Not your same ol' love story

I think I might have encountered my first soverign citizen on the road today.

They're doing construction on the freeway (because I mean, what else is NDOT ever doing?), so the going was slow as I approached my exit ramp.  Caught a glimpse of an odd license plate on a car in the next lane.  On second glance, it simply said AMERICA across the top instead of the usual state.  It had a US flag on the left side and 8 digits/letters instead of Nevada's usual 6.  Since they were beside me and not next to me, I couldn't see if it had the usual 'not for hire' and other sov cit BS on it or not.

Just so bizarre. I knew we had those nutjobs here, but I thought they'd all be either up north in the red areas of the state or in Nye County with all the other wannabe rednecks.  Not in the heart of Las Vegas.  Hahaha.

For those of you out of the loop, American sovereign citizens claim that the United States federal government is illegitimate.  Therefore, they don't have to pay taxes, register their cars, etc.  I mean, I feel ya, boo, the US government is a hot ass mess right now, but really?

So, there's your weird bit for the day.  Also, Wikipedia tells me this isn't unique to the US, there are sov cits in Canada, Australia, and the UK as well.  Finally, some batsit craziness that is not central to the US.  HAH. 

(I love how Spotify will sometimes find the most appropriate songs to be playing when I'm writing crazy posts.)

Title: Sun Dusted Cowboy
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Zayne Reyes/James Rosewood
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 529
Summary: Zayne’s working in the yard and, despite the cool temps, is sweating like crazy.
Author’s Note: Written for the A to Z Challenge at 1_million_words.  The letter was G and the randomizer spit out ‘glistening’.  So, yeah, of course, Zayne is what came to mind.  Go figure.
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January was a mixed bag of genres for me, which is something that I always enjoy.
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Even if I am a bit late since we're halfway to February already.

Meme stolen from Book Nook over on Dreamwidth. 
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I've been on edge all day and couldn't figure out why.  Day's been fine.  No one has asked to get bitch slapped, there weren't any angry, demanding emails, and Chad the Donut Guy (lol - he works for a vendor and comes by once a week, usually on Wednesdays, with donuts) came a day early.

And yet, I've been anxious, fidgety, and out of sorts. 

Come noon, I get a call from a local hospital asking if we have an employee by the name of X.  I say, yes, and the nurse (I presume, he didn't actually say) tells me that X is in their facility in the neuro ICU.  "He's politely confused, ma'am," is what he told me.  Well, he's Canadian so...  But yeah, so it's like my anxiety is psychic or something, I guess, because this was not on my 2025 bingo card (nor was renaming the Gulf of Mexico, buying Greenland, or annexing Canada, but here we go, FFS). 

Talked to his sister a bit ago and she says it doesn't sound good.  This makes me so horribly sad.  He's such a kind person.  Quick with a joke, always a good listener.  Even once told me he was named after a Canadian hockey legend. I just barely pulled through the last two months with what would have been my 27th wedding annversary, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and the fifth anniversary of Troy's death.  The lone bright spot in there was Miss Madison's 23rd birthday on Saturday.  The rest has been... a challenge. 

I can't handle it if something happens to him.  You work with someone for 27 years, they become a part of you.  Even if you aren't close, even if you only talk for a few minutes a day. So, this is me, putting good stuff out into the universe for him and for anyone else who needs it.  You have all my good vibes, hopes, wishes, and dreams. 

Hopefully, I didn't bring anyone down with this, but I had to get it out.  I can't talk to anyone here, becuase Rhett and Brian are keeping it quiet until they know more.  As they should, it's no one's business and damn but the men in this place are nosy.  Hahaha. 

Have a fantastic Tuesday evening (or Wednesday morning if you're H) and hopefully it isn't half as windy where you are as it is here currently.  

...for obvious reasons.
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Yeah, I know, bingo ended on 11/30, but I've been struggling, so I made a last ditch effort over the weekend.  I'll try and finish off this card, but no promises.
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I use Google Translate a lot.  Mostly to make sure what I'm typing is correct, but also to translate song titles.  I have a lot of non-Englist artists in my Spotify library due to trying to learn various languages.  Also, Eurovision.  But I digress.

I was translating the title of a Romanian song this morning and noticed this.



Who knew that Google Translate had Romani as one of its languages?  Not me, for sure.  Otherwise, that would have been getting some use.  Hahaha.  And as an interesting side not, the Q'eqchi' langauge is apparently a Mayan language spoken in Mexico, Guatamala, and Belize. 

Okay, enough of my idiocy.  Hope you're having a fantastic Tuesday and that it's not too terribly cold where you are today.  

I'm writing a note when the phone rings.  I glance at the caller ID and it reads SPARE so that means it's either Joel (the plumber, not my nemisis) or Victor. I answer the phone as usual, but keep writing my note.

Nothing.

"Hello?"

"What the hell, Amy," Victor says.  "You sound different.  You aren't sick are you?"

Well, um good morning to you, mister?  😂

BTW, this is the same guy who sends me gifs whenever he needs something from me.

At least my monrning started out with a laugh, could have been worse.