I’m solo for dinner again, so I just tossed together a quick pasta dish with sausage and spinach. It was tasty, but now I’ve got a craving for something sweet and there’s nothing remotely dessert-like in the house. (that’s probably a good thing, though, since my ass needs dessert like my head needs a hole)
criminey, the kittehs may pretend they’re okay, but deep down inside they miss you. They’re just strange creatures in that they show affection through a weird blend of apathy and disdain is all.
Okey doke - five boxes packed and ready for the USPS. I’ll be taking care of them tomorrow after my dr appt (the ol’ annual poke-n-prod). I’ll email each of you to let you know what your postage is. And I may have left price stickers on the bottom of some pieces - just peel 'em off and toss 'em.
Well, gotta make the bed and get some sleepy-bye. Good night to all! MWAH!!
See, if this were me, I’d have to cut the phone line. Or at least get caller ID…
TH has sent me an email about last night’s debacle. He asked me about work last night (on the ride home from the train) and I started telling him, only to have him cut me off and shut me down. MMPers, I am not proud of this, but it all happened so fast, it surprised me as much as it did him: I screamed. In the car. Just screamed-wordless scream.
I think I may need a break of some kind… or strong meds.
Anyhoo, he wrote me about “the scream” and I wrote back. It was wrong to scream, sure, but upon reflection, I know whence the scream came. It ain’t a pretty place, either, but I’m not in a pretty place. It’s somewhat south of Grrr Corner.
Ok - my turn to present some TMI: (and it really is, so read at your own risk)
Abut a month ago, I noticed a blister on the outer part of my thigh - right near the scar from my hip replacement. Within a few hours of noticing it, it burst and bled, and then started to ooze. So I bandaged it up and took it to my doc who gave me a round of kephlex and told me to swab it with peroxide and keep it covered. On the antibiotic, it started to clear up, but hadn’t completely healed. Meanwhile the skin around it, irritated from constant bandaid-ing, also got infected - so now I have this mess, about an inch and a half in diameter, oozing and bleeding. I am again on kephlex and must now see a surgeon to have it debreeded. I am not happy
**rosie, **sorry to read you’re having to deal with that. I hope it clears up very quickly now.
rigs, I can understand where the primal scream came from. It really does sound like you need some serious “me” time, well away from the stressors in your life. A change of scenery, etc, just so you can breathe a little.
Sheboss sounds like a right, royal bitch, **Nava. ** Childish and petty to boot. Hopefully, one day, she’s going to hang herself with her stupidity. In the meantime, I hope you can get out of there sooner, rather than later.
My poor daughter was sick today. She woke up around two in the morning puking. She was so sick, she couldn’t go to school. She was responsible though, and e-mailed her professors telling them she was sick. She had a quiz today and some papers to turn in, but her professors were very understanding. Thank goodness.
She’s feeling better and hasn’t puked for a few hours, so we’re hoping she can keep some soup down.
rigs, I’d offer ti have Mr. Lissar visit and kill your husband, but I’m worried you might send me a PM with your address. It really sounds like he deserves it, though.
rosi, ugh. Yuck. Feel better soon.
pics, yay! Congratulations!
It struck me this evening that I’m feeding another two people for the whole weekend. It’s possible I might want to meal plan and grocery shop for this, yes? Or we’ll end up at the ice cream place for breakfast. So far:
Friday dinner: Hakka Chinese, because we introduced them to it last time and they want it again
Saturday breakfast: Oatmeal, maybe? And fruit, etc.
Lunch: Fake cheese fondue with ham and veg
Dinner: Brisket with carrots in cider, rice or potatoes
Sunday: Probably coffeecake, cranberry or blueberry
Lunch: No clue
Dinner: No clue
Maybe tacos with the leftover beef on Sunday for lunch or dinner, and something really easy and fast for lunch on Sunday after Mass. Two littles, three or four adults, two useless cats, many many people in my house.
For the lividity, some sunshine may be good, or at least fresh air. I also suggest not suing MBG unless it was one of his buses and, if you’re firing back, doing it with the nicest smile you can muster. Mind you, I suck at smiling in general and even more so when pissed off out of my mind… (does English have any kind of rule about “thou shalt not have too many prepositions together”?)
For all those who need it (Soapy, rigs and rosie at the very least) there is a bridge over the highway about 100 yds from the building where I was trying to work this week which I reckon must have great sonority. I’ve been feeling tempted to use it myself.
brings to the house at Grr corner some of the chocolate she bought yesterday Do high-protein fasts accept skim-milk cocoa? Why do I come up with questions like that? Does anybody know where the “off” switch for the brain is?
Soapy, I just saw the comment you made about being thrown under the bus. I’d be furious too, and would be sorely tempted to fire right back, HOWEVER, it’s best to have your ducks in a row. Besides, vengeance is a dish best served cold, and all that.
Actually, I’m in the position right now where I could throw someone under the bus, and considering how this person has treated me for the last several months, I am soooooooooo very tempted. But, I’m going to give this person another chance. If she doesn’t take the opportunity to do rectify the situation, then I’ll have to do it, because if I don’t, my ass will be grass. My new boss has made it abundantly clear that I am to report any and ALL impediments to getting what I need right when they occur. I’m sure you can understand my position.
Anyway, daughter is still feeling pukey and I’m trying to get her to eat some soup, or at least the broth. She’s struggling with it though.
Does the House at Grrr Corner have any vacancies? I’d like to reserve rooms for myself and most of my cow-orkers for the rest of the week, thanks. Although a couple of us may need to transfer over to the House at Bitch-I-Will-Fuck-Your-Shit-UP Corner.
There are…personality conflicts that tend to come to an even bigger head than usual when our regular vet is out of town and one of the receptionists gets on a power trip. It doesn’t help that our dipshit vet tells them to fill the schedule up as full as possible, so the average day with the relief vet tends to have about time and a half as much work as he’d let them pile on him. And all of that work takes longer, because the relief vet isn’t sure which drugs we have on hand, what protocols he typically uses, where things are, she has to read through a ton of charting on chronic patients and figure out what’s going on with them, all that sort of thing.
And then he comes back and wonders why everybody is at each other’s throats. Sometimes it really gives me pause that someone so utterly clueless could get into vet school and I couldn’t.
Thanks! I really thought for a while there was going to be a smackdown this afternoon. Apparently copping a snotty attitude with someone who is way behind on the work you’ve already brought them, is facing a buttload more without a lunch break, and is in a foul mood goes over like a lead balloon. Who knew?
The House at Grrrr Corner is for chronic malcontents, momentary annoyances, daily irritations that you haven’t quite found a way to rid yourself of etc.
The H of BIWFUYSCorner is for people who need killing–Shebosses, Bitch Receptionists, your BIL/MIL/sister/neighbor’s BF etc.
There is some gray area between the two. What I want to do today is find the lyrics for the House at Pooh Corner and do Very Bad Things to it and post it here. Alas, I cannot, due to working for the Man. Perhaps after. Rose–that doesn’t sound good. Stay on the Keflex and keep that area clean and dry. Do not scrub it with any harsh detergents etc, but also, do not let it rub against anything harsh like denim or wool. Monitor it closely and apprise the doc of any changes for the worse (reddening, more pus, larger, more swollen, more pain etc) or if you spike a fever of over 100.5. IANAD etc, just a concerned MMPer.
Off to make the doughnuts. (does anyone else remember that phrase? I had someone say to me the other day–I thought you were a nurse; you make doughnuts? DUH.)
Infinite blurfs. I ran bambilance last night, finally got to bed at 0230, and had to get up for work at 0515. That’ll larn me to whine about those butt-pickin’ shifts. :smack:
No stories. The calls we took ranged from boring to bullshit.
Hugs, yays, boos, gooses, and wet trout as appropriate, Take what you need and pass the rest.
Could it be a racoon trying to set up residence in a tree or shed?