rosie, I did BubblePop and the Sunset - I like the Euros - fun shape to work with.
I downloaded some pictures too, but when I go back and try to do the puzzle, it doesn’t show the pictures. I wonder if I have some setting in Firefox blocking them, but I doubt it.
I’m making breakfast, then out for some big-time errand running, then back here to get some housework done.
GO BEARS!!
What is with the server? I hope my provider gets on board, soon. This password thing is for the birds…
STOP showing me pics of creepy Tribbles and furry things…tis the stuff o’ nightmares, I tells ya.
I, too, had weird dreams last night, but I got a full 11 hours of sleep–guess I needed it.
Off to grocery store soon. And then laundry–my life of glamour and excitement never ends-such a whirlwind!
Lisslar --Myself, I think she (QD) CANNOT shop for rings until she says YES. It makes it seem like the guy is on spec or something. Tell her to SHAPE UP and say YES already…
The Bears play today? (not much into football, sorry). <obligatory> go bears!
Tomorrow. :rolleyes:
::Shakes fist at MBG::
Go Saints!
<ducks and hides from Señor Transportation Dude>
Yup. We talked about it this morning. She is so extremely grateful for all your input in her marriage situation. 
“I’m not getting married because the crazy people at the Straight Dope think I should!”
So far, she has been told by her best friends that she should not wait long to answer (because it’s cruel), and that she should decide if she thinks being married to DH will make her happy or not. She thinks this is very unhelpful. Of course, “Marry him, dammit!” doesn’t make her happy, either.
Do I want to stay home houseworking today? Mr. Lissar will be out all day, and I was at home cooking all yesterday. I wonder if Attacks Husband is busy.
Bleah, I don’t want either team to win! Howzat?
I am up, although I am not fully caffienated. The boys are supposed to be up. They had plans for today. I got my son up and in the shower, but hubby is still in bed. Whatever, they need to get moving is all I know.
Lissa, I know QD doesn’t want to hear it from us, but damn, it is cruel to string DH along like that. One day, he may get tired of waiting and find someone else.
I went to bed very, very, very late. I think I got maybe three hours of sleep. I’m going to be feeling this later today.
Nothing else of note going on. I plan on working on the house a little, and I need to do some laundry, but that’s about all I’ve got on my agenda until this evening. This evening we’re going out to dinner with friends.
Ta-ta for now folks!
Why not? We’re impartial (if slightly odd) observers of the situation. She should think of us as something between a marriage broker and the parents in an arranged marriage. Except for the part where we didn’t actually find DH for her. 
(BTW: Have you guys read Mika’s Hinduism thread over in GD? It’s fascinating.)
Still haven’t done anything constructive. Except eat breakfast (raisin-cinnamon swirl toast with peanut butter and banana - yum.).
Really I’m going to go throw stuff in the washer. Now. As soon as I hit submit. I promise.
GT
Off to work, see you tonight.
Go Saints!
The new closet is framed and one piece of drywall is in place. Most of the border is down, but there are still some little bits left, and a band of damage to the drywall - I suspect they used non-wallpaper glue along the edges, because that’s where the damage is concentrated. GRRRRRR. We’re going to finish putting up the drywall today, and if FCD’s knees are up to it, we’ll do some mudding tomorrow. I’ve got to finish getting the last pieces of border down, and I’ll need a little mud to repair the wall. Then I can start painting - ceiling first.
I figure it’ll take us a couple of weeks to finish this - no rush. Most of the remaining work is mine anyway. Once the closet is built, FCD has to hang the new ceiling fan (after I paint the ceiling) and we need to put down new base molding. Once that is done, he’s outta there and my magical paintbrush and roller take over. Then we put the new roman shades up, hang the new drapes, and move the furniture back in. Piece of cake!
But for now, we’re taking a break…
Well, the menfolk have cleaned up and are now outside taking down lights and washing my rig. My poor rig hasn’t been washed in over a month because of the terrible weather we’ve been having. It’ll be nice to see it all sparkly clean again.
I need to get myself cleaned up and get going on cleaning up the house. I have laundry to do as well.
I really don’t even feel like going out to dinner tonight, but we’ve already made plans with our friends, so we can’t back out.
I’d rather just stay home and veg. I am turning into such a homebody.
Hmm. Apparently QD and her Other Best Friend are going to come ocer later, and we’re going shopping. And then to Lazy Husband’s for dinner.
The question really is- do I want to bake a cake to kill time until they arrive? QD said four-thirty, but I have negative confidence in her timing. Normally she’s at least an hour late if she’s arriving at someone’s house. If we’re meeting somewhere, she’s 10-15 minutes late. I think her subconcious says, “Well, they’re stuck at home waiting, so… I’ll just dawdle”.
You know, when she signs up and reads this there will be more of her chasing me around calling me names. But it’s true!
Okay, this being diligent bit is starting to wear thin. Thus far today I have done a pile of transcribing; three loads of laundry, plus folded one left over from last night; sorted through underwear and added considerably to the rag bag; emptied the dishwasher and started reloading it again; and now I’m telling myself to clean up my office, and it just ain’t happening. So I think I’ll go back to transcribing. After a cup of coffee. It was either that or a nap, but I figured if I lay down, the phone would immediately ring – Papa Tigs is off playing bridge, and I just know he’d decide to call the instant my eyes closed. He’s talented that way.
I am an eyewitness: Palebunny just put a treat on Isaac’s nose and moved her hand away before he ate it. Granted, she moved about two microns, and he flipped it into his mouth so fast it would take a high speed camera to capture it, but this is definite progress in the Stupid Dog Trick department!
Good morning… or afternoon, to be precise. I have a @%&$load of work to do today, so obviously I’ve done nothing so far.
I had the weirdest dream that my mom came to visit me while I was staying at my uncle’s house in NJ. I remember how incredibly happy I was to see her. I pride myself on being pretty independent but the dream made me realize that I REALLY REALLY miss my mom. The only reason I’d even consider living in Korea is because she’s there.
::sniffle:: I wish my mommy were here to give me a hug.
Things have been rather stressful this week - apart from academic/thesis-related stress, the financial stress is wearing me out. Settling into our new apartment, having another person in the house… my brother had to buy a laptop because we knew sharing mine would eventually lead to bloodshed (my dad was going to give him his old one but that didn’t work out in the end) so that was an unexpected 900 dollars gone. Plus brother’s tuition costs at the city college (which are like a tenth of what UChicago costs but it’s still a fair amount of money). My parents are supporting us financially but they’re not rich by any standards, so it kills me every time I have to call and ask for money. And it’s not like I live an extravagent lifestyle, yet somehow there is never enough cash. ARGH. Incredibly frustrating. And my stupid F-1 visa makes it impossible for me to get a job. AHHHH.
Sigh. Off to get some reading done, and maybe get a bagel. Maybe it’ll make me feel better. (The bagel, not the reading.)
You can’t get a job? WTH is that? Why? Most students have some sort of job, no? Can you do something for cash and just not tell us (oh, god-I hope I don’t get a warning for that). I mean-you have to eat and pay rent and all that. I can’t imagine having to call Korea every time you need a bit of spending money. What is the purpose of the no job thingy–so that you don’t “steal” a job away from an American? I so don’t get our policies re that kind of stuff.
I am sorry you are homesick. Wish I could help. I just read a book (I’m doing a lot of that for my Young Adult library class this semester) entitled Step From Heaven by An Na. It’s all about a Korean family trying to assimiliate into the States. It was excellent. (and sad). I’m not sure if that helps at all, but it crossed my mind…can you email your mother? Send pics etc online? That might help.
Forget the bagel-go get a cookie. Cookies are better for homesickness than bagels.
PS-is it cold enough for you? Winter came–I am so excited! Now we just need some snow…
Howdy y’all. I cleaned the grill. Ick! It’s all sparkly and clean now though. Then we got hot dogs from the good hot dog place, came back home and ate 'em. I just got up from a nap. His majesty still rests. Oh, and I made some potato/corn soup that is tres nummy! That and cornbread is supper tonight. I think we’re going to try out the lunch buffet at the River Pointe Golf Club tomorrow. I’ve been told it’s really good. Don’t you just love it when a gratuitous letter is added onto a work. Pointe. Hee!
Bear and Saints playing together? Hmmm… could be fun… specially if they’re burly Saints.
Oh and rosie the burly painters can be fully clad when they arrive. I can take care of the scantily clad part after they get here. 
Cookies are better. Eat some cookies.
I think I’ll make brownies. I haven’t made brownies in months.
I made brownies today! <cue spooky music here>
I took the recipe out of the sample Cook’s magazine that they keep sending me. I used to like this mag, but the editor is odd, to say the least. I read his stuff about his rural New England town and think–gee, I’ve been in NE on and off my entire life and I have yet to meet anyone like this nut. But I digress. The recipe calls for cake flour–which makes for a nice chewy/bite, but without too much fudgy goo, if that makes sense. We like them. I’ve made them twice this week. Need to go walking to burn off some of them.
I need to put the LR back to together again. I am meh about the color-not sure why. It’s not bad or ugly or wrong, I’m just not loving it. Meh. Because of this, I am holding off on doing the master bedroom-that and school and my arm still aches from painting!
Cookies! Cookies sound lovely. I think I will eat some cookies.
rigs - I talk to my mom all the time (emails and phone calls) but sometimes I just miss being able to sit down over a cup of tea and really talk to her, y’know? I’m not even homesick per se, I just miss her. We’re very close and as I got older she was just as much of a friend as she was my mom.
I’m sure I’ll feel better soon - I get a bit moody sometimes, but it never lasts long.
As for getting a job… I could get a “cash” job (like waiting on tables, I guess), which wouldn’t require documentation, but I have no experience and more importantly no time (not if I want to get my degree this summer). I suppose I could tutor, but this neighborhood doesn’t seem to have much demand for tutors. The only legal job I could hold would be a school affiliated job (I can’t even get a work-study job!) but those are extremely popular and mostly rely on you knowing someone, if you get my drift.
Most people holding an F-1 visa are internationals whom the government considers a risk - ie, we’re considered the most likely people who will try to find a way to stay here even after our visa expires. When I applied for my F-1 visa they asked me if I had an American boyfriend - I suppose if I did it would have been a mark against me. The government wants the F-1 visa students to come here, get their degree, maybe work a year in a field related to their degree, and then get the hell out before we take jobs out of the hands of hard-working American citizens. :rolleyes:
Ah well. My brother is a citizen, so I’ll just have to whore him out so we can put food in our mouths.
Holy sh*t! We can edit now? And no one told me? Wow-we’re Somebody now!
Enjoy your cookies. I am going to enjoy a brownie and then I am REALLY going to work on the LR. Really.
(how do you edit–I don’t see an edit button. Do you have to be a charter member or one of Cecil’s favorites to edit? I’ll never make that list. I am here as a charity outreach program…)