The NFC B-Day Chat Thread

@N F C

I got my papers and cards together, made a trip to the disorganized DDS center today - and guess what?? After a really long wait, found out.......

I too must be an Alien --- my birth certificate is not OFFICIAL - it is the one the hospital gave my parents, the one with my foot prints on it and it's unacceptable
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Even the official notice from the County PHD stating it had been registered was unacceptable
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So I'm $50 poorer having ordered an Acceptable one on-line....just hope it gets here before my license expires:(
 
You do Facebook!  I honestly feel safe here but would never touch the Facebook thing :hide .

Life is full of regrets, all we can hope for is that the good outweighs the bad :)   IMO my biggest personality flaw ( among many :ep  others may notice)  is being a "ruminator".  Usually minor things most folks just get over, but I cannot just forget even the small things :hit  

About the book - you have had quite a lot going on in real life lately to worry about the book.  If it is meant to be, then your book will send you a calling.



No sick days allowed - new rules:  DH's lose 7 Friday celebrations per each sick day claimed.:lau


Dont need facebook - people i love or care about, i talk to - who else needs or should care? Each to their own though - my mother has a fb account, so what do i know (rhetorical) ?

As for ruminating, as long as you don't have four stomachs, its ok, imo.

You well know that when men have a cold, they have the flu - a cough is bronchial pneumonia. Thankfully, most of the time, we suffer in silence, so sick days should be accommodated
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@N F C I got my papers and cards together, made a trip to the disorganized DDS center today - and guess what?? After a really long wait, found out.......
I too must be an Alien --- my birth certificate is not OFFICIAL - it is the one the hospital gave my parents, the one with my foot prints on it and it's unacceptable :barnie Even the official notice from the County PHD stating it had been registered was unacceptable:barnie .

So I'm $50 poorer having ordered an Acceptable one on-line....just hope it gets here before my license expires:(
Goodness me - you sure you don't live in kenya ?
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You do Facebook! I honestly feel safe here but would never touch the Facebook thing
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Life is full of regrets, all we can hope for is that the good outweighs the bad :) IMO my biggest personality flaw ( among many
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others may notice) is being a "ruminator". Usually minor things most folks just get over, but I cannot just forget even the small things
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About the book - you have had quite a lot going on in real life lately to worry about the book. If it is meant to be, then your book will send you a calling.



No sick days allowed - new rules: DH's lose 7 Friday celebrations per each sick day claimed.
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I do a lot on Facebook. We made so many friends during our time in the Navy that we like keeping in touch with, the people I grew to care about at the Ronald McDonald House, and with Ken's Masonic activities it's nice to have a lot of the other wives so we can compare schedules and notes. They've been invaluable as far as beginning my preparations for our Grand Master year because most of the have already done that. Then, of course, there is my family. Many live in Sioux Falls, but I have some up in Minneapolis, Jamie and his wife and kids in Chicago, a niece in Florida. When we go back to South Dakota for our annual visit, I don't feel like the odd man out, not recognizing kids because of how many there are and how much they change in a year, knowing where they all are in their lives, etc. When we were in the Navy and we'd go home every couple of years on leave, I often felt a little lost - they'd start yammering about this or that and I'd be totally befuddled, with no idea what they were talking about. With Facebook, I keep up with their sports, their recitals, birthday parties, etc, so now going back there it really feels like I still live there close to all of them.

Then there's Evan, Kendra and Katie. Evan goes back there every summer to stay with his dad and stepmom, so we get to see photos of what he's doing - like the Humane society thing and his volunteer work at the Butterfly House - swimming lessons, and such. Katie stays close to Jenny's family because she sees posts and photos of Jen's mom, her sisters, and their kids so when we take her back with us she fits right back in with her cousins. And Kendra. Without Facebook my family wouldn't have been able to hold my hand and keep me sane while Jenny and I were by ourselves down in Denver living at the Ronald McDonald House for that 6 weeks. They saw pictures and videos of Kendra from her first hour in the world, through her surgery, her progress learning all the things she can do, and this last surgery and series of appointments. When Ken and I took her back to South Dakota for Little Diane's wedding, everyone knew what she could and couldn't do already and had things preset. I wasn't bringing back a novelty in a wheelchair - I was bringing back a little girl they already knew and loved.

My Facebook page is private - so strangers never see anything I post. When Linda got sick I started a special Facebook page just for our family, and Linda's husband Russ said it was amazing to be able to post one time how she was doing, what the plans and prognosis were and know that only immediate family is allowed into that page. So we were pretty free to discuss things and ask questions, he wasn't pestered by making or getting a million phone calls a day. We've done the same with Ashley. I share prayer requests and whatever Chad and Jenna share openly on their other Facebook Pages, but I never, ever share anything that has been posted on the private family page. They don't either. The only thing that page is ever used for is health updates, issues, and we even were able to nip a potential family argument in the bud with humor, photos, and confidence that it wouldn't escalate with friends of friends getting involved. Disagreements don't happen very often in our family, but it was nice to politely air what was going on and resolve it without a lot of phone calls and "he said, she said, they said, we said" garbage going on. None of it was ever public, and it's so far in the past it's like it never happened in the first place.

Used right, just like this site, it's a wonderful tool to keep in touch and share. I choose my content and I choose who I share things with. I chose who's on there. I have told Little Diane's husband Dustin that I wasn't going to respond to his friend request and why. He's a great guy, but one of those kids who sometimes uses the "F" bomb like a punctuation mark. Katie and Evan like to read my posts, especially when they are in them, and they don't need to see that. He was fine with that. I'd have stuck to it even if he wasn't. So I do like Facebook.
 
@N F C

I got my papers and cards together, made a trip to the disorganized DDS center today - and guess what?? After a really long wait, found out.......

I too must be an Alien --- my birth certificate is not OFFICIAL - it is the one the hospital gave my parents, the one with my foot prints on it and it's unacceptable
barnie.gif
Even the official notice from the County PHD stating it had been registered was unacceptable
barnie.gif
.




So I'm $50 poorer having ordered an Acceptable one on-line....just hope it gets here before my license expires:(

Of course you're an alien, I suspected that all along, lol.


How on earth can your registered birth cert with your foot prints not be official? Ridiculous! Is it just me or is the world getting crazier every day?
 
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I'm back. On Friday a tree took down power lines and cable. Had power back by Sat. night, but took until just now to get cable repaired. Got to run, but will visit tomorrow.
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Great to see you Sour! You were missed
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Sorry to hear about the inconvenience, hope there wasn't any damage to your house or property.
 

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