One welbybrat down, one to go. The girly girl graduated last night during a surprsingly quick ceremony given the fact that there were 700 grads. Then somehow I got conned into both taking her to and picking her up from the all night grad party. I got somthing like 4 hours sleep last night. It’s okay, though, I’ve got a couple of meetings today.
The boy graduates tonight. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeha!
VBob the house looks great. I just hope your cyberstalker doesn’t lurk the MMP.
Taters our grass sucks too. The lawn was pretty much neglected for 3 years - it was just cut for all that time, nothing else. In the fall, we plan to rip out all of the front and some of the side and back and replant. And I know exactly what you mean by shoddy developer soil. In our area, the developers tend to strip off all of the top soil except for a half inch or so, and sell what they take to home improvement stores. So if’n we dirt, we have to go buy it in bags. I gotta get me a pick’em up truck so I can get a lot of dirt cheaperly.
Is it time to go home yet?
So, I car-pooled today, and it wasn’t so bad. Although I could have done without quite so much talking. I know I’m sensitive right now because I’m overexposed with this particular person–training all day and then in the car … too much. I said I couldn’t do the car-pool on Monday because I’d be getting home from Maine late Sunday night and there’s every possibility I would forget her Monday, so I didn’t want to take the chance. That’s honesty for ya.
Today’s going to take forever. It always does when I’ve got something to do for the weekend.
Bobbio, great house. Love the lawn. Glad I’m not the one mowing it. Do you know I’ve never mowed a lawn in my life? It was always my older brother’s job, and then by the time he went to college my parents were willing to spend the cash on landscapers. 
Never had to shovel snow until I moved out, either.
er, thanks for sharing. :dubious: 
yawn
Some bigwigs may or may not be coming today. Other than that, I am alone.
That is really annoying, though. I don’t know if I should be looking busy or am able to slack off. I wish people would confirm these things.
sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy!
How many engineers do we have in this crowd, anyway?? I must be thinking of one of our Departed … and I can’t even remember his name. :smack: Was it something like Engineerd?
Bobbio – wow, it looks great! Except for all the heads. What a flat patch of land! And the outbuildings are either wonderful or horrible, aren’t they?
Regarding back yards – I think I’ve mentioned this before. We have a really teeny back yard, but it’s OK since we back up to a very large green space. So the challenge is to incorporate this green space into our back yard landscaping, without, you know, actually incorporating green space. (We, and several other neighbors, however, do mow the areas behind our houses when the mowers are pokey about getting the job done.) But it’s a project for When The Baby Gets Older.
FCM – Pottery question for you. I have never thrown a pot, but I do have a kiln in my possession and it looks like something that, at least theoretically, I could do. Sometime in the future (See WTBGO above.) So I asked the hubster about the cost of pottery wheels, which he apparently investigated with the original owner of the kiln who shall remain nameless, and he says they’re $1,000 to $2,500. :eek: Seems so steep for something that’s essessentially fairly simple and uncomplicated! (To me anyway.) So that got me to wondering about the trade in used wheels. Is there such a thing? Maybe from schools? What did you do to get yours? Buy new? Or investigate used? Is this even a realistic thought.
Well, anyway, so much for my hobbies of the future. I’ve still got young’uns to raise. There’s still plenty of time to plan my red-hat-old-ladyhood.
You had to be there, they were squirming like they were being attacked by itchy-bugs and trying to cover their faces with pillows.
Yay for the welby-kits!!
Part of Prairiefest around here every year is the DCI show at the high school on Friday night. If you’re into DCI, it’s a good show, if early in the season. Cavaliers, Glassmen, Southwind…some others I can’t recall off the top of my head. Right now, the Cavaliers are doing morning calesthenics outside my window, later they’ll walk through their show, and early afternoon, they do a few full run-throughs. I’ll try and get out there with the camera, I like going out and watching that.
this is my last post for the day - (probably - I may sneak in later briefly)
I’m leaving work early to go get prettied up for tonight’s event (my chorus’ chinese auction) It’s looking like a very successful night - we should be raising some very nice fundage.
We had “graduation” for the new members that started coming in May - there were 8 last night - and there may be a few stragglers filtering in over the next few weeks. Now they’re all gearing up to learning the music and passing their auditions. It’s very exciting for us because it means we go in to next years’ competition with a bigger sound.
btw - if no one else wants it - I’ll take next week - I have nothing fabulous to talk about but I think I can come up with an entertaining story or two
Hey, I remember doing exactly that when confronted by something that made me squeamish.
Heck, I still do it.
Slack off. If you need lessons in appearing busy, I am the master.
There was a silverfish in the stairwell last night. I shudder to think how I might have reacted if it had actually been inside my house.
Silverfish and centipedes. We have a deal in my house - I kill/remove the spiders, because he hates them, and I run screaming from the centipedes while he kills them. I even hate the smear they make if you’re not careful…legs everywhere. shudders
But I like caterpillars. Go figure. They’re cute and fuzzy.
MBG, I’m going to space my out in periods of slacking off, so I can prepare for the long afternoon of slacking off.
Fridays are great. I love Fridays. Who doesn’t? But they always make me paranoid. See, Fridays are jeans days. And I’m always worried as I drive to work that it’s not really Friday, it’s Thursday, and I’m going to be the only person at work in jeans. Someone needs to put up a big sign or something saying FRIDAY!
bobbio, that’s some spread! Loads of possibilities! I’d recommend you make it part of your agreement that the seller halls off ALL the junk that’s probably lurking in those outbuildings. You could probably cook an ox on that future bonfire.
Although Mr. Anachi has always maintained the lawn and gardens like a pro, it’s obvious in the backyard that it once contained many trees that were cut down but just covered with the bare minimum of top soil. How do we know this? Well we uncovered some stumps early on when we removed sod to plant a garden. Recently we’ve noticed rather large holes where old stumps have started to decay and sink.
Did I miss something or are we still looking for an OP for next week?
What should I have for dinner for tonite’s no cook/cheat night?
Tupug (Off to get some cappuccino)
Yeah, who’s OPing for Monday? I’m not, I have the day off.
I can kill my own bugs when I have need to–I lived alone for long enough that it became a necessary skill. But our deal now is that Roomie kills bugs and I clean up cat puke.
Nevermind. :rolleyes:
All in favor or **rosie doing Monday say AYE!
**AYE!! **
Not in favor?
::crickets::
::raises hand:: Me! Me! I’m an engineer. Or I was one anyway. It’s what my degrees are in. I’m not actually really doing engineering work, but I still sorta qualify.
I have killed centipedes. But it’s a dubious process.
Me: “Eek! a centipede!” :tries to chase it with a slipper without actually getting close to it. Centipede naturally runs away as fast as its disgustingly long legs can take it. (Which is really fast I tell you). Chase ensues. Slipper makes contact with wall, with back of sofa, knocks scroll off wall. Centipede advances toward slipper-bearer. Slipper-bearers hairs all stand on end and she shudders and retreats the way she came. Centipede stops. Slipper-bearer advances forward again, with caution. Centipede books toward slipper-bearer. Slipper-bearer screams and with the force of all her pent up chi, smashes the centipede all over the wall.
slipper-bearer spends next 10 minutes cleaning centipede innards off wall, shuddering and grossed-out the whole time. And picks up scroll. And convinced one of the legs is twitching.:
After all this time, the SO has come to the conclusion that it pays for him to stalk the little bastards and kill them.
If you want to cook for no-cook night, Tupug, how about my pumpkin waffles??
Otherwise, I suggest barbecue. We had some last night for our Thursday Night No Cook night. It was frozen; all I had to do was toast some buns.
Speaking of not doing what you went to school for, taxi this is sort of a whopper to me. There is a young woman doing volunteer work here for us several days a week. Yesterday I found out she is a DENTIST. She went to school. Has her DDM. But … hm, doesn’t want to be a dentist. So, here she is volunteering. Gah!
