A new respect for movers.

My kid's stuff was shipped to my house yesterday. I knew they were sending a semi, but HOLY MOLEY!!!! When the driver called to say he was on his way, I warned him about our roads. I live on a very, very narrow, windy (with very sharp turns), very hilly (with a few pretty radical drops) road. He kind of sighed and said, "Oh no. Well, we'll give you a call if there are any problems".

I started praying. My kid would freak out if they couldn't deliver his stuff.

My son got there about 15 minutes before the truck. GOOD LORD, MAN! This was a REAL semi. Not one of the ones I was expecting. It pulled up and out jumped a Hispanic man that was much shorter than myself (I'm 5'7&quot . He's the driver. He was a little shaken up, but laughed it off. They almost fell off the road a couple of times (yes, you can "fall" off our road into one of two canyons). He asked if getting out the other way would be easier. I smiled. "Um. Sure...sort of." He rolled his eyes and laughed.

They unloaded all my son's stuff in no-time, were super friendly and cautious. Not one of them broke a sweat or looked winded, not even the really large guy. This was also their third delivery of the day with lots of miles between each.

All I kept thinking was, I hope they're union and paid well. Tonite I'm looking the company up to check. FYI: United Van Lines.

Pastor to End Rooftop Vigil after Donation

List of acceptable words and terms, please.

I'm confused. I very seldom see anything hidden by a jury in the Lounge. I believe it's because LynnSin hasn't posted a list. Once we have a list of what we're allowed to say, we can invite the jury in to chastise us appropriately. Let's face it, some of you need a good chastising.

I'll start it off. From this point on the word "ginger" is no longer acceptable when in reference to a redhead. We shall from this day forth be referred to as Freakin' Awesome People. FAPs, if you prefer. There will be no more debate on whether or not we have souls. Frankly, my soul, or lack of, is none of your business. Please keep your religious views out of my body. If I choose to have a soul I will take one.

Excuse me, Juror #2?

At Tue Feb 21, 2012, 06:07 PM you sent an alert on the following post:

Moran or moron?

REASON FOR ALERT:

This post is disruptive, hurtful, rude, insensitive, over-the-top, or otherwise inappropriate. (See <a href="http://www.democraticunderground.com/?com=aboutus#communitystandards" target="_blank">Community Standards</a>.)

YOUR COMMENTS:

Besides the obvious, poster is obviously living in a box somewhere deep in the heart of Red State.

A randomly-selected Jury of DU members completed their review of this alert at Tue Feb 21, 2012, 06:15 PM, and voted 6-0 to HIDE IT.

Juror #1 voted to HIDE IT and said: No explanation given
Juror #2 voted to HIDE IT and said: Actually when I read the alert I think that should be hidden too for it's slam against 'red' states. But I think the poster is probably a troll so hide it.
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Juror #4 voted to HIDE IT and said: the author is 'new' and apparently hasn't even been lurking long--so to be fair- i would say hide it and let it go....
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Thank you.

I've officially driven myself insane.

For months, actually a year, I've been searching for the perfect, low-priced surround-sound system. It doesn't exist. So, today I decided to look at sound bars. Apparently, if I buy one of those I'm an idiot in the eyes of the nerd squad that infiltrates every damned site I visit. I can't friggin' win. I even joined Consumer Reports for a couple of months. Yeah, that's great if I have $1000 to spend. The internet has ruined my blissfully ignorant consumerism. I feel like a year of my life is gone.

I'm just going to go home and move the couch to 3 feet from the TV. It'll look awesome. Maybe I'll start a trend.

All this AND I got a massive paper cut from a cardboard box today. No Band-Aids available, so I have toilet paper wrapped with duct tape around my finger. Not one person I've seen today has made a comment, which makes me think that they think I'm loony and just like wearing toilet paper and duct tape for fun.

My son became a civilian last nite.

After 8 years as a Marine, he's now just one of us.

It's been a rough day for me. Memories are flooding what few brain cells I have left. Every milestone in his life, from his first steps to his marriage. Maybe it's my brain's way of purging some stuff to make room for upcoming milestones. Or, maybe it's just its way of telling me how proud I am to be his mother and how lucky I am to have such a great son.

I'm a mess, today.




Thanks, kid.

Pres. Obama military accomplishments?

Does anyone have a link? My Marine son is in need of some more deprogramming and I can't find the link. Not too long ago someone posted a chart of the accomplishments by category. Do any of my fellow BOGites remember?

What a cool day!

I got my refund! Woot!
The Husband brought me breakfast at work. Aw!
I woke up in less pain than usual. YAY!
And...the best part?

Someone I admire here got a heart. I had run out and couldn't afford to get any more. Just saw that someone else caught up with him/her. Thank you!!! (Yeah, that's a pretty general, "thank you" since I don't wanna name the name of the recipient. So, just thanks all!)

Yay! I have a stalker!

Thank you! And, thank you for donating to PP! They saved my life years ago.

I overthink everything.

Tomorrow, I will be buying some hearts (payday, YAY!). Great idea that I hope we can continue with other holidays and causes.

BUT...

All the people I was thinking of giving one have too many. So, I thought, I'll just hand them out randomly to folks that don't have any. BUT...what if I inadvertently give one to a FReeper troll who just happens to say something normalish and catches me off guard? The next day, POOF! he's been vaporized along with my heart.

I came up with the solution. Tomorrow, I'm handing out hearts to the people here that irritate me. I might even end up giving one to one of the 4.5 people that are ignoring me. Let's face it, even people in our lives that annoy us can make us laugh, provide us with thinking material or even come up with a good idea occasionally.

I'm glad this only took 6 hours of contemplation unlike the 6 months it's taken to find a surround sound system or the 4 months it's taken to pick out blinds. The husband is a patient man.