Sean --so sorry about your garbage sale. I have done the same thing and it sucks. I just loaded up the van and took it all to Salvation Army–I was so sick of looking at it all by then.
Got it re ingernent. Silly me for not trying to pronounce it out loud!
I once cleaned out a church storage room/Sunday school arts and crafts supply room. I still have nightmares…
Got up waaaay early today to see our HS on TV. Channel 7 was here today-sort of. They did the traffic from our south gym. My daughter was there (at 0400, mind you) because she is on varstiy field hockey and all athletes were to show up.
Roz Varin, the traffic person, talked to the zoo club, the marching band, the steppers, the pompons and the student body president-oh, and the fencing club.
No field hockey people.
Boo. Hiss.
So, I have been up for a good long time now–and still feel half asleep…
It went really well. They’re looking for about 20 people, and of the group interviewed yesterday he was the only one with a Master’s. So that should give him a leg up. And the HR person that interviewed him (before the technical interview) was from near where he grew up so they made a good connection. He’s really really excited about this job, which makes me feel good because then I don’t feel like he’s moving out here just for me.
The job would involve shift work for the first few years, but they give a 22% pay increase for shift work. Plus a $10,000 bonus for every year in the program. Yowza! I could quit work and just stay home if he’s making all that money!
Aside from that, the work sounds really interesting (to him… not so much to me, but I’m not the one considering the job) and he liked the people that he talked to. So he was excited.
And he was in a suit and I’m a sucker for a guy in a suit. So I was excited too. And they’d put him up in a pretty nice hotel so we had a good night.
Geez! You people! I go away for a few days and come back to see my comment about my sweet little bitty glazed doughnut boy – an innocent baby with a runny nose – has turned into something SORDID. Sordid, I say! How could you??
:eek:
Well, I’m proud of ya!
Anyway, I have been moving my office. Mine is a sad tale, because I A) Didn’t want to take the new job they offered me and B) If in fact I DID have to take it I certainly didnt’ want to move my office.
Well of course C) happened: I had to take the undesirable job AND move out of my lovely office of 11 years … where I had large windeow, providing hours of sunlight and a view of the flowers I planted, growing along the trellis I installed and climbing up the birdfeeder I placed and kept stocked with seed. Which attracted many lovely birdies, which I did dearly love to watch as I went about my duties each day.
So, I’m not a happy camper. This office is bigger, but further away and windowless.
Le Sigh.
But, I am determined not to make it ruin my disposition. So, keep me happy and entertained, will ya??
Friday is supposed to be a laid back day at work. So far, I’ve had a staff member threaten to quit (go ahead, I’ll just hire somebody else) over nothing, a bazillion questions about billing for services, a zabillion questions about policies and procedures, aka THE EVIL[SUP]TM[/SUP], and three phone calls concerning stuff about the closing on the church this afternoon (and I ain’t even involved directly with that. I don’t gotta be there but still I get questions!).
I may go home and hide under the bed all weekend.
Or go look at suits. But not buy. Just look.
OK. It was, like, Tuesday when this happened, but I’m just going to tell you about it now. This dog came in to the hospital, not by itself, his owner (animal companion care-giver) drove, anyroad, this dog came in to the hospital and he had a lump on his back. Maybe an inch across. So Dr. Honcho takes a look at it, and then what does he do? Squeeze it. It was a big, ugly sebaceous cyst. Which is just a jimped up zit with delusions of grandeur. And Dr. Honcho was squeezing on it.
It’s a good thing:
Dr. Honcho was wearing glasses
&
Had his mouth shut.
The owner was grossed out, but the dog was just fine.
In other news, there was this Lab/ Goldie mix in Wednesday. He was losing weight fast for no good reason. Blood work was normal, no infections, active as a Lab/ Goldie mix should be. Just losing weight.
So we x-rayed (made radiographs of) him. (I helped!)
There were FOUR tennis balls in his stomach!
He had surgery yesterday afternoon. Now he has no tennis balls in his stomach. He’s doing much better.
On the homefront, Sunday night, after the boys carved their pumpkins (actually the designed their pumpkins and the Little Woman did the actual carving (I was washing the dishes)) I fried up the best batch of pumpkin seeds ever.
-Rue. (a pretty good pumpkin seed cooker)
I hang out on a board dedicated to weight loss surgery (believe me, very few people there are cool enough to be a Doper, let alone an MMPer), and a very common complaint from the wimminfolk is that after all the lost weight, their boobs are like tennis balls in tube socks.
It might. Some medical-type folks are messing around with something called a gastric balloon that just sits in your stomach and takes up space. I think it’s in the early clinical trials stages in other countries. A few months ago, I was in a consumer focus group where they were looking to see if it had a chance on the market here. IIRC, the panel’s consensus was “Well… Maybe not for $10,000. If it was cheaper, I might try it.” I was more like “You’d want me to swallow a what?”
Our FDA is probably waiting to see if it kills anyone overseas before they allow tests here.
Today Quasi-Daughter and I are going to see a movie. She’s leaving for Canmore (in Alberta. Far away) tomorrow, so’s this is the last chance to get together until Christmas. Attacks Husband and Mr. Lissar may come, especially if Mr. Lissar’s doctor says he’s all healthy. I have an appointment in two weeks to talk about insomnia. That should be fun.
Sleepy and it’s it’s almost time to do laundry. While I’m out I’ll pick up hot dogs and buns to do the threatened chili dogs.
Lazy Husband has a miniature dachshund. He would look adorable in a foam hot dog bun. I might make one for him.
I am so not getting a dog after **Rue’s ** stories… :eek:
I have yet another question for the marvelous MMPer’s out there.
I have Windows XP. I dunno what happened, but you know how when you want to copy and paste sumthin’ you right click and a lil box (window) appears with the menu? Well, my box doesn’t appear–it blends into the background, and only by highlighting each line of the box can I find what I need to do.
this is really not good. I feel like I am driving blind. I messed around a bit with “help” (ha!) and tools and edit and stuff like that, and came up with bupkus.
Anyone have any idea how to get the setting back to where the lil white window shows up when I right click?
I would be most appreciative of any help. Danke.
sorry about the bad Friday, swampbear --clock is ticking down to quitting time. I have to work this weekend (boo, hiss) so I feel the clock is ticking down on me as well. I also need to do a bunch of yardwork today and am feeling lazy. After lunch, maybe…
I don’t know if this is specifically suited to your problem, but it’s worth a shot. No promises.
Do a Restore Point first.
Then, head over to http://www.kellys-korner-xp.com/xp_tweaks.htm and find Line 56, Enable or Disable Right Click Context Menu, and click Enable. Line 203 also has “Restore Right Click Properties” which might also be useful.
Hopefully, that’s all you’ll need. If it didn’t work, you can use the restore point to back out the changes.
Ya know, I’m just not sure tennis balls in tube socks beat a sebaceous cyst popping.
'Sides, Rue knows how to spell sebaceous and I don’t.
On the third hand, at my age, I’ve seen a number of tennis balls in tube socks, and all you hafta do is hold 'em up and they’re jest fine.
Swampy, I’m sorry you’re having such a bad Friday. I can relate on the people who threaten to quit. My response (in my head of course) is, “Let me show you the door”. I have learned through the years that one should never assume he or she is indispensable or irreplaceable. There is always someone who can come in and do better. As for the suit “looking”, we all know that you just can’t look…you’ll end up purchasing.
The weather here is just plain nasty. Cold, rainy and windy. We’re all bracing for the second of three storms that are supposed to come through. Tomorrow’s storm is supposed to be bad. On the other hand, it’s good news for skiers. One our ski resorts opened today and I do believe the next is scheduled to open on Tuesday.
Bobbio, I really laughed when I read your comments about boobies. I thought it was funny.
**Swampy, ** did you receive the e-mail I sent you regarding…ahem, certain men’s wear? See, my humor can be quite juvenile.
Well, I better finish eating my lunch now. Salad…again.
Taters I haven’t checked my email in a few days. I will tonight, I promise.[sub]Right after I go and just LOOK at suits. That’s all I’m gonna do LOOK![/sub]
Things got better. I haven’t been bugged in almost an hour and a half now. BLISS!
Rue stuff squirting out of animals always makes for a good story. You still need to post more often though. Fried pumpkin seeds? Sheesh! And people say us southerners will fry up anything.
