Well crap. I tried to turn on the air conditioner here because **FCD ** said it’s too hot and humid. It’s not working. Again. We just had the compressor motor replaced at the end of last summer. Just checked - it was July 3.
Nothing stops a Trane, my ass!!!
And of course, they’re closed, so I can’t call till tomorrow. I think Trane is going to get a nasty letter from me. Fortunately, it’s supposed to cool way down overnight.
Dammit.
On the happy side, the meatloaf and sides were yummerrific. And the dishwasher is loaded, so the evening chores are done.
Aww, DOGGIE! There used to be a cute widdle pug roaming my house, but the ex ended up with her. Which is fine, because I wouldn’t really want or be able to care for her in this environment, but I misses me some canine company. (Ursine is good and all, but that’s a different kind of company.)
Tomorrow is no longer my day off, there’s some sort of mandatory training thing for Wal-Mart pharmacy employees, and there are a few sessions. Well, tomorrow morning’s session was cancelled, so they moved all the morning people into the afternoon one, which means that there were approximately two people that were going to be there for those 4 hours. I’m such a nice guy for volunteering. :smack:
I’m just going to hang out at home and watch Good Eats on YouTube, I think. Payday isn’t until Thursday, so I’m short on fundage to go do fun things. Perhaps a domino night with ol’ you-know-who is in order. ::shrug::
Yay for Mr. Gotti getting a job! Unemployment is so stressful and frustrating, especially for guys, it seems like. So a cruise sounds like a wonderful belated way to celebrate!
I’m feeling marginally more human. I think my problem really was the barometer changing; I shut up the house and turned on the AC when the temp inside topped 80, and between that and some food I’m at least not feeling like snarling at the world any more. But I still plan to go to bed as soon as I finish up the last 14 minutes and 21 seconds of this job – but who’s counting?
I’m glad you warned us that Frankenpug looked awful before clicking on that photo – poor baby, I hope she feels better soon! Is she leaving the incisions alone? I hope so; dogs with collars are so pathetic. Emily the silly bulldog in Idaho had a hard collar on when we first met her, and then graduated to a soft collar before she appeared collarless. The soft collar actually was hysterical – she’d lie down with it on, and she looked like a blue mushroom with a bulldog head sitting atop it!
So you sew without patterns and are self-taught, LiLi? Color me impressed! I can alter well – I still am proud of one pair of slacks I altered for snowbunny that made her butt look fabulous – but I was taught to sew with patterns, so my creativity is limited to changing the patterns. But I have to start with something basic. You do very good work! And to answer your question, would the godets in the skirt be the same fabric or contrasting, such as the fabric used for the edging and empire band? That does make a difference as to my opinion. I prefer contrasting, but I’m not sure that’s fashionable right now; I never know what’s currently stylish or not, alas, even though I watch enough fashion shows you’d think I would. Anyway, however you do it, I’m sure it will look great! Fits you like a glove, too.
5 million?!? You’re expensive–I’m just looking for a lousy $100K. Hell, I’ll take $1.00 at this point…
I say toss the clothes–chances are, by the time you wear them again, they’ll be out of style or (as what happened to me) your body shape reconfigurates, even if your weight is the same post babies. Not a nice surprise.
The house smells of cat piss. Have washed the small kitchen rug; baking soda’ed and vaccuumed the large dryclean only kitchen rug (the one that regenerated itself post kitchen fire last week), swept and mopped the basement floor and staircase. Yes, I changed the litter box. Gah. I think it’s in my nose at this point and no matter what I do, it will smell like cat piss. I don’t like the smell of cat piss. I don’t have any plans for dinner tomorrow night as yet, and meat has gone up in price at the store. Hmmm… anyone know how to skin a cat?
Bad MBG! No overdoing it! (Does the knee feel better yet?)
Cute dress, LiLi. And cute Nat, of course.
Poor Frankendoggy!
Yay for DH and his new job. Is this just until public service calls? And yay for the honeymoon cruise! (You don’t mind if I come along, right?)
My din-din was two small home-baked rolls with ham, some cherry tomatoes and some actual cherries. The cherries didn’t look like they were ripe, but they were really really good.
Nothing like a nice meaningless meeting to start out your first post-holiday workday, huh, FCM? So…was there any job-hunting done despite the errand assignments?
I am also waiting for an outrageously large inheritance. Perhaps we are all long-lost sisters? (I’m sure the inheritance will be so large that we won’t have to worry about sharing.)
Eeep…all that heat would make me crazy, Dotty.
I’m tired - today was really gray and that made it hard to be awake.
I’ve decided I need to plan out my household accomplishments for the summer. I have lots and lots I want to do, but need to make a list, prioritize and then make plans. I’d like to take a whole week off to get stuff done, but I’m afraid I’d put stuff off and wind up lazing around the whole week (which I’d also love to do, but it’s not happening anytime soon). So I think I’m going to onesy-twosy my way through summer days off and see how that works out. I need to take off a week late summer to go visit Mom, so that’ll be the semi-relaxing time…
Mr. Lissar wants me to un-slander him. He says he did not say ‘fat’. He says that he is very offended that I slandered him to all my imaginary friends. He says that what he said was, “makes you look even slimmer than most of your dresses.”
Tell him your imaginary friends will take your word over his, thankyouverymuch. Cute dress, btw.
Congrats, gotti, on the husband’s new job and the honeymoon! Imagine how much you’ll be able to gloat next Feb when the rest of us are freezing our asses off.
I’ve actually been taking it easy today - I didn’t FEEL hungover this morning, but around lunchtime I started feeling a bit queasy. This is how I justified spending the entire day on the sofa. Go me.
And he thinks that makes it better? I will mail you a wet trout.
[sub]may I say here and with appropriate humility that I never put together that gotti and gotpasswords were the same person? I feel very stupid.[/sub]
Hey, great news on the vaca and the job there, gotti!
Well, this imaginary person is hauling her ass to her imaginary bed.
I made some herb tea tonight using pineapple mint and lemon verbena from my herb planter, since this awful weather has me in wintertime mode right down to the cup of tisane before bed. It’s 3C outside! In LATE MAY! Eeesh. I’m gonna have to turn up the heat and pile on the comforters.
I’ve given up on my inheritance. Now I’m just working on winning the lottery, though I suppose that I should probably get my plan in motion by actually buying tickets or something.
I think my mom is trying to get me to give my …seed to a lesbian couple that she knows. I told her that as long as I never meet these people and they don’t want me to be a part of the child’s life at all, ever, then I’d do it. This sounds harsh, but I really can’t deal with the thought of taking care of a kid, even if someone else is doing the majority of the work. And in the short term, I don’t like babies, so it all works out.
I can’t tell how serious she is about it, but apparently these gals are willing to shell out some dough for some baby batter.
I trimmed my facial hair tonight, and as I was getting the toenail clippers out, I found the hair trimmers I spent 30 minutes looking for earlier, after I had already purtified myself with a pair of kitchen shears and a comb. ::ugh::
Appropriate yays, hugs, boos to those in need. I skimmed, but I didn’t manage to retain much.
I hope the poor doggy is feeling better soon.
Congrats, gotti, on the honeymoon arrangements and DH’s job.
Swampy, I made your layered potato onion thingy at our friend’s BBQ yesterday. It was a huge hit. Mr. Taters was telling our friend about the dish, and then friend asked me to make it. Anyway, said friend had his parents and brother over as well as my family and my husband’s dispatcher. The whole casserole dish was emptied. It was a huge hit.
I also brought over potato salad and everyone liked that as well. You know, I have found that people are very particular about potato salad. I know I am. I do not like potato salad with pickles, ANY kind of pickles. If served potato salad with pickles, I will eat it and smile, but I don’t really like it. The odd thing is, I do use dill when I make my potato salad. So, anyway to make a long story short, I’m always nervous about bring potato salad anywhere because everyone I know is picky. I was pleasantly surpised to see most of it eaten and was even asked for the recipe.
Anyway, the BBQ was nice and we got home around 8:00 or so. The hubby and I 'preciated each other for a bit, then we watched Wild Hogs. It was an entertaining movie anyway.
Today I worked extra hard at my workout since I had to miss Saturday’s workout due to lack of sleep and getting my daughter ready for her Senior Ball. I added more weight and extra reps on the machines I use. I also added more cardio. I was pretty much wet when I was done with the workout.
You know, cb my worry would be whether your mom is willing to not be a grandma to that baby. I don’t know your mom, but mine would be incapable of resisting the genetic pull: “baaaaaaabyyyyyy… baaaaaaaabyyyyyyy…”
I have no idea what a godet is. Could google, I guess. But since I’m not interested in clothes beyond “it covers any bits that need covering,” I shall revel in my ignorance.
Gratz gotti on DH’s job; is that the ship’s maiden voyage? The pun possibilities are endless.
I’m sorely tempted to buy me tickets for the WoW Invitational, a players’ convention that will be taking place in Paris June 28-29. Sort of like chocolate for the gnome in me. Lilbro intends to come visit the previous week (jeez, it’s three weeks away already!) and he’d be all right with me abandoning him on Friday, he actually mentioned the possibility of me “having other plans for that weekend” without knowing about the Invitational. I shouldn’t but I wanna.
Okay, this made me come up with an idea for our own special MMP project for this week. (You know how I love these projects, see the MMP map, and the MMP 07’ collection; special PS, I’m not done with the map yet). Well, the SDMB has a glossary of terms, maybe we should have one too.
Example:
Heck we can even add characters too, Lord knows how confusing it can be to keep track. I remember this past summer I took a break from this thing, and all of a sudden there was this chick named, huh, “Scottish Darling”? I remember I looked and I looked for someone’s SDMB name to be SD but couldn’t figure out who we were talking about. Now Haze has at least half a dozen people in her gang when I try to follow her stories. This as opposed to whenever mousie mentions Hawkeye, who is her actual boyfriend, and is actually named Hawkeye on the board. The confusion might develop when someone assumes that every night after she comes home from work she tells tales of crimefighting with her sidekick.
Perhaps it would look something like this:
As you can see I’ve editorialized a bit, all that can be cleaned up if the general impression is, “yah that sounds like a fun idea”.
I know I’d learn some stuff too. I still don’t know what the heck rosie is talking about when she mentions “Room #315” or whatever. I’ve always just been too shy to ask.
So just throw some stuff out there, anything that comes to mind.
NOL: Not Our Lunch Lunch, Special One, Achod: nicknames for Noone Special. Achod means one (1) in Hebrew and is rarely used.
Amazing how The Redheaded One seems to collect them nicks.
mika: Anaamika, a Mumper who’s been MIA from the MMP for quite some time but who pops into other threads sometimes, so we know she’s still around, she just doesn’t seem to Dope so much.
swampy, oso pantanoso: swampbear, a Mumper who was undisputed king of TMI until beebs came along and started his still-unresolved bid for the crown. Known to be a Whyskypalian and sing loudly at birthdays.
ACBG (no bolding): short for A Certain Burly Gentleman who doesn’t live with swampy but may need to be fought off by anybody trying to lay paws on Da Bear.
chaoticbear: must not be mistaken with swampy, specially since given the amount of innuendo between the two, it would count as a very worrisome case of Dope-narcissism.
beebs, do you think you should move my marker to Glasgow? It’s supposed to be my physical location for the next months, but the current marker at Pamplona probably represents my mental location better.
The room thing comes from the night shift having too much fun. At some point someone told them to get a room
He says that what he said was, “makes you look even slimmer than most of your dresses.”
Cute dress, btw.