Well, apparently it is a mod nono to be too happy.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 61 degrees Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 74. Oh and foggy. Real foggy. Ick. I get to drive to a meetin’ this mornin’ in fog. I hate fog. On the up side I do get to wear short sleeves. 
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy says feed me now. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
Here I was trying to be mature this morning because I woke up early and decided to work on a paper and the website with the rubric and other critical information is down. :dubious:
I’m going to have to get a little more mature in the next week or so and change my hair back to being all brown. 
Somehow I don’t think that a substitute teacher with purple hair would really be actively encouraged. I bought the stuff to do it the other day but I figure I can wait until I think I could stand for an entire day before jumping back into the sub pool.
ETA: The site just came up now that I only have approximately 30 minutes left to work.
you, get offa my lawn!
I can state for a fact that immaturity and irresponsibility know no age limits.
Well, duh - just look at swampy!!
Good morning, Mumpers all! I’ve been up 3 hours, and I’ve spent most of them trying to get the inlaws’ computer back to its original configuration so they won’t be too confused when we send it back. Actually, it’s better than original because I created a password-protected admin account to prevent nasties from self-installing. And I just realized I need to put spybot on there. Gotta protect the old folks. 
It’s raining - lots! I should have made **FCD **take the truck today - our new car is getting all wet!!! :eek:
No plans for today - at least nothing important. I need to empty the dishwasher, and I may run a load or two of laundry, just to kill some time. Daughter is coming to dinner and I’m going to rotiss a chicken and make salads. Oh, and we’ve got all our W2s, so I can run our taxes. Maybe I do have plans for today.
But first (second? third?) I really need to shower and don non-bathrobe garments. Can’t be a total slob, can I? (no comments from the peanut gallery, now!)
Happy Thursday!!
All I have to say to that is 
No, swampy, the happy ain’t the problem. It’s the over-use of smilies. Bobbio can’t handle it, for one. So much smilie in one place gives him a facial tic. Thinking of Bobbio with a facial tic gives me an eye twitch. That in turn makes my ears itch, and you know where that leads.
And Number Two (Har! I said number two), there is a finite number of smilies that can be applied per week in MPSIMS. This is a little-known fact.° If you use up all the smilies on your “job happiness,” well, what is the rest of the forum going to do when there are pictures of KITTIES and BUNNIES or (God forbid) PUPPIES posted — and there is a shortage of happiness emoticons? Huh? Where’s your happy then, mister?
No warnings issued. Yet.º
You go, **Ellen **- slap down that bear!
Well give me some of it back :mad:
Seriously people, I’m wearing me camping thermal underwear, as many layers as I can move in, AND I’m wrapped in a duvet, and I’m still freakin’ cold!
Just phoned the benefits people about the odd date on my form to get the answer
‘Oh yeah, the computer puts that on all of them. We dunno why…’
They also wanted a letter from the home office clarifying my immigration status, which is a little odd, seeing as I was born here, my parents were born here- in fact, I’ve tried to trace my ancestry back to the 1600s and so far none of 'em lived anywhere else… I sort of explained that, so now I just have to take my passport to the centre for them to photocopy.
Again.
They did it 3 months ago; but hey, I might have got foreign in the meantime. :smack:
Oh, and Mom, getting properly dressed is overrated- it just makes more washing, which is bad for the planet. You’re not being a slob, you’re being ecofriendly. 
I’m in too good of a mood for stuff to bother me. I’m sorry for any offense y’all.
I’m home. I’d smile but I know better. See, I do have leave time from the old gig and since I’m all caught up there and really, why start new stuff, so my boss said, why not take the rest of today, tomorrow and next week off before the new job starts. Hey, why not! So, I’m a bear of leisure for a few days. YAY!!!
Yeah, leisure. I’ms ure soon I’ll start lookin’ around at all the “put off 'til I have time stuff” here at da cave. I’m as bad at leisure time as MOOOOOOM is at retirement. Matter of fact Ima go to the store and buy some chikin boobs, laigs and thighs and make fried chikin for dindin just cause I can. Gotta go buy it cause what I have is frozen. Plus, now I got me a gnawin’ and a cravin’ for fried chikin. YUM!!! Plus OYKW will be surprised. Well, maybe not too surprised bein’ as I already got him up to speed re the bear of leisure and said I’d make a special dindin and there have been hints about fried chikin for a few days now. Spoiled brat!
Shoot, forgot sump’n. Twice today even. Happy Groundhawg Day! Maybe I’ll make some sausage gravy to celebrate. Sausage gravy over smashed N.O.T. sounds like it’d be good, right? We’ll find out.
Off to the sto’.
No no no, swampy, smiling is okay, you just can’t let us know.
So I made up some infusions for Friday (and one that’ll probably be for next week). Apparently sake can only go a few days before the fruit ferments (I’m not sure why that’s bad). And apparently the vodka I thought dad said he didn’t want to drink because it was giving him an hangover, he still wants to drink, he’s just drinking it slowly. Oookay. So I only used a little of that. I filled pint jars nearly full with fruit - I’m planning on getting some angel food cake to eat the fruit with. So I’ve got sake with clementines, sake with (canned) pineapple and a little brown sugar, and citrus vodka with clementines. We’ll see how it turns out.
I’m getting annoyed with my mom. I know we all get home late and want meals that are fast to make, but when she asks me what I’d like to eat, and I say fish, I don’t mean frozen battered fish. Generally, I don’t like frozen food, which I would think she would know by now. And I don’t want to be a bitch and say ‘I hate pork chops, I hate frozen fish’ etc, but she gets this hangdog look when I say things are fine. I’m not going to lie and say its great. sigh Got to get my own place.
I don’t know why but somehow this reminded me of a conversation that I had the other day with my mom. She was telling me that her spoon ring needs to be polished and how so many people at work look at it and want to know where she got it… oh, and what’s the name of my website? :dubious: Gee mom, you mean the one that is plastered across the back of my van? :smack:
I decided sausage gravy over smashed N.O.T. does sound gross, so I’m makin’ a kinda sausage, apple stuffin’ which sounds good. I’ve never tried this before so we shall see. I’ll either be a culinary genius or it’ll be a massive culinary fail.
I make stuffing with Jimmy Dean sausage, apples, dried apricots, craisins, onions, celery, broth, seasonings, and bread cubes. Awesome stuff and always receives rave reviews.
We’ll won’t be having sausage tonight because we’re taking MiL out to celebrate her birthday, which was last Friday. I know I reminded my husband, and I honestly thought he had called her last Friday, but he didn’t. I was so busy preparing for the trip we took over the weekend, I didn’t double check with him.
Anyway, she called a couple of nights ago, and now we’ve rectified the situation.
I’m here at work, but most of my data mining systems are down. That makes it hard to do what I need to do.
Oh, and Swampy, you can smile all you want here. :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
I made stuffing/dressing once, while still living at home. I remember nothing of the recipe except that it was very well received.
for swampy and especially Ellen
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I don’t see sausage over smashed N.O.T. as being particularly gross. Of course, that’s how we ate creamed ground beef when we were kids - much better than over toast!
I just finished freezer-packing the meats I bought yesterday - I cut the poke roast and the beef roast in half, so there’s 4 meals. I left the 2 steaks in their packages but slipped both into a single large bag - that way when we have one steak, I can re-seal the same bag for the other one. Also 2 tuna steaks are tucked away, and the pack of chicken tenders had 18 strips, so I wrapped 3 groups of 6, then put all 3 packs into a large bag that can be resealed. I kept the whole chicken out because that’s supper tonight, and the ground beef will become a meatloaf for tomorrow. It’s a good thing, because I don’t think the freezer will hold another thing.
Supper tonight will be rotissed chickie, salad with much amounts of assorted veggies, plus corn muffins. Very wholesome!
I have a big honkin’ splinter at the base of my right thumb from when I was moving firewood yesterday. It hurts. Unfortunately, I’m right handed and unable to deal with tweezers in my left hand. My sweetie will have to tend to my boo-boo when he gets home. I knew I should have put on gloves. Dummy.
Wow. Something went right for once.
Last April, Dad bought a new pair of glasses, and instead of putting them on the credit card, he took out a consumer loan through Lenscrafters and GE Capital. The idea was, pay off the balance in six months, there’s no credit. Go over the six months, and you pay all the interest, and it turns out the interest rate was a Holy Crap 29.99% APR.
The parents don’t share much in the way of finances with me. I run errands, occasionally buy things online for them, but that’s about it. But with Mom in Kansas and Dad having really bad memory and hearing problems, when this came up, I got to deal with it. A notice arrived saying the terms on the loan/credit card were changing.
That thing is still out there?
No sign of statements. No bills. Can’t find the original paperwork. As far as we know, Dad took out the loan and then completely forgot about it. Grace period was over in October. Late fees of $25 a pop apply since then. Not only are we looking at a balance that’s going to be 150% of its original size, but their credit rating has surely taken a hit as well.
I finally get all the info together, call GE Capital, and discover that one of my parents paid off almost the entire balance back in July of last year. There’s an itty bitty tiny balance left over, easily charged to the credit card that has a much lower APR. The CR removes the one late fee because the reason we didn’t have any statements was because the post office kept returning them as having an incorrect address. (Neither the CR or I could figure out what was wrong with the address.)
So: balance paid off, unnecessary account/credit card closed, significantly less money gone than predicted, stress removed from both me and Mom, and Dad actually said he would ask my opinion on financial matters in the future. It’s a pity he won’t remember saying that, but I’ll take what I can get.
I’m 32. Do I have to get off lawns too?
prances around on everyone’s lawn
Lots of driving today but I managed to cover a lot of ground and visit my suppliers properly around the Ft Worth area. Someone else is buying me dinner tonight then field trip tomorrow then home for martini night chez ems and just cos I can
I turn thirtymumblefive in April do I also have to remove my presence from grassed areas infront of the oldies residences? 
Plans for the weekend include pedicure, a few bits of grocery shopping, make green enchiladas on Sunday and do taxes. Wow I am exciting.
Almost Friday!