All we human bears would do is hug the stuffin’ out of ya. 
I’ve read but no time to make comments, so yays, hugs, boos, trouts, distribute as needed.
Ok, gotta get goin’ here. I’m goin’ into work for a while this mornin’ and plannin’ on spendin’ the afternoon, tomorrow and Thursday and Friday mornin’ doin’ some work from da cave. The idea was brought up yesterday and I, of course, am all for it! Plus, I’m takin’ next Tuesday off just cause.
Later Y’all!
I’m up and about to make pancakes. Instead of listening to NPR, I’m listening to an old Ricky Martin album. (What? It’s mostly very lively, although he’s currently on a ballad that I don’t particularly care for.)
Pretty pics, Nava.
Poor Papa Tigs; but I’m sure it was necessary. Having machinery messed up in an ICU would be scary, I imagine.
::Waves at Shadow:: That LOLcat/dog/whatever really cracked me up.
Off to make pancakes. With apples.
GT
Mornin’
Off to work soon…
Lunch-
I have a Facebook page and it’s fun. I have high school and college friends, plus current friends on it. We upload photos, send each other messages etc. You can only see the pages of people who let you (you ping someone you know and they either confirm or ignore you to be a “friend”), so it’s not like random people can troll your page. You can search and see people’s name and photo, but that’s it.
I am ping’d by my students often and I always ignore those, on policy. But a lot of friends found me, and I them! It’s an easy way to stay in touch with people easily, on a detailed or casual level, as you choose. It keeps me up to date- In fact I discovered that my cousin, college rommate and girlfriend I grew up with are all are in Tel Aviv right this moment (either on vacation or living there). Cool!
It was actually developed by Harvard folks as a way to keep studnets and alumni in touch. It spread to other college campuses and eventually opened up to teh general population. I am a member of different “networks” (like my college and grad schools)- but you must have an active email address to be allowed in, so random people can join teh State U network. Most alumni associations have college email addresses (which I forward to my regular one), making it possible to participate.
More than you’d ever want to know!!!
Now that’s funny!
Did I tell you guys about Sunday night? No? Stupid work interfering with the Tale of Sunday Night. Here it is:
Toy Roommate’s puppy Stormy is in the process of being housebroken. (He’s also in the Chew On Everything stage and will probably be a rug by the end of next week.) He decided that he would destroy the hall carpet with his learning process. Toy was going to clean the carpet on Sunday, but then she took a look at the spot behind the front door. The spot behind the front door is where the Late Great Nyssa (my mini-Maine Coon–she’s my profile picture on GoodReads) used to let us know that she wanted the litterbox cleaned out. Great Evil lived in that spot.
Complicated Roommate’s been talking about putting down laminate flooring forever since we moved into the house and found out the idiot yuppies who lived here before us thought oatmeal colored carpet was a good idea in reclaimed swampland. :mad: :smack: :mad: The living room was on its way to being stained beyond belief before we got here and since then the carpet’s only gotten worse with the hall recently topping the list of Nasty. So on Sunday the wild hair popped up.
“I HATE THIS CARPET!” Complicated declares. “Let’s get rid of it. Bare concrete would be better than this.” (I bless the zoning codes of Floodvegas that declare You Must Build Upon Concrete Slabs and Only Concrete Slabs.)
“Does anyone have a boxcutter?” Yes. I have a boxcutter, my only souvenir of my time in Hell working at Tarzhay. Said terrorist device was produced. Complicated began cutting a seam at everyone’s bedroom door. WOWCrack managed to tear himself away from his crack to help pull up the carpet. The stench of the spot behind the front door nigh overwhelmed us.
The carpet was dragged outside and dumped in the firepit. Then came the removal of the strips of carpet tacks. There was only one hammer in the house. I had seen a hammer on the side of the road when I walked Zeldadog, so I went down the road to find it again and give it a good home. In the time between the walk and Sunday, the sides of the road had been mowed. I went a mile down the road without seeing the hammer, turned around and came home. WOWCrack had stepped on a strip of carpet tacks and was cleaning his foot. Complicated had gotten most of the strips up. Toy was sweeping up the debris. I helped sweep debris which was also taken to the firepit.
The fire was large and burned a long time. We all stood and enjoyed the death of the nasty hall carpet. Stormy nearly died when Toy found out he had chewed her cell phone cord. (He nearly died again last night when I found out he left a smelly present in front of my bathroom door.)
Burning carpet doesn’t smell too good. Humidity, the kind you get before a rain, causes the smell to hang around a while. Boy I hope it rains a long time today. The neighbors all hate us now. We’ll have to burn the pine straw off of the roof to make up for it.
Morning. Fay is visiting, I’m caffeinated and off to work.
Spaz, make Stormy into a vest, that way he’ll compliment Mittens, Socks, and Tie.
Neat pics, Nava!
Lunch, my parents moved so much after I left, it was 12 years before I visited the same place twice.
gt, I sent that LOL to my Pom owning mother. Make sure you get your chores done this morning, young lady!
“Stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once” was Lady Macbeth (Act III, Scene IV). Happy now, rigs?
It’s Tuesday, I’m back at work today, nothing exciting to report either. Got lots of little jobs to get through and shiny new boss is impressed because she thought she’d given me enough to last me a week at least.
She’s come up with an idea that means I can impress her even more 'cos it’s something that I think has database written all over it. So I’m going to construct a database and it’ll be all shiny and fantastic. Yes it will. So there.
Good morning!
Looks like I might be getting a laptop for CollegeBoy. He doesn’t know it yet. 
Gotta get busy. Have a great day!
btw, Echod, are you going to the Paul McCartney concert?
Great photos! I want to go…
:: yawn :: Can I go back to bed yet? :: yawn ::
When can I ever get a break? Just as I was leaving work to take the van in for service, I opened my company e-mail, and the first item in my inbox was the obit for my old project boss at NASA. I didn’t even know she was sick.
Now I have to go to a wake tonight. 
:mad: This is the third death in 5 days of someone who is more than a passing acquaintance.
Trust the Brit to know… and now I think I used it incorrectly. Anyhoo, there was no celebration, recognition or sad parting of the ways when I went to college. I just went. In fact, I think they probably SAID that quote to me–“don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out…”
I am exhausted–I was up half the night with #1 son who has a bad sunburn from his retreat weekend. (which means he must have taken his shirt off at some point. This amazes us here at Chez Rigs because even in 100 degree heat he wears an undershirt AND a T-shirt. I have no idea where this came from, seeing as neither TH or myself ever made him wear undershirts after about age 2. 
Poor kid–he went to school today, tanked up on Motrin and lotion.
I am cooking steel cut oats for brekkies. Those pics of Scotland are to die for–it is so freaking beautiful. Today is busy run around like a chicken day.
Hazel–do whatever you want that makes you feel good. Now, there’s good advice, if a bit vague.
A disjointed post, but what the hell. I WANT FINGERLESS GLOVEE THINGIES TO TYPE WITH IN THE WINTER TIME. I am willing to pay big bucks (or at least for the yarn and postage) if anyone is interested. A nice gray/blue variegated yarn would be nice-no furry yarns, please. A wool blend, perhaps. Anyone interested? <puppy eyes>
Jesus, Vundie. I am so sorry.
Ooh, forgot to thank Nava for the wonderful pics of Scotland - thanks bunches!! I’d love to visit the British Isles some day – all of it, England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales and the little islands too!! I may just have to settle for pics of the, though.
Sorry about your former boss, BBBobbio, many hugs extended to you.
The fiscal year is starting to wind down here, which means things will be really cranking into gear very shortly. Heh. Not a fun time, let me tell ya. Ah well!
I just want to say, before I start on the madness that is today, that I just beat a friend in Scrabble Beta who I have been losing to for the last YEAR. I am doing end zone dances and war whoops over here. Not only did I beat him, I beat him with a bingo and using my last tiles in the same move.
Life does not get better than this.
(I think I’m ready for the nursing home now…)
Howdy, all! You’ve been very busy since yesterday.
kai, MORE STORIES! MORE STORIES!!
shadow, have you considered driving a horse cart?
bobbio, unfortunately that’s one of the downfalls of getting older. My condolences.
rigs, when you loosen up on the “mom” persona, they are so nice to be around.
spaz, may I recommend crate training?
Tonight Mr. Anachi and I are having dinner with an old friend of mine who I haven’t seen in 30 years. We’ve kept in touch through mail sporadically but haven’t been fact to face in that long. It will be much fun.
Off to look at Scottish Pics.
Tupug
Mama Tigs I love your fingerless mittens. They are kee-yoote. I want to make a pair of mittens, but I don’t know how to make the thumb separation. Is it difficult? Are there any good online tutorials?
Will have to look at the pictures later, Nava, but I can’t wait. I’ve always wanted to go to Ireland/Scotland.
Rigs when does your daughter leave? I found that my mother and I got a long much better when I lived away.
(Thinking of my mother, today is her birthday…mental note to call her later. I sent a card, but I don’t know if it got there yet–she lives in the middle of nowhere.)
Great pics, Nava! Loch Ness is beautiful!
No hammering or drilling so far today at work. My fingers are crossed that it stays that way! It’s nice and peaceful right now.
Morning, all. Gorgeous Scottish photos, Nava! And it’s nice to have a face to put with the pixels – we may be invisible most of the time, but we really do exist! So there!
I’m sorry, Bobbio. That really sucks.
Yes, kai, MORE STORIES! I love your stories!
Rigs, while you may be sad right now, consider this. You’re only a few more years away from those magic words: “Mom, when you told me X, you were right.” Sweetest words a mother can hear, trust me!
Yay for impressing Shiny New Boss, BooFae! Although I do miss your Tin Knickers tales. You really need to find some insane coworker to regale us with more tales, you know; you spoiled us!
Mittens are easy, mousie. The patterns tell you exactly how to make the thumbs – I was pleasantly surprised at how little work they are. I’ve made a bunch of mittens over the years, and find them easier than almost anything else. I’ve not made gloves, but I’m sure it’s the same principle.
I finally got in the zone for a while last night, and managed to get through a nice chunk of work. Alas, it wasn’t quite the whole job, but I’m optimistic I can finish this piece of crap today. I hate people who throw “you know” into every single sentence at least four or five times; they become incoherent after a while. Oh well, at least they pay me well to put up with them.
Driveby…
Need moar sleep.
Nava - Awesome Scotland pics. Someday I want to wander the highlands and moors and tour the castles myself.
Zoom…
Bah. The Dinner Fairy did NOT get the hint, so I had to cook dinner when we got home. I just about slugged him (the ersatz Dinner Fairy) when he asked “When’s dinner?” not ten minutes after DH and I got home.
Ughh… there’s still too much blood in my coffee.
I’m just pondering how popular I might be if I was able to make and sell fingerless gloves at the Dickens Fair. My brain’s jammed in Renaissance mode now, so I can’t think the Dickensian terms for mongers and peasants, but some of them wear such things. Just not in such a glowing purple… No matter. I can’t knit.
Off to pretend to look productive.