The Chit Chat Chit Chat Thread

MOXOMUMD

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Wow Pirateland in Disneyland Shanghai looks to be amazing. Should we all take a field trip???

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I'm in! :geek:
 

Gabe1

Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
Just bundle up in layers. The key to staying warm in very cold temperatures is to forget about fashion. Practical clothing is the only "style" that works in bitter cold temperatures. Heh, heh . . . you should have seen the get-up I wore the other day. I think everything I had on clashed with the other pieces in colors and patterns and I didn't care. Why? I was toasty warm outdoors and happy! :happy:

I would have enjoyed seeing the Minnie colorblind outfit. :)
 

Cesar R M

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I may have stirred the pot, sort of without meaning to. That's a big "sort of".
Missionary Auntie is still not back to fighting form, and had to go to town (Mwanza) to a clinic for more medical treatment. Her lung infection is finally cleared up (after 2 months), but she still can't breathe without her puffers every four hours, and is completely housebound. Kinda hard to feed village kids or preach out of town, when you are unable to leave your house.

Anyway, all of her email updates are very vague ... deliberately.
She did however, ask her daughter to get things all set up with a respiratory specialist for when she gets home in June. There is a marked difference between her x-rays of this week compared to those from 6 months ago.

Cuz gave me a call to get a little info. She couldn't remember the name of Auntie's condition (ideopathic pulmonary fibrosis). And then ... we got talking, and told her what I knew about it. The Boss' much older second husband died of the same disease in June of 2006. The Boss, as you may recall, is a close friend of 25+ years, so I was intimately involved with the process.
Like Auntie, Frank was asymptomatic for three years, he started to get ill in year four, and once he got legit sick, he was gone in six weeks.

Cuz got on the internet and learned that the average life expectancy after diagnosis was 5-7 years. Auntie was diagnosed in 2011. Cuz is now very concerned, and so she should be.

She is going to complete her internet investigations, carefully word an email to her mom, and insist she come home. For once, I'm on her side, rather than Auntie's.
well, she has the right to be with what she wants.
if Auntie wants to go heroically doing what she loves to do.. what other people can do?
 

Cesar R M

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February 5/2015 - mark it down.

Son #2 just came up to talk about his future. While he loves where he is working, he wants more! Yay!!

He actually wants my job - or one like it. He thinks he would be good at sales, and may have natural aptitude, given that he is the progeny of two very good salespeople.

I explained to him that he is too young. I was the youngest person ever hired in the history of our company, and I was almost 22. He needs some time and life experience under his belt.

We talked a bit, and I suggested something that his dad and I have been discussing for a while:
- work until the end of August
- go back to school and get his high school diploma, continuing to work on the weekend
- go to college for a 2 or 3 year business diploma
- get his real estate licence
- and then I will see about getting him into the biz

Like I said, while he likes working, he is sick of coughing up a lung every day, blowing hideous things out of his nose, having his clothes catch fire at least once/week ....

This puts a wrench in my personal plans, but I would love him to finish high school and do some post-secondary. He wants to make more than $12/hr, and work 11 hours/day. Oh happy day - some signs of a greater ambition.
Now if I could just motivate that big lug, Son #1!
a boot in the butt for son #1 might work ;)
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