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Thanks for reminding me...I have a cube up in my attic..it was the older kids when they were younger...I wonder if it's still in working condition...if our summer heats didn't fry the thing.
I need to pull it down to see if the Mini can play with it.
I just might have to go dig it out.It still works I'd bet money. They were made nearly indestructible just about the only killer is moisture or dorito grease apparently. Technically the greasy one still works it just doesn't read correctly it might be fixable with some cleaning.
Wow that sounds like a lot of stuff.I had to go through my Aunts stuff when she moved from Oldsmar to Bradenton. I threw out 4 dumpsters full of stuff while Mom kept her busy. This was from a 2 bedroom condo! Then after she went into a nursing home i did it again! Then when Dad passed away i had to get rid of their junk. Three double garages full of junk out of their attic! Mom had to go into a nursing home so most of the rest of the stuff had to go as well. I have no idea how many trips i made to goodwill. Ya, i know getting rid of stuff. I hate getting rid of mine!
That is definitely more of a reflection on them, then you. It shows you how petty and small people can be. If I were you.....I would go in and tell them how much I love the way they changed everything and thank them for cleaning everything up so you didn't have to. Do it with a great big smile and it will drive them crazy. Don't give them what they wantSo. I think this is messed up. I haven't written about it yet because it upset me, and I'm still trying to process it, I guess.
But when I came back to work Wednesday, two weeks after my mom died--and shortly after I put in my resignation--my office was completely changed around.
The sub nurses and the float nurses went through my remaining stuff, went through my drawers (!) and put my stuff in a box--my coffee pot, my Crocs, my empty egg cartons, my files. They completely reorganized the front office, my private back room, and the back treatment area with the cots. I mean they moved all my files, cchanged all the contents of my drawers, and even got the custodian to move furniture around so the physical layout is different.
It's like I never existed. It was my office. My stuff. I was there for almost two and a half years, and I still am technically there for five more weeks, I think.
Who the fcuk does that??!! Especially to someone whose mom just died, and who just came back to work?
I was going to go in today, but after that, I decided I will show up as little as possible until I'm gone. And if I had any reservations about leaving that place, I know I did the right thing.
Betches.
I'll probably take you up on it if possible next year to expand the bloodlines. Fairview01 offered to send me eggs from his LF whites later this year. He has two different lines and would mark which eggs are which.Green tea please if you have it
I am supposed to be in line for LF white cornish from a guy south of me.. if that works out I could send some eggs next year... or I can give you his info... right now I just have FB info on him.
Thanks for reminding me...I have a cube up in my attic..it was the older kids when they were younger...I wonder if it's still in working condition...if our summer heats didn't fry the thing.
I need to pull it down to see if the Mini can play with it.
It still works I'd bet money. They were made nearly indestructible just about the only killer is moisture or dorito grease apparently. Technically the greasy one still works it just doesn't read correctly it might be fixable with some cleaning.

I'm so confused!!!I think I might earn the Nerd Badge for this group.... as I still own my original NES. And yes, it still works after a few blow jobs.
GOOD FRIDAY DEAR SQUATCHERS!!!! And all y'all who lurk.
I have no idea what you'll are talking about. I feel like a foreignerI'm so confused!!!I have no idea what you'll are talking about. I feel like a foreigner