I forgot to tell y’all all about the big excitement at work today. In about 20 minutes we are unvailing, for the first time anywhere, the 2005 Official City of Albany, GA Christmas Ornament! YAY! It’s a fundraiser thingy we do. Got the mayor, city commissioners, county commissioners, newspaper, teevee and all showin’ up. The mayor will read a proclaimation that proclaims this to be the Official City of Albany Christmas Ornament. Then he buys the first one. Big times!
Oh and we have finger sammiches (they look more like pimento cheese than fingers to me though), chicken salad puffs (who knew one could stuff chicken salad into little pastry puffs), cheese straws (made by yours truly), mini quiches (mmmm… quickies), and other stuff like some kinda cookies that have powdered sugar on 'em. It’s lunch! YAY!
Gillian while agree if we were “with” each other it wouldn’t work, I do kinda like the part about annoying the hubby and ACBG. I’m always up for really annoyin’ somebody.
I am concerned about Mr. Picunurse. Please take him in right away!
I love the big seven-foot Jesus, swampy! Now there is something you don’t get to do every day. I remember a comedian talking about how different congregations have different Jesuses. Episcopalians have slightly plump, pale non-suffering looking Jesuses sort of lounging up there. Your Hispanic Catholics, on the other hand, have really lurid, bloody tough looking suffering Jesuses. Swarthy and a real “I can take it, man” look on their faces. LOL. I always think of this when I go into a new church. What kind of Jesus will they have? The Jesus in my church growing up was sort of nakkie. I remember wondering as a small child: what’s Jesus doing in a diaper? After that, other Jesuses looked too clothed to me.
Well, anyway, I spent the weekend tending to poor sick hubbie, still abed. Although he did drag into work this morning to hook up a network of computers for someone who just HAD to have it, and right now. :rolleyes: “Oh sorry you’re sick, get your ass in here right now, my project is more important than your health.” Like that. Grr.
I did do some pre-Thanksgiving planning. Well, I decided I might make two turkey breasts, rather than roasting a whole bird. And I totalled up how many people will be there. 12! 12 adults and 8! Eight kids! Yowza. Probably just 6 of them will be staying at my house however. Wee hoo! I love holidays. I actually do.
And … I made white chili. It was awesomely wonderfully good. My family said so. So it must be true. And! Yumsters! I made some banana nut muffins. From scratch, based on a Betty Crocker recipe, but with my own touches. Like vanilla. And oats, and a bit of soy flour and wheat germ. You eat Ellen’s food, you get Healthy with a capital H.
Bonkydonkey – How goes it with electric beard man?
**beckwall ** - water heaters are one of those few household things where it’s understood that the replacement is needed now. As in NOW. As in “we’ll be there in three hours” - not “I’ll wash the dishes by hand in the sink while I wait two days for the dishwasher to be fixed.”
Makes me nervous as my water heater’s been making some fierce pounding and rattling noises. Waiting to hear from the home warranty people if they’ll cover a heater before it actually dies. They’d previously recommended draining the sediment, but the thing has 17 years of crud in it and the drain valve is blocked so I can’t drain anything. I did at least check that the pressure relief valve does work, so the thing shouldn’t explode.
Carrying over from last week’s MMP…
I’ve removed 99.9% of the nasty old trellis / pergola / patio roof - all that remains are the 4x4" wood blocks bolted to the house that the thing was nailed to, and the brackets that are cast into the concrete patio to hold the posts. Need to have a de-nailing party as the trash service will take the whole pile of wood, but only after I remove the nails. Bleah. Some parts of the structure look like it was nailed to death.
At one point, my center of gravity shifted and I went ass-over-sawzall and landed on a pile of naily boards. Not sure how I managed to avoid getting poked by any of them or get sliced by the Big Ugly Blade in the saw. Really, that’s the name of this foot-long blade. Does a fine job of demolition and the name is accurate.
The bees were another distraction. I’m flailing away at the pergola with that big blade and an even bigger hammer. Name of this game is pure demolition with no plans of recycling any of it. The wood is so old and dry that it often shatters when hit. The carpenter bees didn’t help it any when the chewed their holes and tunnels. I took a whack at one chunk and heard a faint zzzzzzzz. I pressed on and the noise escalated to zzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!* as bees and something looking like big black beetles start pouring out of holes in the wood. Run away! Run away!
Eventually the bees decide to live somewhere else and I finish bashing and chopping. I now have a fairly neat pile of about 250 1x6 boards and a very unruly heap of 4x4s and 2x8s that all need to be cut into 4’ lengths, de-nailed and tied into bundles. Eh. Later!
picunurse, picuhubby is in my thoughts. Shoulda dragged him to the ambulance…
Yeah, cubbychaos…what’s goin’ on with my vicarious college lightning-bearded sexual experience here? Move it, son!
Let’s see…last night we all went to Red Lobster for dinner because supervenusfreak was feeling extravagant. MMmmmmm…seafood…and cheddar garlic biscuits. eyes roll back Who needs sex, right?
While I would normally agree with you, having spent the last 2 1/2 months living with my parents and brother, I’m not so up for annoying anyone just now. They’ve worn me down. I expect to recover just as soon as I’m back in Burnaby. There I can annoy my hubby, two single male roommates (room-mates?), my cat, my husband’s sister, (although I have to be very careful about that) and other assorted Canadians (this can be as easy as simply existing in some cases, although I try to keep my USness under wraps.) Also, I can annoy my kids and other family members long distance through email, which, while it means I can’t see the look on their faces, has the added benefit that I also can’t get smacked upside the head, like this :smack: !
Swampy and me, which is why it wouldn’t work for me to be “with” him, (see above)! I feel safe in making this assertion for Swampy 'cause it’s not like he’s keeping it a secret or anything.
Friday night it was freezing cold up here, like 24 degrees. I am proud to say I didn’t turn on the heat even then, although I was sorely tempted, because I knew that was going to be the only night that it was going to be that bad.
I played a lot of Soul Caliber III and even managed to unlock a whole bunch of stuff.
And as for the sex, I’ll raise my hand, too, please. But seafood is a fairly good substitute.
picunurse, hope your hubby recovers soon. This wouldn’t be something left over from his run-in with the computer store, would it? They didn’t shoot him with somekind of brain ray I hope?
DraeVelvet Goldmine - that’s the movie were the straightest man is Eddie Izzard, right? I thought that pegged kinda high on the irony scale. But what do I know?
Other than that, I got nothing. Ecept my girlfriend is looking for another job. The new owners at the restaurant keep slicing shifts off her schedule, but won’t tell her why? If she’s still there in December (which I hope she won’t be) she’ll have only two shifts per week, down from 5 since the beginning of October. If she was rude to the customers or spit into their drinks, I could understand why they’d want to make her quit. But my GF is the most popular and well-liked worker there from the customers’ points of view. But the people that own the place have already run two other beach bars/restaurants into the ground, so I guess they know what they’re doing.
That’s it. Eddie’s the only one who’s not consistently crossdressing, and the irony almost burns. Although my favorite part of that is the scene in the office–if you look closely, you’ll notice that the gigantic photo behind his desk that appears to be a sultry Marilyn shot is actually him.
First, I have to say THANK YOU for all your good thoughts and prayers, it means a lot to me.
A little update: I got up at 8:30 and called his doctor’s office. I spoke with the RN. We have an appt at 11:45 (I’m driving.)
I just gave him some breakfast and told him about the appt. He was meek as a kitten about it. Seems he noticed his black eye in the mirror and decided maybe I know best this time. Now he’s telling me he wants a queen size bed in his hospital room. I guess he has internalized the idea that this isn’t ok.
The reason I didn’t argue last night about going to the ER was that, he was alert, and oriented to time and place, I was able to stop his bleeding in less than a minute, and he’s a fire fighter, if he didn’t want to go, and I called 911, they’d side with him. He’s 6’2" and I’m 5’4", does anyone really think I could MAKE him go anywhere he really didn’t want to? Understand, when he’s not coughing himself into unconsciousness, he’s his normal, stuborn self, and strong as an ox.
I am mostly worried about the long term and we WILL get some answers today.
Oh, BTW, now I’m coughing too. I guess immunity to pertussis is short term even after having the desease. I had it in 1992, they told me I would be immune from then on. I guess not. At least I’m not going out like a cheap light bulb.
The nurse is going to meet me in the parking lot to give me a mask.
:eek:
And maybe hubby needs a mask as well? Hope you get your answers–even it’s being admitted for 24 hr observation, with CT head and some labs…<crosses fingers>
I can no longer keep the various bears and donkeys straight here–I’m left with have sex if you feel the need, everyone has nice hair and I will increase my tips–as well as we don’t even have a Jesus in our sanctuary–just a gold cross and alot of red carpet and drapery thingies.
Brownies are in the oven for the athletic banquet tonoc–I am back from Curves and showered–nice hot water. (yes, I am evil). I need to do some ironing (ugh) and some cleaning (double ugh), but this Margaret Yorke novel is just sooo good, that I may devote my day to reading…
Great job, FCM! I loved your story! I laughed out loud.
Picu, I hope everything works out, and he gets well fast. You take care of yourself, too!
My weekend was more prepping, painting, and cleaning. We cleaned paint off the edges of the sliding patio door. The previous painters were incredibly sloppy! Now it’s all shiny, and the track is cleaned out of 20+ years of crud. We have 2-1/2 walls complete! I love this pink paint.
Then Tom changed out a light switch for a new white one, and we lost power to 2 of 3 walls. I think I might have found out in GQ what the deal is. We’ll see. Sure don’t want to have to call an electrician!
We went out to Chili’s Saturday night and sat next to a HUGE table of people - maybe 35 people - for “Pawpaw’s” birthday. It was fun, actually. He tried to apologize to us, and we waved him off and congratulated him. He was turning 78, and had all his extended family with him. He was such a sweetie! We sang Happy Birthday real loud, too.
I had two things planned to record on DVR last night, so we went and got in bed to watch Desperate Housewives, and both of us konked out at like 8:15. We were pooped!
Ummmm…I meant the liking sex part. You are not keeping it a secret that you like sex. I’m not much of one for caring who you want to have sex with…unless they are underage or sheep. Ok, anything not of your species oogs me out. Other than that, it’s all good. Also, although this disclaimer is probably not required, I don’t think that homosexuality all about sex. It’s about who you love and all. Romantically, that is. I just didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea here.
I didn’t get in here earlier to tell you and you and the hubby are in my thoughts. Please let us know what the doc says.
I can relate to the whole stubborn hubby thing. Mine passed out several years ago and it took me a few minutes to bring him around. I wanted to call 911 right then and there, but got the same kind of resistance you received from your hubby.
FCM, good job on the post.
gtp, I’m so glad you’re weren’t all sawzed-all to bits. You gotta be careful!
I’ll have to come back a little later and address the various other posts, but I’ve got stuff to do…again.
At least I’m not going out like a cheap light bulb.