Hey, Spaz! I think you gave **Rigs **my mind by mistake! I know, they were both lying there side by side in the gutter and both too dirty to tell apart, but really…
I mean, I know I’m never in my right mind – but right now I think my not-right mind is not in me! :eek:
**Boo **-- you’ve had Teh Sick much too long. This is illegal and we will forcibly remove Teh Sick from you if you insist on holding on to it any longer! :mad:
**Haze **-- we could always help you with the grades. You give us a list of fill-ins – like a MadLib, only it will look something like this:[ul][li]<Number, 0-59>[]<Number, 0-59>[]…[/ul](You get the idea.) – then fill in the results alphabetically on your grade sheet :D[/li]
**Smartie **-- the beauty of living in a backward country is … they still sell XP! Granted, it’s getting to be hard to come by, but that’s what pirated software was invented for (disclaimer – I have not actually bought a computer in the past two years, so this is merely a hypothetical AFAIAC – but I know it happens. A lot.)
I’m still swamped at work… see you later, gators! :: Drives off ::
Yesterday was a looooong day in which I wanted to cause bodily harm to my dishwasher (person, not an object). He’s always doing a lousy job, but this time was over the top and resulted in me having to redo the dishes that were covered in a greasy film, clean the oven that I asked him to clean, but didn’t look like he ever touched, and clean out the DAMN SINK! (At least once a week I get him for not cleaning out the sink.) Yes, he is a teenager making minimum wage and this is his first job ever, BUT, he’s being doing this for at least 8 or 9 months now and should have GOTTEN THE FREAKING HANG OF IT BY NOW!!! Also, to help inspire him, I decided to offer an iTunes gift card if he could clean the shop three weeks in a row without any mistakes. So far, since I made the offer about a month ago, he’s cleaned the shop properly ONE TIME. If you’re wondering why I don’t fire him, it’s because I’m a fool who keeps taking pity on him. Heck, his mom works for me too and she’s told me to fire him several times. Also, he’ll be out of a job in a couple of weeks anyways because his mom will be taking over the job along with manning the shop for our new take-out business. (She’s the one who is pregnant and I wanted to give her something to do that was a bit more light duty and also easier for her to go at her own pace.) [/cleaning rant]
Today we’ve got 5 lunches. Hooray! So I guess I should get my rear in gear and start the invoices.
On Preview: The next time that Dishwasher Boy comes in he WILL be working for free! (He had baseball practice last night and couldn’t come in, otherwise he would have been working last night instead of me.)
Mmmmm… brownies. Ditto on the chewy. Cakey brownies make baby jesus cry.
Crap. Now I’ve gone and given myself a craving for chewy chocolatey goodness, and it’s too early to even have breakfast, let alone dessert. This is a less than optimal situation. I will comfort myself with the soda bread I made on the weekend, which has dried cranberries and dried blueberries and a sprinkling of anise seed.
…or maybe not. My stomach is very angry with me today - probably after-effects of matzoh consumption from Sunday night, I’m guessing. I don’t have the benefit of having built up immunity over a lifetime of passovers, after all.
{{Flower}}
Pie, in the immortal words of Dan Savage, DTMFA (or rather, FTMFA).
Y’all know you can shut Vista right up, right? You need an admin account to do it, mind you, but then it’ll just whimper for a second when you boot it up and leave you alone instead of nagging at you like a Jewish mother-in-law with anxiety issues. My new laptop came with Vista on it, and despite my initial misgivings, I’m actually coming to like it quite a bit.
Thanks for the hugs everyone, I am in a better frame of mind this morning. Up, caffeinating and breakfasting. I didn’t really need to be up this early, just habit I guess. I spent the evening restoring and updating my various profiles on some dating sites, so we shall see what the future holds.
Oh and
This I like, thanks.
Speaking of brownies, they absolutely must be chewy, almost to the point of fudge.
Pie, well you’ve put up with him for this long, and he is gone in a couple weeks, I would just wait it out, but I’m like that. Who knows, maybe a work ethic might click in. Now if this weren’t the case, FTMFA.
The neighbors across the road (the ones that run the bed & breakfast) asked if we could take care of their critters because they were going to Raleigh for a school program for their daughter. Sure, we said. Friday night, we get back from the grocery run, and I dutifully went over to do the chores. I decided to start with the outdoor dog.
Hmmm. He wasn’t where he was supposed to be. Did he get loose? No, he’s locked up in the barn. I went in to feed him, and when I was done, I hear a car door and a voice, “Who’s there?”
I answered with my own “Who’s there?”
“It’s Cynthia.” That would be the neighbor…
“It’s Bob.” I shined my flashlight on my face so she could see.
“What are you doing?!?”
“Feeding your animals like you wanted. I thought you guys were supposed to be gone.”
I’m home on a personal business day, trying to get all this crap sorted to get my son’s license reinstated. I was in shock yesterday when I was told by the County that he still has SIX freakin’ outstanding tickets (and corresponding bench warrants.) These are two and three years old - and when I called the state last year to check on this exact issue - I was told he had no warrants. GRRRRR!!! This pisses me off to no end. Freakin’ beaurocrats.
(I’ve already beat myself up more than once trying to decide if this is “coddling” or “helping” - and I’ve decided it just has to get done to get him legal. He doesn’t have the money to get out of this freakin’ mess, and I do, and it’s tempting fate to keep letting it go. If he gets arrested, he’ll go to jail and lose his job - and where will that put him? More behind than ever. There’s tons of back story - and I do feel guilty for helping him. But what ya gonna do?)
So I’ll be getting on the phone in a bit, trying to weave my way through the stoopit system.
Am up late. Gah. Must forage for food in nearby trading post. Must get #2 son to school with cello. Must finish the Paper from hell (I swear it’d be easier to write a thesis). Couldn’t sleep. Look like hell. Feel anxious and focus-less (is word).
No reason to feel like this, but do anyway: walking primal scream.
Everyone really needs to try these brownies. They’re really gooey and fudgy. And super easy to make. Even if they have lots and lots of butter. No cakey brownies here!
{{Wally and Pie}}
That’s funny, bbbobbio!
My mother’s super paranoid. I started a blog recently and told her about it. Now, I’ve taken care not to have my name, address, etc. on it or anything that could be tied to me personally. But I do have a picture, and she’s all worried because there’s a picture of me out on teh interwebs!! Oh nos! :rolleyes:
Morning, all. Still grey and gloomy here, but allegedly we’ll see the sun tomorrow. I hope I hope; I’m tired of grey and gloomy.
{{Florrie}}
It’s still possible to get a 'puter with XP in the US of A, too, SpecialOne – you just have to know how. We got the new laptop through the Dell small business side; that way you can get a 'puter with XP and far less preloaded crap. Which is good, since Papa Tigs won’t have Vista in the house; yes, he hates it that much.
I am in agreement: Brownies must be chewy. Very, very chewy. Just this side of gooey. Ummm, brownies…
Bobbio: Oopsie.
I should shut up and get back to work. This is the type of work I hate most: a deposition of one of those professional complainers, i.e. everything that ever happened to her is someone else’s fault, is because of her race or sex or union activity or just sheer wrongheadedness. The attorney questioning her has already been reduced to speechlessness at her sheer idiocy; I’m greatly sympathetic. I had to warn Papa Tigs to ignore the loud cursing coming from my office because I can’t do this kind of job without yelling at the idiot. Even if she can’t hear me. :rolleyes: :mad:
Yeah, not good for the blood pressure. Although probably not as bad as grading student papers!
No self-respecting brownie should have anything less than 1 stick of butter. So sez me. My MIL makes low-fat “brownies” using prunes, which I must admit are rather tasty in their own right, but they’re still just chocolatey prune squares masquerading as brownies.
I have everything I need to make taxi’s patented brownies in the pantry. Huzzah. Guess what I’m doing as soon as I get home?
Mama Tigs, I think that yelling at people can sometimes be good for the soul, even when they can’t hear you yelling. This is why I often yell at people on the TV when they’re being dumb (see: most of Battlestar Galactica, Season 1).
rigs, I’d recommend a little yelling for you too. Maybe step into the bathroom and let loose a shriek. You’ll feel better.
Rebo, I guess a mother’s job is never done, huh? No matter how big they get, they’re still your babies, and it’s hard to watch them make mistakes. I’m surprised my mother’s hair isn’t grey, considering she had a hell of a time with both me and my sister… despite a few tumbles along the way, we turned out okay. Eventually.
Speaking of my mother… she still belives that everyone on the internets is an axe murderer. Which I suppose includes me. And The Boy. And just about everyone else I know. Dang, that’s a lot of axe murderers.
But there are axe murderers and axe murderers, you know?
Foraging took an hour. AN HOUR! But 2 good things happened: one is I saw my fav stock boy. He’s in his 20’s, is about 7 feet tall (not kidding) and a string bean, and he has a very nicely groomed pony tail that goes down to his ass. He is so sweet and helpful. He makes foraging nice (for the length of his aisle, anyway. --does that sound as dirty to you all as it does to me? Gack).
And another guy–around mid 30’s, I think, scoped me out! Not in the nasty, want to smack them, gross pig way; in the discreet, well mannered way. You girls know what I’m talking about. Made my morning. MamaTigs–now you know what nurses do in the privacy of the lounge. We bitch, kvetch and moan about the one 513 or 411 bed 2. It truly isn’t personal. And then go back out and are angels of mercy or whatever. You can’t fix stupid are words to live by for me (you fix ignorance. IMO, stupidity is determined ignorance, barring retardation issues).
Ok, half a paper to write. I know what it is. It’s not the paper–which is a piddly executive summary of 10 LIS pertinent topics (I chose gender issues–I released my inner Gloria Steinem). It’s something that I could pound out in a day. It means the end of 2 years where I put a lot of shit in a virtual crawl space and now that door is slowly creaking open and the shit is calling me…<cue Ghost and Mr Chicken music>
I really don’t want that door to open. But it’s already open and swinging toward me. Gah.
off to have existential crisis elsewhere.
PS-if get chance, read Opposite of Love by Julie Buxbaum. It’s marketed as chick lit, but it’s more serious in tone and deeper. She’s not Iris Murdoch (and thank god), but it’s good.
Yeah my family worries about me online. Even though I’ve gone to several meets that way (Dopefests mainly) had one come to visit me (from Australia! He’s not around much anymore though), met a few guys for dates (none which really worked out) and found one of my favourite hangouts like that (the yarn store).
I’ve got friends online I’ve known for nearly ten years now! We keep meaning to get together but now that all of us are no longer poor high school students we’re poor young adults. Plus it’s hard to find someplace central when some of us are in Europe and scattered around North America.
Busy busy at work, which is why I haven’t been around yesterday. I was tired too, so I practically dropped to sleep soon as I could.
:mad:
Plus it’s hard to find someplace central when some of us are in Europe and scattered around North America.