One more post and then I get back to the fascinating world of data entry!!!:
This picture is listed on Wikipedia as a view of Hell.
I swear before all that is holy, I will go to Hell one day. Just to get a bottle of dehydrated water from Hell Creek if nothing else.
I like this picture of Hell.
I forgot to say earlier that Mr Rebo got ReboSon’s car running yesterday. Turns out it was the battery, but there was a lot of corrosion on the ground wiring, too. Poor thing - took him all day! He does not like wearing that particular hat anymore… 
Hmm… can’t think of any special words at the moment, but if I do I’ll come back with them.
Today is Layoff Day at KT’s company. The waiting will be over at 2pm CST.
My manager brought in cream puffs for a belated birthday treat for me (birthday was 12/22). They’re gooooood. I’ve already had 2. 
I finished the scarf for KT over the weekend. It’s really simple - just a 1x1 ribbing - but it’s a charcoal gray alpaca with two red stripes on each end, and it looks really sharp. He found a long wool trench coat at a local consignment shop over the weekend (probably would retail around $1000 and he picked it up for $70… gotta love consignment) in excellent condition and the scarf looks perfect with it. When he puts on his fur-lined hat with the ear flaps, he looks like a KGB agent though.
I’m now working on a striped Noro scarf for myself in mostly pinks and black/midnight blue. I think it’s going to be gorgeous. And I’m really excited to be working on something for myself! I’ve made scarves for my mother, my MIL, KT, a work friend, and a few for church-related charities. But none for me yet. So this is fun.
{{{**mousie **& family}}}
I don’t have a complicated word, but around here the Word of Today is:
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poopyhead**
I spent 20 minutes on the phone listening to some kid’s mother yelling at me because his driver called her pwecious a poopyhead.
Damn drivers are more immature than the kids in the bus.
See ya’ll poopyheads!
I’m baaack. Whether you wanted me or not. Had to concentrate on a Job from Hell – I hate, hate, hate patent stuff, it’s like they speak a whole different language from the rest of us. Yuck!
Anyway, good thoughts going out to mousie’s grandpa (what’s going on? I must have missed it at the end of the last MMP) and taxi’s hubby.
My favorite word? One that I’ve loved since I was little and my Aunt Betty taught me this silly saying that included the word “eleemosynary.” Eleemosynary. Eleemosynary. It just rolls of the tongue. I’m also partial to “fraught” and “penultimate.” I’m sure there are more, but that’s all the brain is coming up with right now; all that patent jargon has driven real English out of my brain, alas.
Poor Papa Tigs – his place of employment has joined the world of Inauguration Crazy. He had to do a practice emergency roster call-out this weekend, and it’s just going to get nutsier and nutsier. He’s also trying to decide just how insanely early he’ll need to leave to get to work on Inauguration Day itself; he’s thinking 4 a.m. right now, but that’s subject to change (to even earlier). I’ve even suggested he find a spare bed at the hospital and just stay overnight the night before. It might make life easier. It’s gonna be interesting.
ETA: Defenestration. That’s another good one. I’ve always enjoyed telling people to go defenestrate themselves; it sounds so dirty.
A story…
I got called out of bed yesterday for an ambulance run. When I got back, I needed a shower, so I took one and felt instant relief. I went into the room where I sleep (different than VWife, cuz we fight for blankets and space in a king sized bed :rolleyes:), and when I sat down on the futon, there was a distinct aroma of stale ass.
Geez, I knew I needed a shower, but I wasn’t that bad, and I don’t make it a practice to poop on futons. I finished dressing and turned around to see if I could figure out the cause. There was this odd gray blob that caught my eye, strategically placed where my butt would be; it turned out to be a very dead and very chewed on mouse that one of those damned cats left for me.
Yuck.
My friend’s crazy brother uses this word when he’s harrassing her. She makes the egregious mistake of putting the knives in the dishwasher, pointy side up. She egregiously leaves the garden hose out. It’s an endless string of amusing accusations.
My very favorite complicated word is “flocciniaucinihilipilifilification” and I’ve taught it to the Grandboy as well. He can pronounce it, define it, spell it and, providing a print Oxford Unabridged is available, he can prove it exists. It has the great advantage of being a Google-stumper, as well as just being a cool word. The pocket definition is “the habit or practice of describing everything as nothing,” which I bet Carrot can pretty well discern from breaking it down into its component Latin roots. Perhaps you can now better understand why the Grandboy has been known to make teachers cry. 
More mundanely, I use “egregious” all the time because it’s a fabulous word. I also like “reprehensible,” “tawdry,” “rapscallion,” “impugn,” and “miscegenation.” I treasure my sesquipedalian vocabulary and am always on the lookout for more fun words to annoy others with.
Well, Bear gave me an early morning panic attack by whipping his big old head around and knocking my laptop onto the floor. He was very, very sorry but says it’s not his fault that nature made him a jughead with too much enthusiasm. No harm done but it did get the old blood moving and prior to caffeine imbibement that’s not necessarily a good thing.
I still have not procured a scale so that’s on my morning to-do list. I’d sure rather borrow one than own one but nobody has a spare. Darn it. Well, at least we can find out for certain exactly how much Pratchett weighs–we’ve been thinking of hauling him in to PetSmart on a leash to decide the issue but that would probably be very hard on the dogs in the store. I’m sure most of them expect cats to run from them, just as I’m sure they don’t expect cats to be quite that huge.
{{{mousie}}} Good luck to Grandpa!
MBG, I weaned the Grandboy off of using “poopyhead” by teaching him to replace it with “scheisskopf.” I’m a great believer in swearing in other languages especially for kids–he’s not allowed to swear in Spanish, though, since it’s so idiomatic that the same word can be fairly innocuous to absolutely filthy depending on context and none of us speak it well enough to guarantee a lack of offense. Too many native speakers around, anyway, best to stick to more obscure languages.
Boy howdy there Bobbio, we can sure see where YOU rate in your house! Damn, sleeping on a futon AND murdered mousies? Yuck.
Glad to hear things are going well, Haze!
Gnrph, shower time…
Mama Tigs, Grandpa went to the hospital Friday night in V-Tach.
They did an angiogram today, which went better than expected. Better than expected still does not mean good, however. The doctor said that his heart muscle is weak, and that they were scheduling another test on, I think, Wednesday.
The doctor called it an Electrical Scarring Test, but I can’t find anything under that name in google. My Favorite Aunt thinks that the doctor was dumbing down the name of the test for my Grandma. Does anyone have any idea what this test could actually be so that I can get more information on it? All I know is that Grandpa has a chance of heart failure during the test, I was told it was 2%. As I understand it, the test is supposed to determine the amount and severity of scarred tissue on the heart. As of now, the plan is to do this test and then probably replace Grandpa’s pacemaker with a different model, so that when, not if, when this happens again, the pacemaker will hopefully be able to shock his heart back.
The good news is that he doesn’t need another bypass at this time. Thanks for the good wishes everybody. This stuff is never easy to deal with, but it’s even harder from 1,000 miles away with second hand information. I know I couldn’t really do much if I were there, but …
Actually, I can’t. Pretty much all I can do is the ‘nihil’ part, and I’ve got a feeling it’s not all Latin.
Yuck indeed.
I’ve only had to deal with chewed-up dead mouse once, courtesy of Ariel the Wondercat, and hope to never ever experience that level of ick ever again. Ariel, on the other hand, is probably cursing that the current house isn’t nearly as prone to rodent incursions as the last one… she strutted around like Ms Thang for a week after the dead-mouse-in-the-bed incident.
Hope all goes well with KT, taxi. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
Oh, and sounds like things are going swimmingly for you, Haze. That’s wonderful. I do miss that crazy giddy feeling of a new relationship… though there is something to be said for comfortable I-don’t-remember-what-it’s-like-to-sleep-without-you old love too, so I’ll stick with what I’ve got. 
ETA: Yay for the good grandpa-related news, mousie!
Update: on scrutinizing the various sites even more closely, these are the requirements:
For Poli Sci:
5 specific classes, 3 of which I will have credit for by the end of this semester
8 elective PSCI classes, 1 of which ‘’ ‘’
4 elective classes from a small range of fields, 1 of which ‘’ ‘’.
For Math:
11 specific classes, 5 of which I have gotten credit for already
4 elective math classes, none of which I have taken or can take until spring of next year at the very earliest
16 hours of non-math math-related classes, which coupled with my previous CS credit (one class has to be one of three specific CS courses, one of which I have credit for through getting a 5 on my CS AP a few years ago) effectively means something like 10 hours in a single discipline, and since a Stat minor requires 18…
So that’s a total of 2+7+3+5(+2)+4+(18) classes (+hours), and I think all of the classes involved are three credits, which makes 21(+20) classes(+hours)=83 hours. Which seems to fit fairly nicely into 6 semesters more with 15 hours each of these courses, with possibly more linguistics sprinkled in when I can.
And boy, won’t changing my major from General Engineering to Political Science be a bitch! Apparently, I have to get signatures from my old advisor, my new advisor, the Dean of Engineering, and the Dean of Liberal Arts and Human Sciences. And then I have to do part of it again to add Math as a major, and again to add Stat as a minor.
Moving update:
Nearly everything that’s not going to the dorms with me is in storage. I had to sleep on the camp cot last night. I didn’t sleep well. The two bedrooms are completely cleaned and the bathroom is almost done. My sister washed the windows and vacuumed the living room, but there’s still some holes to patch and sand and detail vacuuming. And the kitchen and dining room. 
I have three people coming to pick things up tonight. Woo!
And my boyfriend is no longer sick. =^_^=/ ← happy kitty.
I’m going to ask my boss if I can store the dorm stuff in our warehouse until I take it to the dorm. That way I don’t have to drive two towns over to my parents’ (especially since they have hardly any room for stuff since my dad is cleaning the garage)
KT survived the layoffs! Yay!!!
Yay for KT!! I think you guys need to celebrate! Room 304 is all yours, and we’ve even scrubbed the hot tub!
Hooray! Congratulations for the good news for both mousie and taxi!!!
I’m just sitting here in boringland waiting for the phone to ring (literally). I missed a call earlier from the health department because I was on the other line with a client. ACK! Then he had a meeting. Now I’m waiting, waiting, waiting…
Your daughter is a genius!!!
Another favorite word - Magnanimous. I use that one a lot.
One day down, four more till the long weekend. That’s all I’ve got.
I thought of another word I like this afternoon: whoreson. Not used nearly enough, IMO.
Happy Monday evening. Well, it’s -almost- evening. Good news about GranddadMousie; will continue sending healing thoughts and prayers.
Sounds like you’re doing a bit better than OK, Haze, and glad to know I was right about IrishCo-Worker! Woo hoo (for you :))!
I like the words that people tend to mis-use and I like spoonerisms too. My dad likes them but his favorites are not fit to be repeated in mixed company - seriously! LOL As I’ve mentioned before, my Dad can sometimes be King of the Inappropriate Language and Behavior. One of my friends uses the phrase “I’m not for sure,” for whenever she’s uncertain of something. Sometimes, it tickles me when she says that but usually it just irks me. 
I don’t know why she adds the “for” in there, but she does almost every time!
That’s all I got for now.
swoon I just talked to a guy from Scotland! swoon swoon some more
I love this job sometimes.
