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| I was getting baby ready for his bath. He loves bath-time. He had been stripped down to his diaper and I was finishing running the water. The space we were in is small: me, him, bathtub, (closed) toilet right there together. I took off his diaper and looked away oh so briefly to lay the diaper down before picking up the baby. Then there was this moment of simultaneous I-do-not-see-baby and *thud!*
I spun around to see him behind me in the tub, lying on his back (face out of water), looking very wtf-just-happened. After a second he began to cry and I picked him up soaking wet until he calmed down.
He was so excited to get in that he didn't wait for me to help him in. I guess he just started climbing over the side and flipped. He's okay - it was pretty hilarious after the fact. Kids are FAST! 
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| A gem of wisdom from a player talking in city chat in World of Warcraft: "I thought an asteroid killed the Mayans and extincted the dinosaurs."
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This afternoon I was sitting at the juice-and-cookies table after giving blood. A large pickup truck drove up and parked next to the curb right in front of the door, where it was clearly painted for Not Parking There, and facing on-coming traffic such that cars had to go around him.
An equally large man got out of the large truck and ambled inside to the reception desk. He asked the woman, "When can I give platelets again?" and recited his name for her in the same breath.
She told him platelets could be donated every 2 weeks. In an impatient tone, the man said, "Well, has it been 2 weeks?"
I thought, Wow, really?? I mean, it's one thing to not be sure if it's been 8 weeks since you last gave whole blood, but two weeks?
She stared at him a second. Then she asked him when he last gave platelets or blood. He told her he didn't know, then waved at the computer next to her and said, "Doesn't that computer there tell you anything?" (in an "Are you stupid or something?" tone that made me really dislike him.)
I'd already gotten the impression that she was just filling in and didn't do this job on a regular basis. I hadn't seen her use the computer yet and the screen was dark.
She stuttered something, then gave up and said she would get someone else to help him. She waved over one of the regular Red Cross employees who were taking the blood/platelets from everyone. That person, fortunately, did know how to look up the man's last visit.
She informed him, "Mr X, you were just here last week."
And I thought my memory was awful.
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| Last night I dreamt that my maternal grandmother was still alive and in a nursing home that was next to a lake. The weather was bad. A coworker of mine also had her mother in that nursing home, and the coworker told me that the home wanted everyone to come pick up their loved ones and take them home with them because there were going to be waterspouts (which I've never actually seen in waking life - no idea where that came from) and also flooding was expected and they didn't want the residents to fall on the damp floors when the staff mopped the floors after it was all over.
I told my mother about it and she sighed and wondered what we would do with my grandmother in the meantime (who, in waking life, had been bedridden and unable to speak or do anything for herself in her last weeks of life because of multiple strokes) as she prepared to go get her.
At some point the dream changed and I was a nursing student again. I dreamt my class was being hosted at a local hospital -- as in, we were living there in patient rooms. 2-4 students shared a room -- even boys and girls together -- and each room had only one bathroom to be shared amongst us. In addition, students from another room kept coming to use our bathroom too 'cause apparently their room didn't have one or something.
We were being transported each day to a nursing home -- same one that was in the previous dream -- to do our clinicals (where we practice doing nurse stuff with a teacher watching and then do a lot of paperwork about it afterward).
I was late and missed the scheduled group transport. I decided I'd walk to the city bus station and take a bus, then just stay later to make up missed time. It turned out to be a long walk, and I was toting a heavy bag. I encountered a few people/situations along the way but I don't remember them well now.
I finally got there and asked the lady behind the counter for a ticket to my destination. She told me it would be $1,000 each way! I could not afford that, and I was tired and frustrated and getting later for clinicals by the second. I reacted very negatively, arguing with her. At some point the lady told me the high rate was because I had ADHD - which I don't, even in my dream, and even if I did is a stupid reason to charge more for a bus ticket! - and I lost control, yelling at her and her supervisor who'd come around. They of course called police. I sat down in the meantime and used my cell phone to call someone with the nursing school to explain and beg them to pick me up and take me to the nursing home to meet the rest of my class. It was already nearly mid-day.
The baby woke me up before I had to face my nursing instructor.
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| In World of Warcraft, I am a severe and unapologetic alt-oholic. On my account, on our main server, I have the maximum number of characters allowed there, plus more characters on other servers, and a character on escher's account still.
I have since come to the realization that it's not just WoW. In Sims3 I have 4 families in Sunset Valley and 4 in Riverview. (That's not counting at least 2 which died off before I figured out how to make their lives longer.)
I can't help it. It's just like in WoW where I wanted to experiment with different races, classes, professions, and ways of playing. In Sims3 I like trying all the different personality traits, careers, happiness-point-purchases (whatever those are called), etc. And I like trying different ways of playing the game. I have 2 games going where I was trying to go solely on fishing/gardening/etc, and never taking a job. On the first one I gave in and took a part-time job, so I tried again. And with the last family I created I decided to just buy a house-less lot for them to live on and see what the game would let me get away with. I learned that it will let me just plant a sink, refrigerator, etc in the grass without a problem. I tried to get away with having my Sims use the toilets and showers at the gym until I could buy Steel Bladder/Hardly Hungry/Dirt Defiant, but I gave in and bought a tub and toilet. That's when I learned that my Sims refused to use them without walls around them. So they technically do have one very basic room.
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| Last night I dreamed that Aitapata, Xine, and I went to a very very small (like, less than 10 in the audience) concert in a small intimate theater. I remember being confused about why Xine was alllll the way down here (never mind that it never occurred to me to wonder whether we were in Georgia or Florida), and I asked her whether she'd moved here or was visiting Aitapata. She said she was visiting.
There were three musicians performing separately. First were two women; I can no longer remember who they were or much else about them, but they were enjoyable. (Funnily enough, one had her little boy with her 'cause she didn't have anyone else to keep him . . . think that was A creeping into my dreams again? hehe)
Third was a man whose name we didn't recognize, but as he began to sing, I recognized his voice, and realized he was the singer for Better Than Ezra, a band that escher is quite a fan of. I became very excited at the prospect of purchasing two of the items for sale in the lobby, things that were specific to this unique performance, and getting them signed by him as a special-super-awesome gift for my honey! I can't remember what the things were I wanted to buy, but they were expensive: I decided I needed about $80 cash. I remembered seeing a nearby ATM, and left the show to go get money.
At this point I left Aitapata and Xine behind at the show, and I was accompanied by (I think) my middle sister, H. . . . . And I have trouble remembering now what happened after that. I don't think I ever got to the end of the show and getting the things signed for escher before I woke up.
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