I have Teh Grrr. It is not about anything major, but I have it all the same. I am fed up with it, I am fed up with a lot of things and I have not the mental capabilities to do anything about it. I wish today was over.
Sorry to hear that, BooFae. Does it help to vent? Here or to someone IRL? Wish I could help.
I see we’ve built a Whole Frickin’ Neighborhood[sup]TM[/sup] in the meantime. 
Good thing we already had a party house, complete with hot tub.
And why is there a recurring need for dead trout this week? (We have a stream to assure an endless supply running through the neighborhood, right?)
I’m with rigs on the implausible fiction label, CCL. There is a reason people say that fact is stranger than fiction, isn’t there?
In cheerier news, I’ve started to reclaim my first sweater’s worth of yarn. It’s wool and a bit tangly, but I’ll have a nice practice sweater out of it. (It was a kind of shapeless, zip-front cardigan. Really nice shades of variegated yarn. $8 at the thrift store. Hard to get that much new yarn at that price. And I’m not about to risk much money on lots of yarn before I’ve had a reasonable amount of practice on sweaters.) Have I mentioned I like knitting?
Guess I should start getting ready for work, right?
Anyone interested in starting us off on Monday???
Happy Firday, everyone!
GT
Not this coming Monday; I’ll take Mar. 9th, though.
Blurf, y’all. I’m not caught up with sleep from the shift I took Wed night, but I did OK.
I drove VWife’s Family Truckster to work today instead of the Foomobile so I can get it serviced for the trip next week. Lucky me.
Since we’re building a whole disfunctional neighborhood this week, IMAO we need to counter all of the negative address vibes with a Pollyanna’s Retreat. Next door to the hot tub…
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ but not goin’ to work. YAAAAAAY!!!
Sorry for all your with the grrr’s etc. Hope things get better or at least settle down some soon.
Yay for Agony Aunt Ryl! I get all excitated when she pays a visit.
Ok… in an effort to do some cheerin’ up around here, I present the following idea. Think of a company or product, add the word condoms after the name and then say the slogan. To wit:
Ford Condoms… built tough
Capitol One Condoms… what’s in your wallet
McDonald’s Condoms… I’m lovin’ it
Taco Bell Condoms… Twice the beef
M&M’s Condoms… Melts in your mouth not in your hands
Skittles Condoms… Taste the rainbow
Mazda Condoms… Zoom zoom zoom
Do this while watchin’ teevee or grocery shoppin’. Hours of entertainment! Even makes a trip to Wally*World less of a chore.
Where did I learn of such a thing, you ask? Why, work! It’s a real classy place I work!
Ok, need me some more caffiene. I suppose I should clean myself up at some point too.
Later Y’all!
Afternoon all.
:waves and throws around some hugs, yays, boos, noogies and a metric buttload of Grrrss for people to share:
Well, it’s now official - all the credit cards are paid and we are … debt-free!!! Yayyyyyy!
That’s awesome, Dotty! I wish we could say the same. Someday, maybe.
That made me giggle, Swampy! Thanks!
I’m sorry for everyone’s grrr this week! I was all grrr yesterday afternoon - over my stupid Feud games. I’m better now. 
Last night I met up with my friend and her sister-in-law at the bowling alley. She lives out of state, and I hadn’t seen her in about 4 or 5 years. (She’s the one I had the argument with about always standing me up for get-togethers, if y’all remember? We made up.) Anyway, we used to bowl together, and we hung out at the men’s league where we knew practically everyone. We had a lot of fun! We were mainly watching this one friend, and he was stringing strikes so we did The Wave. It was hilarious! Lots of drinking and laughing - it was very therapeutic.
Mr Rebo keeps calling me. I think he misses me!
Thanks Rebo! Now we start saving for the serious debt - a house! Given the current state of the markets, financial and housing, it’s probably good that we don’t own anything yet. Maybe in 12 months or so, things will have calmed down, prices will be more stable and we can sink back into debt (but at least it will be in a good cause - a capital asset).
Up, caffeinated, off to work all day. Firday, meh.
I’m taking another day off this week. It’s a case of “ain’t got shit to do” at work. Plus, I have My Very First Academic Conference tomorrow and I need time to mentally prepare so I don’t have a panic attack and don’t go at the last minute like I did last year.
New Roommate is now Corvette Roommate. Today he pays rent and there was talk of breakfast going-outing. I’m waiting for Complicated Roommate to get his ass outta bed.
I am now craving chocolate cake. Badly. I wonder why?
So wait… Spaz, do you think the whackjob is suggesting that bacon is the cure for AIDS? Because on the off chance that he’s actually right, I plan on engaging a strict course of bacon therapy, stat. I’m thinking a BLT a day oughta keep the HIV away. 
(really, like I need any excuse to eat more bacon… pfff)
Yay on the paid-off cards, Dotty! That’s a great feeling (so is home ownership, as scary and frustrating and OMG-I-owe-HOW-much-to-the-bank??? as can sometimes be)
Miami Friend and I went out for Vietnamese food last night, and then watched an episode of Hell’s Kitchen (he’s addicted, apparently, while I just like to make fun of Ramsay). It was great. He’s also started seeing a girl from Atlanta, which makes me happy because he’s had awful luck with girls for as long as I’ve known him… which, I just realised, has been around 9 years. I feel old now. 
Intel Condoms: It’s What’s Inside That Counts
Smartie–but TH really doesn’t yell in private. IMO, <assumes Freudian beard, glasses and cigar>, he was so traumatized by his rabid dog of a mother (who used to throw knives at his father when she was riled/drunk) that any upping of the intensity causes him to shut down. And here I thought he was always calm because he was in control. It’s sad. He’s really just scared outta his mind.
I sympathize. I spent most of my childhood beings scared as well. But here’s the thing: I went to therapy and got help and insight. I know when I scream that it’s really ok and I will not self-destruct or hurt others with it. It’s a scream. And like screaming, sometimes I cry or laugh or jump for joy or slam doors from anger etc.
It’s called being human. I’m not about to let anyone put me back in that pretty blonde box.
TH doesn’t deal with anger or fear the same I do. And if what he does works for him, so be it. But it doesn’t work for me and I draw the line with him telling me what should work for me. It has taken me years to be able to say that.
God, this is like therapy, but so much cheaper and I can eat breakfast as I do it. Win/win!
I like our Neighborhood–would you be my neighbor? I’ll have to think on the lyrics and post soon. I hafta go work for the Man right now.
Yay Dotty!
Here’s my new haircut. A lot of my co-workers have said it makes me look a bit like I’m from the 1920s or something. It’s quite a bit shorter than before so I’m still getting used to it.
ETA: Sorry it’s only half my head. For some reason I keep looking lopsided in my full-faced photos today. :dubious:
I think I am going to try that cake this weekend. I’ll report back with results. I’ve wanted to try PW’s recipe for a while now, but 1) I don’t have a sheet pan or a half sheet pan and 2) I don’t need a half-sheet-pan’s worth of cake. A 13x9 pan is *more *than enough! So I’m glad to have found a recipe that looks similar to hers but for a smaller quantity.
Sorry everyone’s so grrrrrrrrrr. I was pretty grrrrrrrrr when I left last night because I was here late for really no reason at all and then the folks I was working with left me sitting here for an extra 20 minutes befor deciding to tell me that they weren’t going to need anything else from me. Um… you couldn’t have told me that 20 minutes earlier??? (It wasn’t like they just decided… they knew but just didn’t think "oh hey, taxi’s still here, we should let her know that we don’t need her any more.) I was full of grrrrrrr. But today’s better.
We had meatloaf and instant mashed potatoes for dindin last night. Sometimes you’ve just got to go with the instant. They’re different from “real” mashed potatoes and sometimes that’s just the right texture. I think it has to do with memories of elementary cafeteria lunches. Anyway, I think the comfort-food aspect of instant mashed potatoes helped with getting over the grrrrrrrr.
Oooh… I got one, I got one!
KFC Condoms: Finger lickin’ good.
Hee hee.
Love the haircut, Haze. It makes you look very sophisticated n’ stuff.
I have a shameful admission to make… I love me some instant mashed potatoes. They have to be Betty Crocker, though, because all the other brands taste like absolute crap to me, and they have to be roasted garlic flavour because it’s the only flavour I like. The foodie police will be here any minute to take away my membership and my Le Creuset. 
taxi, pls send chocklit cake, kthx.
I mean, you’ll need help eating it all since a 9x13 pan makes a whole lotta cake. Right? Right? flutters eyelashes
Dang, Haze, just when I think you couldn’t POSSIBLY get ANY cuter…
Well, that’s the flip side there, Rigs, but nonetheless it takes a certain kind of arrogance to assume you have the right to dictate somebody else’s feelings or the way they process them, y’know? AND a HUGE amount of hubris to automatically assume that the way you feel and process is the only RIGHT way, and that anyone who does things differently is automatically wrong. Sure, I can see it’s a defense mechanism and all, but just because you do things differently from the way a bad role model does them doesn’t mean it’s the only right way, or even the right way for you, and to be able to see that your bad role model is indeed bad is a good insight, but then not to follow through with “Gee, wonder how much damage that did to me and how I can learn to cope better–perhaps I should seek help with that!” shows a lot of pridefulness and/or wilfull ignorance, to my mind. Regardless, TH needs to figure out that he’s no longer your problem, that as soon as you two agreed to divorce he ceased having any control over how you do things and that his wishes really don’t matter a fart in a whirlwind–the only thing you “owe” him is the same basic politeness you’d give any person you aren’t crazy about but have to work with nonetheless. What you do in the privacy of your own car, including screaming until you are hoarse, is none of his business and if he doesn’t want to deal with it then perhaps he’d best not provoke you, neh?
Yay for debt freedom, Dotty! You go, girl!
I think I need some coffee, my tummy is a little roller coastery… byee!
Cute!! I totally see you in a beaded flapper dress and a feather head band. Long string of pearls, too.
GT- collecting ducks- as in getting my ducks in a row before I slam back at the “colleague” who threw me under a bus in front of the college president et al to cover her own error. I was livid and now I am merely… pissed. In an evil, extracting revenge kind of way. (insert evil grin)
Good morning everyone.
I’ve been up for nearly an hour, but haven’t made coffee yet. I should, because maybe I could wake the hell up then.
Cute haircut, Haze! I am in desperate need of both a haircut and a color job, but just haven’t had the time.
Today, after I clean myself up, I need to pick my daughter up and drive her to a womens education and employment center so she can complete an observation for her sociology class. I also have various other errands to run, plus I need to work on cleaning my house for tomorrow’s 99 shindig.
I would like just one weekend where I didn’t have to go ANYWHERE or do ANYTHING. Alas, it’s not going to happen this weekend, or even next weekend.
My co-worker and I had another meeting with our new boss yesterday. He informed us that she and I would now be responsibile for the monthly command R&A. He then, almost challenged us to say something about it. He knows we’re bogged down, but it feels this particular thing belongs our shop. I agree with him, however, I wish he could have held off accepting this tasker until our shop had more people.
He assured us that we weren’t responsible for the data pulls for it; that other services and divisions would provide those. Our responsibility would be to actually analyze what they sent us and make recommendations to the command based on those analyses. While I’m down with that, I don’t think he realizes that everyone comes to us pull the data whenever there’s any command briefing or decision involved. Sigh…we’re going to have to talk to him some more about this, I think.
I don’t want him to think we’re trying to get out of work, we’re not, and in fact, I would love to do more analyses and less data pulling and report publishing. But, he’s made it quite clear we’re not giving up any of the stuff we’re currently doing, which is tons and tons of data mining and report publishing. In fact, we’ve become so report heavy, that we don’t get to really analyze anything.
We’re going to have figure something out. He’s also not happy that there isn’t coverage in our office on most Fridays. I have every other Friday off, and my co-worker has every Friday off. He told us he doesn’t want us to have to give up our RDOs, however, I think one of us is going to have to compromise. I sure hope it’s not me.
I should make some coffee.
Look everybody! It’s Thoroughly Modern [del]Haze[/del] Millie! 
I have spiffed da cave and put together a meatloaf for dindin. Like taxi last night, I’m goin’ for a comfort dindin tonight. Meatloaf, mac&cheese, green beans, cornbread muffins and peach cobbler. YUM! I figure, why not, I’m not workin’ today, might as well make a down home dindin. I expect much “appreciation” tonight.
Hee rigs and Muppet! Fun ain’t it!
Secret Condoms… Strong enough for a man but made for a woman
I think I deserve a nappy poo for all my efforts so far today. Plus, I need to rest up for the Herculean task of makin’ dindin that lies ahead of me.
Woohoo! I just hit 5000 sent emails on my personal email. (It’s the little things that make me happy.)
Actually, in addition to the little things, I found out a pretty big thing yesterday. Once I pass my 3-year anniversary with my company in late May, I’ll start accruing vacation at a 5-weeks-a-year rate instead of the 4-week rate I’m at now! So I won’t get a full 5 weeks this year, but I’ll be earning faster for the second half of the year! Major WOOHOO! I love my company.
Maxwell House Condoms: Good to the last drop!
Folgers Condoms: The Best Part of Waking Up is Folgers in Your Cup
Taco Bell Condoms: Think Outside the Bun
White Castle Condoms: What You Crave
Wendy’s Condoms: Where’s the Beef?
Burger King Condoms: Home of the Whopper
Rice-A-Roni Condoms: The San Francisco Treat!
Visa Condoms: Everywhere You Want to Be
Energizer Condoms: It Keeps Going and Going…
Obviously I think this is a hysterical idea, swampy!
Fantastic hairstyle, Hazel. Verrrry chic.
Jeebus Muppet, keep your voice down. ::darts eyes around room::
Not much happening here. I picked up some eggs to make banana bread tomorrow and will possibly join the neighbours for dinner and movie this evening. I should check in with them tonight to see if they’re still up to it after all the painting activity this week. I picked up Memoirs of a Geisha DVD, so I may just settle in on the couch tonight.
Well, I’ve got a leftover enchilada under my nose and the smell of cilantro is beckoning.
Laterz!