Dairy Wars - A Milky Morning Post

Well, hubby did come home in a slightly better mood. He chatted with his boss and found out, as I had already mentioned, that it was just company policy at work and not a hit on him, per se. His boss knew there was know way my hubby could have done what he was supposedly called in for.

The hubby was slightly frustrated however, because a trip to Everett and back took him FIVE hours instead of the usual two. Why? Because the I-90 floating bridge was closed due to the Blue Angels flying overhead for SeaFair. He said I-5 was just a huge parking lot.

He is currently napping in the other computer chair. It is quite entertaining to watch his head loll around in circles as he’s sleeping upright. Yup, there it goes again…drooping, drooping, drooping to side, snap back upright; drooping drooping, drooping forward; snap back upright. I’m sitting here giggling at him.

Hah! There went his hand! It banged on the keyboard slide, but he yanked it back up under his chin…annnnnnnd, the head is drooping backwards now. Soon, it’ll flop forwards.

You know something cb? Underwear for men is stupidly expensive. Thirteen dollars for two pair of boxer briefs. Puh-leaaase! I pay less for my women’s Jockey underwear.

Look. I leave you people alone for a few days and you get into discussions of porn and “hard” drive space?

Hey, I’m back, all strategically planned, and goal-aligned and everything. :wink:

First: No WAY I’m catching up on anything here, there’s too much to read.

Second: Now I have to get to “work” doing the stuff I neglected for three days. :frowning:

But first, I make dinner. Pasta, Eye-talian sausage and salad.

And the house is OPEN!!! First day in as long as I can remember the A/C’s been off. So that’s what outside smells like huh?

Sheesh, I didn’t want everyone to think I was a freak! Like chaoticbear. :wink:
MBG, there’s pictures of my new place, if you do feel like looking for those. Empty, though.

Hahahaha, again. But we like freaks! They’re fun, and they always have good stories that make you go like this: :eek:

“You’re going to have run that part with the rubber chicken, the hardcover of War and Peace, and the spatula by me again.”

I did look, and even wrote a reply, but I got booted from Firefox this mornng. We had our computers in the retreat ttoday - but the internet connection was fuzzy until someone fixed it.

So, here’s the plan, since I know you’re all wondering.

Tomorrow, FCD, Bernie, and I depart shortly after 5AM. We drive to Goddard Space Flight Center where FCD goes to work. Bernie and I head north on the BW Parkway and eventually to my mother’s house where Bernie hunkers down for the weekend.

After a short visit, I head back to Goddard to pick up my sweetie. We drive to Stevensville for our sea trial. Then we sign some papers, had over a check, and become boat owners again. We unload the car, settle in for the night, and leave bright and early for our trek south to Solomons. My van is already pre-positioned at the marina, so when we arrive Saturday afternoon, we can go home.

Sunday morning, we get up early and drive back to Stevensville so FCD can pick up his car. I drive to Mom’s to pick up Bernie. I go home and collapse in exhaustion. Maybe I’ll be able to post on Sunday, or maybe on Saturday if we get home early enough.

The camera is going with us, so there should be much photo taking. You have been warned.

:smiley:

Sounds like an exciting, boat-buying weekend, FCM.

I’m sleepy. It’s my bedtime. Off to bed.

Feel much closer to human, so going to work tomorrow will be less of an imposition…

GT

I was all set to dedicate myself to get a lot of work done tonight. And I did get some out of the way. But I just finished a yummy dinner, I am wiped out and I would like nothing better right now than a long, hot shower, a cold beerverage and an early bedtime with a fat Harry Potter book on my chest as I drift to sleep.

Ta-ta y’all…

Ooh-argh. Had a sucky day at work. I was yelled at by this daughter of a pt–who called me “silly and incompetent”, among other things. Thing is–I wasn’t to blame for what was going on, I literally answered the phone and needed some info from her. Turns out psycho-hose beast is a problem for everyone, including the pt’s primary care doc, who does not have privileges at my hospital.

Back at home now and waiting for Daily Show. And sleep, after hot [del]porn[/del] sex, er make that relaxation time with husband. I don’t know what’s going on, but ever since I left for 10 days, he has been great to me. I’m running with it.

Oh my spine! I think I pulled something in my back. or butt. It only hurts when I move. or when I don’t. Drugs aren’t helping, so I’ve pulled out the heating pad. Otherwise kind of a slow night. Of course this is tax free weekend on school supplies, so I will be up to my eyeballs in delinquents this weekend.

Tel, you weren’t dreaming about peeing on Mom ,were you? :eek:

Jahdra, squish a bug, it will make you feel better.

taxi, my cat and dog don’t kill the bugs, they just pull the legs off. I get to clean up thoraxes all summer.
Sean my mother is a nurse. I knew what the parts were at seven, but not what to do with them. :smiley:

dogbutler, another middle aged straight white guy.

Pahahaha. Amateur. I have TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY GIGS on my external hard drive. It’s not porn (it’s Star Trek and movies and other TV shows), but it could be. And then there’s the 60 gigs on my laptop. Total? Three hundred and ten gigabytes of deliciousness.

VBob, what’s that black thinger on the right in the first picture?

Silly Spats that black thinger is Maddy the VunderDog. I’ve actually taken people out to cotton fields so they can see it growing. Apparently cotton is fascinating.

Believe this or not, I have very little porn and none on my hard drive. It’s ok, I guess, but most Pr0n doesn’t do anything for me.

donkeybear though a woman did wait on us at DQ yesterday, I know for a fact that our burgers did not come in contact with her brassiere. I would have noticed that cause she would have had to pull up her shirt first for that to happen. So There! :stuck_out_tongue:

Taters you’re not the only cheap skinflint Cool Kid. I frequently take edible stuff with me on long car trips. I’ll take stuff for sammiches, soft drinks, beer and snacks cause sometimes it’s nice to go to the hotel room, get comfy, kick back and not go out again, especially if I’m on a work trip.

Ah, the wonders of a modern public edjumakashun. They didn’t learn ya to read yet, Spats? :stuck_out_tongue:

I won a small cooking victory last night. I went out and got a hunk o’London broil for the crock pot, and put it and all the other things into the cooker lasst night, without browning the meat first! The GF doesn’t trust cooking things without browing them first in it. I exiled her from the kitchen while I was getting it all ready, then put it in the fridge. This morning, I put it on before she could get in there and do her pre-cooking.

Yeah, it’s a small victory, but I take them where I can get them.

good morning
I missed everything from about 5:30 pm yesterday until now. I’m lazy. That is a widely known and accepted fact. Could someone summerize? no? rats
so - Happy Friday!

I spent yesterday evening being waited on and frantically starting my dragon mask for Hallowe’een. I am a monomaniac. Attacks Husband made dinner for me, Driving Husband, and Mr. Lissar. We examined the contents of the kitchen and decided on potato-chicken tacos and sauteed zuchinni. It was delicious, especially since he’s never made it before, and I just made up the recipe.

His family has been growing veggies at their farm.
He brought me a zuchinni.
It weighs eight pounds!. It’s two feet long, and too wide to span with my fingers! The really amazing thing is that two weekends ago his parents picked all the zuchinni over six inches long, and then last weekend found this one, which had tripled in size. I think i’ll make Nigel Slater’s cheese and courgette patties today.

My knee is better today, although not perfect. Should be fine by Monday at the lastest. I’m going to do a lot of chores, and maybe bake bread today. It’s not supposed to be blistering hot.

Morning, all! Here I am!

doggie, that sucks! Nothing, and i mean nothing, hurts worse and more steadily than back pain. Yuck.

TGIF!

Oh god.

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TGIF gang!! Say, who’s on board for Monday? Imma taking this afternoon off from work. I’m not busy and I can’t take this fricken-frackin cold office any longer this week.

telly, something tells me you wouldn’t be interested in bonkey dear’s porn. I’m just sayin…

fcm, you are always sayin how we should all envy you your life. Well, this weekend I really really do. Have a great time. Hope the boat passes.

doggyb, hope that back feels better. If the heating pad doesn’t work, have the dog walk on it.

rigs, maybe hubby always wanted to do a hot librarian? :wink:

Tupug

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Anyway. I’ll try to not be so much of a moron today.

Yesterday I actually went out with some other people. Shocking, I know. But wait, there’s more. It was sort of a dinner for the interns plus whoever else wanted to come, so there were some fulltime researchers there too. We ate at Casa de Fogo, which near as I can determine means House of Meat. It’s a Brazilian steakhouse, and the way they did it was instead of ordering a specific meat dish off the menu, you would pay a flat fee and then waiters would come around bearing large skewers of various kinds of meat and you could take whatever you wanted.

You may be wondering, “But Spats, you’re a vegetarian. What did you eat?” Well, I’ll tell you. I paid for just the salad bar portion of that flat fee, and I also ordered two appetizers, a glass of sangria, and a slice of chocolate cherry cheescake. The total for this was $40. A bit pricey, and my own fault since I wasn’t watching the price of what I was ordering. But wait, there’s more. The restaurant was gracious enough to add a $9 tip to my check, essentially forcing me to tip 25%. This really cheeses my grits. I understand that we had a party of 15, but we all had separate checks. Even then, 25% is rather high for an added gratuity. Fifteen percent is okay - 25% is not. The service was good, but it wasn’t that good. Anyway, I coughed up the money because there really wasn’t anything I could do about it. Some of us ended up going to a local bar afterwards, that was fun too.

Lissla, that’s a lot of zucchini. Eight pounds? That’s like eating a newborn baby made of zucchini. “Congratulations ma’am, it’s a zucchini!”

Off the top of my head, two hours of video is about 750 MB, so you could get about 40 full-length movies on there. Oh, and I forgot to mention - that three hundred and ten gigabytes of space I have between two hard drives? Will be replaced by a single disc once this baby comes out.

Time for a pun. Today’s is a quick break from the boat based puns.

Spats, first of all that restaurant sounds really cool. Granted I am a lifelong carnivore so all those meats-on-sticks sound yummy!

But yes, expensive for salad and appetizers…and the tip is just ridiculous!