AWWWWWW… sorry FCD didn’t get his dream job MOOOOOOM.
Now I’m really, really tahred. I mowed the front yard just a little bit ago. I’m all showered now. I debated mowin’ but we’re supposed to have a really big chance of rain tonight and tomorrow so I decided to get off’n my bohunkus and do it. Now the neighbors won’t tsk tsk over the tall grass. 
Ok, Ima go find sump’n eat!
Dinner burritos are eaten, dishes wahsed, off to watch some B-league hockey.
{{{{FCM}}}} Maybe you should take a couple of days off, you sound like you could use them.
: waves at Shadow :
Gives new meaning to the term “mophead”!
I’se home and I’se tahred. And I’se got to go back tomorrow for MORE of the same. It’s money, right? But I need SLEEP, people. And I’m not getting good sleep these past 2 days. It’s the heat–I can hardly breathe in this heat. Ugh.
FCM–sorry you’re blue. Maybe you can get away over a weekend?
Smarties–can you please bitch slap that guy into next week? The NERVE. That kind of stuff really irritates me. A dozen eggs in the trunk? What–God is in the trunk and doesn’t help the victims out, but saves dead chicken embryos? How fucked up is that? Is God Foghorn Leghorn? Ah say, Ah say, those eggs there are in fine shape, Ah say they’re in fiiiinnnnne shape, boy!
People are sooooo efffing weird.
I hate being sent glurge almost as much as the latest stupid debunkable paranoid email trash. And I’m a Christian.
I’m totally going to use Nat as a mop.
We’re trying to nail him into bed. So far baby=1 us=0.
We’re off on a three-hour car trip tomorrow, so those who pray, pray for us. Everyone else send don’t-freak-out vibes.
Wish I could take some time off, but I can’t be off work till after Labor Day - our project is pretty hot. And I can’t take off weekends because that’s the main time we can work on the basement - we’ve got to get the kids’ space done.
I did talk to **FCD ** - we’re going to try to take a week in October. No idea where - maybe we can go to the ocean. I can think about it after we get the apartment done.
SIL and I got some sheetrock up this afternoon. It’s not hard work exactly, but definitely sweaty. I’m kinda ick. I need a shower. And ice cream. Yeah, ice cream…
Thanks for the nice words. I’ll be OK. Eventually. <sigh>
No worries, swampy. Target, just like any other mass retailer, has a high turnover in management. They like to move them around a lot, so that team leader, as Target calls managers, will turn up at a different store soon, I’m sure. My store recently hired a new one, fresh out of college. I have been working for Target longer than she has been alive! :eek:
:: hugs for FCM ::
:: good wishes for taxi’s mom ::
Finally, I got a good night’s sleep.
I’ve been feeling kind of blah ever since Wed. night, though I’m not sure why. I think it has to do with the fact that he was flirting with me and I didn’t strongly discourage him. It made me feel guilty later on, although my friends tell me that since The Guy is still technically living with Victorian Heroine I’m not in a committed relationship anyway. That really didn’t make me feel much better. Plus I talked to The Guy yesterday and he seemed a bit distant, although that might have been me projecting. We did, after all, agree to wait until Sept before making any final decisions, and up until now I’ve been fine. I think I’m just going through a bit of an anxious phase.
Coffee will probably help me feel better.
Hi everyone!
Boo on FCD not getting the dream job.
Glad to hear your mom’s doing better, taxi; hope the ulcer was the cause.
Mopbaby = funny. Nat is welcome to crawl around at my house.
Yay for Dotty being done with her job! Hope the new one is a great improvement.
I’ve felt kind of bleh all day. Not sure why. Maybe just accumulated job stress? I’ve tried a few of my normal cheerer-uppers (wandered around in the garden, went for a walk), but they’re not really doing a whole lot for me right now.
So…tell me a joke!
GT
First guy: “I went to the movies last night!”
Second guy:“Well, what did you see?”
First guy: " It was dark; I didn’t see anything!"
Sweet dreams, all.
No matter how many times and how many ways you ask the question, the answer is not going to change. Really. Ok, fine, **you **call her. Gosh, she said the same thing to you, too, huh? How about that? :rolleyes: My co-worker is driving me insane (I’m close enough to walk, really). She’s good at her job, but she does not understand how the firm operates. That, combined with the fact that we speak the same language, but seem to be mutually incomprehensible at least half the time, is driving me bonkers.
I haven’t gotten any glurge in a long time. Doubtless that means that I will be inundated with it shortly.
I am so glad tomorrow’s Firday.
digs around for shadow’s e-mail addy
rigs:
Shadow, that sounds rather aggravating.
ETA: Hi meeks!
Pondering beddy bye. Although I’m rather awake now…
GT
Watching Peter Jackson’s King Kong.
Oh, my God- leeches.
I may never sleep again.
ew ew ew ew ew
WHy does my husband want watch these things??? 
{{{{{FCM}}}}} October, huh? Fall rates kick in here in mid October…hint hint. g That might be a somewhat bigger trip than you have in mind, but I thought I’d mention it. The trees here turn really pretty!
My car’s check engine light has been on for at least a week. I finally stopped by the shop today to see when I could bring it in to find out why, and they said to come by in the morning. So after that, on my way to work…the damn light goes off. Of course. Since the car seems to be running fine otherwise, I think I’ll just keep an eye on it. The last time that happened, it was just an unimportant sensor that would have cost more to fix than it was worth, so I wasn’t terribly worried, but now I’m irritated with my car. It’s like when you have a doctor’s appointment but start feeling much better right before you go in!
It’s like the godforsaken copier at work that fucks up everything when you’re trying to make copies, but as soon as you call maintenance it works like it was brand new. Machines are just biding their time, I tell you.
snowbunny, my check engine light came on when I supposedly didn’t have the gas cap screwed on just right. :rolleyes: I always give the cap three to four hard turns, but whatever.
FCM, I sure hope tomorrow is a better day for you. It’s rare to see you blue like this.
Regarding the whole glurge thing. I hate it. A former co-worker, and retired truck driver no less, sends this crap to us all the damn time. Sometimes it’s religious in nature and sometimes it right wing wacko crap. It drives me nuts. I swear, he sends us around 10 emails a day. I usually just delete it. We don’t have the heart to tell him stop because he had some severe medical problems and almost died. It’s just easier to delete it.
Another person my husband works with is very fond of sending tons of the right wing wacko stuff. I delete his shit too. I want to tell him to knock it the hell off, but I really don’t know the guy that well, and my husband has to see him at work.
The emails are all the same themes: THIS IS AMERICA!!! SPEAK ONLY ENGLISH!!! IF YOU DON’T LIKE OUR GOVERNMENT, LEAVE!!! Gah!!! I hate that shit.
Tomorrow I’m getting my roots foiled, purchasing a wedding present, and making hotel reservations. Saturday, we’re driving to the coast to attend said wedding. The wedding is on the beach, and the reception is at a nearby hotel. Attire is supposed to be semi-formal.
Okay folks, the beaches on the Washington coast are wild and windy. They are NOT sunbaked tropical paradises. I’m supposed to try and traipse out there in strappy sandals and a dress?
Ehm… because it gives you a good excuse to grab him by the arm and sink your head into his chest (but not forcefully!) any time The Uglies comes up?
Morning.
(((FCM)))
Getting Nat to sleep was hell on wheels, but once he was asleep he slept quite well. Which means, le sigh, kissing dairy goodbye for at least the next three months. I can still have sorbet. And pie. And some gelato. And all the steak I want.
Anyway, because last night was initially so hellish, we called off the trip, but I’m going to call this morning and see if we can still do it, since the night was good, and that’s what we were mostly worried about. We’ll see.
True, up to a point! …the leeches forced me to leave the room!
:shudder:
LiLi- yay for no dairy! Yay for Nat!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! My mornin’ commute was fraught with hazards. First a rug on the kitchen floor was bunched up. Then I almost bumped into the coffee table in the living room.
I worked for a couple hours last night and if’n I’m a good bear I could get stuff done this mornin’ and be through. I don’t need to turn any of it in 'til Monday so my weekend could start this afternoon. That should be motivation enough.
Taters indeed what does one wear as wedding attire on a wild and wendy beach. Whatever it is it should include pants and closed toe shoes.
-swampbear (fashion advisor)