Taters I thought we weren’t going to mention the red elephant gstring underwear after that little errr… ummm… unfortunate occurance.
Alrighty, just had me some nice and tender ribs. mmmmm MMMMM! Those were some good ribs. T’others was drinkin’ beers and margaritas and sech but Ah never tetches a drop afore six in ta evenin’ speshly when ah’m drivin’ mah vehickle.
Okay, enough already. :rolleyes: I’m prolly just gonna tool around the boards until 3:00 cause I’m not in working mode. A nap would be good but might be a firing offense. Well, at least a write-up in my permanent record. I’m sleepy cause of the meal but also because dog #2 decided she needed to poo at 3:00 a.m. and it took a while to get back to sleep.
HAPPY CANADA DAY, LISSLA!!! It looks like we’re gonna have a rainy holiday weekend here. Oh, well, as long as it doesn’t rain during my beach vacation coming up.
Happy 4th of July everyone, if I don’t talk to ya before then!
Tupug
Yay, Canada! White for snow, and red for Communism!
Attacks Things Randomly Husband actually got to use that line on his girlfriend. She asked what the symbolism of our flag was, and he thought, ‘she’s gonna kill me, but this is the only time I’ll have a chance to use this’.
So he explained that the maple leaf has been a Canadian symbol at least as far back as WWI, and that white was for snow. And then he paused, and she said, ‘So what’s the red for?’
‘Communism!’
‘Really?’
‘Oh, yeah. Canada became Communist back in the Seventies.’
She believed him for about one second, and then he got screeched at for pulling her leg. I should remind her that Canada is communist when I drop off the jam-making supplies before work.
Maybe I should sing patriotic songs at work. I think I only know two, unless ‘Land of the Silver Birch’ counts. Maybe I can piece it out with Christmas carols. I know lots of those. I bet the guy I’m working with would be up for Christmas carols.
Home early again - the big boss gave us 59 minutes, which means we got to leave early and not use any vacation time. So yay!
I’m trying to get up the ooomph to go mow the yard, but I’m not feelin’ much like it. It’s hot and humid out there, and even tho I’ll be on the riding mower, it doesn’t appeal. But I will. Because I’m dedicated, and because I want a free weekend.
I should trade my dog in on a goat - then I won’t have to mow…
I was given 59 minutes yesterday, but I didn’t use it. I hate having stuff hang over my head, so I stayed 30 minutes past my regular time to try and work out some issues. When the boss came in to give me 59 minutes he asked if I was working today. I told him that I was coming in. Since today is a DONSA (Day of Non-Scheduled Activity) or training holiday, there is a liberal leave policy in effect. At any rate, the boss told me to shoot him an e-mail if I decide to leave early today. I’m thinking I’ll probably head home in a couple of hours.
Oh, I received a summons for jury duty. I’ve served on jury duty three times now. I don’t know why I always get called up. Usually, I don’t mind it, in fact, I find it interesting. I’ve never shirked my civic duty, and have always reported at the appointed time. However, this time my summons would have fallen during my planned two week vacation. The vacation I put in for way back in January. I’m NOT using my vacation to serve on jury duty. Fortunately, I was able to go on-line and defer or delay it until October. My boss won’t be thrilled, but such is life.
I’m hoping we get sent home early too. One of the Big Bosses is here - one of the Nice Ones, so I’m REALLY hoping that the five or so of us that are left get sent home early.
merrily, we didn’t have to split the dog after all because Solomon came along and decided it must be our dog because nobody in their right mind would claim him if he wasn’t theirs so we didn’t have to split him. The tree, on the other paw, is still all splitted up and things. there was bark and wood shrapnel everywhere for quite some time after that lightning strike, though.
LIssla, I have got to tell DogDad about the flag colors. He’ll love it, being an ex-Canadian and all.
Anyone Who Lives Anywhere Near Deeeetroy-yit or Windsor:
Any idea why the “Freedom Fest” fireworks took place on a Wednesday night two days before the FF started? What’s up with that?
Speaking of fireworks, did y’all know it’s now legal to buy sparklers in Jawja? There are great big whompin’ displays of sparklers in all the stores. Even the grocery stores. Ain’t that great? Just think I can run to the store for a loaf of bread and some sparklers now. I bought some. I’ve never bought sparklers or any other kind of fireworks before. I did just cause I could. I may never light em, but I gots em if I want to. ACBG said I couldn’t bring em to his house. “Set your own yard on fire,” he said. I said, “If I wanted to set my yard on fire, I’d just set up the outdoor cooker, fill it too full of oil and let it heat up to 400 degrees and splatter. That’d make a much better yard fire than a lil’ ol’ sparkler.” “Sometimes you really scare me,” he said. 
I think I’ll light up a sparkler this weekend and chase him around the yard.
Well, that was easy. I walked the front yard and it truly wasn’t long enough to warrant mowing. It’s been pretty dry of late, so most of it didn’t grow in the last 2 weeks. The clover in the back, tho, was a tad more hardy, so I just mowed the back. I think it might have taken 15 or 20 minutes, and that included getting the mower out and locking it back up. I do need to mow the ditch, but since that chore requires a push mower and I’m in no mood to push right now, I’ll do it in the morning when it’s a bit cooler.
Sweetie got home, changed, and headed to the boat to replace the heat exchanger. If all goes well, we’ll go boating some time this weekend. Yay.
So now I’m in airconditioned comfort, surfing and gaming and stuff. Life is good!
That’s kinda scary–I’m pretty sure we’re different people, 'cause I’m a girl (at least, I was last time I checked!) Maybe we’re twins, and we got separated at birth. So there’s someone else out there who’s as snarky as I am. What a strange world this is!
Sparklers are fun! We used to light 'em up and shoot them out of BB guns. Then they’re like almost-real fireworks. The only not-fun part is you have to run out and pick up the wire thingys while they’re still glowing, so you can see where they are. If you leave them in the yard, Dad gets kinda mad when he goes to mow, and he’s mowing over lots of little wire thingys.
I should go get some sparklers for this weekend.
Agh. I want to go swimming! Or at least to go home. <whiiiiiinnnnnneeeeee>
Oh well. Quittin’ time is coming soon. DogDad just let me know that he Disposed Of some very old fuerwerken that we found when we cleaned out the garage earlier this year. He took 'em to the Police Station, and they said they’d give 'em to the Fire Department to dispose of them. Heh. 'Slong as they don’t hurt themselves - old Roman Candles do not work properly, going off right over your head and stuff instead of shooting off like they’re supposed to.
Not that I’d have any way of knowing that, of course. No, not at all. <Whistles innocently>
Ah! The Boss has said “go home”. Whither he sayeth, I goeth, or something. Hooray!
Happy Canada Day. I don’t think I’ll be drinking any in celebration today, though. I had too many last night.
I’ve had all of two phone calls today from customers. What a waste of a day. I could have stayed home and slept. But I did get to read the whole Catharsis online comic. Pretty funny stuff.
I’m home now Yay! Actually I’ve been home for almost 45 minutes now. I’m waitin’ on ACBG. We’re going to go meet some friends for dinner at the good seafood place. Then, we gotta go to the store cause we gotta buy a couple of watermelons. Did I mention there’s a doins at the swampcave tomorrow afternoon? A friend just graduated with a master’s in computer science or some kinda geek thing like that. So, he’s being feted with a bash tomorrow afternoon. We’re gonna do burgers and dogs and stuff like that. Hopefully we will be hangin’ round the pool provided the weather cooperates. 40% chance of thunderstorms. GRRRRR! Anyways it’ll be fun. Sunday and Monday I intends to purty much plant my butt in my floaty chair and drink beer as much as possible. Sounds like a fun weekend to me!
Y’all have a great Canada Day/Independence Day!
P.S. Lissla I toasted Canada and you a little bit ago. Did ya hear it?
Why, thank you kindly for noticin’. I just didn’t feel right with my hair all flat like that.
That’s just what I said to her, myself. She’s always been so clever with her hands, and she shore don’t stint none on the Aqua Net. I said to her, “If Ida can get a cosmetologist degree through the mail, I KNOW you can, 'cuz you got about twice as many brains as she does, Lord bless her.” Ida’d give you the shirt off her back, but that silo ain’t completely full up, if you know what I mean. I mean, I tell her every time I’m in there that my hair just won’t hold up if you don’t use a whole can of Aqua Net right in the beginning.
I saw the Gonzales’s down at the Piggley Wiggley during the okra stampede. I usually plant my own, but y’all remember when Billy Bob ran his truck off the road last September? Seems he and Billy Joe were coming back from the Feed & Seed when they dropped one a them rooster collars under Billy Bob’s feet. So, Billy Joe puts his head down in Billy Bob’s lap looking for it, and Billy Bob done run clear off the road and tore up my garden patch something fierce 'cause of all that rain we had. He promised to rototill it for me this spring if I wouldn’t mention to the sheriff about how he wasn’t wearing any pants, but then he put his back out building some sort of work out room in his basement and the tilling never got done. I told him if he wanted to work up a sweat, he could do it tilling my garden. He said his tiller was broke. I said, “I’ve still got an old collar and traces from when my daddy had mules, and I am more than willing to get behind and drive”, so maybe we can still get something worked out.
**Ashes[sup]2[/sup], ** I’m glad to hear Aunt Thedadelle is doing better, and you’re welcome about the pie. If you bring the pie plate to church, I’ll just pick it up from you there. You tell Thedadelle that I heard that Bubba’s new store is selling women’s foundation garments as well as all that other stuff; the Gonzales’s mentioned they’d picked up a new corset during the grand opening and they are very happy with it. They said the young man doing the fitting was so kind and helpful, and very careful when taking their measurements. They said he measured both of them several times to make sure he had it right. Although I have to say, I’m not sure why he was measuring their inseams for a corset.
Winnie maybe they was buyin’ one of them long corsets, you know, the kind that come down to the thigh? I’d think there’d be a need for some measurin’ round and down the thigh to make sure it was wide and long enough, right? I know when he was a’ measurin’ me for that pair of leather chaps (I know they ain’t got no butt in em but they look good over a pair of jeans) he really had to measure a lot around my behind. Why, he prodded and felt and poked for a good hour before he was satisfied thangs was jist right. He’d jist thorough is all. Why, he thought my boots was a little dirty so he jist got right down thar and licked em clean. Now that’s service! He also showed me how I could get me some use outta one of them rooster collars too. He’s such a clever young thang! I don’t know what the preacher was buyin’ that he needed measurin’ for, but he was all smiles when he came outta that back room! Said he’d be back next week for another fittin’. Must be a new tailor made suit bein’ as the preacher’s needin’ extra fittin’s and all, you reckin? You know, if’n Ashes[sup]2[/sup] was to go on that thar internet (I hear tell they got one down to the liberry now) I bet she could get her beautician’s license in jist no time atall! Preacher said he got his divinity degree in about 15 minutes usin’ it. That’s a lot of larnin’ in a real short time but I reckin it paid off cause he can shore preach up a storm! Course we all know it’d probably take at least an hour to learn all them beauty school secrets cause there’s a lot more to beauticianin’ than there is to preachin’ after all.
The thread within the thread is fascinating. It’s kind of Extreme Southern Short Story - With Hijacks.
So here’s my hijack: Imagine my disappointment when I came home last night, thinking I’d be able to get another couple hours of work in and find: only 2 lights blinking on the cable modem. (There are supposed to be 4.) At first I thought the thunderstorm had fried stuff, but all other electrical appliances were perfectly fine. Computer was all happy, but no amount of friendly (or hostile) persuasion could coerce things into connecting to the Internet. This is, of course, an unnatural state of affairs. How would I read the continuing saga of the Gonzales family and Aunt ThedaDelle and Uncle Hollis (blessalltheireverlovinsouls)? How would I know what the weather was going to be? How would I send e-mail? :eek:
Talked to the nice tech lady and she suggested that I stop by my cable company’s customer service office after work today and trade my modem in (they’re open till 7). She also made a service call appointment for Tuesday, in case that didn’t work. Stopped in this afternoon, waited approximately 30 seconds, nice customer service guy checked the old modem in, checked the new one out, I signed a receipt and 10 minutes later I was up and running again (and have now cancelled my service call appointment). My little world is back to normal - or as normal as it’s going to get. Yay!!!
Downtown fireworks are tonight (I get to walk down the hill to watch). Suburban ones are mostly Monday night (I’ll probably walk around the corner to watch those).
Haven’t really had dinner, so I’m pondering the options. I’m thinking pizza and salad…
Happy holiday weekend!
GT
The kids and I had Quiznos tonight for dinner. Mr. Taters and I are going to see War of the Worlds in a bit.
I guess we’re going to get us a whole passel of fireworks. My friend and neighbor is renting his old house to someone who works at a stand and we’ve sort of got an “in”. It ought to be interesting. We usually have quite spectacular fireworks show going on in our little cul-de-sac. We like big mortars that go into the sky and put on pretty shapes and lights and stuff. While the show is always fun, I hate the clean-up part. We get everything all ship-shape though and then haul all the crap from the show to the dump.
I didn’t get anything accomplished even though I came home early. The daughter wanted the pictures from her digital camera uploaded to the computer, but I couldn’t get it to work. Her camera has one of those little xD cards and my HP printer won’t take that sort of media card. So, I tried plugging her camera in to the computer, but it still wouldn’t work. Next, I tried the second computer. Same thing. I ended up going down to Best Buy and purchasing a media card reader for her media card, plugged it in, and whammo, bammo, the pictures were there. She took some very good pictures.
Well, I better see when the hubby wants to go see the movie.
Forgot to say “Happy Canada Day!” Lissla. The fireworks were fun to watch. I smiled my way back up the hill.
GT
I sang Christmas carols at work. It was really, really, busy, and I’m starting to get twitchy from too many people. Because of that crankiness, I’m going to have a nice glass of something, and then go to bed. Tomorrow is a big jam-making day and all. Thanks for the Canada Day salutations.
Yeah, the three-handed Southern Story is fascinating. It is three, isn’t it? [n]Wintermute**, Ashes, and swampy.
You have all of these fun plans, and I have to work saturday, sunday, and monday.
Jeez.
Also meant to add that I’ve lived in the South my entire life, and read Huckleberry Finn TWICE, and some of this story takes me multiple reads to figger out.