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Lostintheglades
Member
07-10-2000
| Wednesday, September 01, 2004 - 3:29 am
LMAO Serate....you don't live in Coral Gables do you? Miami? hehe That is just toooo funny but then again it's not. I believe our ancestors all learned English when they came here did they not?
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Escapee
Member
06-15-2004
| Wednesday, September 01, 2004 - 8:02 am
Was he joking?
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Serate
Member
08-21-2001
| Wednesday, September 01, 2004 - 8:16 am
I live in Louisville. And no I don't think he wasn't joking - he seemed dead serious, and got a little miffed when I gave him a shocked look and then continued to take my laundry out of the washers w/o commenting on it. I won't use the language he used, but he lectured me on the problems with "arrogant white Americans". I just kept putting my laundry in my baskets, keeping an eye that he kept out of my air space. When I was ready to leave I smiled and told him "have a nice day!" and he shut up and stared at me. Dang, should have said that 15 minutes sooner. I have NEVER been one to say that people coming here need to learn English. My stand is that if the US is not going to declare English the official language, then all documents need to be published in EVERY language that people here call their 1st language, not just Spanish. My belief is that by doing both English and Spanish we are discriminating against all others who don't speak English, just as the Spanish speaking say we discriminate against them if everything is English only.
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Ophiliasgrandma
Member
09-04-2001
| Wednesday, September 01, 2004 - 9:24 am
My ancestors brought the English language with them from Cornwall, England.
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Serate
Member
08-21-2001
| Wednesday, September 01, 2004 - 9:34 am
That's awesome Ophiliasgrandma! I need to pay attention more to my brother when he goes off on geneology - he's got our dad's side back to the 1600's. Dutch. Mom's side is Irish, Scottish, and English [or is it British?], but I don't know how far back.
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Ophiliasgrandma
Member
09-04-2001
| Wednesday, September 01, 2004 - 11:29 am
My eldest daughter has been into our history big time for the past few years. Darn, and she still hasn't found a king, emperor or the like hanging on our tree.
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Weinermr
Member
08-18-2001
| Wednesday, September 08, 2004 - 1:19 pm
Is it still illegal to strangle co-workers? Just checking. Thank you. 
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Lancecrossfire
Moderator
07-13-2000
| Wednesday, September 08, 2004 - 2:41 pm
Weiner---can you reasonably claim self-defense?
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Whoami
Member
08-03-2001
| Wednesday, September 08, 2004 - 2:49 pm
As far as I can remember Weiner, it still is. Sorry. There was a sorta funny, sorta bad software thing (can't remember what type it was, but it was one of those "interactive" type things). It had a pic of a co-worker, who would start off making all these excuses for being late, not doing his work, etc. Then if you pressed certain buttons on the keyboard, you could punch his nose, distort his face, strangle him, etc. I thought I still had it somewhere on my hard drive. I must have lost it when I switched computers. Otherwise I would have sent it to you. On a similar note. Is it illegal to strangle incompetent home oxygen delivery people who never get your order straight, or call ahead like you asked?
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Vacanick
Member
07-12-2004
| Wednesday, September 08, 2004 - 2:51 pm
I want that software thing, with a picture of my boss on it! That would be so cool!
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Yankee_in_ca
Member
08-01-2000
| Monday, September 27, 2004 - 7:39 pm
Oh, eff it. I'm angry, I'm tired, I'm stressed ... and I just wanted someplace to say it! Arrrrrgh!
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Ginger1218
Member
08-31-2001
| Tuesday, September 28, 2004 - 4:19 am
awww Yankee doodle dandy {{{{hugs}}}} punch something it will make you feel better LOL
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Vacanick
Member
07-12-2004
| Tuesday, September 28, 2004 - 8:45 am
Yankee, I always found that screaming into a pillow works as well. Hope you feel better.
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Lkunkel
Member
10-29-2003
| Thursday, October 21, 2004 - 9:29 pm
Just needed to ramble and get this one out...afterall, it's why we're having the Folder Party: No good deed goes unpunished. Yesterday, in exchange for borrowing Nina and Paul's car, I agreed to take their 94-year-old uncle to his appointment to check his pacemaker. The night before, while doing the car transfer, Paul asked that I come to the house in the AM at 8AM to give Peter his insulin. I was less than thrilled, since at 8AM, I'm still doing my morning routine, including taking my meds. I asked Paul to have Nina call me when she got home. I also left messages at 1PM on her cell phone and home phone. Yesterday morning I woke up late (7:30), choked down all of my pills, and fell out the door to get to their house. Nina called me when I was 2 minutes from the house to tell me I didn't have to do the insulin, but, given when I was, to come over and she would straighten out the directions. I got the directions and then decided to head home and take my meds. Bad news: since I had waited, I had to take two pain pills together, causing me to nod off to sleep. Potshot had to take the bus some place and he decided to take the cell phone. (Now, as a side note: we purchased the TracFone because he was worried about me getting into miscellaneous scrapes that may require me to call home or someplace to gain assistance. Keep this in mind, as you continue reading...) I got ready to leave and headed out into the Las Vegas rain (rain = flooding) in the borrowed vehicle to get Peter. I was oddly being rained on while inside the vehicle. I looked up, and noted that the patched rip had not been totally patched, so I was dripped on quite regularly. As I reached the 1 mile point away from the apartment, the car slowed, slowed, and then stopped. I had managed to get over into the ankle-deep water flooded curb. I popped the hood, and looked around. It was a purely residential neighborhood, the nearest pay phones were about a mile up the road. But...who would I call? DH was on the nice dry BUS with the cell phone, Nina and Paul were at work (I thought) and Peter is 94, partially deaf, senile, and of very little help. As I sat in the car, with the hood of the car up, my feet and legs soaked from doing that process, and water dripping on me from the roof, I pondered my options. Eight police cars passed...finally two really big guys stopped. They switched out the battery I had with the one in their car, it didn't start THEIR car, but their battery started the one I was driving. So, they got me started and suggested I do something about the battery. I headed to the AutoZone, 3 miles away. I walked in--with my cane and filthy, wet white shirt--in tears. It was now 1:55PM--the appointment was for 2:00. I once again go through my calling options, as one of the employees took pity on me, and not only removed, tested, sold, and replaced the battery for me and allowed me one phone call. I called the VA Clinic I was supposed to take Peter too and explained everything that had happened. They said that if I could make it by 3:15, he could have the appointment. I said wonderful. I paid for the new battery, and headed for Nina & Paul's. I get there, leaving the car running (just in case), and head up the ramp to get Peter. Meanwhile, Nina was freaked that I was late (an untypical thing for me), and then when she called the cell phone (she's the only one with the number other than Potshot & me), and he assured her that I had been on my way. He gets home, and finds the two messages, and calls her back to clarify that I HAD gotten there, right? Her reply: "No!" and now he's also worried. When I DID show up, calling to Peter to get his coat so we could boogie, Nina pulls open the door--apparently she had not had to be to work until 3:00PM (but taking Peter would have made her 45 minutes late)-- and hugs me, dials the phone, and tells Bill I am here. She shoves the phone between my shoulder and ear as I'm washing my hands, and I assure him that I am fine. I tell both him and Nina that the car had needed a new battery. Peter, bless his heart, heard "needed a new battery" so he is rummaging through his batteries, asking if I need a thin round one or a fat round one. Nina tells him to let me finish and he says he's just trying to help. I hung up with Bill and told Nina that Peter had a 3PM appointment, so we needed to get going. Nina looks at me oddly, since she had CANCELED the 2:00 appointment at 1:45; which explained the reason the woman was confused when I called to reschedule the appointment. I said, well, he has this one, so let's do something! I told Peter that we needed NO batteries now, since I had bought a new CAR battery. I then asked him if he wanted to go to the bookstore with me, so I could return 2 books that I had bought the night before (turns out, I should have returned the third too--I HATE new covers on books!) and that would get us home in time for his 5PM insulin shot. He readily agreed; Nina gave me a hug, and off we went. We found the VA after a little difficulty (Nina wrote to turn left and the building was on the right side; it was actually turn RIGHT and the building is on the LEFT side of the road). I got him into the building, and then looked for a phone to let Potshot know that we had safely arrived one more time, and outline our return trip. Peter's appointment went well, and so we headed for the bookstore. Everything was going great, but when we made the turn into the B&N parking lot, I noticed that the car slowed down, and then picked up a bit. We went to B&N and came back out, and the car wouldn't start. We went back into B&N, and I called DH. I told him to call Nina on the cell phone and to call AAA (she had told me she would have done that instead of my buying the battery) and tell them our location. I also told him that I was out of coins and needed to stay with the car (since I'd have to be there for AAA, and I didn't want Peter alone in the store, not knowing what Peter as lovable but as senile as he is may do), so I'd be home when I got there. Meanwhile, he calls Nina and Nina calls AAA. AAA tells her they'll be happy to rescue us, as long as she is either at the breakdown site or the drop off site. She explains that she is at work, and could she come in and sign first thing in the morning,; meanwhile I could show a lot of signatures on papers that showed it was the correct car. Nope, AAA replied. One of the people in the car is a diabetic who needs his insulin in 45 minutes, she explained. Sorry to hear that, AAA replied, but that's not our problem. ARGH. At that point, Nina decided to leave work and retrieve us. She calls DH to tell him, and he replies that there isn't anyway to tell me. At that point, Nina scolded him, asking why on earth HE took the cell phone!! He said he'd been asking that too. As Peter and I are both getting cold--and I'm getting rained on, I keep trying to turn the ignition over enough to at least turn on the heat--Nina suddenly appears. We switch over to her car, and she drives us home. (She had decided at that point, her sanity was shredded, and she ended up leaving work.) I get upstairs, and all I want to do is thaw out. I change out of the wet clothes, into PJs, soak my white shirt, and crawl into bed. Bill reminds me that I haven't eaten dinner, I told him I didn't care. (Of course, I hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch either, so I probably should have cared.) I slept for a bit and then got up to use the restroom. I flushed, and the water swirled higher, and higher and higher. After we get it plunged and newspapers piled several days deep to soak up the water, and we've washed up, I leave a message for the apartment complex that we needed a toilet repair. We finally crawl back into bed, but I'm not sleepy anymore. I end up staying awake until 5:00AM. At 7AM, I load the wet papers into garbage bags and set it outside and put the rugs into the washer to soak. I realize as I wet swiffer the floor that I will have to clean it on my hands and knees (causing me immense physical pain) to really get the edges good, but I decide it can wait until after we get repaired. At 2pm, Bill heads down to get our mail, and check out our status for repair. How about NOT? They had never listened to the email, so we weren't on the list. Bill filled out the form to get us on the list and they'll call before they come. I've spent the rest of today sleeping and resting and just trying to stay warm. I must have been more cold yesterday than I thought. I also did a very short remembrance ritual since today would have been my dad's 82nd birthday. Tomorrow will be a better day, right? (Even if I DO have to go to the dentist at 9AM...)
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Ophiliasgrandma
Member
09-04-2001
| Friday, October 22, 2004 - 8:56 am
I'm out of breath. I have a plaque that says, 'Hope Ever Tells Us That Tomorrow Will Be Better'.
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Ohiomobprincess
Member
11-07-2003
| Friday, October 22, 2004 - 9:12 am
I'm determined to have a great weekend with DH. A certain law firm is trying to make this impossible. I understand everyone has a job to do, but there are so many "bad" people out there, why am I one of the only ones being singled out??? If I had the money to hire my own attorney, I would sue them for undue harrassment.
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Mocha
Member
08-12-2001
| Friday, October 22, 2004 - 9:48 am
If I was allowed to use the f-word here I would gripe about these dang hot flashes. I'm hormonal and would really and cheerfully strangle someone right now. It wouldn't matter who it was either. Anyone will do. Damn I need to move to Alaska. !@#$$%%^T^!@!@$#$
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Lumbele
Member
07-12-2002
| Friday, October 22, 2004 - 10:19 am
<feeling miserable enough to volunteer neck to hormonal purple one>
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Mocha
Member
08-12-2001
| Friday, October 22, 2004 - 10:23 am
<feeling enough intense heat to take you up on that my friend>
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Twinkie
Member
09-24-2002
| Saturday, October 23, 2004 - 9:45 am
Mocha, try different OTC HRT until you find one that stops the hot flashes. It took me 3 or 4 times but now I've got ones that really work. I haven't had a hot flash since. Or you can try Alaska. I am so sick of rainy, grey days that I'm going to need a mental ward if I don't see some sunlight soon!! I have a fun outdoor thing planned for my friend and I but we can't do it because its always freaking raining!! Stop It!
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Jan
Member
08-01-2000
| Tuesday, November 09, 2004 - 1:19 pm
GRRRRRRRRR..gov't spending of our tax dollars always makes me cringe so I am really cringing today. For the last few months, a construction firm under contract to the city has been digging up water lines and repaving in front of my apt building. While I was walking home from the store today, the construction "slow/stop" sign lady started to talk to me. I took the opportunity to ask her why they paved the road in front of my building last week and now, this week, are busily tearing up the new paving in two or three different areas. I said, "I know there must be a good reason to do it that way and I was just wondering what it was". She actually laughed and told me about our tax dollars at work. Apparently, after they had already paved it, the city changed it's mind about a few things and wanted them to check out more stuff. So they were authorized to rip it up and repave (at tax expense of course). When I looked surprised she really laughed and said "here's something you can really cringe about." Last week her company completed a job on Hwy 69 putting in $2.5Million worth of curbs. This week Reynolds (another company) has a contract to do something else to the same stretch. In order to do what they need to do, Reynolds is RIPPING UP THE ENTIRE $2.5 million worth of new curbing!!!!!!! Oh well, at least we got one weeks use of the expensive curbing, no??? 
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Juju2bigdog
Member
10-27-2000
| Tuesday, November 09, 2004 - 2:45 pm
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Graceunderfyre
Member
01-21-2004
| Wednesday, November 10, 2004 - 10:25 am
omg. . . remember, these people are most likely the ones that voted for bush.
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Bob2112
Member
06-12-2002
| Wednesday, November 10, 2004 - 10:33 am
<...thinks those people are most likely the ones that voted Canadian...>
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Graceunderfyre
Member
01-21-2004
| Wednesday, November 10, 2004 - 11:38 am
lol that took me a minute. .. I was thinking I was reading a post of Jackie's (JMM)
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