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Post by Pahina722 on Dec 27, 2018 19:32:39 GMT
I was at $4800 adding the lines up through November when I hit something wrong. I’m guessing around $5700 for the year. I was too lazy to go to my computer and export/import the data. Everything we buy through Amazon is something we are going to buy period, so it’s not a big deal to me.
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Post by Pahina722 on Dec 26, 2018 2:47:47 GMT
My mom died suddenly in September after having emergency open heart surgery. My father is understandably having a difficult time with it as Friday would have been their 60th anniversary. Because my mother adored going all out with decorating and cooking for Christmas, he has refused to have anything to do with it, so much so that he handed me cash and told me to buy his gifts for our family. We’ve tried to call him, but I’m pretty sure that he went up to the hunting camp to be away from the whole situation. And I’m sick, sick, sick, so it’s hard to feel very festive when I miss my mom, my dad, and can’t do anything without going into a coughing fit.
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Post by Pahina722 on Dec 25, 2018 5:04:48 GMT
Luckily my department never did the exchange, so I’ve been spared that pain. There are some people I can barely tolerate so having to gift them would just about put me over the edge.
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Post by Pahina722 on Dec 25, 2018 5:02:41 GMT
The stockings have been filled and everyone’s heading for bed. Of course DS (21) probably won’t go to sleep until 4 am as he’s such a night owl, but I’m on my way.
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Post by Pahina722 on Dec 25, 2018 2:45:26 GMT
We just finished our charcuterie board for tonight, I’ve baked the cinnamon pie for tomorrow and have the broccoli, rice and cheese casserole ready to go in the oven tomorrow morning. The in-laws are hosting, so I don’t have to worry about anything else. FIL is smoking a turkey and a ham in his big green egg, and I believe that MIL is making two kinds of stuffing . . . for FIVE of us. We will be eating leftovers the rest of the week.
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Post by Pahina722 on Dec 25, 2018 0:35:18 GMT
As soon as I can shake this cold/sinus infection whatever that is driving me crazy, I want to get back in the habit of hitting the gym at least 3 times a week. Losing weight would be nice, but mainly I just want to feel healthier. And then there is the decluttering project: the library needs serious purging of books which I will never read again and/or which I also have in an ebook version. With the freed shelves, I can store my yarn stash and MAYBE see what I have.
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Post by Pahina722 on Dec 25, 2018 0:23:35 GMT
That looks like a kid playing dress up in her mother’s clothes. It’s hideous. Never thought I would have that reaction about one of her outfits.
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Post by Pahina722 on Dec 20, 2018 23:00:56 GMT
I THINK the coach is questioning whether competition rules will allow it. Have you asked for clarification?
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Post by Pahina722 on Dec 20, 2018 18:46:59 GMT
Holy crap! That’s me.
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Post by Pahina722 on Dec 20, 2018 18:42:39 GMT
DH does this every year, even though neither DS or I look. In fact, most of our gifts are sitting out in the open in the boxes in which they were delivered. There’s a pile for DS, a pile for DH, a pile for his parents. Mine? Who knows.
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Post by Pahina722 on Dec 13, 2018 2:43:07 GMT
I got nothing to top the gorilla story, but I have shipped a cat from Philly to Florida. I couldn’t go with him, but my apartment ‘discovered’ that I had a cat and ordered me to get rid of him. Since I was moving home in 6 months, I just shipped him early.
It was over 30 yrs. ago, and vet at the time gave me a tranquilizer for the cat. I doped him up, slung him over my shoulders (how the cat always traveled in the car) and drove him 30 miles to the airport. By the time I got there, he was half awake, but kitty-drunk, stumbling over himself. The airline rep and I nearly peed ourselves laughing at him trying to get away from the pet carrier and tripping. Three hours later, my father picked him up at the Pensacola airport, still kitty drunk and asleep. The biggest trauma for the cat was waking up to find himself face to face with my folks’ cat as he’d never seen another cat before.
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Post by Pahina722 on Dec 6, 2018 1:31:43 GMT
For years, I worked in costume jewelry and scarves section of a department store. We were encouraged to wear necklaces, bracelets, pins, and scarves (not pierced earrings) to encourage customers to buy them. Since I generally closed, it was really easy to walk out of the store still wearing them, not realizing what I’d done until I got around to undressing at home. So, the next day I worked, I would dutifully bring back whatever had come home with me, just to start the cycle again.
It was a running joke with us since everyone who worked nights had the same experience pretty regularly.
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Post by Pahina722 on Nov 22, 2018 15:59:06 GMT
That’s so exciting! Thanks for sharing.
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Post by Pahina722 on Nov 21, 2018 13:35:47 GMT
Since I’m from Northwest Florida, it’s hard for me to separate out Cajun food from ‘just’ Southern food, and we have more emphasis on seafood as well because we are on the Gulf Coast. I can’t name just seven Southern foods, but I can add some I haven’t seen mentioned: ambrosia, divinity, fried mullet, crawfish boil, pralines.
Can you tell I have a love of fried and dessert . . . Sometimes even fried dessert?
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Post by Pahina722 on Nov 9, 2018 3:02:42 GMT
No, but I’ve hit the house itself!
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Post by Pahina722 on Nov 8, 2018 23:46:28 GMT
Well, of course it’s stress! Stress is one of the triggers for IBS. So, have any doctors put you on anxiety meds? When I talked to my doctor about my symptoms, the first thing she did was to ask if I were under any stress. After I stopped laughing, she suggested trying me on anxiety meds since they frequently help with IBS issues. And they have! I’ve gone from having attacks at least weekly to every 2 months or so.
A side benefit is that I’ve also been sleeping better and more able to stay focused at work. I simply hadn’t realized how much I was worrying about things I just couldn’t change. So, I changed myself.
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Post by Pahina722 on Nov 8, 2018 13:40:54 GMT
On the extremely rare occasions that I wrangle the trash cans, I pull. The things are up to my chest, so trying to shove them up hill from the house would be impossible. I think DH pushes, but he’s a foot taller than I am, so the physics work better for him that way.
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Post by Pahina722 on Nov 5, 2018 23:45:43 GMT
Same recipe, but I also add a few splashes of Tabasco into the cheese and broccoli mix before adding in the rice, maybe 1.5 teaspoons. Gives it some nice heat.
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Post by Pahina722 on Nov 4, 2018 18:16:54 GMT
Me, too. I’ve always considered myself a liberal-leaning fiscal conservative, who registered and voted Republican my whole life. Couldn’t do it for Trump, and didn’t do it for a single Republican this time, either. I voted Republican because of the fiscal conservative side—but the current party has blown that out of the water while also trying to be as restrictive and socially backward as possible.
I must say that my email inbox has been very interesting as I get “ Stop the crazy liberal Democrats!” and “Stop the Trump lackeys!” ones both. As a registered Republican, I’m being flooded with their scare tactic emails, and I’m also getting the Democratic ones begging for help because I contributed to Nelson’s campaign against Governor Voldemort (Rick Scott).
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Post by Pahina722 on Nov 3, 2018 19:06:16 GMT
DH and I just got back from early voting. I’m in Florida and that idiot Matt Gaetz is my Rep, so I’m hoping we can get him out.
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Post by Pahina722 on Oct 26, 2018 20:25:36 GMT
I drive a 2012 Outback and DS has our old 2010 Outback, both of which we love and trust. They are extremely reliable and the mileage is much better than our Honda CRV, as is the comfort level. The Outbacks feel much more like cars than the truck like feel of the CRV and are much quieter. What really sold us on Subaru’s were the standard safety features and stellar reliability ratings—and they’ve lived up to the hype.
As soon as DS graduates from college, DH is getting himself either an Impreza or the Crosstek—he already has been building his dream cars online!
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Post by Pahina722 on Oct 17, 2018 2:19:42 GMT
Sheets about every other week during the winter and weekly during the summer when I always seem to sweat more a night. Mattress cover when I think about it. I frequently change the pillowcases for a fresh pair midweek. DS worries me. He apparently never notices that his sheets need to be changed—as in he’s been back at school for 8 weeks and just mentioned that maybe it was time to wash his FOR THE FIRST TIME.
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Post by Pahina722 on Oct 17, 2018 2:05:15 GMT
I will walk into his home, drop my bags in the middle of the living room floor and head to the bathroom without acknowledging anyone’s existence. Upon reaching the bathroom, I will take a 45 minute long poop while simultaneously playing my tablet and phone. Later, I will retreat to his man cave, where I will hoard empty glasses, coffee mugs, paper plates, and tissue boxes until he asks where have all our drinking utensils gone. At the same time, I will spread armfuls of colored pencils, chalks, watercolors, and half-used drawing pads throughout the room.
As he’s trying to sleep, I will play video games with the volume high in the room next door until 3 AM, sometimes chatting with my friends online too. If I decide to humor him and wake before 2 PM, I will be sure to make up for it by using all the hot water with my interminable shower and slip water on the floor, soaking bathmats. And of course, I will leave all my dirty underwear decorating the gues bathroom floor. Above all, though, I will make sure that his guest bedroom needs to be fumigated after I leave because of the accumulation of dirty clothes, empty bags, dirty tissues, and general crap that I spread over every inch of the floor. So there!
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Post by Pahina722 on Oct 11, 2018 3:06:26 GMT
It went in enough east of me that I got only lots of wind gusts and intermittent downpours. This was my fourth hurricane, but only the first that landed east of me. The other three hit Pensacola directly or slightly to our west and were HORRENDOUS. We were without power for two to three weeks each time and once with a live oak our roof. I feel for those in Panama City!
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Post by Pahina722 on Oct 1, 2018 1:47:58 GMT
According to my DH who coaches two different high school sports, that needs to be reported to the coaches immediately and should have been during the game. If reported as it was happening, the coaches could speak with the refs and tell them to watch what that team was doing more closely.
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Post by Pahina722 on Sept 28, 2018 17:22:51 GMT
Like to canoe across town in the monsoon to get drenched just trying to get the umbrella open to make it to the monthly meeting where we discuss sh!t I already know about. Just cancel the damn thing already.
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Post by Pahina722 on Sept 18, 2018 17:26:15 GMT
Florida requires two years of a foreign language period. If the students takes it during high school, there is no foreign language gen ed requirement in college. But if they’ve not taken it in high school, then they must take two semesters in college. (A year of high school = a semester of college)
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Post by Pahina722 on Sept 13, 2018 0:35:45 GMT
Because I lived in a house built specifically to withstand hurricanes, I stayed during Erin, which was only a Cat 1. However, living through having a massive oak tree land on my house as the eye wall went over was so traumatic that I evacuated 2 months later when Opal came through—and we never lost power during it. Since then, we’ve stuck it out during Cat 1 and 2 but leave for everything higher.
It isn’t so much the hurricane itself that is horrible for me (as I live 10 miles from a beach on the highest ground in the county) as it is the misery of being stuck with no power and hellacious heat and humidity for 2 to 3 weeks afterward. On the other hand, evacuating can mean that I return to a house with extra water damage and freezers full of rotting food that I could have avoided if I stayed. If, though, I was in a mandatory evacuation zone, I’d be gone in a heartbeat. I lost coworkers who refused to leave their houses and drowned when the storm surge flooded their homes.
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Post by Pahina722 on Sept 8, 2018 21:32:14 GMT
I will be in the minority. That is one of my favorite styles, and I love the color. For those of us with more junk in the trunk than belly, it works well.
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Post by Pahina722 on Sept 4, 2018 13:21:41 GMT
In the same city, yes. In fact, both DH and I have parents living within 20 minutes of us. It’s close enough that we can get together frequently, but not so close that people just walk in my door unannounced. But we have no desire to have the ‘rents next door to us.
We’ve traveled with DH’s parents and they both drive us NUTS after two days. FIL knows everything and talks right over everyone; MIL has no interests other than her grandchildren from my sister-in-law and chatters about them incessantly. While they are both deep down really good people, we can’t stand that much togetherness without snapping. (We aren’t even going to mention that they are rabid conservatives and closet racists, which causes us a lot of clenched jaws to keep from cussing.)
We have discussed having my dad live with us if Mom dies first. Since she’s currently in ICU, unresponsive after complications from open heart surgery, it’s seeming more likely that Daddy might end up with us soon. It sounds so much more real having written it down. Given all that she’s gone through, I don’t even know whether to hope she wakes up or that she passes peacefully.
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