One of the stories of Krishna - a romantic MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Had a fire page last night. Somebody had a Cuzzin Buford wiring job in their trailer. Whoever hooked up the breaker panel to the outside entrance connected the line neutral to the earth ground bus, and left the real earth ground unconnected. When the mice in the walls ate enough insulation off the wiring to short the conductors to the frame and tiedown straps, the circuitry wasn’t there to trip the breakers. :smack:

Three departments showed up, and only 1 hose was pulled. Lots of butt picking ensued.

The moral: You can get away with DIY wall circuits, but pay someone to hook up the panel to the power line.

This is probably Pit-worthy, but I’ll mention it here instead. I’m POed at my MiL and Vkid. We’ve been trying to get him to commit to a date to come out this summer, and as usual, he’s pretty evasive. He doesn’t like to do anything that has the potential to upset people, keep him away from FutureDiL, or in general require planning.

So, we were trying to get him to block out time at the end of July to come out for a week or so, and wanted to book tickets last night. When I called, he still hadn’t talked to anyone about it.

A little bit later, MiL calls back and talks to VWife. “Why are you putting all this pressure on him with everything that’s going on?!?”

VWife: “WTF are you talking about?”

Seems that FDiL’s biofather, an abusive, unemployed lout who has custody of FDiL only so he can live off her Social Security survivor’s benefit (his only income), had FDiL arrested as a runaway because she was spending every possible minute at her stepdad’s house. Stepdad’s the one she calls Dad anyway; long history. Lots of crap and legal charges filed by biofather towards anyone else she considers her real family, just to stir the shit.

MiL and SiL have, in turn, retained a lawyer with the intent of severing biofather’s rights and gaining guardianship over FDiL. This actually has a very good chance of succeeding, because they know the probate judges.

VKid never told us anything about it, and we talk to him all the time. Nor are we psychic. :dubious: :rolleyes:

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I happen to be King HornDawg. The only reason I’m not so open about it is that I inherited the taciturn gene from my Swedish ancestors.

99.99999999999999999999999999999999999997% of the time you guys say something, I’ve already thought it and moved on. :stuck_out_tongue:

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I’ve come late to the party. I’m sorry. I’m having some trouble you see.
Sunday is my birthday and Monday is the anniversary of my son’s suicide. It’s been seven years. I’ve done my best to stay happy, but last night Hubby had plans to go to a concert with a friend.* I was fine with it, but he kept asking if I was going to be ok. I kept saying yes. Then he had to say “I know June is a hard month for you.” I burst into tears, surprising both of us. I thought I was doing so well. :frowning:

*back story on the concert.
Hubby’s friend is a “good ol’ boy” He works at the same gas station he did in high school. He smokes the same stuff he did then. He rarely dates, and is subsequently very lonely.
A few weeks ago he found a girlfriend. He was so much happier. Unfortunately, she convinced him that they would have a lot more fun if he bought a bit of Peruvian marching powder. He did, and she was happy.
Problem is, he works at a gas station! He just couldn’t afford it. We wouldn’t lend him money for that, so he didn’t get her any more.
What he did do, was buy tickets for a Molly Hatchet concert at the Quinault Casino by Ocean Shores, about two hours away, as a surprise.
Day before yesterday she called him to say she just didn’t think he was “sophisticated” enough for her. (read: You can’t afford my coke whore habit.)
So, yesterday he asked hubby if he could go with him so the tickets wouldn’t be wasted.
They’re staying at a motel over there, because I made them promise not to even think about driving if they were going to drink.

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Huh. Well, I hope they win the case and get custody.

Don’t be silly, Bob, it rarely takes more than nine and a half months to book an obstetrician. It’s a pity my family doctor doesn’t deliver. I should call the hospital about midwives today. Thanks for reminding me!
For all you poor, benighted foreigners, poutine is french fries covered in cheese curds (mild, unaged cheddar), and covered with very hot gravy. It’s the best food on the planet. The place I went to had smoked mozzarella on theirs. Yum!
Today I have to do the laundry, and then I’m supposed to go up to Driving Husband’s and make jam. His Mom picked up a flat of strawberries yesterday, and it’s jam-making time. I’m waiting for my stomach to tell me that I won’t puke before I leave for the laundry. If I don’t, this will be four days. Four days!

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((((picunurse))))

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I’ve come late to the party. I’m sorry. I’m having some trouble you see.
Sunday is my birthday and Monday is the anniversary of my son’s suicide. It’s been seven years. I’ve done my best to stay happy, but last night Hubby had plans to go to a concert with a friend.* I was fine with it, but he kept asking if I was going to be ok. I kept saying yes. Then he had to say “I know June is a hard month for you.” I burst into tears, surprising both of us. I thought I was doing so well. :frowning:
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Why would you loan him money for that? And she sounds like good riddance anyway.

I think I have to rent Twin Peaks, folks. Borrowed the book “The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer” without having any idea of what it was, and now I MUST WATCH THE SHOW.
Ok, I didn’t tell you all, but I am watching X-Files from the beginning. I have not seen more than 1-2 episodes of it in my life, and have successfully managed to remain a virgin to most of the details (read: DON’T TELL ME!) So we bought the first season this week, and have been enjoying it a lot. I decided to put each episode in my LJ with plot synopsis.
I’m only up to Episode 5 and am hooked. .

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Urk. Well, three days, anyway, and I don’t think I’m going to puke more than once.

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Mawnin’ all and TGIF!

{{{{picu}}}} And you are still doing well. Tears are healthy and make you feel better.

I really have nothing this morning. I’ll be back when I think of something.

Tupug

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I recall you mentioning this before. I can’t even imagine what it must be like for you, but you know the whole MMP is here for you.

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Can’t imagine what it would be like to lose a child, in any fashion :(:(:frowning:

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Sounds like the girlfriend was a “good riddance” anyway. If she can’t afford her own vices he doesn’t need to supply them for her. I’ve never understood the lure of that stuff anyway; I did it back in my younger wilder days and never understood what all the shouting was about. It gave me a mild speedy buzz, but nothing worth the cost. And people would say “oh you’ve never had the good shit, try this” and I would get a mild speedy buzz.

"Mika, Twin Peaks was one of the very few TV shows I actually liked. Now you have me thinking I ought to rent it…

Off to do more beading.

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OK, first load of laundry folded, second load almost done drying. Dishes clean. I need to hop in the shower and get into some socially acceptable clothing. My purple robe is comfy, but not what I want to wear to got shopping. And considering the time, I think I’ll be having some lunch out when I go buy batting. Go me!

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We’re here for you, you know that.

Meeks, I was a total Twin Peaks addict back when it was on. Interesting useless factoid: The “twin peaks” the show is named after are actually very near where my folks moved to, just outside Issaquah, WA. And my dad’s ashes are actually scattered on one of 'em, Mt. Si. [/useless factoid]

I have no idea if Papa Tigs is feeling better today or not, but he seemed to sleep pretty well, at least what I noticed before I was too sound asleep myself to know or care. It was lovely cool sleeping weather, however, and is still delightful this morning. With the humidity as low as it is and the temp not projected to go much above 80, we’ll probably keep the house open all day. We should actually be able to leave it open at least through tomorrow, and hopefully the whole weekend. Definitely a nice bit of bonus weather!

And while I was lying there enjoying the lovely cool morning, the dogs politely came to the bedroom door and gave one nice little “yip!” to let me know they wanted to go out. So I got up and opened the back door for them and they both trotted happily off to chase squirrels and butterflies. That was possibly the politest “Please get up and open the door for us, Mom!” bark I’ve ever heard out of them. I’m not even sure which one it was, but if they continue to request that nicely, how can I refuse?

Alice got another piercing in her ear the other day and even though she’s got a bunch of holes in her [del]head[/del] ears and never had a problem with them, this one promptly decided to get nasty infected. So she went to the doctor yesterday, who prescribed the biggest horse pill antibiotic pills I think I have ever seen in my entire life. Egads! The infection doesn’t stand a chance against those things! Assuming she can get them down, that is. Cause did I mention? They’re huge!

Okay, one more dose of caffeine and I might survive today.

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It’s nearly time to go home now, I’m so ready for my lovely weekend without 'im indoors. Tomorrow my friend’s taking me to a Maine Coon cat show - I think she wants to try and find a harness for her kitten because she wants to start letting him outside but he’s not got the sense he was born with. Anyway, she thinks a show specialising in all things Maine Coon would be the perfect place to find what she’s after.

I’m just going to look at cute fluffy cats. Honest, guv.

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{{{picu}}} I know what a tough time of year this is for you. You’ll be in my thoughts and prayers. You always have all us MMPers there for ya.

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My cats have learned two new tricks, neither of them good. I discovered the one last night while I was walking through the kitchen. “Why is the floor wet?,” I wondered. (That’s always an ominous question isn’t it? Like “What’s that smell?”)

Lately, Lakeisha has decided that her water must be moving before she’ll drink it, so she knocks the water dish around with her paw. Last night, she tipped it over completely. There was water everywhere. Apparently, it’s time for a heavy duty, no-tip water dish. I’d get her one of those fountains, but there’s nowhere to plug it in, and I’m afraid one more appliance will overload the circuits.

Early this morning, Skunk demonstrated *his * new trick that he learned this week, waking me up. He does this by stropping his claws on the box spring. He then runs into the kitchen, demanding to be fed. He does this at 3:30 am! Every morning this week.

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And I thought I it tough with VKid’s wimmin problem…

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Wow, both of these are similar to Cuervo tricks.

When he’s decided he’s had enough of the food in his dish, he does one of two things. He either takes something handy and drops it on top of the food in there - this could be a stuffed monkey, some toilet paper he liberates or a shoe.

OR, he just tips the damn thing over.

In the mornings, he comes to the side of the bed, and lightly tick-ticks against the wooden rail a few minutes, then jumps up. If I try to hide my head, he pulls the sheet off my face, by just lightly pulling it with his claw. If I’m exposed, he licks my nose until I wake up. If I try to sleep through that (or pretend to), he nips me on the nose.

{{{{{picu}}}}} Hang in there, come here and vent if you feel the need.

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I’m so sorry, picnurse. :: hugs ::

Good grief. I can’t even blow perfectly innocent kisses to my fellow MMPers anymore without needing a hose? I suppose I should be flattered? :dubious: :wink:

The weather looks so nice outside; I’m tempted to go to the beach, but the weather report warned of scattered thunderstorms throughout the day, so I dunno. Hm.

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TGIF! Woo! How sad is it that I enjoy Friday’s so much in part because it means I get to sleep in tomorrow? Well, sort of. MindWife has to go in to get her bloodwork done in the morning too, so we’ll have to be outta there by, say, 10:30. But I still get more sleep than normal. I’m getting old before my time.

Bobbio - I hope they’re able to sever the bum’s parental rights. Does that mean he’ll also lose any rights to her survivor’s benefit? He might actually have to get off his ass and work. Such a tragedy. :stuck_out_tongue:

Mika - Twin Peaks was … not your usual Hollywood affair. It’s a David Lynch vehicle, and if you know anything about his work, you’ll know he has a penchant for strange, sometimes bizarre symbolism. The series starts off innocently enough, though with an uncommon, disquieting stylishness that borders on artistic. Once Laura dies though, things start getting increasingly weird as the story arc progresses. The companion, post-series movie Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me continued in the same style, though with a bigger budget and more strangeness. If you like that sort of thing though, you’ll probably enjoy the series. I watched it and was rather intrigued, even as I was a little creeped out and often confused. Despite its eccentricities – or maybe because of them – I found it strangely compelling.

Special1 - That was a cool story. I was trying to come up with a joke involving “standing at attention” but it just wouldn’t come to me. :slight_smile: (Wait. That’s a double entendre. I guess that will have to do. :smiley: ) It’s refreshing to see someone who is comfortable enough with their sexual orientation, especially in an environment that usually notorious for intollerance in that regard, that they’re just fine talking about it in such an environment. Even more so that it was considered an unimportant issue by that very environment. Good on the whole lot of 'em.

BBBobbio - Bad pun. Bad! Spats would be proud.

Heff & Roo - No, no butter that I could detect. However, I think the layers were stuck together with the honey. Am I to assume they’re doing it wrong? It wasn’t precisely cheap – $5 for a small 200g, 6-piece tray – but I guess it’s just not the same as the real patisserie-made stuff.

LiLi - If I find myself heading towards the downtown area I’ll be sure and let you know so you can introduce me to that which is real and good about baklava. :smiley:

BusDude - Well, if you’re being paid more than perhaps the average is, it’s all the more reason to believe they just want you to hang around that much more. I think I’m a bit overpaid in my position, but I’ve no complaints, naturally, and it definitely makes me feel that my contributions around here are acknowledged and appreciated. That’s more than I can say for most of the jobs I’ve held.

Well, finished lunch, time to pop outside for some air before w*rk resumes.