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I am sorry for your loss. Your words paint a picture of a well loved pet, she had a good home and companion in you.

*hugs*

The marine mobile lift, like this http://www.kropfindustrial.com/conolift/marine-mobile-lifts/marine-mobile-lift-video, might be the largest RC toy. The ones used in the shipyards in California can lift 1.3 million pound yachts They move at an amazing 1 mph..

My sister's name. When it shows up on my caller id during working hours I have an anxiety attack. She never calls me at work unless someone is seriously ill, attempted suicide or is dead or dieing. Outside of business hours it's still scary, just not as bad.

we just switched cardiologists because the one wouldn't listen to us about hubby's one medicine causing gout/kidney issues. The new one said the med wasn't the cause, but agreed to switch meds. Hubby is doing much better on the new med & no gout/kidney issues. Don't ever hesitate to be your own health care advocate. Doctors are our advisors, not Gods.

**hugs** and monkeys

No it wasn't. It wasn't even the closet to the door.

It started with a dream. At first the dream was nice. I dreamt I bought an old farmhouse, a southern one sitting on blocks, to restore. I got some pets, at first tiny puppies, that became some kind of pet rodent that really peed - like rivers. Suddenly there were a few youths at the summer porch door asking to borrow any camping gear I had. I told them I didn't remember any, and suddenly the summer porch is filled with angry youths who find 2 sleeping bags I forgot (In real life we had them, but they have fallen apart from age/use). The youths are angry and start tearing apart my house. Literally ripping boards off the roof, stealing wiring, etc. I got a phone call from someone blaming me for the violence because I wouldn't give them the sleeping bags so her cousin could join them camping. I woke up throwing my cell phone across the room. The phone still works, but unfortunately my cell phone case is also my wallet. I found my driver's license and medical card. No idea where my bank card or student id went though. About an hour and a half before the end of my shift I was sent to another branch to get a car. We passed a nasty accident, that had just happened, involving a semi. that was sideways over the jersey barrier. I got off work 20 minutes late and stupidly decided to take the highway because it's faster. An hour and a half is enough time to clean up an accident right? Nope. Two lanes of the highway were closed, so 20 minutes to go 1 mile. The driver of the SUV behind me was usually giving me enough space. But every now and then he/she would get a phone call and would stop too close. I started stopping on the shoulder - kind of woke the driver up to the danger of cell calls in stop and go traffic when you're behind a motorcycle. I get out of the jam and nearly hit someone behind me who tried to pass me on the right (guess I wasn't going fast enough). So much later we're heading to my husband's plumbing cardiologist (their terms), I've got my bike because the doctor is half way to class and I had my final tonight (aced it). I sit down in the office, and set my helmet on the chair next to me (don't like it on the floor, don't want icky stuff on it to get in my hair), and the saddle bags beside me. I proceed to review for my exam, when the door opens and this very large middle age woman (close to three of me) huffs in, picks up my helmet, kicks my saddle bags and plops in the chair before dropping my helmet in my lap. The only thing that stopped me from defending myself was realizing we're in a cardiologist office, she's probably a patient, and her heart is probably too weak for her to walk any further. After the appointment I headed to campus to study. I'm working hard when one of my classmates comes in. She's the one that everyone dreads....The type that side rails the lectures on minor points. The one who asks all kinds of minor questions and keeps asking about it until the professor asks the student to ask that during office hours. She starts to ask me questions about the exam - so I lied and said I was taking my last chapter test for another course. Very glad the strange day is over.

High praise. I'm glad my words were able to paint a vivid picture. Thanks

Thanks for the review.

Even among destruction there can be hope. Thanks for the review.

Thanks for leaving the review. It felt more like poetry than a story when I wrote it.

Nature can recover from disasters, it's part of the way of life. Man just needs to learn to slow down the damage. Thanks for the review.

High praise indeed. Thanks for the review.

Thank you for the read and kind words.

I had surgery a week ago to correct some issues in my nose. Now everytime I sneeze, I sneeze out suture threads.

with Mac and Peterbuilt mentioned I'm surprised you didn't use the last obvious trucker pun. The one of the largest manufacturers of diesel engines for big rigs is Cummins.

So Tallywackers isn't a hoax. Anyone want to meet up in Dallas and check it out? If we do it in the last weekend of September of first few weekends of October, the State Fair is in town too. http://tallywackers.com http://bigtex.com

Happy Birthday

A young man has found a way to clean up the plastic debris in the ocean: https://www.minds.com/blog/view/450715060952633344/the-world039s-first-ocean-cleaning-system-will-be-deployed-in-2016

I saw him perform in the early 90's for a college crowd. He opened with this to give them something to think about. I think it's more true today than 20 years ago.

So my brother's memorial happened, despite mother nature's best effort. The nasty rain here delayed my flight, The unusual snow fall, plus cold wet spring prevent the bush for my brother from being dug until two days before the memorial. Which meant we didn't have the sign ready since we weren't sure what we would be able to get. Rather fitting I think for my brother and our family. We never quite fit the mold that society expected of us, my brother more than the rest of us. Many people who said they would come, didn't. Some I had no idea knew about his passing did. Odd to see my cousin looking so much like my dad, and hear from them how much we all look like dad. No explosions, I held my temper. Some sharing of memories. Today the township sent the family a picture of the plaque in front of my brother's bush. So it's final, and finally done. But it doesn't feel that way. The tears don't fall so often, but I still miss him.

Games belong on sports fields or tables. I absolutely abhor games. I was brought up that manipulating people is disrespectful and just plain wrong. The one girl I work with plays games. Our job description is cleaning cars, we get $3 more an hour than drivers do because it is harder work in less than pleasant conditions. She will do everything possible to get to do customer pick ups and drop offs, including taking 45 minutes to clean a car. She claims she's tired, that's why she's slow, because it is so hard to work open to close. But that's the schedule she wanted, and tried to force the rest of the car cleaners to accommodate. Really tired of it, but don't know what to do. This week my doctor recommended genetic testing due to the prevalence of a specific cancer in one side of my family. The doctor told me to call the lab and they could look up my insurance to see if the specific test is covered. So I did, only to be told that the lab can't do that, but what they can do is call me after the blood is drawn (and costs have been incurred) if it will be more than $375. So I called my insurance, to be told I had to refer to my husband's company's plan document. Called HR to get that, guess what? The rep I was talking to said I should call the insurance. He didn't get why I was mad at the run-around and games. All this I can't give you this information, this person can, but when you contact that person they refer you back to the first person/company? Arg! On top of all that, we still have the cable/phone company saga. The cable company had to replace their cable because it rusted through. In doing so they cut through the phone line to our home. Well today, we found they didn't properly bury the cable anyways, as the boy ran over it with the lawn mower. So more blame game there too.

One piece of advice I got when trying to figure out what to do is that it's easier to find a job while employed. So if you hate it, keep looking for another job. Also ask for some training, never hurts.

I might be remembering high school civics wrong, but I thought retroactive laws were made illegal in the US constitution. So the fear of billions of discrimination law suits probably is not why the laws have not passed.