Yeah, at least I wasn’t wearing my black trenchcoat.
Ophelia looks like an Ophelia. She is beautiful. I will get to post new cat pictures on Monday.
Hockey is tomorrow!
That is all.
All you cat lovers drooling over kitty pics, and not one word for my sweet puppies? 
I hope your neighbor keeps that poor chihuahua alive, Jahdra. That’s so sad… 
Dinner has been et, and carrot cake consumed. I’m stuffed. (Pork chops, rice&gravy, okra&tomatoes, and lima beans. Am I southern, or what? Yes, Texas is southern. At least I am.)
Did too! Did too! Mo-oommmm!
Where is she, anyway? Oh yeah, she’ll be back tomorrow, right?
Maggie thinks your pooches are the bee’s knees.
SCL, nobody showed up in my seat last night, so the only fight was on the ice.
Work was work. Fridays are typically slower so I can probably relax a bit, maybe watch the last episode of Hitchhiker’s Guide on my PDA like I’ve been trying to do for the last three days.
Dinner’s on the way. We decided to order in. Panzarotti for me. With Feta! And Firefox 2.0’s spell checker didn’t recognize “panzarotti” as a valid word, but was helpful enough to suggest “Pavarotti” as a possible replacement. Thanks, but I like my ponzos with altos; tenors weigh too heavily on my stomach.
Also picked up F.E.A.R. Extraction Point this evening so I could get my geek on. Got into it a bit, very nice indeed. It’s more creepy than its parent game, which started off nice but descended rather rapidly into a plain old FPS. This one has, for the little I’ve played it, remained pretty freaky. Schweet.
Hi everyone!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, REBO!!!
I chose magenta because it’s the closest to fuchsia, which is my signature color.
You have a highly sensible idea of what marriage/relationships should be about. LiLi. Hope you’re successful in transmitting it to QD.
I’ll go post in your thread after this, by the way…
Sorry to hear about your bad day, Scary.
swampy and Rebo, don’t make me separate you!!!
Didn’t feel too well yesterday; slightly oogy tummy. Read through everything, but was too tired to post.
Hope everyone has a great Friday… I’ll try to catch up for real tomorrow.
GT
Well, therre are stick-beatings…
Mr. Lissar was doing a lot of, “No. You just complained that he didn’t have opinions, and then complained about his opinions. You can’t do that. Listen to yourself!” last night. We tag-team on good advice. And thanks. We think the very rightest idea would be for them to get married, because a) no one else could put up with either of them, and b) they love each other very much.
Work was slow and boring. Time for a snack, reading the new Terry Pratchett (Wintersmith), and then sleep.
Tomorrow I think I’m going to the Massey lecture with QD. They’re usually good. I went to the Jean Vanier one years ago. I wish I’d gone to Race Against Time last year.
so - I’m all grrrrr because it’s going to rain all over I84 and the Mass Pike on Saturday and I abhor driving in the rain - I’d make Cousin drive but I’m a horrible passenger when the weather is doing things. And don’t forget, folks, I’m hosting next week’s MMP - I’ll have tales and pictures. My nephew, who had sworn he’d never wed (even tho he’d remain monogamous) is getting married Saturday evening. Yay.
Felicitous Day of Your Birth, rebo!!! And btw I just knew your nick was from SK, for one thing, Dolores is spelled correctly. (:D) I have been waiting for Lisey’s Story for months and skiffman went off to Wal-Marche to get my copy as soon as they opened the doors. It was a good thing too, they only ordered five copies, how stupid is that? I am just beginning it, but isn’t the cover under the dust jacket lovely?
BrainPasture would make a loverly nick for Mindfield, imnsho! 
Oh, and swampy I have been intending to mention that my husband gets paid after the season is done, all boat cleanup/repairs finished, and then another week or two while the skipper relaxes and takes his time figuring out the crew shares. I wonder how many of your employees would like getting a paycheck only three times a year, at best?
Everyone else, I have taken my evening meds, so again, please insert the appropriate comments here.
On the home front skiffman primered over the raspberry/pepto regurgitation, and it is now all covered with a pretty light lilac shade. I will probably use the other colors when I get around to stenciling, in small doses they aren’t bad, but not for the entire interior. Jeff is going to take a quick trip up to Anchortown, which will give skiffman and I time to finish up the painting, and then the laying of the flooring will begin. And then we will be done for this year. Next year Jeff is going to redo my kitchen so I will be able to reach everything from the wheelchair, and I want to do something fabulous for #3’s bedroom. She still want to paint it black (why does every teenager want to paint their room black?) but that isn’t gonna happen!
We had some big snow today, it didn’t stick for long, but tomorrow I have to finish planting my Spring bulbs for sure.
My eyes won’t stay open, so I’ll say good night now. Happy Friday to you all!
Thing is, and of course I realize I’m preaching to the convert, it’s his flexibility that allows her to map out her life. And the same flexibility will be an asset not only when (if ever) her map says it’s time for a change, but also on those occasions when life decides to blow up everybody’s maps. Someone who goes through life without a map can find a new path much faster than someone who needs maps.
Someone recently asked me what were my career plans. I told him I don’t have any and this is on purpose, because every time things look settled and mapped out… well, so far, what that’s meant in my case and every single time, has been that it was time for an earthquake. I mean, look at right now! Five months ago I got a permanent contract in a town I like, close to my family, and got assigned for an estimated three years to a local company that’s #4 in its field globally and #1 in Europe. And I went and bought a flat (finally). And now I’m interviewing again… which probably indicates that I’m nuts, but also that I dislike getting engineer’s pay to do a high-school-age part-timer’s work 
(and two of the positions I’m interviewing for come with “career plans”, even!)
Why am I still awake? Ahhh! I had to spend my evening at the maul, the lovely Valley Fair, which is the Winchester Mystery House of malls, complete with escalators to nowhere. 3 1/2 hours later, I finally had what I came for: a pair of slacks to wear tomorrow/this morning? I forgot on Monday, when I wore my best suit, that I would need to dress up for a meeting I’m helping with on Friday. And then I ripped the cuff on the slacks, so they need to be repaired and I am incompetent with any needle smaller than a size 4 knitting needle. There are some ugly clothes out there! Pretty colors, but ugly/weird shapes. Macy*s was about 20 years too old for me, Talbots 40, Torrid 10 years too young, Nordstroms too expensive, and Lane Bryant was flat out ugly.
Why oh why do they think a fat woman would want to wear a boxy *quilted * jacket or coat? Add 40 pounds, just like magic. When I’m rich, I’m going to have all my clothes made for me. I’d say I’d learn how to sew but after that sewing machine accident in 8th grade home ec, I’m too scared to try again.
I came home to find that someone filed a state disability claim on my behalf. 
Wha? Why? I was only out of work 4 1/2 days! Besides, I never filled out or signed a claim form. How did state disability even find out I wasn’t working that week? That’s probably the first time I’ve ever had to tell someone to *not * send me money.
And, I got a notice that I need to choose a primary care physician, which I suspect means that my NP is no longer with Kaiser. Which probably explains why I haven’t heard back from her on my lab results.
What else? My dietician thinks the reason I’ve only lost 2 pounds since July is that my body’s set point is way high. If only someone had told me as a teenager, “Keep up the bingeing and starving, and one day, you will be 80 pounds heavier than you are now and you **won’t ** be able to lose it just by eating and exercising normally.” The irony is, of course, that I wasn’t fat at all in high school, in fact, I was right in the middle range of normal.
My purse, that is due on 10/31 is almost done. I have another round and a half to go, and then attach the handles. I can’t decide whether I love it or hate it, it’s definitely not something I would make for myself. I haven’t shown it to anyone yet, I’m afraid it’s a FrankenCrochet that will eventually end up on What Not to Crochet. The pictures of it don’t come out at all. Maybe tomorrow, in natural light, when I’ve added the handles.
Morning! I’m having my morning coffee and am getting reafy for work today. It’s supposed to rain this afternoon.
LiLi, the extent of my life planning is placing my shirts and pants in the rotation.
rosie, you never said if you liked my cartoon.
iiiiiiiiiiiiiit’s FRIDAY!
8.5 hours of grind, and then 55(ish) hours of chillaxin’. Okay, sure, there’s shopping and some housework and the usual assortment of cooking to be done, but that goes without saying. It’s also payday for me, so I get to treat myself to something nice for lunch. 
And now I must leave for said grind.
I like the pic of Maggie lounging in bed with a cup of coffee and the paper doggio. She knows how to live!
Speaking of dogs, tomorrow night I am hosting a birthday party for Joe Dawg the insane chee-huah-huah for whom I am the nanny when his daddy goes out of town. He’ll be twelve (Joe Dawg that is, his daddy is the same age as me) on Hallowe’en. I’m even having a cake made with a picture of Joe Dawg on it. So, he’ll get some cake, he’ll get a hot dog (sounds cannabalistic don’t it!) and lots and lots of attention which he is very good at sponging up. The humans will feast on scramble dogs, followed by cake and ice cream. Joe Dawg won’t get a scramble dog but he will get a hot dog cut up in tiny pieces. He’s a little feller so one will do.
Ok, off to work on policy and procedure AKA THE EVIL.
Later y’all!
Jahdra- try Catherine’s (but the store only, not the website) - I have always found great stuff there. There’s also Dress Barn Woman, but Avenue is very close to LB’s so avoid them.
WoofWaiter - the cartoon was cute, but my supervisor was walking over when I looked at it and I had to get back to work.
Johnny: But Les, you’ve always had a real style of your own. How many newsmen called Chi Chi Rodrigues Chy-Chy Rod-wig-ways? And what is it you call those little Mexican dogs?
Les: Cheehooahooas?
Johnny: That’s style, Les!
Hi, all. Driving by since I’ve been so swamped with all kinds of stuff the last few days I’ve not had time to even skim, let alone post. I hope all’s well with everybody – if I have a chance later, I’ll glance through and try to make sure I haven’t missed any high/low points.
In the meantime, enjoy Friday, everybody, because that means the weekend is nearly upon us!
Lane Bryant is good for underwear and sometimes jeans (if they have any petites when I’m there–you think being fat is difficult, try being short and fat :)), but that’s about it. Everything else is Empire-waisted, spangled, sparkled, quilted crap. Every time I go in there, I think “Why the hell did I bother?”
And I’m getting too old for Torrid, which is upsetting. Of course, I have to travel an hour to the closest store, but it was a nice fallback. At this point, I shop at Target and pray it fits.
Just gotta get through the day, then we’re on our way to Maine. I finished my costume last night, but ran out of leaves and patience before I decorated the back. The hell with it. Nobody’s going to be standing behind me.
mindy, luuuurve your coding for “It’s Friday.” I hereby command that you post that every Friday from now on. (I can do that cause mom’s not here. Sssssh!)
HAPPY BIRFDAY, JOE DAWG!!!
Be sure and tell him I said so, swampy!
We are having our 80s themed Halloween party at work today. The 24-year-old in the cube next to mine is making fun of the sequined cocktail/disco dress with padded shoulders that she’s going to wear. :dubious: Hey! They were the height of fashion back then!
rosie, rain is better 'n snow. Think of it that way.
This morning I go to the ENT doc about my dizziness. It’s not better…even though the prescrip is keeping the urrry-urps at bay.
I was supposed to meet with Drama Queen account executive at the time of my appt. So sorry.
I am glad the week’s over.
Tupug