Awwwww! Cute! Nice pix.
Ohhh, you deserve such a smack for that one.
Bobio, glad to hear you’re OK. Thanks again for what you do, and thanks to BiblioCat, too!
Nava, what a cute nephew!
Yikes… How many hours did how many newbies did it take to un-bale and extinguish all that hay? Or do you just wish the stuff could have been left to burn up completely?
Nava -you’re a cutie! And so is your nephew.
Still no word from Head Honcho Bus Person (N.O.MBG.). Cake is out of the oven and needs to be frosted. I see the therapist in about an hour. I don’t think I need therapy-this feels like old ground, well trod.
It’s cold out today! It’s like it’s winter or something.
Hey everyone, just a drive-by to let you all know I’m still alive. Roomie is still way sick, so I’ve really been spending my days of freedom taking care of her. Job-hunting will commence tomorrow, but the Grand Home Reorganization of 2007 will probably start today. If I’m home, I might as well make good use of the time, right?
Or maybe I’ll wait till tomorrow, and start after I post my resume and stuff. Depends on whether or not I feel I need a nap. 
I’m back from work, nothing strange to repoert.
Nava, underwear? That was a Babelfish translation of “All your base is belong to us”. Of course I would be doubly worried if your landlord seized all your panties. Nice pic, too.
LiLi, why does a tire place sell vacuums?
taxi, go to Billy Joel. And have Cornish hen, rice, and broccoli for dinner.
Good job, Fireman Vbob! Too bad Webster can’t control his hose with out help.
Oh, I can’t remeber exactly. I know my company was there for about 10 hours, but they ending up going back a couple of times over the next few days for rekindles.
We had to pull them out (the barn was a complete loss), and pull them apart with poles and pitchforks, and then the people with hoses would drench them.
Massive PITA.
I had a farewell luncheon with a couple of sales managers. We go way back, and it was a lot of fun. We got around to talking about the Fortune 100 Best Companies list, which we are back on again, finally. One of them asked, so how do they determine that? Did they interview Our Firm’s employees? The other guy and I laughed for about a minute. Yeah, how did we make it back on the list? No one I know has ever been interviewed by Fortune. We agreed that the Firm must have spent money instead. Maybe the people who were tapped to fill out surveys/do the interviews got nice, fat bonuses? Actually, double-checking the list, I just realized why. Some fancy footwork there. One of the nice things about being private, I suppose, is you can make up any d@*& thing you want, and nobody will call you on it.
I admire all of you firefighter/EMT-types, it’s a tough job. Where I grew up, the all-volunteer fire department spent most of its time hauling idiots up cliffs. Hello, great big enormous signs saying, Do Not Go Beyond This Point, in English, Spanish, and Japanese, with little stick figures tumbling off of cliffs into the ocean, and rogue waves sweeping stick figures into the ocean? Apparently have no actual meaning to some people. Oh, let’s take a picture out past that sign. Hey, look at how those cliffs are jutting straight out over the ocean, they could crumble at any minute. Uh, do you think that’s what we’re standing on? AIEEEEEEE! They saved a lot, and they lost more than a few. Pounding waves + large, sharp rocks + huge undertow = very hard on a human body, even or especially rescue workers. So thanks again for a difficult, sometimes thankless job.
Supper is et. I heated up some of my incredible beef stew and made some cornbread. ACBG came by to eat and snuggle for a bit but he’s gone now. He has a lot of paperwork stuff to do tonight, poor thing.
My premonition of sump’n horrible at work didn’t pan out. It’s probably just waiting for tomorrow.
Have I mentioned I make a dang good beef stew?
And people wonder why I get the willies at seeing our patrons at the Renaissance Faire sitting on straw bales and smoking. If you ever see me at Faire dragging a bale, it’s because it’s smoking and I’m hastily getting it out of the public’s sight before anyone sees smoke and hollers “FIRE” in an enclosed area full of more straw and acres of burlap. Once it’s “backstage” it’ll be scattered and soaked.
It’s pure madness here. I’m sitting not 100 yards from where Mr. Jobs introduced the iPhone yesterday, (yes, my office is that close) and everyone and their geeky little brother is here for Macworld. Every parking garage and lot for blocks around is filled and there’s lines of cars everywhere and the meter maids are even standing in the streets and handing out maps to other parking garages. I’d be there too, but I have to work. At least I take the train, so that leaves a spot for someone else.
DH got some good news today. He’s now a certified Occupancy Specialist or some such title conferred by HUD. Passed the exam on the first time - there are other people at the property management group that have tried it ten times and still don’t get it right. I’m not sure if that means he’s a genius or the other person is a complete idiot. Whichever, we’ll have to celebrate. It’s the law, isn’t it? If you get a certificate that’s suitable for framing and displaying on the wall, you have to get a frame, hang it, and celebrate. Not necessarily in that order. Just have to decide on a celebration - dinner tonight’s already planned.
G’d afternoon - I’m on a coworkers 'puter (she, being higher up the ladder than me, has access where I don’t - we’ve known each other for 25 years so she trusts I won’t look at pron while I’m here) I also don’t have my 'puter-glasses on so reading the longer posts is a little tough - I’ll catch more up when I’m home.
Co-worker has accused me of being, at least, Canadian, because I never watched an Elvis movie (Yvonne DeCarlo’s death triggered that discussion), I’m not crazy about the Three Stooges or Abbott & Costello movies (tho I do like their vaudeville routines) and altho I like Lucille Ball, I don’t like “I Love Lucy” - She told me I’m unamerican, but the fact that I do watch American Idol (at least the first round of auditions) at least keeps me on this continent.
I’ll be back later and I’ll read the stories and look at the pics. 'Ta.
Yay for DH! Actually it’s really good. HUD stuff ain’t fun or easy. Now, as far as celebration goes, I’m sure the two of you can think of sump’n fun. 
Oh, peachy. I just did a search of my IRL name, and it comes up in a couple of quotes in an article that apparently was posted all over the internet this summer. It’s not bad, really, but it ain’t wonderful, either, as a potential job seeker. I thought I was so careful about real life and teh Internets, too. :rolleyes:
The only way I can think of to fix it is to change my knitting blog to be signed with my RL name. Or start another blog to push, to push those results to the back burner. Feh. :smack:
Well, major brain fart this afternoon - I left my purse at work in my locker. I planned to fill my van with gas tomorrow morning, but since my purse/wallet/debit card are at the office, I’ll have to tend to it later in the day.
My daughter just called to tell me about her classes and bemoan the cost of books - $400 so far this semester. At least she wasn’t asking for money, thanks to her new job, so yay.
Tomorrow I should *finally * get my performance appraisal done. So then I’ll find out what kind of money I’ll get this time around. From the meeting I attended this afternoon, I expect I’ll get a bonus check and a small raise - that’s pretty much how they’ll be distributing the pay pool. But that’s fine - I’ll pop the bonus in the bank to cover a loan.
About that hot tub - everyone is invited - you can even get nekkid if you want, but I can’t promise not to giggle…
That’s our swampy … always helpful with the celebration suggestions.
Go see Billy Joel, taxi; he’s supposed to be awesome in concert.
Great pics, Nava. And yay on the internet at home thing, too!
I just looked up Unterseite (this is a pretty good German-English dictionary) and it means under side, bottom side or soffit. I guess you could extrapolate to base, but my sense of the word is really different from that…
Continued hugs, good thoughts and prayers to Taters and Puggy. I think Mindfield did an outstanding job of describing the teenage mindset. All those first-time experiences can be wonderful and surprising, but when they’re the wrong ones at the wrong time it’s impossible to believe that they’re wrong. Don’t know if that makes sense.
I admire your ability and willingness to take all the risks you do, Bobbio (and BibKitty, too, of course). Sounds like it was a major event.
Off to finish polishing up the resume (this is taking FOR JUST EVER).
Back later…
GT
Congrats, Nava, on getting Internet at your place. I know just how annoying it is to try living without it for more than a couple days. And your rain story was cute - thanks for sharing!
Just got out of my Teaching in the Community College class. 3 hours - argh. I usually don’t mind three hour classes when they’re so intense you don’t notice the time passing by, but this course is more practical training, so 3 hours seems like an eternity.
I am starving right now but I told a friend I’d meet her to go watch Rebecca at 7pm. Alas for the hope of food.
You people and your, whatdya call that?..Oh yeah, LIVES.
Some days are just tedious. Today being one of them. It started with me meeting with a [del]screaming banshee[/del] woman driver that had a meltdown on the bus Friday when the kids were, admittedly, out of hand. She took the bus back to the school, which we do sometimes, and the Asst. Principal got on the bus to give the kids the evil eye, calm them down and send them on their way.
After, I got three phone calls - two from parents, one from said AP all telling me about the profanity-laced diatribe she let loose. Apparently, when the AP got on the bus at the school, she greeted him with (you won’t believe me, I know, but even she admitted this) “and who the HELL are you???”, in front of the kids.
When she was told who he is, she immediately started in on him IN FRONT OF THE KIDS, literally screaming at him, asking if he was going to “support” her against the kids.
:rolleyes:
This morning, she came into my office to ask if one kid in particular was going to be “tossed off the bus for the rest of the year, like he should be”.
Heh.
Aaaand, the day went south from there. I have mountains of paper to dig through, I get to spend my morning in the first round of contract negotiations with my driver’s union and I ended up bringing piles of paper home to get through tonight. Oddly, I feel relaxed and peaceful and productive here - the Kid has Unwrapped on the Food Network going, I’m sipping a nice lemonade (adult beverage to follow later) and I have a cat purring on the table here.
Nava - was that wet little girl in the tall house really you?
sweetums - 4 years together, having started so young? that’s really nice! Do you think you’ll eventually get married?
BooFae - can’t says as I’ve ever tasted a quince, but your recipe gives me some ideas - time to go to the likker store
Yay! I’ve been N.O.'d!
taxi & KeithT - Happy Monthiversary
and FTR, taxi, a live Billy Joel concert is FAN-DAM-TASTIC. I saw him at The Meadowlands in Joisey about 15 years ago when he was promoting the Storm Front album. You MUST go, even if it ends up being by yourself. Have you made any office friends yet? Maybe one of them would like to go with you. (but only ask if they’re female - a guy would take the invitation the wrong way)
more {{hugs}} for {{pugs}} and {{pugs’ family}} and also for {{taters}} and the {{tatersclan}}
Bobbio - I’m glad no one on your team (or the other teams) were hurt (or at least not seriously) But I have to tell you, after reading the 5am teaser (and before reading the actual account) I kept thinking “Bacon orgy!”
Nava - Woo AND Hoo! Now you can post more often! Cute nephew! and I must say, NavaMom looks very much like I pictured her.
a great big w00t for Mr Gotti!
MBG - don’t you know, the world revolves around Screaming Banshee Woman? It amazes me that she’s willing to put up with anything but complete silence from the kids, because, you see, children should be seen and not heard :rolleyes:
Thank you, Bob, for what you do. And Bibcat, too.
Nava, you are cute.
Canadian Tire is a sort of hardware chain. They sell almost everything, but mostly tools, appliances, and other manly type stuff. Hunting and fishing gear, bikes, car stuff. They’re big stores, and they’ve been around forever.
Yawn. Sleepy. I’m going to have some water, and get ready for bed.
I Must Have THIS!!!