Ok- I got that NOT was “not our taters”
What is NOL?
Not Our Lunch!
Not Our Lunch…
Not Our Lunch.
ETA: Triple simulpost!
By the way, I support Senator O’Llama. It’s about time someone fights for alpaca rights.
Could we have the recipe for that too? I’m really in recipe-request mode this week!
There was a vendor-sponsored golf outing and dinner last night. Two of us from my company aren’t golfers but went to the dinner afterwards. They didn’t want us to feel left out of the goodie-giving so what did they give us, the non-golfers? Golf balls and tees. :rolleyes:
The motivation to do work appears to be missing today. I really want to go home and curl up with a book. How many hours until go-home time? Oh wait, I just got here. :smack:
Is it bad of me to admit that I can’t wait for my mother to go home on Friday? I love her and all, but I love her even more when she’s 5 hrs away.
rigs, I am incredibly jealous of your son. I wanna go to Oz too, dammit! Glad he’s having a good time.
gt, second the motion for that grain salad. I have a giant bag of wheat berries I need to figure out a use for.
I should have guessed. :smack:
Not Our Lunch.
Morning! It’s Thursday which means just one more day before the weekend. I’m sooooo there this week.
Interesting, loune, about your work with Be right back I’m gonna.
Is it quit-o-clock yet?
Tupug
Nope, I am not kidding about the requirements for getting my daughter some sort of ID or a driver’s permit.
I went to the state website, and yup, bringing in her yearbook is acceptable. This proves she was in school here. But, she has to basically have FIVE official/government types of documentation, PLUS our utility bill, PLUS our afadavit. It’s because she’s over 18 AND because of Homeland Security. Frankly, I think it’s fucking assinine.
Well, I suppose I should see if my ad hoc is done spooling. Then I have to call the school district, then I have to call UW, and on and on and on and on.
Hugs and smooches to all.
There’s a blimp flying over! I have no idea why, but it’s cool.
Bleh. Thursday. Thursdays aren’t Friday enough for me.
Kept getting woken up last night by cats in heat. Plural. Two of them, taking turns caterwauling until I roust myself from sleep enough to grab the squirt bottle and spray it in the general direction of the mrrrroooOOOW? Most of the time I just have to shake the bottle. The sound of violent sloshing is usually enough to remind them that their cacophony increases the chance of scattered showers in their immediate vicinity, so they quiet down. Sometimes they risk it though, and I must once again demonstrate my aptitude for spontaneous localized precipitation.
They have short memories when they’re in heat, though, so as a result my sleep was pretty sporadic last night, and my only consolation is that I went to bed early enough that I was still able to pull through feeling only halfway dead this morning.
And of course the phones were relatively quiet (especially for a Thursday) until I decided to start this post. It’s like how if you want it to rain, wash your car. If I want the phones to pick up, I just start posting in the MMP. :rolleyes:
Oh well – broken long weekend this weekend. Saturday and Sunday off as usual, then work Monday, and then Tuesday is Canada day. Feels kinda weird, but a day off is a day off, and I’ll take 'em where I can get 'em. 
Oh, and the Evil Ice Cream Truck is back this year – but with 75% less evil. The Song of Ultimate Annoyance – the one with the snotty “HellOOOO?” between repetitions – has been reduced merely to The Song of Minor Perturbation by the simple removal of said interstitial snottiness and return to the more familiar Plinkety Ice Cream Truck Music. He actually traveled down my work’s driveway when he saw a few of us were out on break, but no one was buying, and I’m almost positive its return trip had an air of dejection about it. In fact, when it got to the end of our driveway and turned to leave, the music was turned off, as if to say, “FINE then. I’ll just shut up, okay? I’ll just shut up and leave and maybe go and kill myself. SOB”
I also just got the oddest fax passed on to me. It’s supposedly a sales lead from a school in northern Ontario looking, I presume, to buy some educational engines. The fax came from one of the engine manufacturers themselves, as apparently this guy called them first. However, the fields (questions the customer is asked) don’t at all match the answers provided for them. To whit (my comments in italic square brackets):
No idea why they want me to follow this one up, 'cos I’m not sales, but whatever.
Anyway, I skimmed, tried to catch up, failed, wept dejectedly, consoled myself with hot buffalo wings-flavoured pretzel bits, and now I must prepare for NOL, which today will be balsamic chicken 'n mashed NOT.
I nope no one else joins the MMP whose name is a common word we use and will subsequently have to replace with another “Not Our…” acronym.
Well… when y’all shower in morning, feel free to use NOI or NOS 
Nitrous Oxide would make my mornings very interesting indeed…
Haha
(Ivory and Soapy, are some of my nicknames around here…)
Great fax there, Mork. You gotta wonder what they’re smoking. And even scarier, what they’re teaching the kids. :eek:
The other day we got our 497th delivery of phone books since we’ve lived here, except this time they were just flung into the middle of the street. Seriously, you could look up the street and see phone books for blocks, none closer than 4-5 feet to the curb. Our mail carrier being a right raving bitch if anything blocks her path to the mailboxes on her route (seriously, I’ve gotten nastygrams from her when the recycling guys empty our bins and then leave them anywhere near the mailbox – never mind that there’s not much other place they can leave them, plus I have NO control over how they do their jobs), I was quite amused at the fury she must have been feeling.
So today I get an automated phone call: Did you get your phone book? After going through their three-question menu, the automated voice, which was supremely disinterested, thanked me and gave me a phone number for comments, rattled off just one time very quickly and then there was a click! goodbye. I managed to retain the number long enough to write it down, however, and called to point out the flaws in their delivery process – so what message did I get when the call was answered?
“I’m sorry, but this mailbox is full.”
Hee! So I think I may call Evil Telephone Company customer service and tell THEM all the flaws in their phone book delivery system. Not least of which is the vast acreage of forests they destroy to print them every other week, it seems like. :rolleyes:
quick note before I run off again
Bobbio - yes. And yours is going out today.
Seriously? I don’t know – it’s not one of the states I recognize immediately as being either “Red,” “Blue,” or “Battleground.” How has Michigan gone (and by what margin) in the past few elections?
**Ivory **-- so, you’re saying I should give you some thought during my shower?
**Nava **-- I really should go donate (last time I was drained was 6 months ago). Thanks for reminding me!
He doesn’t win without Michigan.