A - Age: Older than I want to be; younger than I'm going to be
B - Bed size: Queen
C - Chore you hate: Cleaning out the refrigerator
D - Dad's Name: Leonard
E - Essential start your day item: Coffee
G - Goals you've set: Elect pro-Constitution candidates
H - Height: 5"6-1/2"
I - Instruments you play(ed): Violin, cello, bassoon, guitar
J - Job title: Member of the Professional Staff; Business Planner
K - Kid(s): Yes
L - Lasting Memory: Lebanon Valley Speedway
M - Mom's name: Barbara
N - Nickname: Oh, no, you won't get that out of me
O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: Crohns Disease
P - Pet Peeve: Lying
Q - Quotes you like: If you can't trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?
R - Right or left handed: Right
S - Siblings: Many
T - Traits: Stubborness
U - Unusual talent(s): Making "water drop" noises
V- Vegetable you hate: Okra
W - Worst Habit: Talking instead of listening
X - X-rays you've had? Feet, ankles, hips, abdomen, chest, wrist, fingers ....
Y - Yummy food you make: Beef stew
Z - Zoo animal: Pandas
This weekend I will spend with almost a dozen sorority sisters from Carnegie Mellon. With the exception of two, I've not seen them since my Pittsburgh days -- some 30 years ago.
We're getting together here in the area, and staying in a hotel in Alexandria. I chose to stay there as well, since we have so little time together. To save costs, most of us are sharing rooms. No big deal ...
Except, Wednesday night I spoke for the first time with the woman sharing with me. She told me the last time she was in DC was for ... wait for it ... the Million Mom March.
Anyone see the issue here?
Could be an interesting weekend. IN the interest of tranquility, I'm not wearing the shirt that says "If you don't like my gun rights, you can go straight to Heller".
So I bought a new car recently. What the heck, got 0% financing and some rebates, making it a fair price. And if the AlGorians have their way, I won't be able to buy an internal combustion engine soon. Might as well do it now.
Financed through Chrysler Financial. After all, if I'm getting 0%, why not?
Well, I learned why not when I arrived home Tuesday to find a new "Jeep Rewards" Bank of America credit card in my mailbox. A card with a multi-thousand-dollar limit. A card I NEVER REQUESTED!
The finance manager at the dealership had the nerve to tell me they shared my financial information only with Chrysler Financial, and this is just another service CF offers! Like I should be happy.
Didn't get their real attention until I told them two things: I have now bought my last Chrysler product, and I'm just trying to determine now whether to go to state-level or national-level watchdog agencies to make the formal complaint. I expect to get a return call tomorrow.
I am livid that one company thinks I want an unsolicited credit card, and that I wouldn't choose what bank I transact my business with. I do have another BOA card, since they bought out one of my long-standing accounts, but that won't last long either.
He's 22. Jason's first "throwing-up drunk" appeared last night. The kid had been drinking wine during the afternoon, and then hit a few beers, but we didn't really realize how much he'd had to drink (what's amusing is we had already sent Josh to bed having had a few too many).
Poor Jason. First he got sick. Then we made him drink a few glasses of water and a couple of tylenol, and took him upstairs. But we had made him move - which made him feel bad all over again. Got him undressed and into his nightshirt, then laid him down - at which point he got scared and icky. Took an hour of soothing him and lying down with him until he fell asleep.
An hour later he got up and pooped himself silly.
After that he felt fine, but he did go right back to sleep. Today if you ask him what happens if you drink too many beers, his answer is "throw up".
I think he learned a lesson!
Well, it's after Thanksgiving, and this "homestead" is not where we all grew up, but the Thanksgiving sentiment is the same. Following our (fairly recent) tradition, we do a traditional turkey dinner on Saturday, thus allowing many of us to travel to the folks' house without losing too much work time.
This year it's the parents, of course, cousin Judith from California, Josh and Brittany and Sophie from Birmingham, Cousins Barbara (Harvey) and Jim Turner, and Dave, Jason, and me.
Jason is, of course, fascinated by Sophie.
Copy this sentence into your LiveJournal if you're in a heterosexual marriage, and you don't want it "protected" by the bigots who think that gay marriage hurts it somehow.
So I get on a plane at 6:30 Friday morning to go to said conference in Phoenix. Back midnight Sunday.
Well, my ankle is, from that godawful boot.
I was released today. All the muscles, tendons, and ligaments hurt from being immobilized for a month. I'm hoping that lasts only a few days. I have to do some physical therapy, but I don't know where or for how long, yet.