swampy, unfortunately, our rain is heading from your general direction to rosie’s general direction. And a line of it, full of t-boomers, is about to hit. The light outside is really weird - sorta orange-ish. Another soggy day in southern Merrylande.
**BBBobbio **- which state caught you? Not to be smug, but I’d never get such a ticket - I don’t think my car can *do *70! Guess it’s a good thing I’m driving us to the DopeFest next month.
I think exciting plans for today include organizing the green bedroom. So much crap has been tossed in there, it’s physically impossible to stand in half of the room. Yoiks - am I becoming a hoarder?? :eek: OK, no, it’s just that Scruffy sleeps in there, and otherwise it’s for storage. Sadly, the storage is random and messy. Till today…
Sure would be nice if the breakfast fairy visited. I don’t want to walk *alllllllll *the way into the kitchen - it’s almost THIRTY FEET!!! Almost TEN METERS!!! Cruel, cruel fates… <insert dramatic pose here>
OK, hunger and need for caffeination are about to win. It’s such a burden to be me…
**Mooooom **will know where I got the ticket. It was a couple miles west of Bowling Green, VA, which is the west entrance to Fort A. P. Hill. The road is up-n-down, which makes it tough to maintain a constanst speed; most drivers just got off I-95 where limits are higher, and the entire area is a notorious speed trap 'cuz the cops are gunning for the drunk hot dog soldiers from the fort.
As for me, I just came off the interstate, and had not bothered/remembered to reset my cruise control. He caught me fair and square.
What has me pissed is getting caught, the $136 it will cost me, and having to listen to VWife nag me the rest of the way home. I damn near stopped The Family Truckster to walk the remaining 70 miles home so I wouldn’t have to listen to her.
Funny dream time: I incorporated my music into a dream last night. This one had a bunch of Naval Ossifers singing along to The Arrogant Worms’ “The Last Saskatchewan Pirate”.
ETA: Happy New Year!
Rosie and the rest, just how exactly does the New Year celebration fit in with the Jewish holiday theme of “They tried to kill us, we won, let’s eat!”?
They tried to kill us, we won, we lived to celebrate another year, let’s eat!
See, simple!
So, a co-irker (actually she is not irksome) has knee surgery scheduled for Monday next week. It’s the out patient kind that I can’t spell. Anywho, she’ll be outta commission for a couple weeks at best, so, we’ve been playin’ scramble the schedule so appointments she had made for folks don’t have to be cancelled/postponed. I gotta say, we done good. Everything’s pretty well all sorted out. Go Us!
Bobbio, a speeding ticket for 70/55? Why, that’s barely over 1 mph!
gotti, someone at work has taped a foam pad that’s about 1" thick in the corner of one of the desks to rest one’s wrist while mousing. It makes a hyooge difference!
everyone else, haaaaaaaaaay!
Last couple of weeks haven’t been exactly activity-filled for me, but I did go back to the parents’ house to pick up a new (used) car, which meets all of my operating requirements that the previous didn’t: cruise control and doesn’t make terrifying noises. Thanks, sis!
I’ve also gotten waaay into e-cigarettes, apparently. Over the last two weeks, I’ve spent way more than two cartons of cigarettes (which would last me well over a month) buying gadgets, gizmos, and tons of stuff to start making my own e-cigarette juice. It’ll save me money in the long-term, once I get over the GAS. (gear acquisition syndrome, of course).
Off today, hopefully going to do something productive! (like go back to sleep).
Productive morning so far. I moved a bookshelf and its books from the green room to the blue room. Then I vacuumed the clear area of the green room and assembled a bin/shelf unit. And I started sorting my stash of yarn by colors, among other things.
The wool yarn is staying in its own bag till I decide what to do with it. I don’t want to use it for the donated stuff because acrylic is much easier to care for, especially if you’re homeless. I’m also separating the baby yarns from the rest, and I’ll pass them to my mom so she can pass them to the ladies who make baby things.
I’ve got a bag going with yarn scraps. I’ll join these together randomly and make a patchwork style afghan. Nothing goes to waste.
But at the moment, I’m taking a lunch break after taking a shower break. I was working in my robe and getting all sweaty. Now I’m clean and wearing grubby shorts and a Tshirt. After ingesting my turkey sammich, I’ll get back to my labors. If all goes well, the futon will go back into the sofa position, the various boxes and bags will be in the garage for recycling, and what remains will be tidy.
Yes, some day you, too, can retire and spend your day in such an exciting manner.
Which, in turn, reminds me…
In a recent thread about being friends with someone with zero (0) sense of humor, I mentioned that my coworker/ex-flatmate had, as far as we can tell, no humor. She refuses to accept as valid the existence of words with multiple meanings or items/actions with multiple names, thus killing most wordgames; scatological or religious references are out as well; absurd goes several miles over her head. One of our coworkers kept trying, and trying, and has finally hit upon a kind of humor she understands and does not freak out about, hallellujah!
The sample which worked:
There’s 8 people having an orgy. After a couple of hours, the light goes on, and this guy says “ok, let’s get organized here, I’m the only guy and it’s the third time I take it up the ass.”
We’re having a great time coming up with sex jokes involving no innuendo at all. The least you have to think to understand it, the better.
Dumb bug sang most of the night last night. I don’t know what was more annoying, the bug or the cat pawing frantically at the back door apparently trying to dig his way out to get the bug.
LOL! I googled this to confirm I knew what it meant and this was the first hit!
Hey gang, I’m back to posting for a bit instead of lurking.
I went back to school last year at my advanced age, and I’m both totally stressing out on homework and having the time of my intellectual life. At the moment I’m procrastinating on a short paper on WWI due tomorrow, and finding out what my Español homework is. (I missed today’s class).
Time to get back to Woodrow Wilson and the League of Nations.
Thanks for all the encouraging words on the management stuff. I am actually enjoying it quite a bit. Still trying to figure it all out, but I’ve got good people, and so far it’s going well.
My parents arrive in 24 hours for a weekend visit. I have no idea what I’m going to do to keep them busy. It’ll be nice to see them, but I’m stressing about what to do, what to cook, etc.
Had to sleep in the recliner last night. The cold that has been taking its sweet time took a massive jump forward last night so I couldn’t breath lying down.
Today’s my designated day off from school - first day of my week, nothing pressing to turn in. So, I’m playing with clay.
Hmm, when I looked a second ago, there were only 2 new posts. Now there’s a bunch. Either I or my computer is slow today.
It’ll cost more than $1000 to fix the Jeep and if we sell the Jeep, we wont get anywhere near what my sweetie wants for it. Besides, he really doesn’t want to get rid of the Jeep.
So, the goal is to find an ugly old beater that’s still reliable, for under $1000 but it has to be after November because that’s when I’ll have money. I’m optimistic. I’m friendly with 2 mechanics, both of whom probably have a network of people they can check with. One of them will most likely check out any car before I buy it, which is nice.
But, it’s still stressful to think about because if I can’t fix the transportation, I can’t get to school.
Guess it’s a good thing I’m driving us to the DopeFest next month.
