A Perfect Sunday - An Early MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Mornin’ everyone. I’m up and caffienating and soon we’ll be heading out to breakfast.

I’m sorry to hear about the arthritis, doggio.

It is cool and foggy here. Has been all morning. I woke up this morning and could barely see past my back patio. That’s foggy.

I guess I should get myself ready to go. After breakfast, we need to stop buy the costome store and get a costume for my daughter. She’s going to a party this evening and requires a costume. I think the costumes will pretty much be picked over, but we’ll see what she comes up with.

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FCM - Conspiracy theorists seem to be remarkably resistant to anything that contradicts their beliefs, and just as remarkably adept at absorbing information that fuels them. Trying to dissuade one is like trying to convince a building to get out of the way and let you pass. This guy though seemed to be so far outside normal thought processes that I could have told him that I had to leave through an interdimensional portal now and he’d have tried to follow.

Rigs - Well, he did look pretty scruffy, but mostly in that “I don’t care how you think I look” sort of way. He wasn’t dirty nor did he have more than a day or two worth of stubble on his face. I assumed he was mentally ill though from the first few words out of his mouth. It was just really weird, as he spoke clearly and in a way that could be perfectly understood – or would be if anything he said made the slightest bit of sense. Had he been talking about the weather or the store’s menu he would have come across as perfectly normal. Instead he was talking about global warming and the ozone layer and J. Edgar Hoover and the health care system and some oddly named mystery power that was could fix everything but the government concealed it from us and carbon monoxide-imbued pills and we’re supposed to know all of this but they won’t tell us, but he knows all. I guess it’s one thing to see it on TV, but being face to face with the disconnect between his clarity of speech and the wackiness of its content is just weird. It’s like you keep thinking that he seems to command the language well enough that he should be able to form perfectly coherent sentences and make ordinary conversation, but then all this bizarre stuff keeps burbling from his face and tumbling all over itself and you realize that this is ordinary conversation for him. This really hit home when he came to his turn at the counter, where he made the perfectly ordinary request for a double-double and paid just like anyone else would. Then he resumed babbling to the next person in line.

The brain is a strange and mysterious thing when it short circuits.

I bet he was from Austria.

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ratzinfratzin whiney little bitch cow orker - WTF difference does it make how many I do and how many you do as long as the work gets done? “but it has to be even!” If I left it even, it’d never get done, i am faster than her and Original Annoying Cow Orker combined. Besides WLBCO doesn’t do this function full time, only when her other function is caught up and WTF is she doing in today anyway? grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr :mad:

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When do we eat?

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Uh oh, rosie is on Code Red.

ducks and runs

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Afternoon, all. I apparently drank one too many cups of coffee yesterday, plus I was reading a really interesting whodunit; I ended up not getting to sleep until waaaay late so slept nearly till noon today. :eek: I don’t think I’ve slept that late without being seriously sick/drugged in many, many years!

But it was just lovely. :smiley: I put a folded towel in the bucket where the drip was falling, and it muffled the sound enough that it didn’t bother me in the slightest. Plus it wasn’t steady – it only dripped when the rain got heavier. Our landlord is coming over shortly to take a look at it. I’d like that to happen, before the roof falls in. :eek:

Alas, the attack ads in question do end with that little statement. It doesn’t seem to lessen the ugliness in this case, unfortunately. I wish they’d just ban ALL political advertising until 30 days before the election. These two-year races are getting real old REAL fast.

snowbunny had a history teacher in high school who was a conspiracy theorist. I complained to the principal about him, who assured me he would love to give the guy the ol’ heave-ho, but alas, he was a bigwig in the teachers union and couldn’t be pried out without serious parental complaint. So I added mine to the collection. :smiley: I was SO proud of snowbunny, though – on her last day, after she completed her exam, while he was expounding on some pet theory to another student, she informed him that she didn’t believe X theory, Y theory, or Z theory, and that she though he was full of nonsense.* :eek: We then waited to see if he was a coward or a man of principle who would mark her down for insolence to a teacher, which I would have fought all the way to the Supreme Court, if need be; I totally approved of what she had done. He turned out to be a coward – gave her an A. :smiley:

Back to drinking coffee. Yes, I’m having an exciting day, can’t you tell?

*Actually, I can’t remember if she said “nonsense” or “shit” or some other similar term; she can correct me. But she told him off beautifully, which was just a delight to her proud parental unit.

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Evening all. Did I mention my parents are still here? My father is polluting my lounge room, watching Fox News (the Beltway Boys) :rolleyes: . Is that enough to disown him??? :o

ETA: I am going to bed now, before I say or do anything that might be construed as uncharitable.

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Well, the kids and I are all cleaned up and ready to go, but we’re still waiting on the hubby. I guess we’re having brunch, not breakfast, seeing as how it is now nearly 11:30 a.m.

I cannot get to my freakin’ e-mail. The homepage won’t open up. I have connectivity to every other webpage, just not my comcast.net page. How irritating. It’s been this way since I woke up this morning.

As it turns out, I don’t need to buy my daughter a costume. She’s just going to use an old costume of mine. We may still need to get a wig, but that’s all she’ll need. I’ve already got all the make-up she wants, which isn’t much. Black lipstick, with blood red glitter type gel to go over the lipstick. I have eyeliner (new), and she has mascara, so we’re good to go there. We have blush, and various other things too.

I wish Mr. Taters would hurry. My stomach is slightly rumbly.

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Oddly, I don’t either. I’m hoping the word “bullshit” came out of my mouth, but I don’t remember the details.

Nothing’s happening here today, I’m playing a silly game and just being lazy. There’s going to be a (relatively, of course) big party downtown tonight, but I never go to stuff like that. Too many creeps, and not just because it’s a Halloween thing. I might get dressed and take the trash down, but I might not. It can wait another day.

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SCL has a new job? Great news!

It’s Saturday evening here, and I have been to the pub today so this probably counts as an obligatory drunken post. 'im indoors bought an xBox 360 today so I will be even more of a gaming widow than before. On the plus side, I posted a box of goodies as promised to CherryBomb and bought tickets to see New Model Army next month.

Apart from that, Saturday has been quite uneventful. I have just had a bath and am in my jammies, so when the guy from the curry house arrives with our order, 'im indoors will be answering the door. Just to keep the peace, y’know.

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It’s not just the statement I was getting at, it was the :stuck_out_tongue: in the manner of a spoiled bratty child. I guess it wasn’t too clear that it was within the quote.

Just back from a mini-grocery run. I decided to make oatmeal cookies, but I was short a few oats. But I’m good now. And we’re having navy bean soup for supper, so I’ll be starting that soon, too.

The sun peeked out a couple of times, but mostly it’s been a dreary day. I’m glad I’m not out in the soggy field trying to keep my cardboard boxes from turning to mush while grumbling about the lack of patrons. I feel safe in guessing that the turnout was much less than expected. Oh well…

Last load of laundry in the dryer. Life is relaxing. And good.

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Dotty tell your dad is officially dead to me, now.

Mindy–it can be very odd to talk to the mentally ill (I mean the truly wigged out). I had to do a rotation in the locked psych ward as a student nurse. There I found I could not work with the mentally ill, because I am very susceptible. I’m susceptible to accents, too–I’m one day in UK and I start aping their speech, which makes it seem like I’m a loser-wanna-be, so I end up mute-but I am losing the point. I found as an SN that when I talked to the manic pts, I got all wound up and I started talking faster etc. When I was with the depressed ones, I became gloomy and sad and hopeless. I was like the psych ward barometer. I hope that guy gets help–they have good mental health services in Austria, I believe…
I am sorry to see anyrose this way, but I can’t help laughing at an adult who thinks that workload should be FAIR. Tell her she can cut it, but you get to choose which half is yours… Moron!

I have done half the homework. It says in my contract that I am now entitled to chocolate. yes!

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WLBCO has left - as has everyone else - it seems the Saturday crew comes it at 7am and works thru til 3 with no breaks - I couldn’t even get out of bed by 7! (well, I did actually, but not without much griping) I had something else to say but cannot for the life of me remember WFT it was. <sigh> getting old sux.

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Back from visiting the kid in Jerusalem… and then finishing all kinds of unfinished shopping from yesterday. Tired.

**DogButler **-- sorry to hear about the arthritis!

**Rosie **-- here’s a way to relax… just think, you could have been her (or someone like her) but for an accident of birth. At least this way you don’t have to be in her skin 24/7.

**Rigs **-- if **DB **won’t check in for much longer, I’ll take over and check which parts are squishy and which aren’t :wink:

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I’ve always thought you were a few short of a batch myself. :stuck_out_tongue:

Taters that’s awful nice of you to let your daughter use your everyday makeup just for a costume. :stuck_out_tongue:

I’m in the mood to stick out my tongue, so, everybody else… :stuck_out_tongue:

I just woke up a few minutes ago and am cold caffienatin’ to wake myself up the rest of the way. I’m also hungry! Don’t wanna eat real big because I will tonight (and have beerverages cause I did my DD duty last night!). My life is just so awful right now.

BioRosie what you do is give annoyin’ one a batch of stuff to do and tell her she can come back for more when she’s done. Why, yes, I have been known to do such things to make somebody go away. :smiley:
Oh, and…

:stuck_out_tongue: :stuck_out_tongue: :stuck_out_tongue:

ETA: Sorry about the arthritis doggio! Several of us can commiserate with ya if that helps any.

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I forgot to commiserate on the arthritis, too, canineservant. I’ve had it for some years. I assume you’re talking about osteoarthritis? That’s my variety. I had surgery on my left hand for it some years ago; the bones at the base of my thumb were bone-on-bone :eek: just like my now-bioknee was. I’m here to report that there’s some good medications, and it’s fairly easy to live with – just make sure to keep exercising the joints. That’s the key to almost any joint problem, actually; if you don’t use it, you lose it remarkably quickly. Which is why I was exercising on the elliptical practically up to the day of my knee surgery.

Our landlord just came by, and he and Papa Tigs looked up in the attic over the bedroom to find the roof leak. That’s a fairly recent addition to the house, and I must say that whatever previous owner did it, they did the cheapest, shoddiest job they possibly could. Apparently you can see daylight at the roof peak. :eek: :eek: :eek: So he quickly determined that he needs to send over somebody who knows a LOT more about it than he does. In the meantime, I’ve spritzed the damp patch of carpet just inside our bedroom door with Resolve to get the musty odor out, and we’ll just deal with it if it rains again before it gets fixed. It wasn’t a big leak, fortunately; I got about a cup of water in the bucket, and maybe another 1/2 cup soaked into the carpet.

It turned nice here all of a sudden. Temps are in the upper 60s, so we’ve opened the house up and are enjoying the lovely fresh air again. I’d broken down and turned the heat on a couple nights ago to take the chill off the house; it was so damp that it was just extra-chilly. We’re supposed to be dry and cool for the next week, so maybe I can keep the heat off some more. I much prefer fresh air if I can get it.

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rigs, QD’s first placement was in a dementia ward. After something like four weeks of O.C. training. She figured after that she could handle anything.
We had a lovely lunch, and we’re lounging at home. Mr. Lissar says that I’m nesting so hard he can hear it. I’m trying to restrain the need to organize the closets and start sewing, because I have two entire months to do it in, and if I start now, I’ll have a higher risk of running out and getting bored.

One more week…

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Now LiLi it’s not nice to reveal other people’s deepest darkest secrets on a message board. :smiley:

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Yeah, Swampy, because I ALWAYS wear black lipstick. It’s my favorite, you know. :stuck_out_tongue: Actually, I rarely wear lipstick because I find myself chewing it off.

We’ve returned from brekkie and then the madness that was the costume store. We bought a wig, some vampiress teeth, and some fake glittery looking blood stuff.

My daughter opted to not go with white greasepaint. I’ll try to get a picture of her when she’s all done and post it.

Well, off to take care of some stuff.

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