Today is pizza day, already delivered, and laundry day. I didn’t wake up until almost noon and have been having puter problems. I’m not feeling well either, my stomach seems to be (TMI) rejecting everything I put in it one way or the other.
I think I’m scheduled to look at houses Thorsday, I’m waiting to hear back.
Just heard, now I am getting a different agent. So I have to wait to hear from them. I looked up cleaning up mold in a house and I’m starting to wonder why everybody makes a big deal about the cleanup, unless you have to start ripping out walls and such.
I need to get up and get moving, the laundry can’t wait. I can’t wait to have my own place where I can do laundry when it needs to be done and not have a scheduled day.
Thanks sair! I am feelin’ a lot better. Hope your tummy is feelin’ better soonest. Dindin is in the works. Well, kinda has been throughout the day I guess. The N.O.T. and carrots are in with the beast. In a while I shall cook up some lima beans and bake some rolls. They’re frozen rolls but if’n I have to heat the oven, put the rolls in the oven, and get ‘em out before they burn, it counts as bakin’.
Today I did something daring and rebellious. I had a Facebook chat on my boss’s computer at work! It wasn’t a deliberate act of rebellion so much as something that just sort of happened.
I’ve got so much to do today, so I’d better get to it.
You can help, Rosie.
When Vunderboob goes under the knife, we will need a nurse to do things like blot our fevered brows, hand us hammers and tongs, and mix drinks.
Please don’t mince words with your doctor or her office. If she didn’t screw up then someone on her staff did, and they need to hear about it!
Part of a sucessful surgery and recovery includes confidence in your medical provider. If that isn’t given then the treatment is not sucessful.
And if the Dr thinks she can treat you this way when you are awake, how will she treat you when you are under the knife?
I regret I didn’t get up and walk out prior to a 10 minute endoscopy I had last year after a conversation I had with the anesthesiologist. She pissed me off so bad I am still bothered by it.
I think it’s a Death Panel joke, and I’d like to order up one of those for Missy Prissy. She has decreed that I need to renumber ALL of my drawings because she doesn’t like the way I did it. Her little OCD self has come up with a scheme that has so many dashes in the part numbers, it’s ridiculous.
I didn’t even try to argue - I told her to give me a list of what she wanted and I’d change it all. I wonder of the government knows they’ll be paying for this unnecessary exercise. I don’t care any more. I’m going to finish what needs to be done on this project because I don’t want to leave Bob (N.O.B.) in the lurch, but when I get the main assemblies done, I’m leaving. Her Royal Majestic Pain In The Ass can finish it all herself, cussing me out all she wants. I’ll be gone.
Yeah, I had a great day at the office.
Sketties for supper, and an early bedtime because I could NOT stay asleep last night. I’d forgotten that Chinese food does that to me - is MSG full of caffeine???
{{Bobbio}} Want me to bitchslap the doctor for you? I have experience and references.
I may not be around much for a while. I lost my mind and decided to participate in LJ Idol for the last season. I joined a popularity contest, wtf is wrong with me? Oh yeah, peer pressure. :smack:
Laundry is almost done, bedroom has been vacuumed, trash removed, dog brushed,
head aches but I’m doing it. I’m doing it half-assed but I’m doing it.
It is so nice outside, I have my window opened. That is why dog got good brushing, I prefer to do it outside. His undercoat is coming out and it’s hard not to pull out the little tufts every time I walk by him.
Of course with the nice weather the motorcycles across the street are rumbling, I can’t wait to move.
Greetings MMP gang! I read often, but never seem to get to posting - and now I want to thank you for your recipe blog. From there I got swampbear’sCheese Crisps, which made me the hero of the family party this past weekend. My normally sane BIL was lying to small children to keep them away from the crisps! I was required to send the recipe to all divisions of the family, and made sure to mark them as swampbear crisps
Being of 100% Irish extraction, I could go on at great length about St. Patrick’s Day - instead I will link to a selection of soda bread recipes for anyone who feels like cooking.
Céad míle fáilte agus Beannachtam na Feile Padraig!
