfully felt, 'cuz God I’ve never felt young

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My former father-in-law was very active in the Catholic church and stored a lot of the literature at home so the priest had more room. Any time a JW or other proselytizer came to the door, he would invite them in, offer them coffee, listen patiently to their spiel, and then say “Well, thank you for the information. Now let me tell you about MY faith.” Then he’d break out pamphlets and other material and bend their ear for a half hour. If they tried to escape, he’d just say “You know, I was polite enought to listen to you, and this won’t take much longer.” Word got around.

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My father-in-law (faithful LDS, BYU graduate) did something similar. He was pretty sure that his house had been blacklisted by the local JWs before I even met him. :slight_smile:

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And a good afternoon to all. Got my stationary pedaling done early today, so am trying to fill out the afternoon on-line. 61F here and clear, but due to drop below 50F tomorrow.

Been pretty quiet here, haven’t seen a JW in probably 8-9 months, I politely tell them I am not interested and close the door…politely.

flyboy, that’s a long time on the road; glad you got back safe and sound.

Spicey, sounds like a good talk and you can understand where your employee is coming from, something a lot of bosses can’t do. Hope it works out for both of you. And congrats on potty usage by Wee Weasel.

doggio, ain’t work training wonderful?

Oopsie, sounds like Murphy got lost and couldn’t find your office, hope it keeps working well.

OK, onward into the afternoon. Take care all.

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Howdy Y’all! Laundry got done, folded/hung/whatever and put where it all stays until it gets dirty again. Then nappage and day drinkin’ ensued, followed by the makeage of tacos 'n fixin’s, rice, and refried beans. Netflix, chills, and fartfest are due to start soon.

Taters hope you can get away from the irkplace drama queens and get this all sorted out, or whatever needs doin’.

Oopsie yay for mostly hitch free changeover!

Spicey conga rats to Wee Weasel!

doggio no fork lift joustin’? TPTB just suck all the fun out of irk don’t they!

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This reeks me off a story from when Hubby and I were first married and had 2 cats and 0 kids. This was back in the AIM days. One night, a bunch of his friends and contacts got a group chat invite. Several went in, wondering where Hubby was. There were interesting conversations between a lot of them, we saw the next morning. Which was when we found out about it because, of course, Hubby did not call them together. That was our cat, Lemon, lying on the keyboard.

Oopsie, I love the nightlight!

Yeah, it does! I’m trying to remind myself that I deserve gentleness and downtime. I’ve been point of contact for so long and I’m always exhausted. I’m lucky to have good family. I just wish they lived closer for some of the physical burden.

And thanks for the hair compliment!

Niner, that’s my preferred idea for the tat, if they can come up with a nice design.

I love the graffiti tat idea. If you do, pictures please!

Yay to the grant proposal being in, Spicy! Those things are a bitch and a half! And thank you for the compliment, fellow Pisces!

BooFae, I like that color! And thanks!

And thank you too, Swampy, Nellie, JtC, taters and Pilot, for the compliments!

A friend of mine said they reminded her of the bi-Poly flag Both good comparisons in my mind.

Can’t wait to hear what you think of it!

Hubby looked at me askance when I chortled out loud at this!

And Shoe, if I got upset about you laughing, I’d have to be upset at myself as well! Funny don’t need no apologies!

I love that game! Haven’t played it in awhile but once I have working hands again, I’m going to have to pull it up.

Two stories here: When I was in HS, my parents’number was the old town hall number. At least once a month, we’d get a call about someone’s trash pick up. Most were understanding but one woman refused to believe my step-mom until she finally told the woman, "Fine, we’ll be there tomorrow! " Never did find out what happened.

When I first moved to Nashville mumble mumble years ago, my new cellphone number used to belong to a roofing company. I suspect they went out of business based on the number of creditor calls I got.

I’m calling my hair and tattoo my mid-life crisis indicators.

I’ve been a fairly productive fishy today. Talked to Dad for an hour, slothed away the morning, took care of this year’s taxes (prepared but not filed), cleaned out my e-mail (about 900 unread messages), returned some phone calls regarding Dad, called my library to have them hold my books and then started typing here. I was going to give an update about Dad, but I’ve run into “get dressed to get the kids from the bus” territory so that shall wait for later! Good afternoon, all!

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Ah, so the GOOD bathrobe.

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I wish! I had to run through McDonald’s too for dinner. I did, however, wear sweatpants, no bra and sandals. There’s only so far I’ll go for respectability!