I was kinda hoping that one would be too many for you. I didn’t even know you wore panties. :dubious:
This is starting to change my opinion of you. 
Heh. My friend lost all faith in eHarmony after it hooked her up with an acquaintance of hers that she thought was the most boring and pretentious person ever.
As an aside, eHarmony asks way too many questions.
Have you ever seen the eharmony commercial? blacks with blacks, whites with whites and orientals with orientals [and from what a friend of mine says they pretty much want you to be protestant christian … so the pagan lesbian she is was shit out of luck!]
What if I want to date an oriental guy or a black guy … isnt it pretty presumptuous to do teh racial thing any more? I thought the jim crow laws were off the books… [and i noticed that teh ages seem proximate also … what if I want a 70 year old sugar daddy? sigh]
That’s amusing, especially since Asian girls and Asian guys usually try to avoid each other when it comes to dating.
As an aside, aruvqan, you might want to replace the word “oriental” with “Asian.” A lot of Asians nowadays find the term Oriental offensive, and post-colonial/Asian-American scholarship has pretty much condemned the term as a pejorative. (Not that I was personally offended by your use of it, but a lot of people might be.)
Evening all. Nothing to report. Had my day off from being a wife and mother today (well, about 4 hours off, anyway!). Went to the grocery store, bought bacon and pork sausages and went round to my friend’s house. My friend then cooked me an English fry-up breakfast for lunch, followed by nice coffee and about 1.5 hours of working on a huge jigsaw puzzle. 'Twas fun!
{{{SCL}}} Tain’t nuthin’ wrong with ranting in here!
McUne, 2 weeks worth of panties is the bare minimum any girl should own (and that’s just the standard everyday ones). 60 pairs is more than I could fit in my underwear drawer, but more power to you for buying nice things!
Haze, just buy a thong and get it over with! Those no-line panties don’t really work! I only wore a thong (under my other clothes, that is) for about 15 years, and only after having HRH did I switch to regular panties, primarily due to the whole post-natal feminine hygiene things that I will not go into here, but am sure LiLi (and every other woman who has given birth) is familiar with!!! 
Okay, time to get the kitchen and HRH’s stuff ready for tomorrow. I don’t wanna go to work tomorrow! Do I hafta???
Taking a break. I’ve got about half of the cabinets done, and a small pile of stuff to get rid of, including 6 coffee mugs. The remaining cabinets have the most junk and miscellaneous stuff, so the discard pile is sure to grow.
I should think about thawing something for supper while I’m in the kitchen. Or I may just do grilled cheese sammiches. Decisions, decisions…
I just cleaned the kitchen floor four times. The first time was to mop up the nasty tobacco-juice* garbage water from a leaky trash bag. The second time was sweeping up all the junk so I could do a better mop job. The third time was with pine cleanser. The fourth time was me on my hands and knees going over the floor with Clorox wipes to get the last bits of sticky up.
My kitchen floor is now clean. And it better stay that way.
*WOWCrack Roommate chews the terbacky. Gack. That is the nastiest habit ever, but he’s good about not leaving wads of it all over the trash can. I daren’t look in any cans he tosses in the trash though.
Hah **SpazCat! ** It is to laugh. Don’t you understand the screwed up rules of floor cleaning? Someone will spill something all over it in the next couple of hours. You wait. Or, they’ll track dirt or mud in.
Oh, ick, Spaz. My boss uses snuff and I’m often treated to the experience of him spitting into his Starbucks cup. Ick. And years ago, I had a cube mate who used to chew - he knocked over his spit cup on his desk one day. *Very * professional… :rolleyes:
4 bases and 3 wall cabinets to go. We have a lot of kitchen cabinets - great for storage, but whew, what a chore to clean! I’ll be glad to have it done. I really need to get back to it. I really do.
<sigh>
I hate housework.
What a wonderful phrase, Rigs - “the tyranny of the dying”. Expresses it exactly.
Hockey Monkey, I am glad I can put a smile on your face! That “meow” drives a friend of mine’s dog crazy - everytime he hears it he tears all over the room looking for the cat so they can play!
I am off work today and have this strange urge to go to the mall.
Snuff, chew, ick. I think I’d rather walk through smoke than watch (or hear) someone spit. Blech.
I got my tax stuff together, now I just need to go drop the package off at the post office. Our old accounting firm got sold and moved to Palo Alto, so I can’t just drop it off on my lunch hour anymore.
I’ve been working out next week’s yarn buying orgy. My budget is probably too high, since I priced out what I know I want and then doubled the amount, but hey, it’s only once a year. I think I’ll take half of it in cash. It’s hard to go over budget when you literally run out of money.
Hi
hugs
had a thought but lost it
oh! there it is!
beebs - I will be in your neck of the woods end of March - mostly to visit family, but I could save some tiime for a meal or coffee with you. Whaddaya say?
:Drives by, waving:
Got more than half my chore list done! Now for the other half. Slowly. I hate being post-op and remembering not to push it. Especially since Mr. Lissar is sick today, and I feel guilty about hanging around doing nothing when he feels so crummy.
Welcome to my world!!
I quit.
I’ve done all cabinets but the one under the sink. It appears most of the dust is from drywall mud - I’m guessing from when we did the bedroom and our bathroom. So I’m all organized, and I’ve got a box full of stuff to get rid of, including an old slow cooker, a FryDaddy, and miscellaneous small, unused things. But, doggone, did it wear me out. Up and down the step stool, down and up from the floor, back and forth to the sink, rinsing the rag. Of course, the kitchen still looks like a wreck, since I didn’t clean the counters or the floor. I think I’ll save that for tomorrow. Because, like I said, I quit.
Dunno what we’re doing for supper. At the moment, I don’t care. I’m pooped. And I quit.
Did I mention that I quit?
I’ve seen it a lot at work. The Husband is on my last nerve–no real reason, just is. And of course I come home to this being the Neighborhood House–3 10 year olds in my basement, kitchen etc. argh.
Actually, there is a reason–I was awakened this morning by the words (not even a good morning or sorry to bother you) “the fridge died.” I think that’s why I’m grumpy (today).
Off to grocery store soon. Blech. Lunch was nice, but not so nice. I feel very bad for my friend, but I also feel helpless. What to do when her son is suicidal; her daughter is acting out? I listened and I know that’s about all I can do, but still.
I have accomplished absolutely nothing today. I’m just plain worn out.
The news about the fridge sucks, rigs. It sounds like your friend is going through a very tough time. It’s nice you could listen to her.
At any rate, I hope your day improves.
Man, I could lie down and take a nap, I really could. All I want to do is sleep, but I’m forcing myself to remain somewhat functional.
two schools of thought, Taters - the busier, the better - keeps one distracted; or do what some have said for Pie to do - get it out of your system. Either one - which ever works for you. Or do both (but not at the same time).
:: hugs for Taters and rigs ::
I just had an argument with my brother; he feels that I take him for granted because I told him I didn’t have time to hang out with him today (he wanted to come over yesterday but I didn’t feel like seeing him, so I told him I’d call him today without making any specific arrangements, and then this morning Mr Cheerio’s girlfriend called and wanted to hang out tonight). I understand it’s difficult for him, but dude, I have a more-than-full-time workload and whatever spare time I have is usually reserved for my friends. I love my brother but meeting him is not my idea of relaxing at all. Am I my brother’s keeper? Grumble.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO THE MOUSES!!!
{{{Snakes}}} Sounds like she’s being a bit too demanding to me. Just remember, and make Mr. Snakes remember too, that caregivers deserve breaks as well. As to the hospital bed, look into leasing one. Nobody needs to buy one. Just take care of yourself and Mr. Snakes, ok?
MCUNE just remember, you can only wear one pair at a time. Also, if you do have 6000 pair, it might be time to go through and root out the older ones. Speaking of undies (nice segueway, don’t y’all think!) I bought new drawers and tshirts today and rooted out the older stuff. Sometimes ya just gotta.
MMMMMMMM… da cave smells nummy! I’m making gumbo with chicken, shrimp and andouille (possibly spelled wrong cause I’m never sure how to spell it) sausage. Company is comin’ in a while. Eight of us will scarf down gumbo, sallit and cheesecake made by ol’ y’all know who. Have I mentioned he makes a f-aaaaaa-bu-lous Noo Yawk style cheesecake? We have some fresh frozen strawberries (thawed, now, of course) that I froze last year when we went strawberry pickin’. I lurves to go strawberry pickin’ and in a couple months, it’ll be pickin’ time around here again. YAY!!!
Ok, need to get off’n here and work on dindin some more. Actually, I need a beerverage. As everyone knows, ice cold beer and gumbo are a match made in heaven.
Later Y’all!
I was a bad girl at the mall - but at least most of what I bought was stuff to wear to work. Two new tops and a pair of slacks and two pair of shoes. They were all on sale; the shoes were really low priced; together they cost half of the original price of one pair. Three hardcover books ($1 each). The only thing I paid full price for was the beanie baby racoon I bought for Mr. SCL. He saw a real one in our back yard the other night.
Now I plan to laze around for the rest of the day; I have to go to bed fairly early tonight because I work 12-8 tomorrow.
Back later.