Happy Firday!
It’s raining.
Supposed to get up to 50 today and then get cold.
I hope it doesn’t get icy since we are supposed to go to the armpit tomorrow.
I woke up at 5 this morning and stayed up. Not enough sleep but it will have to do for now.
Not much going on today.
Irk, house irk, and proofreading school irk.
I’m sorry about your friend {{{Ruble}}}
Even if you don’t want a hug I’m giving you one anyway.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to work. Having to drive 60 miles to help do a store set up today.
{{{{Ruble}}}}
Wind advisory last night and today. This includes a wind chill advisory. I am working from home, awaithe arrival of the tumble dryer repair man. I foresee a weekend of laundry…
{{{Ruble}}} So sorry about your friend.
I’m ready for the weekend. This week has been rough with all the drama at my mom’s work/my second job and all the working-from-behind urgency at my primary job. I’m just ready to drink or sleep or whatever this weekend. Unfortunately, Romeo works, so it’ll be me and the monsters all weekend.
And I’m being a brave woman, taking a 2-year-old and a 6-year-old to Disney on Ice this weekend.
I had no idea that I would get a nickname for my fake name here in MMP – I tend to peek in on it, but I may have only posted once before. I still can’t figure out who Donovan Gladiator is though. 
And I really do dig that song. Thanks!
Morning all, Yesterday it was about 68F around this time. Today it is 35F. I am not amused.
Need to solve my Sudoku’s and get some reading time in, not planning on getting out until later.
ruble, there is no good words for the helpless fury you are feeling, but we, your friends, are here for you.
All y’all take care.
{{{{{{{{Ruble}}}}}}}}
Blurf. Made it to Firday finally. I am at irk, of course. I have forked over money for pizza for lunch. I buy the other girl fly’s. It’s been a while since I had good pizza.
Happy almost weekend.
Yes, it’s kinda, sorta, almost a requirement, but it isn’t. I was gonna go with BlackHawk but Donovan is sick & twisted so it’s prolly more appropriate in here.
{{{Ruble}}}
Okay, time to start the irk day for reels (been sitting around twiddling thumbs as files were late today).
Howdy Y’all! I have completed all my chores/tasks and have had some leftover chikin 'n rice. All is well here at da cave.
{{{Ruble}}} so sorry about your friend.
{{{Doc}}} sorry about your uncle. Pallbearer duty is not a fun thing but a thing that befalls us from time to time. It is hard wired in me that one does not refuse such duty unless one is physically unable to do so. I harken back to my fourteen year old self who was asked to be a pallbearer for a Sister-In-Law’s grandmother’s funeral. Mom was standin’ there and saw I had a look on my face that said “don’t wanna” and said, “he’ll be glad to do so” whilst givin’ me one of those southern mama elbow pinch death grips. Lesson learnt!
Thanks all. In a lot of ways I’m surprised there haven’t been more. Our last site lead did what he could to destroy our morale and he was the one that hired this inhuman tyrant. The New Guy; we tried to warn him but he basically let her continue her reign of terror. So two people in a bad place went that next step and cashed in. This one stems out of direct retaliation for my friend being one of two who had records that resulted in the Princess’s cohort and probable lover being fired for a sort of embezzlement. The Princess dodged that one (the other went under the bus) and now that she feels safe she is lashing out. Several of us have caught the wrath but because she was a semi-boss our friend caught the worst of it. It will be a sad time as we all look at each other wondering who will be the next one fired and react the same way. We got some people who are physically a lot stronger than they are emotionally. And right now we’re all in pain. I’ve studied places that have had clusters; did a paper on it 147 years ago in college. This place is ripe for something like that and now I need to decide if I want to make a fast bail. Our yearly offer (to get paid off to leave and never to return) is out there and it looks tempting.
I got a ‘do wanna’ at a funeral whenst I was a young teen. Auntie died & my mom knew the funeral director; they grew up together. When we were standing around waiting for everyone to get into their cars he lamented that it not only was a longer ride to the particular cemetery but he had no company. I got to ride in the (front of) the hearse! 
…& Ruble, thanks for the tee-up.
& yup, methinks you might wanna bail. Make sure you have contact infos…for when you write a book about the place.
My tumble dryer is fixed. It needed a new motor. Today would not be a good day to hang laundry outside, seeing it is 8 degrees. BRRRRRR
If I ever do the story of my life I already have a working title: It Sounded Like a Good Idea at the Time.
REQUEST FOR UNRELATED HELP
There is a meat cleaver on eBay with a very odd marking and language. I believe the language is something Pacific Rim but I am not sure. If anyone can figure out the nationality please let me know.
https://www.ebay.com/itm/Antique-Kitchen-Meat-Cleaver-w-Aluminum-Handle-Signed/392230360871?hash=item5b52c05727:g:mwUAAOSwTxhcV22B:rk:2:pf:0&autorefresh=true
So much for a day off. I was doing some design work for **FCD **- just quit because my brain is fried.
Our roomies are going out tonight so we shall veg in peace.
My mother is in her own home again. My sisters got her home this morning. I had stocked her fridge on Wednesday, and I talked to her this afternoon. That is the good news.
This morning, instead of getting to help my mom, I had a root canal and had a cavity filled. I go back later for the permanent crown. So the early morning was spent in the dentist chair, not my favorite activity.
In a little while I leave for the church, for our annual Wine and Food tasting. It is a popular pre-Lent activity. I am taking a bottle of wine called Dachshund, it is a Riesling. I also made some little meatballs in a sweet chili sauce. Not store bought meatballs mind you, ones I mixed and scooped and browned myself before they went into the slow cooker.
I can recognize, if not read, some scripts, but I can not tell which cleaver is the one to which you refer.
We have supped. Chillage ensues.
CupCakes yay for your mom bein’ in her home and boo for the root canal. If I were at your church this evenin’ I’d be hoverin’ over and snarfin’ up the meatballs until you slapped my hand and told me to stop. I loves me some little meatballs in chili sauce! 
Ruble no help with the cleaver here. Also, I vote take the money and run. I’d suggest takin’ a meat cleaver on your last day but that might maybe kinda sorta be inappropriate.
Perhaps I will make that instead of spaghetti with the ground beef I brought home.
It looks as though it belonged to Lizzie Borden.
Are you a princess or a queen, your highness?
Well, if you insist.