My parents didn’t give any of us middle names. I used my confirmation name as my middle name until I got married. Now its firstname-maidenname-marriedname. None of those names are anything even remotely close to Annie. Altho my mom’s confirmation name is Anne.
New kid started today. He’s in the other office - not mine. Guess the boss didn’t want me warping his young mind. Or maybe because there’s more space in the other office and that engineer has been here for 6 years. Anyway, I’m still sans office mate. 40-ish minutes to go. I am so ready for today to be over.
My first non-babysitting job was as a PBX operator - the unit I used was slightly more modern than Ernestine’s, but not by much. The company got some small headsets that were little more than an earpiece and a thin boom mike, but because I was just part-time, I had to use the bulky unit with the big-honkin’ mic and the ear-covering headphones.
I didn’t snort. I was all professional and stuff. 'Cause I was a mature teen, and because my dad worked there and he wouldn’t put up with nonsense!!!
Howdy Y’all! Moanday has been survived. YAY! Not a bad at all today. A job postin’ should go out this week for my position. YAY! I want my assistant in local orifice to apply. I know she’s more than capable. She’s fifty-five and is worried she might not be considered. I reminded her that this is a program designed to provide job trainin’ for people fifty and older so that is actually kind of a plus. The fact that I will sing her praises to TPTB won’t hurt either.
MOOOOOOM here’s hopin’ they schedule FCD’s surgery soonest and the recovery is speedy. I know you’ll both be glad to get this over with.
Dindin shall be grilled chikin tenders, sallit, and garlic cheesey bread. YUM!
The mortgage company finally called, I will be closing on Wednesday.
I’m just waiting for the final confirmation of the date and time.
Thy come here, to my house for me to sign the papers. That’s convenient.
My tummy is still a mess. I don’t know if it was the stress of going to the armpit, the potato salad, or the birthday cake.
Percy is not being nice, he has started hissing at Sah-son when he tries to pet him. He still hides most of the time, and is starting to cop an attitude. He’s been here for well over a month, we talk to him, sit with him, close our eyes with him, have tried canned food, chicken, fish, and toys, and he still hides. Now he’s going to hiss?
I’m starting to wonder if his previous owners told the truth about why they were giving him up.
So much for the sun, we’ve got rain.
May 31 is surgical day. It will be similar to the procedure he had done in Feb - small incision and no hardware going in, so that’s good. And just an overnight stay, so that’s good too. Unfortunately, it’s still a week away. But at least an end is in sight.
Supper will be leftover ribs, beans, cauliflower, and maybe something salad-like. I should probably get in there and start cooking. I just want to go to bed - I’s fried!!!
True story. I have two brothers. One is named James and the other is named Jimmy. James was career Navy and is known by Jim except his family. My poor folks must have really liked that name and bless their hearts did not know it was the same name. I sure do miss my parents. All youse with living parents please cherish them as one day they will be gone.
Did Jimmy have to deal with people insisting that his name had to be James? I had a classmate named Kathy. For years, teachers insisted her name was either Kathleen or Katherine - her mother was always having to take her birth certificate in to prove it. Some people can be real butts about names.
We’ve eaten - it was OK, but not what I wanted. Still, just warming up rather than cooking, so there’s that. Dishes are done and kitchen is kinda sorta tidy. I still need to clean the smoker, but not today. Nope.
I’m going to talk to my boss about working on Moanday since I have to be off Tues & Weds next week. As long as he leaves me enough to do, I should be fine.
Oh yeah, and it’s raining again. ugh. We’re under a severe T-storm warning for the next half hour. ugh.
Dindin has been ingested and the kitchen is clean. Thus all is well.
MOOOOOOM as you said there’s an end in sight. Glad the surgery got scheduled even if not this week like y’all hoped.
Sari my mom had a cat who refused to live indoors. She hung around the place and made herself a home under a storage buildin’. Tiger was spayed but nonetheless lived the life of a semi-ferral cat. She would come up to the back stoop to eat when mom put food out but only if she didn’t see anybody around. Occasionally she would come up to somebody and do the cat thing of rubbing up against legs while purrin’ but she would not allow herself to be petted. Once when I was sittin’ in the swing under the carport, she came and jumped up in the swing, laid down on my lap and proceeded to take a snooze for a few minutes. Kinda freaked me out. When I told mom, she told me that Tiger had taken to doin’ that as of late on occasion. She never did this to anyone but mom and me, not even to my sister and niece who lived right beside mom. Ummm… I had a point. Maybe Percy is just one of those type of cats.
Now that I have rambled on and on. I shall betake myself elsewhere on teh intartoobz.
doggio, that flaming ball of gas up in the sky? It’s called the sun.
Just talked to Sis. I won’t have to go to Houston next month to tag the car since she (finally) dropped the title in the mail this morning. Considering I’ve been driving it since December.
Princess Allie had quite the tantrum when introduced to a human visitor yesterday. The lady in question has cats of her own, which Her Royal Brattiness apparently objected to. Took her until this morning to go back to her version of normal.
In other news, the job search program I’m in requires twice-a-day video conferences. Morning is at the thrift store I’ve been irking at. I did get approval to do the afternoon one from home (travel time/distance), but found out this afternoon that the microphone built into the laptop isn’t working. Took two stores and one wrong route “courtesy” of Google Maps to get a USB headset with microphone. Could have done without spending $30, but I do believe I’ll only have to make one trip to the thrift store tomorrow (morning meeting), since I’ve got the microphone working at least well enough that Windows Sound Recorder can hear me.
Throw traffic woes on top of tech woes on top of a sick DH on top of my own lingering cough from the latest plague, and therapy nachos are being ingested. Dunno why, but when I’m sick and/or stressed out, I seriously crave protein.
I may have to borrow that one. The one I usually use is that there are grandparents today who can’t remember when the Beatles broke up.
*** Makes note to consider Robyn for next year. ***
You may loot but not pillage.
Phar-Mor but you will have to invent a time machine first.
Good replies. I did a double again today but I’m taking Wednesday off for the grand dedication of the refurbing of Noah’s Ark at Kennywood. They are taking it more back to the classic dark-ride type experience it was when I was a kid. Insert your own joke about the original Noah being present here.
(As a reward for my service to the Mother Company during “peak” I am getting a near-unprecedented reward ----- a paid vacation day! I’m using it for Kennywood.)
My cousin Billy is Billy, and my cousin Larry is Larry, and Uncle Jack is Jack; but cousin William is Butch.
Sounds like Tiger had good taste Swampy.
I think Sah-son may have gotten his feelings hurt a bit. He spends way more time with Percy than I do, and he didn’t want a cat in the first place. He does the food and water, I clean the litter box. But Sah-son goes upstairs more than often than I do, and every time he goes up he spends time with the cat.
I usually get along with shy cats. When I was pet sitting, the shy cats almost always came out for me. Probably because I ignored them.
Going grocery shopping tomorrow. I wanted to go Wednesday, but since I am closing that day I want to keep it open.
I have too much to do and not much is getting done.
Ruble - a friend heard her daughter tell her friend that the Beatles were Paul’s backup group before he got Wings.
I had a ‘down’ weekend. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Not depressesed, just a weird (for me) weekend where I had nowhere (except for some errands that had to get done) to be.
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[li]For the first weekend since March (& like 60% of the weekends this year) I did not pin on a race #[/li][li]I did not set an alarm to get up early either day, & actually woke up late both days.[/li][li]I was supposed to go out Fri eve, but didn’t.[/li][li]We talked about going out to dinner on Sat, but I didn’t pick up the phone to make any arrangements. Cooked at home, but didn’t sit down to eat until almost 8 pm.[/li][/ul]
Next weekend is back to (my) normal - going away, with 4:grumbledy-grumble am wakeup calls.
The following weekend is insanity
Then away at least one night of the last two weekends in June.
…& every weekend in July.
When I say that I look forward to sleeping in & going to irk on Moanday, you can see why, because it’s more relaxing there than anywhere else in my schedule. Not today, though. Moanday dragged at irk.
What’s your typical weekend like?
40-ish minutes to go. I am so ready for today to be over.
I’m sixty-one and clearly remember a lot of stuff, starting with the assassination of JFK>
