Nola Belle!! How is Baby Belle (or if you’re having a boy, Baby Bel) doing?
I have a grand neice, who I will be meeting for the first time next month. My quartet sang a silly song and got a standing ovation. That’s about it from me.
I am playing hookey from rehearsal tonight, but I’m sure I’ll make up it for this weekend at the conference.
Udderandat, I gots nuthin’.
YAY!
gladly.
Spaz yay for your financial aid and double yay for Agony Aunt Ryl snark!
gotti it does my heart good to know you and DH recycle. So do I. We all should. Still, waxin’ all poetic over a recycling bin… OK! OK! I’ll stop. The big diff with me is I have to haul it all off because we don’t have curbside recyclin’ pickup. On the plus side, I only have to take it to one place and I do have twuck.
Ok, so this rain… gloom and doom all day and nuttin’. So I mowed. It’s been tryin’ to rain for the past half an hour. Maybe it will now that the yard is all neat and trim.
I’ve invited a bunch of people for lunch on Sunday. There will be twelve (countin’ ol’ y’all know who and me) people in da cave. I think I am insane. Anywho, I have decided to smoke a bunch of chicken. They have a good draw but it’s hard to keep ‘em lit. HAR! HAR! So I have chicken boobs, laigs and thighs thawin’. Since I am workin’ from da cave tomorrow I think I shall fire up the smoker and get that done. I am having deviled aigs (for reasons unknown, a lunch involving a bunch of people in the south must include deviled aigs), N.O.T. sallit, field peas, and rolls in addition. Oh and a friend is bringin’ red velvet cake for dessert. :: drool :: She makes a dang fine red velvet cake!
Oh and of course there will be Bloody Mary’s. What’s a Sunday doin’ without 'em after all.
'Ullo, all. Got to work, only to be told that there were only 3 pts coming back, so… but my boss took pity on me, and let me help the pretesting nurse (who, let me say right now, is woefully underpaid for what she puts up with), so I only had to leave 45 minutes early. Thank god, because if I don’t work, I get no pay. Tomorrow looks like a nice day as well. And I went to an inservice that lasted an hour, which was fun. So, a nice day overall.
I’m still tired as hell, though–not enough sleep last night.
Hello to SansLabel and welcome back.
Spazzy, as always, your comments add untold shades to those letters.
Dinner is eaten(poke chops, rice, and asparagus). Thrak had his second round of shots today. He’ now 6 1/2 pounds. No wonder my shoulder hurts.
W00T!!!1!!! Spaz!!!
Priceless.
Wanna bet we all have screenshots of it?
Hey NoLaBelle!! What did you miss? swampy, BBBobbio, and a hot tub full of underage Jell-O.
Nat’s a cutie, LiLI.
Pie, now you see why Lexmarks cost half as much as a cartridge.
Just got an email that I’ll be getting a new computer for work soon. Half of me is doing the happy dance and throwing confetti, and the other half is saying “Oh hell, not again! Has it really been three years already?”
We like shiny, new stuff. Especially if it’s computers, and doubly especially if someone else is buying it. But we also hate that everything we use is not on the standard corporate image, so there will be days of manually installing 18 different administrative tools, followed by weeks of wondering where the shortcuts went and just getting used to things. In the end, I think it’s a wash as far as productivity goes. However much faster things run is negated by those days of zero productivity while you’re installing, updating and finding things.
It’s almost quit-o’clock, at which time, I’ll have my usual Thursday commute past the dog sleeping on top of the stairs, and then out to harvest the lavender.
Heh… “Harvest the lavender” It almost sounds dirty, but we really do have a bunch of lavender growing by the mailbox and it’s time to clip the buds off, let them dry, then collect it for whatever aromatic desires one has.
I’m thinking I won’t be posting till late most nights. With the new working hours, I get home in time to take the doggies out, feed them, start supper, serve supper, clean up after supper, *then *I can sit down. I miss working 6-2…
But I’m off tomorrow. I plan to put at least one coat of paint on the bathroom and maybe a coat of primer on the bedroom, which **FCD **and SIL just finished sanding. I’ve also got to make a run with trash and recycling, then load the van for the craft show tomorrow. The forecast for Sat is 50% chance of thundershowers, but Sunday is supposed to be nice - wonder if they’ll call a rain day?? And when they make the decision? We shall see.
I was a bit upset today - SIL dropped one of his classes already. I’m hoping this isn’t a sign of things to come, but I really can’t say anything about it. That’s daughter’s business. We shall see what happens.
Did I tell you I made punkin pies yesterday? Yummerrific! I think I need a slice tonight.
Well, that’s all I’ve got for now. Kisses!!!
Here’s hopin’ SIL had a good reason. I’m sure there could be a good reason to drop a class but bein’ as I never did that I don’t know what it could be.
It’s fun to sit on the bed with the teevee on and surf the web! Yay for notebooks and wireless! Or not. Surfin’ on the bed is fun but what’s on teevee is sucky.
I am so tired.
The printer and I have called a truce for now.
I guess I should quit goofing off here and finish my work so that I can go to bed.
Good Night!
I’ve read a bunch, retained little. Hey, NoLa, I was just wondering about you the other day. Glad you were able to check in. Hopefully you’ll be able to get something more than dial-up soon. Yay for Baby doing well.
Yay for financial aid, Spaz! And thanks for the snark.
Yeah…I think political overload is getting to all of us, Smartie. I’m strictly controlling my news intake. Surfing NPR instead of listening, reading only the non-campaign related parts of the newspaper (for the most part). Still watching at least one German newscast every day (they range from 15 to 30 minutes, so it’s not terribly long).
I’m really tired. I was at work for nearly 12 hours, including about 6 hours of one meeting. (In two parts, but still…) Really productive, but exhausting.
So, I came home, warmed up some Death Chicken (Death Chicken warmed over…heh), then went out to get ice cream and went for a walk. And now I’m ready to fall asleep.
Have a lovely evening, everyone! Tomorrow’s Firday!!!
GT
I am so glad it’s not only me. I am so tired of the political coverage. I am so sick of the sniping and the name calling and the shit stirring etc. I just can’t listen anymore.
(although I was somewhat shaken to hear Laura Bush, a librarian, say to NPR dude on ATC tonight that she doesn’t know what a community organizer is…). :eek:
I have sent my resume to the person who holds my future in her hands. I feel slightly sick. Off to bed and work tomorrow.
I watched DC play hockey again tonight. They lost 5-2(They’re improving!).
Good luck, rigs!
Hi, Tagfree! Glad to see you back – and I’m glad the pregnancy is going well!
We recycle just about everything that doesn’t move. Papa Tigs got in the habit in Japan, where your trash has to be separated according to rigid rules and put into clear trash bags only, and if there’s something recyclable in the wrong bag, they won’t take it; you have to re-sort it and try again. So we have two bins and fill 'em both every week. Plus I keep a paper recycling box by my desk, reusing FedEx boxes that work has been sent to me in. It’s amazing how much you can recycle if you try. Even when we lived where we didn’t have curbside recycling, we still did it; we just took it once a month to the recycling center. I’m a good little green girl. Plus almost every light bulb in the house is a compact fluorescent. Do I get some brownie points?
To no one’s surprise, the nasty asshole we first spoke to Tuesday at Verizon about our non-working new DVR did not schedule us for a tech call today, even though he told us the time window and everything. The lying liar. When the guy hadn’t shown up by late afternoon today, I called and got rather heated with the poor woman who was the recipient of my ire with her coworker. I made it very clear I was mad at him, not her, and she was exceedingly nice and got everything sorted out, and the guy will be out tomorrow morning. So we shall see. I just pray he doesn’t come early, since we all know what a good morning person I am [del]not[/del]!
And speaking of which, if I stay up any later he will arrive early. So I’d better get my behind into bed. Night shift, you’re on!
Morning Mumpers! It’s Firday…and it promises to be a nice quiet day here. Shiny New Boss is working from home and then on holiday next week, she did send me a long email yesterday but there wasn’t much in it that involved work, and she’s happy that everything is under control.
I’m off to the pig-chewers tonight with some friends, ‘im indoors isn’t coming because he wants to play with his mates on World of Soddin’ Warcraft. I plan to get home late and somewhat sozzled.
So long as it’s not chorizo-based. Glad your main doctor’s order is “eat better, young woman!”, herbs. Now go and eat better.
Mom’s diabetes (I’m still not sure she has it, but whatever, IANAD), if any, was and is “controlled by her diet”, she isn’t taking pills or anything. And yet, when SiL-her-GP told her this thriumphantly, after having gotten a positive for a secondary indicator (the glucose always came back fine), I had to pretty much grab Mom by the neck to keep her from lowering her rice-and-pasta intake (ok but see below), but not her fruit intake (not ok, she eats too much fruit, it’s bad for her for other reasons) and suddenly ladling on the pork - NO MOM, you’re NOT supposed to add three slices or (insert Spanish variety of dried or boiled sausage here) to your already-overloaded breakfast!
I’ve counted a “normal grown up male” portion of pasta as being 80g for decades; Mom and me would have 60g. Last time I was home, I was going to make some pasta for Lilbro, Mom and myself and Mom said “well, I eat less, so make it 250g”… 250g? Mom, by my pre-Mom-diabetes account, it should be 200g! What idea of less is that? Arrrrrrgh!
On the previous visit, I had to remind her that the reason we weigh pasta instead of measuring it by cupfuls like rice is that 200g of itty bitty dots of pasta for soup take up a lot less space than 200g of spaghetti, which in turn take up less space than 200g of the biggest possible size of penne. Lilbro reports he does see a difference in Mom’s cooking and specially sizing when I’ve been around, but we both guess that if I was always there the battle would be more uphill. Being reminded once every two months works better than being reminded every day, at least with Mom.
OK, done with the whining.
Congratulations, TagFree! On the well-stuck pregnancy, on the move and on TagMan realizing the error of his ways. As Lilbro realized when he threw away a bunch of college materials which wouldn’t be relevant at all under current laws (unlike Chemistry, Business Admin depends a lot on the whim of politicians), relabeling “my stuff” to “trash” can be terribly liberating.
I propose not calling TagFree’s kid Baby Bel if it’s a boy. That’s a cheese!
I wanna go see Gnat videos, but at work I can’t and at home I don’t remember.
Oh, today I’m going to see a possible new flat. My current lease includes October, but the way the rental market moves here, if I want to move I better start looking soon. This place I’m going to look at is across the street from a gym with very long hours (I would be able to go before breakfast on weekends, perfect for me) and it has hardwood floors instead of carpet everywhere. The price and location are similar.
Spaz, that is WONDERFUL. I say this from the bottom of my ex-graduate-student’s wallet. What? It’s close to the heart!
I once had a class I wanted to quit but wasn’t allowed to. The subjects to be studied turned out to be a repeat of stuff I’d already seen and loathed. It made me realize how lucky I’d been to go to a uni where you know beforehand what’s exactly involved in each course.
Good morning all … and
IT’S FIRDAY FINALLY!!!
Yay for NoLa and her return to MMP–double yay on the pregnancy going well! 
And yay for Spaz getting the financial aid package, finally!! BooFae, the new job sounds really good for you–except for the TinSisterhood, that is. LOL And hey, do you call it WoSW at your house now?! Heh. Enjoy your time out tonight.
Up and caffeinating, nearly ready to leave for work. And yes, I remembered to take my cholesterol lowering med last night.
Edited to add - Rebo, please take care and I’ll be thinking of you - Ike looks like it’s heading your way. 
It is very early, and at 12:30 my brain cut out and instead of just nursing Nat and putting him back in his crib, I brought him to bed.
Where was my brain?
Roll, kick, nurse, snuggle, sigh, roll kick, fling arms…
Dying for first nap.
Early.
Ugh.
Ugh seconded.
**FCD **is on his way to work. I just heard daughter drag herself to the shower. I need to double check what time the recycling center opens.
Today’s plans:
[ol]
[li]Laundry[/li][li]Paint bathroom[/li][li]Prime bedroom[/li][li]Take trash and recycling[/li][li]Pack van for craft show[/li][li]Get change for craft show[/li][li]Pray for rain to cancel craft show (no, I’m not in the mood this year…)[/li][li]Make quiche for supper[/li][li]Um, profit??[/li][/ol]
Rain is forecast for tomorrow. The rain date for the show is Sunday. Sunday is supposed to be sunny and hot and muggy. Frankly, I’m sorry I signed up for the show this year. I haven’t made anything in ages and I just don’t feel like going. But maybe I’ll unload some more stuff and get back in to the pottery spirit. I really need to take another class.
TGIF. I may go back to bed for a snooze… it’s still dark out!
Yay! It’s Friday. And I’m going to try to get out of Dodge a bit early.
Forgot to say…cute video and pics, LiLi. He’s getting so big!
Off to get ready for work…
GT