I had a lovely post with all sorts of commiseration and condolences, but my computer ate it, so I'll settle for {{{{{{{{Aimee}}}}}}}}}

Has anybody been watching Roller Derby on A&E? I haven't (no cable) but just saw a commercial, and dang, that's tempting...

I've watched parts of a few episodes, but haven't really been watching every one. It looks like so much fun, though.

{{Aimee}} Your employers need smiting.

Smite, smite, smitey-smite, SMITE!!

This is where I miss the military. You could get anywhere from 15 to 30 days emergency leave for a death in the family. My company gives 3 days and as generous as it is compared to other local companies, it pales in comparison.

3 days and as generous as it is compared to other local companies, it pales in comparison.

When my grandpa (stepmom's father) passed away, we'd all been with him at the hospital through the whole night in Loma Linda. I watched the sun rise as I left the hospital, drove the couple of hours home and called in sick to a temp job that I had been at for a couple of months. And was fired. Decided I didn't much care since my agency didn't.

Cindy, sadly, those links (which I've spent much time on with no fruit) would be of use if I knew the Firstnames McLastname of the great-grandparents in question--I have to somehow reverse engineer from Norman Murdoch McLastname.

It should not be this hard. I mean, I was able to, without having to talk to ANY HUMANS, armed with only a birthdate and a remembered conversation with Gram's cousin Stella (and, okay, a credit card), track down the family for Arthur Reuben Stannard (born Dettmer) by triangulating information in various census records and vital stats.

I keep thinking (Gram told me some things once, a long time ago, and I foolishly decided she'd never die, so I never wrote them down) that Dad's grandfather's name was Alexander, but of the 300+ McLastnames in PEI in 1901, I'd guess about 1/4 of the men were Alexanders.

Feh.

Aimee, that sucks.

{{{Aimee}}} I'm so sorry for your loss. You're employers are evil, cold hearted, SOBs.

Congratulations on the good news, Daniel!

So, it appears that the professors of my first two classes got together and made their schedules. Every. Single. Test. is on the same day.

Ugh! That sucks, vw.

((((Aimee))))

I'm in a 5-generation picture taken when I was about 2 months old. A copy of the photo is on an end table in our living room

When Hubs' oldest brother became a grandfather, I made sure there were some 4-generation pictures taken.

so, tomorrow, I'm speed dating, what the hell do I wear? I'm thinking of coming home to freshen up, so I could change out of work clothes. I could wear:

1. black suit with knee length black jacket and knee length skirt. can wear either black pumps, slingbacks or boots.

2. charcoal grey suit with short jacket, long trumpet hem skirt. same shoe options.

blouse options: slate blue silk sweater, crimson silk vneck sweater, shiny slate blue shell, turtlenecks in various colors.

or I could wear an LBD with a jacket or sweater.

Discuss.

One side effect of being the child of older parents was the lack of great-grandparents in my life. I learned a few years back that, until I was 6, there was at least one living one (the youngest of my great-grandparents, to my knowledge, born as he was in 1890 or so), but he abandoned the family as soon as my great-grandmother died. As he was by all accounts a nasty man, I suppose it's not much of a loss.

Paul's grandmother is only 80, and I hope she's around long enough for Lillian to remember.

My great-grandmother lived until she was 94. I was seven when she died. My grandfather is currently a great-grandfather to my cousin's two kids. I wonder if they realize how lucky they are to have him.