I’m on deck for Monday, right? It’s all ready, just a little tweaking left.
Well, we had a nice lunch at Chili’s. It was the after part that sucked.
My husband, the professional driver <snerk!>, backed into a stop sign (in the parking lot) and scraped the hell out of the truck, as well as knocking out the rear light fixture thingie. Friday the 13th, right? Crap. It was very hard to see it anyway. Whaddya gonna do? Get it fixed and go on.
The invasion is upon us!!
We let TT#2 host a few of her friends for a Friday Night “party.”
Thankfully, only 5 showed up – but it’s more than enough noise even so. Six 10 and 11 YO lively girls. Oy.
And they seem to be at the stage where some of them (still) like Rap. At full volume. Vey.
We’ve ordered pizzas in a vain attempt to feed the animals. We shall see how that goes down…
Ah, the joys of parenthood.
At least now my older daughter the Metal-head is playing them some better music… 
Envy me… :rolleyes:
**Haze **-- if you start running and getting all in shape and stuff, all the fire hose in chicago won’t stop the fire 
Just sayin’
Hank - Thanks for the encouragement. I’d like to start running, but first I need to get in better shape. That’s probably the worst thing about gaining weight: The more you pack on, the more it saps your strength, and the more your strength is sapped the harder it is to talk yourself into doing something about it, so it becomes a self-perpetuating problem. I’ve let this go on way too long, so I really need to start doing something about it – more than half-hearted stabs and token gestures. I’ve gotta start counting them there calories so I can freak myself out about how all those low-calorie items I’ve been eating really add up to a “holy crap I ate what??” at the end of the day.
Also, packing on pounds seems to throw your body’s temperature regulation out of whack, so you sweat a lot more. A lot more. Well, I do, anyway. (I’m sure you wanted to know that.) I’m hoping that losing the weight will set that part back to right. I hate sweating that doesn’t involve physical exertion or hot, steaming rocks in an enclosed space. Or hot steaming physical exertion in an enclosed space. That’s my favourite. 
Rebo - Backed into a stop sign? Oh, the twisted iron(y).
Definitely Friday the 13th!! This morning I had to put together a presentation using the agency’s new template which is the biggest piece of shite EVAH!! It has some of the strangest bugs I’ve ever seen and whoever made it doesn’t know the least thing about PowerPoint. BAH!
So then, when I’m 98% finished, the building loses power! :eek: Oh, it was saved alright but it’s gotta be done today for a presentation in Vegas on Monday.
Power’s back on but I cannot get to the servers wherein the file is saved. Arrrggghhh. 
Hm. CoffeeThatDoesNotContainHazelOrNutsInIt, darling, have you been mixing medicine with alcohol again?
Okay, so that IS how I designate everyone as my friend. They get “LOUNE” tattooed on their forhead. Dogs and hydrants and all that stuff, I suppose.
So the person I met in my dream wasn’t you but your friend? I assumed it was you. Who else would walk around with LOUNE on their forehead?
Noone, if you keep this up, I’m going to become shamelessly vain.
Mindfield, I think sex burns off a lot of calories. Just saying.
Just talked with my landlord, and he said that I can get a subletter to take over my lease, so I can get my deposit back and the subletter can pay the rent directly to the office. That’s a load off my mind. Now this weekend I need to clean the apartment and get the stupid janitor to come in and fix my kitchen sink and the living room lights before I start advertising for subletters.
“Shameless” sounds good
Finally somebody with good news on this Friday the 13[sup]th[/sup]! Glad this worked out for you.
oh, is it weird dream day again so soon?
New variation on “the bathroom dream”
The one at the office that I usually use is upstairs because it has the tall seat, whereas the downstairs (on my floor) one has a normal (low) height seat that I cannot yet manage. In the dream, when I got on the elevator, there were these three guys, I felt uneasy because they were making comments, so as I walked to the bathroom I pulled a female coworker with me to stand outside and guard the bathroom door (even tho it locks) She said she had to go, too, so we both went inside (it’s a one seater… but there were two, um, units - a normal low seat and a urinal - she sat down on the seat and I looked at the urinal and said the heck with it and went to use the downstairs one. When I got there, the wall had been opened up, the seat moved out to the hall and where it used to be was a cubicle, computer, and rep - so I said “I don;t care. I have to go” and dropped trou in the hall in front of everyone and sat down. Fortunately I woke up before things got messy IRL
I don’t think I’ve ever had a bathroom dream. One of my recurring unpleasant dreams usually involves me losing an article of clothing in public. Often my shoes. For some reason I find this deeply embarassing. I dunno why; I’m not particularly ashamed of my feet.
rosie, I forgot to congratulate you on your successful rehearsal.
What to do for lunch? Plus I have a party to go to today; I may make some cookies to take along, if I can be bothered.
Update!! – another friend showed up to the party. So there are now seven boisterous pre-teens trashing the apartment. Oh joy!
There are about5 slices of pizza left from 4 large (8-slice) pizzas. Granted, they got some help – but still ate about 3 slices each. I don’t know how they all stay thin as rails 
We did ask the parents to pick up their kids at 11 – so a bit over one hour left. We’ll survive the experience.
I guess.
Taking a little break to stretch my fingers - I’m doing the hand stitching to close the cushions, and it’s hard on the hands. And the back. And the eyes. Both long back cushions are done, and the larger seat cushion is almost done. Then I’ll do the shorter seat, then try to figure out the curved back cushion. I was hoping to get the sail cover done, too, but since I haven’t even started the food planning and shopping, I’m thinking it won’t happen before the trip.
Whew. Guess I shoulda worked a littler harder on all of this over the last few weeks. But I really hate doing it. This is the 3rd set of boat cushions I’ve upholstered in this particular fabric and I’m pretty much sick of it. If we should buy another boat one day, it durn well better have decent cushions aboard!!
Back to work. Break over. <sigh>
FCM - you can treat yourself to a little extra ice cream for all the hard work.
I’m takin ga break too, but from migrating users from one file system another. Their server crashed yesterday, so I get to deal with grumpy migrating users instead of resigned-to-the-inevitable migrating users. I might actually go get a beer after work today given the week I’ve been having.
Oh, how I do not envy you, SpecialOne. I lived through those days. I have served my time. Never again.
I’ve had many bathroom dreams, usually some variation of going into a bathroom really needing to go and discovering that it’s so filthy and disgusting I can’t stand it. Then, fortunately, I wake up. They’re obviously some kind of anxiety dream, but I’ve never cared to delve too far into just what they might represent. :eek:
Sounds like folks are having an up-and-down kinda Friday the 13th. Mine has been pretty blah, except that Papa Tigs rushed in to change for therapy, then was sitting at his desk trying to make one of dozens of phone calls he needed to try to make before leaving for therapy, and was so stressed that he lost it when I pointed out to him that his shorts were unzipped. 
Alice and have both decided that if he’s still stressed after therapy (which I certainly hope he’s not), we’ll both just quietly go off to hide somewhere. It’s easier than placating the beast. Anyone wonder why his muscles tightened up so badly they caused a pinched nerve in his neck? :rolleyes:
Back to work. Or something. Mostly today it’s been “something.” But the work doesn’t get done while I goof off, alas.
oh, Tigs, Tigs, Tigs. Never poke the bear.
welby, some nerve tonic after work tonite sounds good to me!
Servers finally came back up and I JUST now finished the presentation. Is it Quit-O-Clock yet?
Urk! Thud. I am tired, sore, and sore and tired. Work went, except for being shorthanded again. I think maybe I’ll call my doc next week. I’d hate to fall apart before vacation.
Vbob, I feel that way about Lucretia a lot.
swampy should enjoy this one. glad you’re doing OK, and congrats on the weight loss. I lost 5lbs. in a month just switching from soda to seltzer.
Special1, my condolences.
welby, I’ll join you.
It’s quit o’clock for me! Later, Cool Ones!
Finally found out what happened with that crime outside my building. It was a stabbing. Two teens knifed. I’ll bet my last dollar it was related to the fight I mentioned last weekend. Unfortunately I have no idea what that fight was about and didn’t get a good look at anyone involved (it was at night in the grassy area around which our four buildings are centered, so from my balcony, there’s not much to see.) I hope they get some leads and catch the kid that did it.
Quit o’clock for me in 20 mintues. It was busier today than I had anticipated, so it’ll be nice to get home and totally chill.
I could use a Corona…
And the big cushions are DONE! Woo and Hoo!!! <flinging confetti with wild and reckless abandon>
And my fambly is home - off to the kitchen go I!!