Girls Week Out at the Beach: An MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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My guitar died. Or is terminally ill; I took it to an indy-type shop yesterday and the guy looked at it like it was a dead rat. “I can’t fix that,” said he disdainfully. To be fair, it was better than him fixing it and then charging me an amount that could buy another guitar - particularly since the one I have now is dirt dirt cheap. He said I’d be better off investing in a decent one even if I never become a “serious” guitar player. I suppose he’s right, but guitars are frickin’ expensive!

Hey, you’re preaching to the choir here. I’ve been an ESL teacher for 5 years, doncha know. :wink: It’s just that my current ESL students are not very good at spoken English, so seeing them write well is a bit of a surprise; but ESL students usually tend to be better at writing and grammar anyway.

Must go teach class. :: yaaaaaawn ::

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It’s all I can do to read ths each day - I’m busier than a one-armed paper-hanger!!! Hugs and kisses…

:: drives by again ::

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Look, there’s nothing wrong with our hippos! They practically never attack or eat people! They’re very friendly!

rigs, I sympathise in the bracing-for-relative-visit. It’s awful when something you should be able to enjoy is always, always a pain in the butt.

Yes. Sigh. There was kind of drama when Mr. Lissar got home. I told him I was working, and why, and he went in to Wring-His-Neck mode, and called my work to get Idiot’s number, to chew him out personally. They, sensibly, refused, but totally sympathised. I explained to Mr. Lissar, “I’m not going in because he needs me. I’m going in because he’s put everyone else in an impossible position.”.
Thankfully, now everyone, including my passive, non-aggressive manager, is pissed off as hell at him. If you know several weeks in advance that you can’t work a specific day, you talk to the manager, and he or she arranges things. If you don’t want to get the schedule rearranged, you find a co-worker who is willing to switch. If you can’t or don’t do either, then you come in. You don’t phone that afternoon to announce you ‘just can’t come in, sorry’.

Here’s hoping he gets fired. Jackass.

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Any of the [del]old farts[/del] mature mumpers visited google.com this morning. I’m talking to YOU, bobbio! :slight_smile: And while you’re at it, play the audio at wiki for a senior moment. :smiley:

li-li, I have a large box of packing peanuts iffen you wanum. That’s all I’m sayin…

haze, why don’t you try that freecycle whasis site? It could work.

mbg, er, are you SURE you can blame that on Cuervo??? :wink:

That’s all I got for now.

Tupug

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Uh, yeah. Sputnik happened 4 years before I was born. :stuck_out_tongue:

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Looking at the map, less than five miles due south of the house. I wasn’t even at home when it happened. The Chesapeake Sheriff’s Dept had their annual Food Fest, and our company has a booth there every year. I was busy helping the cuties at the bar serve the likker.

I don’t have any information other than what was in the paper this morning.

And Sputnik was launched about six years before I was born.

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Right… Well, you should remember as part of your NASA [del]brain washing[/del] indoctrination. :stuck_out_tongue:

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The weekend approacheth, and I’m rather looking forward to it. Well, Thanksgiving I think is going to be a bit awkward (small house, lots of guests) but apparently the weather is supposed to be pretty impressive, so it may turn out OK after all. We’re bringing salad. Rather boring, but finances dictate right now that “fancy” is not a word my wallet wants to hear.

In the mean time I’m bringing my caffeine system back up to code, and I’m growing irritated with my work-local supermarket. Not only have they had the worst fruit this year (peaches and nectarines hard as a bullet, plus a complete lack of sweet seedless tangerines all year), but they aren’t stocking my newly-discovered favourite snack! (For those of you who have never tried Pretzel Pete Garlic & Cheese Pretzel Nuggets, you are missing out on a snack that I am certain that Og himself created out of love for his people. They’re like crunchy, pretzel-ey hunks of savory garlic bread.) They cleared them out one week for like $2 per 200g box, and I bought a couple, and now they’re just not stocking them anymore. Bastages! If I can’t find them locally again I may just have to order them from that Amazon page (and I didn’t even realize they sold them 'til I Googled it just now.) That is assuming they are getting more in stock, because they only have one in stock and it looks like it’s being cleared out too.

I hate it when I discover something awesome and then it disappears. I feel like I am being toyed with.

FCM - I believe the correct term is dentized.

DoggyButler - You guys get Molson down there? Cool. It’s nice to know some real beer can be had thereabouts. :slight_smile: (I prefer Molson Dry myself, but Canadian will do just fine, too. This assumes that there is no Corona, Sleeman Cream or Rickards Red at hand.)

bbs2k - Okay, here’s what has happened so far: First the earth cooled. And then the dinosaurs came, but they got too big and fat, so they all died and they turned into oil. And then the Arabs came and they bought Mercedes Benzes. And Prince Charles started wearing all of Lady Di’s clothes. I couldn’t believe it…

Heff&Roo - Well, at the time I wasn’t aware that LiLi provided on-demand Karaoke services. Now that I do, however, I … um … well … I guess that actually doesn’t change anything, really. Sorry. Carry on.

(And will someone please kick the damn hamsters? Preview keeps timing out on me.)

Ha! Goatse reference on today’s Two Lumps. :smiley: (Yes, I’m surfing other sites 'til someone resurrects the hamsters.)

Ah! Finally, it’s back.

Of course, now I’m mired in work. Bleh.

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Back with nice clean toofies! see: * :smiley: *

I’ve got a load of jeans in the washer, I vacuumed both cars, cleaned out the trunk of the Jetta, and loaded it with stuff we’re taking to Mom’s. I still have to pack clothes for 2 days and pack doggy stuff. We’ll be outta here about noon-thirty. Meanwhile, I’m sweating like crazy.

If you don’t hear from me till Saturday, don’t fret. I may or may not get on Mom’s computer, but we’ll be home Sat afternoon.

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Aw, that’s so cute. :slight_smile:

Li-Li, sorry to hear about annoying co-worker. I hope you don’t have to deal with him for much longer.

I’ve just discovered that I’m lot more fastidious than I realized. When it comes to common areas, anyway. I’ll be the first to admit that my room is an unholy mess; but I really really like for areas like the living room and kitchen to be neat. And Cloud Maiden, apparently, does not share my preferences. :smack: I know I should ask her to do stuff instead of doing it all myself, but I HATE asking people to do stuff, even when I’m perfectly justified in doing so. I’d much rather just do everything on my own. It’s not the best pattern to fall into, I suppose, but a perverse part of me actually takes satisfaction in cleaning stuff, so it could be worse.

At least she cooks. :wink:

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It’s almost Thanksgiving! And almost my birthday! (Saturday) Still time to get me a Manul cat!

The Dope wouldn’t work for me between nine thirty and ten thirty. For this we pay $15? Unless you’re a Charter Member. The discount price is nice.

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Good <checks clock> morning, all. I’ve been flat in bed since yesterday right after I posted; I got hit HARD with Teh Sleepies, accompanied by Teh Sick. So I’ve been in bed since then, prying myself out this morning only long enough to feed the Idiots and close up the house and turn on the AC – it’s not that hot, but it’s miserably humid and when you’re lying in bed bathed in sweat already, it doesn’t help that the humidity is about 99.9%. Oh, and I also had to send in “I’m sick” emails to a coule of folks I owe work to, explaining why they aren’t getting it.

So what’s with the hamsters, anyway? The board was offline yesterday just before I went to bed, and this morning I couldn’t get in for quite a while. Does it just hate me, or what?

Anyway, I got nuttin’ except this pounding headache so I’m going back to bed. Everybody be good while I’m recuperating! And keep the noise down (especially that darned hippo – make it stop pounding its feet when it walks!), my head hurts!

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It’s okay, SpecialOne.

I forgot last night to say hi for MT, but she was feeling so crappy she went to bed and wasn’t online. I know, I know…she needs a laptop. I don’t know what I did without mine and I’ve only had it for about a month and a half!

One nice thing about the whole Starbucks thing is that actual coffee is easy to find almost anywhere, since the crap in the room is usually just enough to get me out the door to get actual coffee. Unfortunately, Starbucks was the best I could find, but since I think they spike theirs with extra caffeine I’m not going to complain much. I don’t like their stuff much, but mmm…caffeine. I’ll need it for the drive.

There is a Borders right down the road. I did not go there last night. I am being almost frighteningly good!

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Oh, yeah, one thing. I am highly amused by the anti-littering signs Washington has up now. “LITTER AND IT WILL HURT.”

Damn. They’re not messing around!

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Did they get Joe Pesci as their spokesman?

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Hey, me too! See? :smiley:

Speaking of missing mumpers (well, someone did a while ago), where’s Ellen been?

We had insect-hamster-cat fun last night. A moth flew into the apartment (through the door that was open to the balcony - which is enclosed with bird fencing, see earlier reference - so the cat could be “outdoors”), and knowing that the cat loves to chase moths, **KeithT **grabbed it to give to her. But she wasn’t around. So he put it in the hamster’s cage and called the hamster over to see the moth. Thor (the hamster) likes bugs so we thought he’d have fun chasing a moth.

Not so. The fluttering wings scared the crap out of him and he DOVE out of the little “penthouse” and down his tube and buried himself in his shavings. I don’t think his tiny little paws actually touched the tubes; he seemed to just fly through them and off to safety.

So we finally located the cat and she saw the moth and went crazy. She just LOVES to chase flying things (but not creeping things - they must have wings). So she caught it and played with it for a while before mostly dispatching it but refusing to eat it.

So we then gave it *back *to Thor, who now thought it was the awesomest snack ever and devoured the whole thing. Pets are fun.

Oh and I also meant to ask - swampy, have you heard back from the company that you tested with a week or two ago?

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I killed the MMP! Come back! I didn’t mean it!

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Well, if you just hadn’t brought up the moths… :dubious: :wink:

Such a nice day outside, but I need a nap. And then maybe I’ll have the energy to clean the house a bit.

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Aw, c’mon Haze… you broke down awful fast… We decided we’d string her along for 5 hours, right? :stuck_out_tongue: :smiley:

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It’s like taxi is readin’ my mind! I came in to post about that and other stuff. First off, I got an email from P&G (the company) sayin’ I had passed the test (DUH!) and I can expect to hear from them within the next two weeks about an interview. YAY! Second, next week, I have third shift at da brewry. :frowning: It’s good that I’m workin’ and all and there is a shift premium (two bucks an hour) for third but still, I am not a night person so this shall be an experience. They want me on the keg line to learn stuff there, which is good, cause learnin’ stuff is good, right? I’m tryin’ to convince myself of this. Also, since Miller has a weird idea of work weeks, my shift shall not commence until 11:00 P.M. Monday. So, it’s like I get a three day weekend. However, this means my Friday shift is 11:00 P.M. Friday - 7:00 A.m. Saturday.

Anywho, I’m up for next week’s MMP, right gt? That means that since I’ll need to keep my hiney up Sunday night so’s I can adjust to third shift, the next MMP shall be up bright and early east coast USA time, meaning just after midnight EDT. That should make some of you late nighters happy. So, I have that. Oh and as promised the MMP is full of awful puns. Just got y’all on pins and needles don’t I? :smiley:

Puggy I was three when Sputnik was launched and yes, I remember Telstar. Thanks for that earwig. :stuck_out_tongue:

Ok, off to meet ol’ y’all know who for supper. He’s back and tahred poor thang. We’re going to that paragon of fine dining we so love known as The Three Squares Diner. Then, who knows, maybe I’ll go back to his place to do a little “welcome” home, if he’s not too tahred to be “welcomed”. :wink:

Later Y’all!