People are stupid. That is all.
Agreed.
Gagh is best served live. 
I need to make a beer run! :flees to Kroger:
I’m tempted to end class early today and go join Capt Cheekbones and New England Gentleman at the bar.
Maybe I shall.
In other news, Olive has diarrhea. I scheduled an appointment with the vet for next Tuesday - they didn’t have any earlier openings. I hope it’s not serious - she needs a clean bill of health if I’m going to take her to Korea.
swampy - not that it makes any difference now, but Tarjay DID want to sell you the grill - but only at full price. This is not the first time a big chain has dome something like that. Cousin went thru something similar at her mecca, WallyWorld, a coupla years ago.
Mooom - I meant to say earlier - DO NOT! PUT RICK RACK ON THE PRETTY DRESS!! A glittery brooch, silver with rhinestones or crystals, one side or t’other, will do fine. I won’t speak to you if you put anything as tacky as rick rack on that dress.*
*btw - I knew, or hoped, you were kidding. 
Gagh is aptly named.
I, too, had an “aha” moment when I saw your daughter’s age, NoLa. My niece is 13 and periodically falls apart for no reason at all. She’s been known to tell her dad she hates him. But, thus far, she’s always apologized once she’s made it through the tantrum. (I was amazed by this.) She seems to realize that she’s sometimes not in control. I HATED being that age.
Pretty dress, FCM. I agree that a corsage might be enough. If you’re not doing corsages, then I agree with the silver accent crowd.
Call centers are weird places, aren’t they, Muppet? One of the companies I work with used to have similar rules. My employer has a couple of call centers too. I don’t know how they are these days, but they used to be the worst place to work in our agency.
Glad to hear GTigs appears to have been diagnosed.
I had a long and tiring day when I, once again, didn’t get everything done that I wanted to.
Guess I should think about din-din.
Hugs to all…
GT
Ok everyone, it’s dinnertime, please stop with the maggots. I know it isn’t rational, but I have worked for Target since 1984, and I am trying to not take it personally, but it isn’t easy.
I think a brooch would be pretty, but the material looks much too delicate to stick the pin in. I would go so far as to make sure the corsage can be worn on your wrist. I agree with the amethyst and silver combination in a necklace and earrings, though. Or a floaty, shimmery scarf. 
:: hugs :: Don’t be silly, flowers. One of my good friends works for Target too (Minister’s Lad). It’s not your fault nor his that some people working there are idiots.
:: ignores all mention of maggots, cause they’re gross ::
AWWWWW… Flowers I don’t want you to eat maggots. I’ll make you a burger if and when somebody lets me buy a grill. However, fool on the phone and the “customer service” person at the local Target get double helpin’s cause they deserve 'em.
gotti I checked out the grills they had at the local Home Despot. All they had were these hyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge things that I don’t want. Dang things looked like a mini stainless steel kitchen.
Actually, I have a grill right now and it works. I just want a new one cause poor grill is gettin’ worn out. I use it year round so I definitely get my money’s worth out of any grill I buy. I just don’t want to pay lots of money cause, well, I’m cheap.
MOOOOOOM, I say do rickrack. Matter of fact, take the dress back and go find one of these lovely dresses. Oh and just cause I haven’t yet, let me add my .02 to the BIL wants to perform the ceremony thing. Since daughter and fiance have already arranged for a friend to perform the ceremony, there should be no discussion. They have already decided on who they want, so BIL, MIL and anybody else inclined to get all in a snit can get over it cause, well, arrangements have already been made.
I made salmon croquettes, english peas and smashed N.O.T. for supper. We’s full. 'Tis one of my favorite suppers. YUM!
I’m right there with you - my company gets more than it’s share of trash talk. It’s tough to let it roll off your back. One disgruntled customer can undo a year of pleasant ones - and that one customer spreads his vemon all over the place. Not that swampy’s complaint isn’t valid, but perhaps his reaction is just the eensiest weensiest minutest bit extreme
Moom, or a shimmery scarf with rick rack! Sorry rosie, I love rick rack.
I got the living room cleaned up. I’m amazed at how much stuff accumulates in a matter of weeks! We’ve got kids stuff, moving stuff, my stuff, his stuff and stuff I have no idea where it came from.
I’ve got the Sirius music channels on the TV, the 70’s at the moment.
Do you talk Jive?
Sorry everyone, I’ve been grumpy because I was having trouble getting in touch with a friend, but she just now got hold of me.
:: Driveby::
Glad you got in touch with your friend flower. Hmmm… didn’t we come up with a better nickname? I’m old and sometimes I forget stuff ya know. Well, not old like a certain old broad who’s six months and six days older than me mind you. 
Yay! A new My Name Is Earl! Later Y’all!
An update: The xray results came back and my grandpa does not have pneumonia, but if he would have waited much longer to go to the doctor, he would have had it. I don’t understand this, but then, I’ve been crazy busy and unable to look up pneumonia and see exactly how it works. At any rate, he must be in alot of pain because he actually admitted that he was. Basically, I guess he just has to keep taking his meds and rest.
Oh, and I went to the doctor today about my foot. He surprised me and gave me a shot of cortisone. :eek: It hurt really, really bad. So much so that I actually had my parents come pick up me and my car and drive me home. Ok, so I’m a wimp.
Otherwise, I need to get back to work so yays, hugs, and boos to all.
Where to start? We’re a gabby bunch today.
I like Target. I shop there. Their clothes don’t fit me well (why do the tops shrink after one wash? I wash in cold water and dry on permanent press, but I digress), but I love the World Market. I have several of their curtain rods. I do wish they’d turn down the RED that’s everywhere, but overall, it’s a good store. I’ve just noticed at my local Target that it’s getting poor management creep. Things are no longer immaculate and some of the sales staff… should they be allowed to wear their khakis slung low with boxers hanging out? Gah.
Cortison shots–my experience is the day of the shot is pure hell. As in cannot walk hell. The next day is bliss and it keeps that way for awhile.
I made this recipe: garliccheddarchicken which someone posted a ways back. It is delicious, but I think it needs some onions and some sun dried tomatoes.
I had to ride my bike up to the mechanics–about a 3 mile ride. It was effing cold with the wind (I thought it was warmer than it was). I had to do so because Daughter called from the health club. Someone had taken her lock off her locker and replaced it with their own. She couldn’t access her keys etc.
She figures that she didn’t snap her lock hard enough or something, so that whoever could get it off. She had to call security, who kept saying that this lock was “vintage” and that she didn’t want to cut the lock off and “upset some 55 year old lady.” (this pisses me off–so, the 18 year old doesn’t get to get her keys, coat and purse so that some menopausal locker jumper rests easy?).
Anyhoo, now we enter the Twilight Zone. Daughter had to show 4 people the lock. One of them made her try all the locks in the locker room with her combination. :rolleyes: Another one was repeating the vintage mantra. They all saw that Daughter could not unlock the Locker, and that her combo did not open any other locks. They ALL left the locker room, to go get the equipment to cut the lock. Daughter was watching the parking lot to see if a yellow Mini Cooper was about to be driven away. (oh, and she told the security guard that if he saw said car drive off, he should call the police. He replied, “but the person would have to try your keys in every car in the lot”. Barney Fife lives. Her keys have one of those chirp thingies with the logo of Mini on it.)
Ok, so they go back into the locker room, resolved to “destroy this vintage lock”. It’s gone. The locker in question is standing open–with ALL of Daughter’s stuff in it.
:eek:
Weird.
I told her that luckily 4 other people had witnessed what had happened, otherwise no one would have believed her.
rigs just day-umn! I don’t think even hard drugs would make that story make any sense. I’m just glad your daughter and her stuff are ok. Sometimes the amount of stoopid in the world just astounds the mind, don’t it!
Think I’ll go surf the board a bit and then go nighty night.
rigs - the answer is a dimensional portal right where the locker door is. And in the other dimension, the little old lady couldn’t understand why she’d put a key lock on her locker but came back to find a combo lock - and was worried someone was going to drive off in her '87 Escort. - and when she came back with the security team, lo and behold, her lock was open, and her faux leather handbag with the 47 pockets was still there.
Forgot to tell you that she has the ONLY Mini Cooper in the lot as well… I like your theory, rosie. It’s the only one that makes sense. I like the touch re the vinyl purse… Heh.
In some of those pictures, they are standing like Barbie (with the arms just slightly bent, hands near the hips). That’s creepy.
Glad your Grandpa doesn’t have pneumonia Pie
Had my interview today, went okay I thought though I should’ve prepped a bit better. Wasn’t expecting an oral quiz. Blah. The shoes I bought btw? These ones? They’re too big by just enough to make it weird to walk (I’m used to striding, not mincing along) and they bruised the tops of my feet just above my toes! Owie. So I guess they are going back. sighs Maybe I’m just not meant to wear shoes like that if my high arches push my foot up enough to bruise them just by walking.
