I don’t really have much to add, I just wanted to say Hi to all the MMPers. Everyone seems to be doing well this week, good news.
This weekend doesn’t look good; it’s supposed to be really hot and humid. Yuck. The landlord wants to come out for some reason, so we have to clean the house to ‘company’ standards, the very last thing I want to do when I come home from work.
Started the new assignment, but have only been here two days, so not much to report.
I am so desperate for a haircut that I have resorted to cutting my own bangs, but can’t find time to get to a hairdresser. I’ll go to any salon at this point; I’m not even finicky about going to the girl who usually does it.
Have a nice weekend, everyone, if I don’t get in here tomorrow.
There are three nicely chilled bottles of champagne in my beerator. It’s called a beerator but it also holds chilled champagne, wine, soda and peach schnapps. I like peach schnapps. So, I got that all covered.
<snerk> big rainbow colored tires. <snerk>
BTW, the “celebratin’” will be done on Saturday. The trap I’m setting includes a juicy Tbone steak, garlic smashed taters (not our taters and since we’ll both be eatin’ em the garlic’s ok), and strawberries dipped in chocolate. Plus champagne. I’m wantin’ to be all romantical like. Plus ACBG thinks I’m spoiling him when I do this. Just makes it all the easier.
Tomorrow we’re having an employee appreciation lunch at work. I’m grilling burgers and all beef hot dogs. We have a grill at work. A nice gas one. We use it a lot. Tater salad and baked beans have been ordered from a place that makes both things real good. I just made six gallons of punch. It’s a combo of ginger ale, pink lemonade and oj. It’s good. Tomorrow night I am going to a dinner party. It’s a monthly get together thing but I have to go alone cause ACBG will be dealing with work stuff tomorrow so he can be free on Saturday so we can spend a whole day together lyin’ around the pool and such. I’m making my company smashed taters (not our taters) which is essentially garlic smashed taters but dressed up with some cream cheese, mushrooms and cheddar cheese. It’s called company smashed taters cause it’s fancy smashed taters.
-swampbear (cooking almost as much as Lissla does)
Taters, your daughter looks very nice. Grown up, but not too grown up.
Bumba, what makes you think that we would not continue to be perfectly civilized and grown up in your absence? ::Struggles to hide keg of beer and recently used - but disinfected (really!) - Doperball::
Ideas, ideas, I’m getting ideas…How about an MMP craft club? We could put together lovely chandeliers from all kinds of unusual materials and store them in FCM’s basement (that way the original chandelier in the collection won’t feel so lonely and unwanted). We could easily re-create the goldplated one. 2-inch sphere…golf ball? styrofoam? Covered in lovely gold glitter glue - I’m sure it would be striking. Bend up a few wire hangers for the arms. Hmmm…not sure what to use for the faceted crystal spheres, but someone will have an idea - this is a creative group! Sounds like fun, no?.. No?.. No?.. Anyone?
GT
And yes, FCM, the truckload of chocolate is on its way. What was your favorite again?
Oh, and on preview I see swampy’s been here. For some reason, I’m developing a hankering for smashed taters (not our taters). Not sure why that would be.
But speaking of crafts, my next ceramics class starts Oct 8. It’s already open for registration, so I’ll be signing up me and my sweetie next week - payday, you know. I can’t wait - I wanna squoosh some clay!
Awwwwww, maaaaan…and we were going to have so much fun, too!!
::Walks away muttering to herself…“no playing ball indoors…mumble mumble…no craft club…mumble mumble…I’m bored…mumble mumble…there’s never anything to do around here…mumble…”::
Mmmmm…yes, real custard. Yummy! Do you mean instant? 'Cause that stuff’s nasty. I got an eclair at my grocery store one time–they have an excellent bakery, but for some reason they put instant filling in the eclair. Very disappointing. I have found a decent frozen Boston cream pie–I think it’s Mrs. Smith’s.
gardentraveler, I’m with you on the craft club! I think it sounds like fun. Just don’t tell FairyChatMom! We can sneak the chandeliers into her basement–she’ll never know it was us!
Speaking of cats, Scraps, our pretty girl, has begun her nightly recitation of the “I’m So Lonely” Cantata in Mew Flat. Mrrowr? Mrrrowrr? Mrowrrr?..as she wanders the house looking for the other two troublemakers. Every. Night.
It wouldn’t be so bad if mere humans were acceptable substitutes for her. We’d play with her. But, alas, our pretty girl has a moral compunction against fraternizing with the servant class…
I’ve had a very frustrating day at work, the STOOOOOPITTTTT e-mail still isn’t working because the STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPIT server isn’t recognizing the fact that EVERY FRIGGIN’ FILE is EMPTY!!! ARRRGH!!! Then someone TOTALLY destroyed my Schedule Release. I had value errors everywhere! There are only FIVE people with the password to edit this spreadsheet. Of course, when I talked to the other four people, they all denied messing it up and improperly deleting cells. :dubious: :rolleyes: I told them sweetly, but firmly, that I was through trying to fix it. They have made this type of error way too many times, and I simply don’t have the time to go in and fix it when they screw it up. I had a back up from Monday and they were just going to have re-enter all the providers and schedules they had entered since then. I’m sure I made a lot of friends today. The iron fist in the velvet glove came out and I think they were a little shocked. I’m usually a very nice, easy going person, but when I’m ticked at work I get very quiet, very firm, and there is no messing around with me. Period. I manage to do this in a pleasant manner, but there is no mistaking that I’m not to be trifled or argued with.
Mr. Taters was lurking again and saw all your lovely compliments about our daughter. He showed them to her as well. She said to thank you all. Both the hubby and I thought they were very nice comments as well.
Why yes, Swampy, that is a little cherub behind my daughter in the photo. He is not naked however; he has a very strategically placed little robe thingy over his jewels and stuff.
There sure is a lot of talk about smashed taters here today. I tell you what, I sure felt like getting smashed. Not with a tater masher of course, but perhaps with liquor that comes from taters…such as VODKA. Did I do that? Of course not! I must work tomorrow and…I had to drive the daughter to the movies to meet her buds and pick her up. Getting smashed, with vodka, not a tater smasher, would not be responsible and it wouldn’t be practical since this is Thursday night.
I think I need Swampy as a boss. We don’t get Employee Appreciation days, and nobody grills us food, or makes us fancy company smashed taters, or anything. <Sniff>
Folks, chaoticdonkey is new at this stalker stuff. I think I’m his first internet stalk, so he’s learning. He’s shown much improvement this week. I’m sure any future victims will be flattered by his professional stalking techniques.
jayjay you exist to put out food and clean the litter box mostly. Occasionally you may be called upon for a massage, but nothing more. That’s what happens when a cat employs you. I don’t have a cat. Or a dog. Or an albino rhino, but I want one.
Just to clear things up, the company smashed taters (not our taters) are for dinner tonight, not employee appreciation day. The burgers, dogs, baked beans, tater salad and homemade pound cake (from the place where they make really good pound cakes) with strawberries and whipped cream are for employee appreciation day.
taters I thought it was a rule that garden cherubs had to be nekkid. I’ve never actually one seen one enrobed before. Is this some kinda northwestern thing?
For something sorta bad, it should work out about as well as you could hope.
The Little Woman is taking next week off. That means she’ll be here at home. Probably underfoot when I’m trying to get some things done. (That’s just the way things are. If I’m trying to do something, there’s everyone, underfoot.) What does this mean to you? Really, not much. The MMP might be a little late, but it should be here. I mean, we’re not going anywhere on this vacation (Remember? We just got a new heat pump. And with all the new heat that’s rolling in, that’s a Good Thing.) We might go out and catch a movie. I get to go to the dentist. Fun stuff like that, but no big vacation plans.
Just so’s you all know.
We got the car back. Apparently there was nothing really wrong with it. Nothing the “shop” could find anyway. The alternator, which is where I thought the problem was but what do I know about cars?, is fine. Why did the battery die on me without warning? It’s a mystery. But there’s the new battery in there now, so I’m not even going to think about it. As far as I know, and as far as I’m concerned, everything is just fine. (If I keep saying that, it’ll be true.)
You’re kid’s all cute Taters. For a kid.
I had the sweet & sour pork take-out yesterday for lunch, and then forgot to post the fortune (or is it “fourtune” in the UK and Canada?)
Good Luck bestows upon you.
You will get what your heart desires.
Lucky Numbers 2, 8, 14, 23, 33, 43
Yesterday there was a catalog in the mail with all kinds of nekkit lawn cherubs in it. It also had the little boy peein’ fountain. There were some other fascinatin’ lawn geegaws like this lady and this dragon which Mr. Anachi and I want to get for a friend who lives in a snooty neighborhood.
taters, have an extry smashed taters cocktail this weekend when you don’t have to drive anywhere. You deserve it.
gt, how long do you think it’ll be before fcm figures out we’re sneakin’ into her basement for our, erm, craft club meetins???
sean, that one is just entirely too easy for the <snerk> factor…but I bet he does it anyway. (on preview I see I was right!)
rue, so what you’re basically sayin’ is wifey gets a vacation and you do double time?
The iron fist in the velvet glove came out and I think they were a little shocked. I’m usually a very nice, easy going person, but when I’m ticked at work I get very quiet, very firm, and there is no messing around with me. Period. I manage to do this in a pleasant manner, but there is no mistaking that I’m not to be trifled or argued with.