Will I Be The First To Start The MMP?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I kind of need to stop getting worked up (not sure if that’s the right expression) so easily.

I used to have safety shoes, but they grew their own ecosystem while stashed away in a tropical closet, so I don’t any more. Last week I was in a big hardware store when I noticed rows and rows of safety shoes, YAY! Yeah, so I don’t need them a lot, but they come in handy when you’re moving furniture. Smallest size? 43. The Bros wear 40s, I’m a 36! (That’s a 3 or 3 1/2 in American sizes, Over There I often shop at the kid’s section) Humbug! :frowning:

Today, I get into Google and they’re celebrating the birth of Enrique Granados. Oh, my, they’ve dedicated their banner to a Spanish musician? Wow! Oh wait… is this google.es only? Yes. It was. Humbug some more :frowning:
There are at least two other people with my quite-unusual firstname at work. I feel like a dog hearing “dog” all the time and then realizing they don’t mean me.

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Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ YAWN 'Tis 76 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 91. ‘Tis also gloomy out and we’re told an eighty percent chance of rain and tstorms all day. Come on then! I want it to do it’s thing today so tomorrow evenin’ I can mow da yahd so it looks all purty and respectable for the weekend. I say that is not too much to ask.

doggio if I eat only fried pork skins all day will I counteract yestiddy’s health freak kick you reckon?

Nava nobody ever has the same first name as me. Except one person I know and we both grew up in the same small town. Go figure. So, if I hear my name at irk I know it means me.

Yay for publicity Rebo! Will you be both a newspaper and teevee celebrity? :smiley:

Now I shall seek more caffiene and brekkies. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.

Happy Hump Day Y’all!

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Blurf. Givadammer still broken. Short some pronouns, too.

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Morning all…NEW BED is wonderful, I don’t want to get up…:cool:

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Stuffed, postin’ from bed. I am impressed! :smiley:

It’s all gloomy out but no rain yet. If I gotta deal with gloom, I want rain to go with it dangit!

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Here, still throwing up.

I liked your wedding dress, too, taxi.
Kids up and fed, weather beautiful, should try to eat breakfast again pretty soon. So sleepy. Why do children not sleep till nine, like sensible humans?

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Can I ask a serious question? Those of you who have parents that passed away, do you still dream of them? My mom’s been gone 15 months and I’ve been dreaming about her once a week or so and it’s troubling.

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I dream rarely, but yes, I do dream of Dad sometimes. It’s one of the hints that it’s a dream, when I realize that I can’t be talking with him because he’s sort’a kind’a slightly dead (February 25th, 2000).

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I still have them appear in my dreams 10+ years later, but it’s not in any context I find troubling. Generally, I’m younger, and the situation is daily life stuff. Last week I had one about my Dad at a family reunion, no doubt triggered by a family reunion this past weekend that I missed.

I’ve not had any of the ‘visit from heaven’ type of dreams for several years now. Those were always pleasant, but awkward at the beginning.

“Uh, you’re dead. What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come back to see how you’re doing…”

The rest of the dream was me filling them in on what was happening in my life at the time. They ended with love yous and “We’ll be waiting for you when your time comes…” pleasantries.

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Mika my dad had been dead for seven years and I still have dreams about him. Funny though, they are childhood dreams. The dreams always take place in the house I grew up in. I have dreams of my brother whose been dead for almost ten years in the same context. Always we are kids and always in the house we grew up in. Most of those dreams take place on the front porch of the house.

Then again I am a certified weirdo so, take that for what it’s worth.

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I dream of simple things. Like last night I dreamt of driving with her, and she wanted my watch. I didn’t want to give it to her, but I have two, and you’re supposed to give away one if you have two of something and they have none. I gave her the one I was wearing, but I was wearing the one I liked better, and wished I could give her the other.

Upon thought, I wear the same style watch as my mother always wore, so maybe that has something to do with it.

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Mika it’s not uncommon to have dreams like that, especially since the watch is a tangible thing that connects you to your mother. I guess that’s why my dreams are always in the house I grew up with. That’s the one place I make a connection with family. Also, that huge front porch was a main hang out place. Sometimes dreams are in the kitchen where we did homework as kids. Never in any other rooms of the house.

In other news, remember the kid in jail? He’s still there cause the family can’t make bond. His mother is all upset that the church won’t help because in her mind the church got him in this mess because a church member pointed him in the direction of the person he did the alledged work he didn’t get paid for. Ummm… no mom, criminal damage to property by slashin’ tires landed him in jail. :rolleyes: This info I got from a church member who talked to her yesterday. Sorry he’s still locked up but that does not mean we’ll bail him out.

Oh and I’m bored at irk. It’s been quiet this mornin’. Too quiet… awfully quiet… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Ok, no AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHs happenin’ as of yet but that’s kinda what I expect when it’s like this. :smiley:

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Mine are still around. Don’t remember dreaming of them anytime lately, tho that could well change after going through something as traumatic as their passing.

We’re getting head’s up reports at work about T.S. 20 down off the Yucatan. Many of our Gulf of Mexico rigs are already shutting down operations. In an about face we’re (as residents) actually hoping it heads our way with it’s moisture despite the winds, such is the extremity of our historic drought.

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I’m home and I didn’t cry at my retirement party, so that was good. I did have some problems getting my family on the base, but we resolved it pretty quickly and we were only a couple of minutes late arriving.

My boss had taken the shrineand placed it on a table in front of the room, surrounded by cookies and brownies and candies and cake and milk and ice cream. He had a photo of me on the front screen taken last week when I got my retirement certificate. Then he brought up a top 10 list they’d done about me. It was pretty funny, and it would have been funnier if the mouthy bitch from my office had kept her mouth shut. She just *has *to be funny… :rolleyes: Still, it was a pretty good list that summarized a lot of years there.

Then he presented me with some gifts. First, 50g of worsted yarn so I could make him some socks. If you know anything about yarn, you know that worsted is good for sweaters and blankets and heavy stuff, but socks?? heh. He’ll get some socks alright. :smiley:

Next were three wooden kits to make a race car, a space shuttle, and an airplane - the labels said “For 8 and up” :smiley:

Then there was a huge bottle of Chardonnay - 1.5l I think. It was labeled “Dream Elixir” since I’m known to have some weird dreams. I see it being used for cooking.

Finally, a gift card from Home Depot for $50 - definitely will be used for paint in my studio. So yay!

I got up and said a few things, managing not to cry, and then we all ate. A few folks came up to chat (not the mouthy bitch, thank goodness) and a few others said they’d drop by tomorrow to say goodbye. I took the family down to see my cube, then they helped me carry some crap out to the car. We drove the long way thru the base so my nephew could see the ammo bunkers and some stuff **FCD **had worked on when he was there.

I sent daughter home with 4 'maters that she’s taking to her grandmother in FL. **FCD **is now napping and at 6, we meet a friend for dinner. Short day tomorrow, including a visit to the vet with Taz, and an even shorter day on Firday, then it’s done.

I do want to sit down with my boss for a few minutes and let him know how much I appreciate all he’s done over the years. Honestly, one thing that pushed me to retire was knowing he wasn’t going to be my boss any more. Heck, he may not stay there much longer - I know he was interviewing. Friday, the ones losing their jobs will find out. It’s gonna be a sad day for a lot. :frowning:

Thus endeth my Wednesday. 2 more work wakeups.

**Rebo **- very cool about the interview! And the organization, too.

**swampy **- I love the jail-related drama stories - is it evil of me to find them entertaining?

**lieu **- hope you guys do get some rain. I recall my one and only trip to Houston when I met you and **Rebo **and a few others next to the big armadillo - it had been raining then and so many of the exit ramps were flooded - what a mess that was!

**Mika **- I haven’t dreamed about my dad, but I used to have a recurring dream about digging up the grave of my paternal grandfather and finding a woven basket in the coffin. No idea what that meant.

I know there was more I wanted to comment on, but my brain is mush…

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That’s a pretty special get together, FCM. I’ll be thinkin’ about you the next coupla daze… and yeah, that rain was a real toad strangler.

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I dream about my mom sometimes and it is troubling. She’s been dead about four years, of way-early-onset Alzheimer’s, and sometimes I dream of her the way she was after the dementia got bad. On the other hand, I seem to be turning into my mother pre-dementia, so there’s that.

Speaking of family health, mine is backsliding. My cousin fell and cracked her hip and my grandma’s back in the hospital. Apparently Grandma’s diabetes are making her bones too soft for the rod they put in her foot to take, so now they’re talking amputation and then she’ll be bed-ridden. My grandma is the type of person who has to be out and about so she knows what’s going on so she will **not **be happy. I foresee a trip to see Dad and Grandma when I go on vacation.

Also today was Mama Bear’s last day at work–she’s the GM of the Sister Property at the Airport now. Also I have to call the power company to get them to get my ex-asshole-roommate’s email off of the account so I can access and pay the bill online since the paper bill has gone MIA. And my feet hurt because I need new shoes.

Miss Merry Sunshine has left the building.

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My dad’s been gone 28 years and my mom has been gone 14 years. I still dream about them both. Sometimes the dreams are situations from the past and sometimes the dreams are them with me now. I think it’s natural to dream about missed loved ones. Usually I find these dreams comforting.

To all of you who miss loved ones, please accept my deep sympathies.

Bri2k

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Not really evil MOOOOOOM. Think of it as like watchin’ an episode of Cops without the commercials. :smiley:

Dindin was early tonight. Chili with cornbread just cause well, I had chili in the freezer and wanted some. YUM!

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'mika - My parents and my sister show up in my dreams frequently. And, in these dreams, it makes perfect sense to me “Oh, you’re not dead anymore. Good.” Even awake, I find myself thinking how much one of them would appreciate what I’m doing or seeing - especially when I visit the Rosebuds. It’s normal. and it gets easier to deal with.

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I don’t dream about my dead sister and mother. I wish I did! I miss them.

I did dream about my husband that died. It was very awkward when I had remarried, and suddenly he’s back alive (in my dream) and I had to tell him that I couldn’t be married to him anymore. It was very uncomfortable and guilt-inducing. Thankfully I don’t have that one anymore.

It’s ReboSon’s 27th birthday today! We are taking him out to dinner to the good steakhouse, along with his girlfriend and her daughter. I bought him a brand new chef’s knife. I hope he likes it! I also got GF a small gift of a nice candle, and a pretty fun gift for the daughter. I got a “My First Puppy” - it’s a little purse-like thing with a stuffed doggy, and 3 outfits to dress him in. It’s sooooo cute!

I took Dad to the audiologist today, and the hearing aid that he is “trying out” has given him a significant improvement in hearing. 20% to 44%! So yay for that! And boo on the Beltone people for selling him a sub-par hearing aid. Grr.

Also took Dipsey to the vet for his annual checkup and shots, and he got a clean bill of health. Yay!

I’m tahred.