I figgered as much. I never thought Sears had a Kenmore factory out back.
Really, the only complaint I have about my new laundry pair has nothing to do with the appliances. We installed the dryer vent near the ground, so we put a rodent grate across the end as insurance. Unfortunately, it tends to accumulate lint, so I have to remember to clean it weekly. No biggie now, but I can just see me going out there in the winter, digging down through the snow to the vent… :eek:
I’m at work. I don’t want to be here, but being the dedicated professional and all that, I’m here.
Can I go home now??
swampy, I sure hope your friends quit dying. Otherwise, I’ll have to stop being your friend. Nothing personal, mind you… (OK, weak humor. I am sorry you’re having such a sad week.)
One of the perks of working here is a kitchen. I like that. See, last night I made the N.O.T. (just never gets old!) salad and got the chicken 'n dressing all ready except for the baking. It’ll bake this morning so it can be already to deliver at lunchtime. I know others will be making stuff in the kitchen this morning, but I called dibs on the oven before I left work yesterday. Do we really act like that around here, you ask? Why, yes, we do! I also have all the ingredients for giblet gravy but I won’t be making it, cause there’s somebody I trust to make a decent gravy who said she’d do it cause I got some pesky little work things to get done.
So, both funerals are scheduled at the same time tomorrow. Obviously I have to choose, so it’ll be Bob and Judy’s graveside service because their deaths are the ones that hit close to home.
Oh, btw, none of you are allowed to die anytime soon. I’ve had quite enough of that lately, so it is just not allowed.
and because I’m a bad girl and haven’t really been reading, appropriate noises to everyone else.
I’ve had insomnia all week, and slept all day yesterday and will probably sleep most of today, too. It’s times like this I wish I could work from home.
Hello, everyone. This will be another day of MMP drive-by posts for me, too.
Swampy, when you go funeralizing, be sure to have some tall tales to tell about the deceased (plural). The best part of a bad day is when everyone gathers afterwards to eat and tell tall tales. I just want you to be prepared…
Gah. I’m at work for the next four hours or so. Because if I were home, I’d be driving my roommate crazy.
This morning, I got two e-mails, from both my parents, who apparently had some time to kill in the Frankfort airport while waiting for their flight home after their tour of Russia. (They’ll be arriving at Newark Airport approximately the same time I’ll be leaving my house to go to Newark Airport this afternoon.) Mom seems to think that I’m going to be so blitzed I’ll happily wander off with a serial killer. I said a) I’m not that stupid, no matter how messed up I am, and b) that’s why Roomie’s there–to take care of me.
Okay, here I go. Pretend to work for four hours. Yeah.
I’ve only been to three funerals since I’ve lived in Florida. Not one of them was the good old-fashioned sit-around-eat-drink-and-tell-tales type of funeral. Very sad.
I’m sitting here looking at an absentee ballot request form that Imma gonna mail and then I get to vote from home for the whole year! I like absentee ballots cause they let me peruse at my leisure.
I am thinkin Quizno’s Smoked Turkey on Rosemary Parmesan Bread for cheat night victuals tonight. Mmmmmmm, toasted Rosemary Parmesan Bread.
Nikita (the cat) got on the dining room table (where she’s not supposed to be) last night and after ignorning me when I said “Get down!” I threw a little thingamabob in her general direction. Now, when I’m actually trying to hit something, I have absolutely no aim. However, when I’m just trying to throw something in a general direction, I have perfect aim, and I hit poor Niki on the butt. She was so surprised that she LEAPED in the air and executed an impressive midair half turn. Unfortunately, when she came down, only her front paws hit the table, and after flailing for a second, she slid off and onto the floor.
I could *not * stop laughing. I think the insult to her dignity was much worse than the actual fall and she stalked off and wouldn’t talk to me for a while. I felt bad, but her expression as she slid off the table was just so funny! Poor kitty.
I haven’t been here that long, and I’ve got a small number of threads I started too. Mostly MMPs, and some stuff in CS about Gilmore Girls and The West Wing.
One of the owners here just floated the idea of me going out to San Diego in a few weeks to help get that office straightened out after the rash of firings and resignations. All I can say to that is "Hi Scout!"
Drae that movie is full of great quotes. Kasdan gave most of them to Jeff Goldblum, too, it seems.
“I slept like a baby. Even wet the bed.”
taxi78cab, you’ll be lucky if you get any kitty kisses for a while - they hate it when they get caught being undignified.
I had the weirdest dream last night. I was having a relationship with Leonard Nimoy. Not the young “Spock”, the older Nimoy. He was a good kisser, too.
Swampy, I think Southern after-the-funeral gatherings are where the term “comfort food” came from. Here’s another hug from me and the furbabies.
Drae, have fun!
I’m off to get ready for lunch with my librarian friend.
I received some not so great news yesterday. My mother is currently in surgery AGAIN.
Seems the pathologist’s report showed more cancer. So, she’s in surgery right now having ALL of her nodes removed and more breast tissue.
I feel like a shit because I can’t be there. My boss is gone; all the other department chiefs are gone, and I HAVE to be here for a net meeting. Chee-rist.
Hopefully, all will go well.
Well, I need to find out how to log in to this STOOPIT meeting.
I haven’t watched it in ages. I loved that movie even before I really understood what it was about. I also think it’s where I get my love of the Ensemble Cast.
I was having no problem with this until the “good kisser” part. Now I’m mildly disgusted.
Taters, good luck and hugs to you and your family. Keep us posted.
Off to run errands and then come back and write a reading summary for school. Work this weekend-ugh.
Creepy Neighbor Guy got on my nerves this morning. See, we aren’t quite sure when the bus comes for #2 son. We thought 8:25. At 8:20, a bus went by (no buses went by prior to our bus yesterday). So, we thought we missed it. I tried to run out there and hale it, but when they don’t stop, they go about 40 miles an hour (it seems–god knows they trundle along all the other times).
I turn to #2 son and say, well, that’s that. CNG calls out (he is always sitting on the tailgate of his pick-up, parked in the garage, door open, smoking. Always. He is 50 years old.), "does he need a ride to school?’
I looked at him and said, “no.”
He says, “but I thought he missed the bus.”
I say, “he did.”
Why would I have CNG give #2 son a ride to school, when I am home and 5 feet from my Volvo? <mutters creepy neighbor guy under her breath). He sits and watches us constantly. yuck.
Irony: on the way back from taking #2 son, guess what comes out of my street? #2 son’s bus! I passed it on my way back home… :rolleyes:
Taters, good thoughts headed your mom’s way. And I hope you can get out of work soon and go be with her. A job is a job, but she’s your MOM!
Drae, have a stupendously fun time on your vacation!
Swampy, thanks for the “no more dying” order. Because I’m not ready to go yet. My house is a mess. (My mom always says that she can’t die till she cleans out her desk; and since she hasn’t even tried to clean it in the past ten years, she should be safe for some time yet!)
I’ve had a very quiet morning, just doing a little bit of work and a lot of hanging out here and there online. I guess it really is time to do something productive. Although I did manage to built myself into cleaning both bathrooms yesterday, and vacuuming the day before that, so I’m making progress. I think today’s cleaning will be working on my office, which has a tendency to accumulate stuff faster than I can blink. It’s ridiculous. I don’t even know where it all comes from; maybe it just appears out of that spacewarp, you know, the fold in the space-time continuum where single socks and lost keys live?
Taters good thoughts and prayers headed out to TatersMom. Here’s hoping they can get it all.
Snakes, ummmm… Leonard Nimoy… kissing… :eek:
The chicken ‘n dressin’ is done. Smells wunnerful! All the other food (there’s a ton of it, we’re all good southerners) is about ready and the food delivering committee will take it over shortly. There’s more than enough stuff to keep ‘em well fed all day. Tomorrow, after the service, it’ll be deli stuff. It’s appropriate bein’ as both of 'em loved good deli stuff. There will be a cooler of ice cold beer there as well. It’s being ummm… donated “anonymously”.
When VWife’s biofather died, he had a couple of cases of beer laying around, what with being a lush and everything. We iced them down and put them out at his after funeralizing party with a homemade sign: “Have one more beer on Al”.
When we committed his ashes to the bottom of the Louisiana bayou, several guys poured beer into the water for him to have.
I think I want a dignified church-going funeral, and a kegger for my real sendoff.
I also have all the ingredients for giblet gravy but I won’t be making it, cause there’s somebody I trust to make a decent gravy who said she’d do it cause I got some pesky little work things to get done.
