Milkshake accomplished. I REPEAT: Milkshake accomplished!
Also I’ve just discovered my concert tickets are in the very last row, LOL. Operation Binoculars in hand!
Alert-- there’re two cats on the 'nip in the area. They are armed and known to run like horses, right in front of you. Do not approach suspects; slowly back away until you reach a safe distance. They may show you their tummies, but it’s a ruse!
Taters, if I make you coffee, will you arrange my little tree for me? I have to practically re-make it because the branches are all bent and/or loose. My feather supplies are in storage somewhere at work.
The idiots lie and say they’ll get right to it, but they’re lying liars who lie about lying. Imma call the union big wigs and have them deal with the lying liars, 'cause I want my stuff. Waited until vacation? It’s paying overtime for you ya liar!
Ummm… Taters, you may want to hide the coffee.
Oh my gosh! They must have met my cat, Raven. I swear, I fell for it almost every single time. It’s like I had to keep proving to myself that five of the six ends were pointy.
And, so . . . it’s been a week.
I am now a tutor. It’s cool. I’ve met with two students. One, a sweetheart of a 15 year old boy. The other, a skeptical senior who’s taking Pre-Calc but has tested at 7th grade level in math. There’s a lot of paperwork, because most of the kids I’ll be seeing are getting the tutoring through a Federal grant.
I have (counts on fingers) seven other kids I’m supposed to meet with. Monday meeting with sisters in elementary school did not happen, because Mom thought we were meeting at the school, and I was waiting at her apartment. In a bad part of town. While it was raining. And cold. And I had no umbrella. Did I mention it was a bad part of town. The problem is, Mom speaks no English, and I get my Spanish from babelfish. I can put together a sentence, but if you speak to me like I actually understand what I’m saying, my brain screams and runs away. It makes phone conversations difficult.
Of the remaining kids, one hung up on me, one has no working phone (the numbers and email provided don’t work), and the remainder haven’t called back.
And today, I found out that the sweet kid’s father had hit him, and his mom was in court trying to get an emergency restraining order and custody of her son. Mphf. (You know, in Texas, the “he needed killing” defense is still viable.)
Oh, and there’s so much, much more I could write about. But I have to go to bed.
FCM, delighted to hear your hubbie is doing so well post-surgery, especially that he didn’t catch on fire. (See? Fortune favors the prepared. I’ve always believed so.)
Rosie, stop that right now. You just tell your chest cavity to behave. It has absolutely no excuse for slacking like that. Unacceptable!
Bobbio, next time you get pulled over, you must try the “these aren’t the droids you’re looking for” gambit and tell us how it works.
Vix, the area beneath the vegetable drawers in a refrigerator is like the bilge of a ship. It’s where all truly bad, disgusting, evil things end up. Opal, depending on how old your fridge is, you might be able to lift the shelf above out and then turn the drawers to such an angle that you can remove them. Otherwise, it sounds like a whole lot of work.
Cograts, Lancia!
And now, both the bed and the puppy call. It is night, and the stars softly whisper sleep.
Good pancakes, phouka! What an adventure you’re on. Take good notes; I may join your ranks if I can’t sell this bridge I’ve got. Hey! I speak spanish; I could be your translator! If not, you’ll have notes for a novel sure to make bazillions.
And thanks for the reminder about shelves. I totally forgot that was possible and was wondering how on earth I ever cleaned under the veggie bins. Did I mention this kitchen could win an award for Most Poorly Designed? I swan there’s more wasted space than usable. My cousin the Big Deal, Yet Humble, Architect, weeps every time he comes to my apartment.
Speaking of my cuz; his FaceBook status has been changed to ‘in a relationship’! Let the archangels sing! He is the best guy on this planet and should have been married to the luckiest woman long ago.
Not to jinx anything, but I hope there’s the pitter patter of little feet in the next couple of years. This is a guy that was born to be a dad, folks. I can feel it in my heart when he plays with his niece, and I’m totally not the kind of person who thinks those kinds of things. Cross appendages plz? kthx.
One of the kittehs is too stoned on the 'nip and needs rescuing from behind the reading chair. Sheesh!
Something to do today that has 0 to do with giving up that damned house: I have an all-day skills class and test at the Navytown Rescue Squad. Completion of this class gets me certified as an EMT-B, making me legal in Merrylande.
Once recertified and probation done, I’m going for a paramedic cert. My Og, I need the diversion.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 57 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 67. I guess that makes it a good day to spiff up da cave a bit and make goodies for tonight’s soiree. I am makin’ meatballs, artichoke dip and cream cheese brownies. Others are bringin’ other stuff. We shall nosh, drink adult beverages (martinis with blue cheese stuffed olives!) and watch A Tuna Christmas which is all important to watch durin’ this season. I shall have to wield the spatula o’ doom to keep OYKW outta the brownies until party time. He fears the spatula o’ doom! 
Yay for gettin’ to take skills class BBBobbio. How soon before VWife starts to foster animals? 
phouka that is what I call a full plate. Good Luck! Also I hope the mom gets custody of the kid.
Is the house all decorated Taters? If not, I can lecture.
I need more caffiene and sustenance for rumbly tummy now.
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
When there are glaciers in Hell.
Up caffeinated, off to irk. Christmas party tonight with some of my hockey friends. I’m pooped, I was up till 0100 texting with my “just friend”
Up, physically if not mentally. Working on the caffeinated. Gotta get ready for the funeral. I’m wearing a skirt today, egads :eek:.
If all works right, I’ll be going out for the annual girls shopping trip to the Natick Mall much later today. I’d really like to go because it’s fun and because I’ll get to have crispy fried green beans from PF Changs. It all depends on whether Sweetie decides to sleep in RI tonight or just get up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow.
HoneyNut Cheerios and coffee.
Breakfast of champions.
Off to the gym then off to the Birthday Pub Crawl. Y’all are invited if you’re in the area.
Happy Birthday, CatDude!
My village is up, now I just need to dust off the coffee table, lay the Christmas runner on it, and put out the Christmas decorations for the coffee table.
I finished the tree at 10:00 last night. :rolleyes: I am damn near obsessive about making sure I put the tree decorations in the right spot, so that’s why it takes so long.
I’ve washed a load of laundry and just put it in the dryer. Now, as I said above, putting out the last of the decorations and then tidy up the house.
My son is due home today and I’m very much looking forward to having him home.
Happy Birthday CatDude!
Glad fcd is feeling a tad better
I made it home with all the Christmas presents so tonight and tomorrow will involve wrapping.
I am posting from my phone as I refuse to get my laptop out today. Happy weekend everyone!
Oh Rosie get better!
<ahem> clearing throat <ahem>
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HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY DEEAAARRR CCCAAATTTDDDUUUDDDEEE!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
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Happy, Happy, CatDude!!
**Woody **- congrats on the grades! So you’re not as dumb as I thought you were… I mean… never mind. *YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY *for your GPA!!
BBBobbio, are you qualified to remove surgical staples? I’ll make you a batch of snickerdoodles if you come over on Firday and destaplify my sweetie! We don’t want to have to drive all the way to Balto just for that and he’s waiting to find out if his GP will just do it. Otherwise, I fear St. Scary’s is the only alternative. We shall see.
**Opal **- my fridge is against the wall like that also (my own fault - I designed our kitchen layout) but there’s a doorway, so I just have to pull the fridge forward about 6" and the door is free. Unfortunately, the wheels on the fridge have made little divots in the tiles, so I have to really yank to get it out of the pits. I need to redo the entire layout, but when I mention that to the spousal unit, I get the Evil Eye[sup]TM[/sup].
It’s been a busy day, mostly because we slept in pretty late. I’ve got laundry going. I’ve been to the grocery, the dollar store, the pet supply store, the liquor store, and the pharmacy. I changed the sheets on the bed. I’ve tidied the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher. I’ve got butter out so I can make oatmeal cookies later on. I scanned and emailed an afghan pattern to my mom - one of the ladies at AARP was trying to figure out how I made one of the afghans I donated.
It’s dreary and cold and I think I’ll clean out the fireplace insert and get some combustion going. One more load of laundry for today, so that’s not too bad. And I need to finish the sweater for my daughter’s present. Busy busy…
Good grief, and it’s almost 2!! That’s why I never sleep in…
Happy Saturday, anyway!
Hippo Birdies, CatMan
blurf.
I passed my Merrylande Protocol Exam with an 88%. Not bad, considering I did 0 review. I’m supposed to have my EMT-B card by New Year’s.
Yay.
Congrats, BBBobbio! So what 12% don’t you know? And whaddaya wanna bet that’s what your next call will be!
Yay BBBobbio! Especially on 0 review.
Da cave is spiffed, par-tay vittles made and one martini consumed. What? I needed one to help me relax so I can be a good host. Oh and I set six cream cheese brownies on a plate all by themselves on the kitchen table and declared they were ok to eat pre-par-tay. Thus, I have not had to weild the spatula o’ doom.
JDD and Partner will be here shortly cause the baked ham and cheese sammich would be best baked here. Apparently this is ham and cheese between two layers of puff pastry and then cut into little sammiches. Plus another par-tay attendee has promised homemade gingersnaps and cheese cookies! WOOHOO!!! Oh and I did up some hot wings just cause, well, hot wings!
Last load is in the washer and I just started a fire. With luck, it’ll be toasty in here shortly. I need to bring in a couple more loads of logs, but it’s not an immediate requirement - I can get some when I take the dog out.
The mail’s here, but it’s too cold to walk down the driveway. Wonder if telekenesis will work??