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Post by Queen E on Apr 13, 2012 9:54:27 GMT -5
Hello all. Sorry I've not been around much. We had the rosary on Tuesday, and the funeral Wednesday. My aunt, uncles, and grandmother manage to say not one word to either mom or me the entire time. Classy. On the positive side, all sorts of cousins and friends came up with hugs and good words. It must have driven them (my aunt and uncles) crazy to hear people talking about how great my mom is. Which anyone with half a brain knows. She, of all of them, is the most like the best parts of my grandpa: articulate, ethical, charming, social justice-oriented. Her siblings? Petty, gossipy, and pathetic.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Apr 13, 2012 10:24:26 GMT -5
Hello all. Sorry I've not been around much. We had the rosary on Tuesday, and the funeral Wednesday. My aunt, uncles, and grandmother manage to say not one word to either mom or me the entire time. Classy. On the positive side, all sorts of cousins and friends came up with hugs and good words. It must have driven them (my aunt and uncles) crazy to hear people talking about how great my mom is. Which anyone with half a brain knows. She, of all of them, is the most like the best parts of my grandpa: articulate, ethical, charming, social justice-oriented. Her siblings? Petty, gossipy, and pathetic. My what a bunch of emotionally mature, well behaved and sensitive relatives you're saddled with [/sarcasm]. It must have chapped their butts to see everone come up to the both of you and recognize what awesome people you are. You have my condlences not only for your sad loss but for the ghastly individuals you have to put up with in the name of ... family? Me, I made it in to work and actually slew a useful or two. I also looked at my extensive collection of ceramic fairies and realized I no longer need them. I chose the members of my group and the few close friends I've made and gifted each one with her choice. I passed the office art supplies on to Ruben, the sweetie who is taking over the Birthday Board duties and complimented him on his first effort which is a very cute take on April Showers and has Gene Kelly in the middle "Singin' in the Rain". I am now reviewing in my mind the odds and sods that will go with me when I leave and y'know? As crowded as my desk is--not much will come with me. Like the fairies, I don't need them any more. Is this what Transition feels like? Whatever. Now I'm exhausted so Bob will be by in about 40 minutes to take me home. Next week I'll only work part-time and then it will all be over.
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Post by Queen E on Apr 13, 2012 10:29:28 GMT -5
Hello all. Sorry I've not been around much. We had the rosary on Tuesday, and the funeral Wednesday. My aunt, uncles, and grandmother manage to say not one word to either mom or me the entire time. Classy. On the positive side, all sorts of cousins and friends came up with hugs and good words. It must have driven them (my aunt and uncles) crazy to hear people talking about how great my mom is. Which anyone with half a brain knows. She, of all of them, is the most like the best parts of my grandpa: articulate, ethical, charming, social justice-oriented. Her siblings? Petty, gossipy, and pathetic. My what a bunch of emotionally mature, well behaved and sensitive relatives you're saddled with [/sarcasm]. It must have chapped their butts to see everone come up to the both of you and recognize what awesome people you are. You have my condlences not only for your sad loss but for the ghastly individuals you have to put up with in the name of ... family? Me, I made it in to work and actually slew a useful or two. I also looked at my extensive collection of ceramic fairies and realized I no longer need them. I chose the members of my group and the few close friends I've made and gifted each one with her choice. I passed the office art supplies on to Ruben, the sweetie who is taking over the Birthday Board duties and complimented him on his first effort which is a very cute take on April Showers and has Gene Kelly in the middle "Singin' in the Rain". I am now reviewing in my mind the odds and sods that will go with me when I leave and y'know? As crowded as my desk is--not much will come with me. Like the fairies, I don't need them any more. Is this what Transition feels like? Whatever. Now I'm exhausted so Bob will be by in about 40 minutes to take me home. Next week I'll only work part-time and then it will all be over. Thank you for that... And another for transitioning your life! It's funny what you discover you don't need anymore when you shift your life to something new. There's something very cleansing about "that was what I needed then...now is something new" moments. I'm excited about your possibilities! Oh, and I hope that nasty upper respiratory thing leaves NOW.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Apr 13, 2012 10:32:28 GMT -5
Hello all. Sorry I've not been around much. We had the rosary on Tuesday, and the funeral Wednesday. My aunt, uncles, and grandmother manage to say not one word to either mom or me the entire time. Classy. On the positive side, all sorts of cousins and friends came up with hugs and good words. It must have driven them (my aunt and uncles) crazy to hear people talking about how great my mom is. Which anyone with half a brain knows. She, of all of them, is the most like the best parts of my grandpa: articulate, ethical, charming, social justice-oriented. Her siblings? Petty, gossipy, and pathetic. {{{{{Erin}}}}}
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Apr 13, 2012 10:33:27 GMT -5
Hello all. Sorry I've not been around much. We had the rosary on Tuesday, and the funeral Wednesday. My aunt, uncles, and grandmother manage to say not one word to either mom or me the entire time. Classy. On the positive side, all sorts of cousins and friends came up with hugs and good words. It must have driven them (my aunt and uncles) crazy to hear people talking about how great my mom is. Which anyone with half a brain knows. She, of all of them, is the most like the best parts of my grandpa: articulate, ethical, charming, social justice-oriented. Her siblings? Petty, gossipy, and pathetic. My what a bunch of emotionally mature, well behaved and sensitive relatives you're saddled with [/sarcasm]. It must have chapped their butts to see everone come up to the both of you and recognize what awesome people you are. You have my condlences not only for your sad loss but for the ghastly individuals you have to put up with in the name of ... family? Me, I made it in to work and actually slew a useful or two. I also looked at my extensive collection of ceramic fairies and realized I no longer need them. I chose the members of my group and the few close friends I've made and gifted each one with her choice. I passed the office art supplies on to Ruben, the sweetie who is taking over the Birthday Board duties and complimented him on his first effort which is a very cute take on April Showers and has Gene Kelly in the middle "Singin' in the Rain". I am now reviewing in my mind the odds and sods that will go with me when I leave and y'know? As crowded as my desk is--not much will come with me. Like the fairies, I don't need them any more. Is this what Transition feels like? Whatever. Now I'm exhausted so Bob will be by in about 40 minutes to take me home. Next week I'll only work part-time and then it will all be over. Does it feel real yet?
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Post by Sue on Apr 13, 2012 10:41:30 GMT -5
Hugs to both Erin and Diane.
Heck: {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ throws hugs around indisciminately to ALL SCUBIES }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
I'm off to "retreat" with 60 other women. Great weather though, and nice rural place (but with hotel like rooms, yay). Might do the zip-line, although don't want to risk any random injury this close to wedding.
Back tomorrow but then pre-wedding stuff ramps up.
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Post by Queen E on Apr 13, 2012 10:44:13 GMT -5
Hello all. Sorry I've not been around much. We had the rosary on Tuesday, and the funeral Wednesday. My aunt, uncles, and grandmother manage to say not one word to either mom or me the entire time. Classy. On the positive side, all sorts of cousins and friends came up with hugs and good words. It must have driven them (my aunt and uncles) crazy to hear people talking about how great my mom is. Which anyone with half a brain knows. She, of all of them, is the most like the best parts of my grandpa: articulate, ethical, charming, social justice-oriented. Her siblings? Petty, gossipy, and pathetic. {{{{{Erin}}}}} Thank you, Anne (and Sue), for bracket-y goodness. You know, I can handle my own hurt, but I get very angry when people mess with my mom. Must be the Irish in me.
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Post by Onjel on Apr 13, 2012 17:00:52 GMT -5
Thank you, Anne (and Sue), for bracket-y goodness. You know, I can handle my own hurt, but I get very angry when people mess with my mom. Must be the Irish in me. I can see why. Your mother is a very kind, generous, big-hearted soul and it pains me that both she and you get the shaft from family, cuz you're a kind, generous big-hearted soul too. And, hey I can always come over there and kick the snot out of them.
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Post by Queen E on Apr 13, 2012 17:39:10 GMT -5
Thank you, Anne (and Sue), for bracket-y goodness. You know, I can handle my own hurt, but I get very angry when people mess with my mom. Must be the Irish in me. I can see why. Your mother is a very kind, generous, big-hearted soul and it pains me that both she and you get the shaft from family, cuz you're a kind, generous big-hearted soul too. And, hey I can always come over there and kick the snot out of them. We'll be the fuzzy-haired avengers!
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Post by Onjel on Apr 13, 2012 17:41:53 GMT -5
I can see why. Your mother is a very kind, generous, big-hearted soul and it pains me that both she and you get the shaft from family, cuz you're a kind, generous big-hearted soul too. And, hey I can always come over there and kick the snot out of them. We'll be the fuzzy-haired avengers! Hee! I like the sound of that.
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Post by SpringSummers on Apr 13, 2012 19:09:34 GMT -5
Hello all. Sorry I've not been around much. We had the rosary on Tuesday, and the funeral Wednesday. My aunt, uncles, and grandmother manage to say not one word to either mom or me the entire time. Classy. On the positive side, all sorts of cousins and friends came up with hugs and good words. It must have driven them (my aunt and uncles) crazy to hear people talking about how great my mom is. Which anyone with half a brain knows. She, of all of them, is the most like the best parts of my grandpa: articulate, ethical, charming, social justice-oriented. Her siblings? Petty, gossipy, and pathetic. Sad to have to deal with that, but you made it through, and you're the lucky one with the great mom. Hugs!
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Apr 13, 2012 19:16:39 GMT -5
My what a bunch of emotionally mature, well behaved and sensitive relatives you're saddled with [/sarcasm]. It must have chapped their butts to see everone come up to the both of you and recognize what awesome people you are. You have my condlences not only for your sad loss but for the ghastly individuals you have to put up with in the name of ... family? Me, I made it in to work and actually slew a useful or two. I also looked at my extensive collection of ceramic fairies and realized I no longer need them. I chose the members of my group and the few close friends I've made and gifted each one with her choice. I passed the office art supplies on to Ruben, the sweetie who is taking over the Birthday Board duties and complimented him on his first effort which is a very cute take on April Showers and has Gene Kelly in the middle "Singin' in the Rain". I am now reviewing in my mind the odds and sods that will go with me when I leave and y'know? As crowded as my desk is--not much will come with me. Like the fairies, I don't need them any more. Is this what Transition feels like? Whatever. Now I'm exhausted so Bob will be by in about 40 minutes to take me home. Next week I'll only work part-time and then it will all be over. Does it feel real yet? Not yet. I will probably expect to have to go back for several weeks before the reality finally sets in. I don't mind. It's part of the new. I think I've been moving toward this from when Ian died in March 2009 and through the hellish two years until I met Bob one year ago. It all comes down to, of all people, Alexander Skarsgard, my non-crush turning point whose brilliant acting style helped me begin to heal and whose kind, compassionate nature welcomed my attempt to say thank you at Paleyfest last year. Think what you want, but from the moment my letter passed to him my life began to change. If you have a mystical turn of mind--or even if you don't--it's eerie how someone who you don't know and who doesn't know you can have a profound effect upon your life and never know he's done it. It wasn't what he did or didn't do--it's that he's become like a bookmark on the close of that chapter of my life and in the process earned a lifelong fan. From that moment everything was different. I realized I was ready to began dating in earnest. Then I met Bob. Then I realized I was ready to love again. Then he moved in and the realization came that life with someone didn't HAVE to be filled with drama. Bob's being widowed meant that he would understand when I grieved. His being retired showed me that I didn't HAVE to be chained to a job I never liked and had grown to hate. His willingness to explore my crazy fan-filled world also opened up the joy of sharing that part of me that had always had to experience it alone. And here I thought falling crazy in love was only the provence of the young. Silly me. You want more? Consider: Paleyfest was on March 5, 2011. I met Bob on April 5 2011. We began discussion about living together on August 5, 2011 and he moved in on September 5, 2011. Our first anniverary together just passed. Wierd? Maybe but only in the best of good ways.
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Post by SpringSummers on Apr 13, 2012 19:18:13 GMT -5
As someone who still only has a desktop I cannot advise on computer "skins" (like a protective cover I assume). And yes, my son and soon to be DIL will be headed off to South Korea, right next to the crazy dictator with a nuclear missile, and a tiny island in the Phillipines, right next to Indonesia and it's tsunami warnings. (although it seems that those things seem to travel more east toward India than west thru the Pacific. Still, probably statistically less dangerous than driving on the Chicago interstates. I got two little netbook computers for the girls because my old laptop has just about "had it," and I didn't want them on mine. The netbooks are identical, so I wanted to get some "skins" so they can tell them apart easily. The computers aren't really "theirs," in that they will remain here for future foster kids, if the girls go home. But for now, they are "theirs." I found that cafepress has a "make your own" skin, so that worked out well. Roxanne made herself a "I love Justin Bieber" skin, and Nicole picked out a already-designed one with a sort of "wolves howling at the moon" motif. I nixed the biker skulls and the playboy bunny stuff (mystifying!) . . . the Beebs and Wolves was as far as I went.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Apr 13, 2012 19:18:43 GMT -5
Hugs to both Erin and Diane. Heck: {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ throws hugs around indisciminately to ALL SCUBIES }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} I'm off to "retreat" with 60 other women. Great weather though, and nice rural place (but with hotel like rooms, yay). Might do the zip-line, although don't want to risk any random injury this close to wedding. Back tomorrow but then pre-wedding stuff ramps up. I've always wanted to go on a retreat. You have my green-eyed best wishes for a serene experience.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Apr 13, 2012 19:19:48 GMT -5
I can see why. Your mother is a very kind, generous, big-hearted soul and it pains me that both she and you get the shaft from family, cuz you're a kind, generous big-hearted soul too. And, hey I can always come over there and kick the snot out of them. We'll be the fuzzy-haired avengers! Your hair isn't fuzzy. It's fierce. You have fierce hair. I thought we settled all that years ago.
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