Ah, the flu, it just sucks doesn’t it? No, illness here, though I’m constantly fighting something off. Why? Because I work in a hospital, where, you guessed it, sick people come in. The daughter has a bit of a cold and it seems the son is coming down with it too. So far, I’ve been able to stave off those germs too.
I didn’t do any “fun” shopping this weekend. I renewed my Costco membership and bought Costco stuff. I brought the hubby along, so I didn’t get to cruise ALL of the aisles to see what new and amazing thing I could bring home. All we bought was food, soda, and water. How boring.
We did go out to dinner on Saturday. It was good. We also went and saw part of Constantine on Friday night. DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT, WASTE your money. We walked out about halfway through. It was that bad.
Rue that’s what you get for living in a cave next door to somebody who always has half-baked ideas. Hope you didn’t lose your job down at the quarry over any of this. You still havin’ trouble puttin’ that cat out at night?
Last Friday I mentioned that I was going to the local good seafood place where they have all you can eat catfish. Yes, I know catfish ain’t seafood, it’s riverfood, or pondfood depending on where it comes from, but still. Anyways, I did order the all you can eat catfish. The answer to all you can eat catfish is 15. And eight hush puppies. Plus a few fries. And a bowl of cheese grits. Yes grits! Fish and grits go together. Ok, I didn’t know about fish and grits til I moved to south Jawja. We never heard of such a thing in north GA. But now, it’s fish and grits for me. Even introduced fish and grits to the folks up home. They still think it’s weird. Dang northerners!
Ok, now I really need to get back to torturing…err… testing folks.
Maybe if I split them at the back waistband, and added and inch or two where the belt loops cover. Hmm. Any ideas?
I just had granola. Does anyone else get tired of granola about halfway through the bowl? It’s good, it just takes so much work to chew. I should have had some sensible croissants or something. I went to Costco on Friday, Taters. We have way too much food now. Maybe that’s why the pants don’t fit.
Well, it sounds as if you at least got some sort of munchies or something. Not me, nope, no way. I got steak, chicken, chicken fried rice, fruit (a munchy, sort of), Propel water, soda (or pop, or soda-pop), breakfast croissants, eggs, Italian sausage, breakfast sausage, socks, tennis shoes for hubby, pastrami, cereal, Fat Tire beer, Bistro pockets or something like that (hubby grabbed them), Triscuits, artichoke/spinach something or dip, sliced Tillamook cheese, bread, peants, and microwave popcorn, and I think that’s about it. There may have been a couple of other things the hubby snuck in, but I didn’t see or pay attention.
Well, I guess there are some kind of munchy type things in there. Just none that I typically want. I wanted some good chocolate, or…something; I just don’t know what. I have to see it to know if that’s what I want. Plus, we didn’t get any ice cream, or pie, or cake. They had a real good Tiramisu (not looking up the spelling, sorry), but we didn’t get that either. Dang…
I have a meeting at noon today (when I normally take lunch), so that means I need to rush down and grab my “usual” and cram that into my face while I’m trying to put out one of my morning reports. The meeting will be nothing but a big bitch-fest, but I am “required” to attend. :rolleyes: I have no desire to listen to any of it. I just want to scream “Suck it up and drive on”, but, well, I can’t do that. Firstly, I’m not a boss or supervisor (thank goodness), and secondly, well, I’m kinda independent within my division, so nothing I say will mean anything to the bitchers and moaners anyway. Yes, I will go in with the intention of offering constructive ideas to help this division function, but they’ll shoot me down anyway, because their opinion is the ONLY opinion and ONLY they can be right. (There are two individuals I am referring to here).
Obviously, I’m leaving a bunch of stuff out here, but suffice it to say, that there are changes occuring that none of us have any say or control over. We need to accept them, deal with them, and move on. It ain’t that hard folks. It’s just that sometimes these “supposed” grown-ups" aren’t so adult.
I need a vacation and August is a LOOOOONG way off.
Swampy, you came up in our conversation at dinner on Saturday night. We are planning on contacting some our Seattle-ite friends to get the low-down on the good spots in Seattle. We have a couple of really good spots down south here too, but I pointed out to the hubby that you probably wouldn’t be real interested in driving down here from Seattle. He’s looking forward to meeting you, as am I.
Well, I leave in two more weeks for San Diego. I am looking forward to meeting scout.
This weekend I got an invitation to my grandpa’s 80th birthday. He and my grandma retired to Brookings, Oregon (which if you don’t know is just north of the California border) and that’s where the party is going to be on Saturday, April 9th.
I’m still trying to decide whether or not I should go. I’m a cheap bastige, but in reality, I can definitely afford the trip (travelocity says it’s about $350 - it’s a real roundabout trip from San Diego to Eureka, CA).
I’m troubled. I mean, he’s 80 years old and far away. How many more times will I get the opportunity to see him (or my grandma for that matter?) He’s generally been in good health, but earlier this year he was hospitalized for something heart-related. It turned out to be not a big deal, but still…
Hey - I’m back! Who the heck are you?
It’s me, lightingtool. I used to post in these threads all the time. Did not.
Did too. Yeah, well, I don’t trust you.
Quiet, you.
So, anyway, I’m just popping in to say that I just got over a pretty bad cold that I picked up after (or while) flying home to see my Dad in the hospital. Stupid Connecticut germs messing up my newly-wimpy California self. He had bypass surgery, and he ended up with 7 bypasses. Wow, that’s a lot. I know; I thought they only did up to four. Huh. Look for the whole story in a thread coming to a forum near you called, “My Dad has more bypasses than your Dad.” If I ever get around to posting it, that is.
On preview - I think you should go see him scout, for all the reasons you mentioned. Family’s important.
First, I’m also cheap, so I’d probably drive. But that is a LONG way, so maybe I’d fly into Portland and then drive down. It’s gotta be cheaper to fly into Portland, right?
Second, I’d use this as an excuse to visit the Oregon Dopers I’ve been meaning to visit. The party’s one day, right? So make it a long weekend, have some fun in Portland, and visit with Gramps on his birthday. My dad just turned 70 this week so I cut his yard and edged and all of that stuff on Saturday. Then I ate his chili and spent the rest of the weekend shooting flames out of my butt. I’m sorry, was that TMI?
I’m through torturing…err… testing today. Now I get to wade through mountains of information and attempt to make some sense out of it all so’s I can write a real intelligent, insightful, inspiring, potential Oscar winning report. I can’t off hand think of who I want to play me in the movie but that’s purely in the planning stages at the moment.
lightingtool I’m sending prayers and good doper vibes to your father. I hope his recovery continues well.
scout go see your grandfather. The whole point would be, no regrets. Plus, you should go visit your grandparents.
What swampy said. Okay, I’m being lazy but really, I’m putting together press kits for Dolly today that have to get to the GM by tomorrow afternoon. I hate deadlines like that.
I have had a tad bit of the stomach virus thing for about 24 hours. OK, it’s more than a tad bit. Mr. Beckwall is buying stock in Cottonelle TP. I actually worked yesterday, but felt queasy all day and decided to skip the rotisserie chicken from Ralph’s last night. Good decision.
My remedy for all types of ailments - Cactus Cooler. You can mix it with Nyquil or vodka if you must, but I suggest just trying it on the rocks.
I staggered out to the Post Office today, wearing dark clothing and sunglasses in case the porcelain gods called to me. Hurray - my order from Amazon arrived! Mr. Beckwall doesn’t know it yet, but when he comes home tonight he’ll be the proud owner of theRolling Stone Album Guide and Rebel Without A Crew (thanks to Johnny L.A. for the recommendation). Even in illness, I am thinking of the happiness of others…
While my baby is living over 800 miles away and not likely to bring germs home to us, my office sounds like a tuberculosis ward with all the hacking and snuffling and stuff. It will be a miracle if I come through it unscathed.
Poor poor Rue - you need to put them rotten, sicko kids up for sale on EBay. If they’re cute enough, you might make enough to take a long tropical vacation. And if you take me along, I’ll pack my carry-on bag full of chicken and stars soup and I’ll even feed it to you. When I get back from the tropical beach. And before I go to the tropical margarita happy hour. But you’re right up there in the top 3 things!! Because I care.
Welcome back, lightingtool - I didn’t realize I missed you till I found out you’d been gone!
Glad you got back home safely, scout, and glad I got to meet you, even if I forgot about the stupid camera.
It’s been a miserable day here - cold, a little snowy earlier, and rainy now. ick. I’m ready for spring - have I said that enough yet?!? In honor of the cold and uck, I’m making potato soup for dinner. With swiss cheese. And maybe turkey bacon. I make really good potato soup. Hey, Rue, would potato soup be OK instead of some of the chicken and stars? It’s very soothing.
Oh, yeah, and my driveway is bubbly. Yesterday, my sweetie washed our cars, even tho it was really cold out. He dumped the bucket down the driveway when he was done. We have a low spot that stays puddled, and as the raindrops fall into it now, it makes bubbles. How cool is that?? Yeah, I’m easily amused - what of it?
No flu here, no no no. Just a three day headache that was kind of like the migraines I used to get. Even a vicodin didn’t make it go away for long. So I’ve done my penance, for what I dunno, and so shoo flu, getta way from me.
Were the boys too grunchy even for art, Rue? That used to shut me right up for hours when I was stuck at home. Or making cookies or something. My gramma also taught me how to crochet, which is very useful even for boys because otherwise how will they be able to repair their fishing nets? Huh?
**Scout’s ** going to go see her grampy! Give him a big hug for me, who doesn’t have any grampys anymore and would give anything for one more hug. Also, it’s beautiful up there, be sure to buy a big bear made from a stump, using a chainsaw. They’re really rare, especially near PCH 1.
It’s snowing. It waited until I went out to do laundry. Nice of the weather.
The pants-alteration seems to be going okay. They’ll still be snug, but that will make Mr. Lissar very happy.
I think I dyed one of his work shirts faintly pink. I hope he doesn’t notice.
Time for lunch. Yes, I know it’s after four, but I didn’t get up till ten and ate breakfast at noon. And we’ll eat dinner together at nine, so it all works out.
Hey Rue, it coulda been worse, the whiney snot-nosed kid annoying you all week coulda been your boss.
When I was a kid we had the plague, and the red death, and, uh, leeches, and stuff, and we **liked ** it!
I just had to do that.
Go see Grampa Scout, I wish I could see mine again. All my Greats and Grands are gone into the West now. Pretty soon I’ll be the old guy at the family reunion that all the youngens look sideways at and say "Who the Hell is that?
Iffen you decide to fly into Portland, let us know and we’ll meet up with ya, if you like. (‘We’ would Den Mum (mein wife) and I).
Happy Birthday to ShibbBoy!
The shop is closed today, but I went over and made 10 lbs of cherry flavored soap anyway.
We’re having our ‘Grand Opening’ this Friday, to coincide with the First Friday Art Walk
So guess when we get our credit card machine (which we should had already!) programmed? Yup.
On the way over I stopped at the store to pick up some stuff and bought a tin of ginger flavored altoids too. Yowza!
For some reason I’m thinking about Wilford Brimley.
All my Greats and Grands are gone into the West now. Pretty soon I’ll be the old guy at the family reunion that all the youngens look sideways at and say "Who the Hell is that?