Well, no word yet in how I did on my Spanish test. He went over the verb conjugations yesterday, because apparently a lot of people were having trouble with them. I don’t think I was one of them. I do know that my participation and grade and homework grade currently sits @ 89%.
So, Swampy: yesterday I saw a van at school that reminded me of you: written in the dust on the back window was “yo soy un oso feliz”. The van was driven by one of my classmates, a perpetually cheery woman named Bear. She said she wrote “yo soy un niño travieso” on the back of her husband’s pickup. Apparently he drove it for a week before deciding to attempt a translation. He promptly washed the pickup.
FCM: With the all the cool nicknames you bestow on your minions, how in hell did you get the most boring nickname in the universe? A set of initials falls far short of the requirements…
I propose we start gathering suggestions for a more appropriate (i.e. nonsensical) nickname, then take a vote. Can I get a second?
Great. Several days ago my Osama-in-law – whoops, I mean my mother-in-law, gave my boys each a box a hostess donuts, so I’ve got two little boys whining about them. Grrrrrrrrrrr…
Woody, since you’ve apparently never noticed , I have been called Moooooom, with the number of "o"s varying with the depth of the whine… And honestly, I think yours is the only nickname I came up with on my own. I’m not tellin’ what I call some of you off-board… :eek:
Still haven’t loaded the dishwasher. I think someone stole my motivation.
Fiat I suggested “old broad” (she is six months and six days older than me) but it didn’t seem to catch on. So, we also call her MOOOOOOM. Think whiny child whinin’ moooooom. I’m sure you can relate to that.
Irk is actually not real bad right now. Kinda quiet in fact. Oh and I has this afternoon off due to the fact that at noon I will have the irk week’s requisite hours. Rah!
swampy (and everyone else) - you only watched one? you should have watched 3 or 4 - that’s the International Competition I hooked you up with. And that was only the semis. Today starting at noon CDST are the quartet finals - the 10 best in the world - tomorrow are the chorus finals. You wanna see great? check that out.
Good morning everyone. I’m up for the second time today and enjoying my big ol’ mugs of “wake the hell up”.
I was up until 4:15 this morning. so when hubby went to work, I went to bed and slept like a log until about 8:30. It felt good, although my back is protesting mightily about the length of time spent in bed.
Congrats on GIRLS, Li-Li!
I know you received the various disclaimers, but keep this in mind. While I was in labor with my daughter, the doc told me I was having a BOY. Yes, he looked at the image on the screen and said my baby was a boy. Imagine our befuddlement when I was handed a girl. Just sayin’…
I don’t have much planned for today. I need to run a couple of errands, and I’ll probably do some tidying up.
This is true, there can be screw-ups, but since i’m getting ultrasounded about every fifteen minutes until I deliver I think the chances are good that if they’re wrong someone will noticed.
Parents have taken Gnat away, didn’t get much sleep last night. More naps and then chores. Mr. Lissar’s teaching tonight, so if I am not rested I will put the kids out on the porch to freeze.
I was receiving regular ultrasounds too. My pregnancy was difficult, they thought I was having twins for awhile there, and then my daughter was six weeks premature.
So, just sayin’ don’t believe a thing until you’ve got the babes in your arms and can see for yourself.
They told me my son was going to be a boy, but I refused to believe them until I held him myself. I told them why. They laughed and fully agreed I had every right to reserve judgement on their accuracy.
I don’t know how the hell I managed to fall asleep last night, around 3am, but I did and I’m now up and functioning. It’s a miracle (I accidently fell asleep while doing homework and slept for 5 hours. Didn’t wake up until 10pm. Oops.
Damn Charter guy just stopped in front of my house 3 times in a row and backed up each time, just a little. Then he went to my neighbor’s house and did it again. He can’t find the pole he’s supposed to be working on and the backup beeping is pissing off my dogs. Now he’s back in front of my pole. I don’t know why he’d be here. LOL he’s using binoculars to look at the pole. If I were a nice person I’d go tell him how to find what he’s looking…oh wait…he’s gone again. Well now, that was probably the most interesting thing that’s going to happen to me today.
Sweetie has a 5:30am crew call tomorrow so he’s staying in a hotel tonight. That means it’s sleepover time! My mom should be here in an hour or so. She always sleeps over when Sweetie is hoteling it for the night. She gets doggie snuggle time and gets to hang with her favorite daughter for hours and hours and it makes her happy. It takes so little to make her happy. Nava - the only writing program he has on his computer is notepad. I could use google docs but the really cruddy keyboard is the major deterrent. Any time something needs to be written, we use my 'puter, 'cause it’s the one with the printer (which currently is missing both ink cartridges, which it insists on telling me EVER FRIGGEN TIME I SIGN ON!!! grumble). Taters - I brought my rabbit to the vet to be fixed (many years ago, when I still had a bunnywabbit). The vet had told me 4 times already that Juno was a girl (hence the reason we named him after a goddess). He called me after I left to tell me that when he shaved Juno to do the surgery, there was a itty bitty teeny tiny little penis! LOL Surgery ended up being less expensive and I found a small animal specializing vet shortly after that. Apparently it’s hard to sex a rabbit if you usually work on dogs and cats.
Anyway, that’s not really relevant to your story but I thought it was funny so I figgered I’d share Bobbio - As far as I can tell, there’s only one. I’m wondering if changing the thingie in the computer (network card? - the thingie the cable plugs into) would help. I have no problem doing it, as long as it’s not embedded (do they do that?). Last time I needed to change something on a Dell 'puter, it was an embedded video card. I ended up having to buy a new motherboard and nearly all new components because that stoopit video card was a POS. Got to the point that the only thing Dell on that 'puter was the case. I don’t think I’ve even cracked the case on this one yet. Might have to do that this weekend. Gotti - forgot to say…SQUEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee! So dang cute!
Howdy from da cave! Since I have been home I have had N.O.L., got a small ham bakin’ in the convection oven, argued with ATT and had a charge removed from my bill, (for what is called a “Bring Your Own Modem” Kit. Humph! They sent me a start up disk I did not even need as I just plugged in the modem, went to the web page and cranked it up. Ain’t payin’ 'em for irk I did) and paid bills. Not bad for just over an hour if’n I do say so myself.
All righty. I tidied the kitchen, cleaned the shower (oh, how I hate that chore) and just finished de-leafing the yard. As I was pulling in the side gate from mulching along the road, **FCD **stepped out of the shed, scaring the bedoobies outta me!! Since he’s not working a specific contract, once he hits 40 hours, he’s supposed to leave. So he did.
I forgot to start the crockpot N.O.T. soup this morning, so I guess we’ll have it tomorrow. Or I’ll just make my regular N.O.T. soup. Or I’ll make my sweetie take me out to supper. Decisions, decisions…
Walking past my Ginger Biscuit to close a window and saw a black spot on her ear. Took it off and realized I had a deflated tick on my hand. I crushed it with my finger nail and then remembered that I haven’t given the dogs their heart guard and frontline this month. Oops.
So, just medicated the kids. The Terrible Iggy Dammit hates it but doesn’t try to wipe it off. Holly Monkey is a perfect puppy, just like always. She doesn’t fight me and doesn’t try to wipe it off. Ginger Biscuit has no problem with me putting it on but she tries to wipe it off as soon as I put it on. Damn dog. Doesn’t she realize how expensive that stuff is?
Closed up the house and turned on the heat. I’m a good daughter.
It turns out it was Nichole in the Quicksilver room on Friday, not Jenna in the Library on Saturday. I’m talking about reservations for a dinner party at the club, what did you think I meant?
Taxi, if you figure out what causes stress in a spoiled house cat, let me know. At any rate, there were some guilty looks at work when they found out T. was sick due to stress. Silver lining and all that, I guess.
I’m getting the hard sell to sign up for a class to become a CAPM, Certified Associate Project Manager. Anybody have any opinions? My boss has also suggested the LEED Green Associate, something he’s considering for himself as well. My current certification has turned out to be fairly useless, so I’m wary of collecting more random certifications.
We’re going out to eat - yay! I just showered, which felt great. I got all the leaf crud off me, and my hands no longer smell like gasoline. Daughter will be stopping by on her way home to pick up some stuff of hers, then my sweetie and I will head out to eat.
