{{P-C}} Wish I had some good advice, but I don't. I still got lots of {{{}}} for you, though.

IObizarreN, I came home today and had to park on the street outside my condo complex. The whole road was lined with fire trucks and the driveway to the parking lot was blocked by a police car with more fire trucks inside it. No one stopped me from walking to my condo. It looked like the row of garages that serves 3-4 of the buildings (including mine) had burned about halfway from one end to the middle. Kinda glad I never bought one of the garages, now. Ack.

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Sheeesh, Sail. You're so hot, you're a fire magnet. I'm glad you and your car weren't involved.

FOB-y

Friends of Bill?

Fat Old Brahmin?

Furries, Oz and Buffy?

Familiar Orchid Balls?

Freaky On Binaca?

False Orange Butts?

Flipping Or Bradycardic?

Femurs On Breasts?

Cat-stacking most addictive thing EVER

It truly is. I can get up around 1.6 million points now, which is kind of scary.

Wait

Fred Or Barney?

Flakes Of Branze?

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I think FOB=fresh off the boat?

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Ah, meara, you're so smart. Of course. I knew it was something sensible, but it wouldn't come to me.

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Ahhhhhhhhhh. Home from my deep tissue massage. Shoulder is in big pain, but it is the good kind of pain now. Hot bath is next. I bought a Lavendar bath bomb to complete the process.

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I think FOB=fresh off the boat?

Yep. Recent immigrant. Usually a designation between an already in place immigrant population and newcomers. The playwright who wrote M. Butterfly wrote a play with that title.

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Yay for feeling some better, Suzie.

Also, it's not fun to listen to your mom cry and not be able to say anything that would make her stop

P-C, most of the time I was growing up, I felt it was my filial duty to keep my mom from crying. She went through peri-menopause when I was in junior high schoo, and I felt like I had a teenaged daughter. By the time I was 17, I was mostly comforting her and working to stop her tears - no longer out of a sense of compassion and love but to get her to Shut. The. Fuck. Up.

It took me several years past this stage to learn that I can't fix her: We cannot fix anyone but ourselves. I wish I had a decent suggestion for you on how to navigate these tricky waters you find yourself in, but I do have this: I'm on your side. I believe in you, and I hope so much for you to find peace and joy in your life.

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Bugger. No hot bath for me tonight. Despite asking DH not to run the dishwasher until I was done, he started it without checking with me. So bye-bye hot water.

I'm more upset about this than I should be.

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Aw, Suzi, that sucks. You were looking forward to it - it's bummed-out-worthy.

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Also, dude, they've given me this Mission: Impossible shit to access documents on the Major Pharmaceutical Company server. It's a SecurID doohickey that changes six-digit numbers every six or eight minutes. Those six digits plus four other digits comprise the password.

I used to work at a place that had those. We played poker with them. The smarter developers wrote some formulas for figuring hands with 6 numbers.

They discontinued using them after a couple years, to everyone's relief.

Dinner last night was great, really awesome to see my friend again, and her husband was very cool. Mal, however, was the Three-Foot Antichrist. Good throwing arm on that kid.

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