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:dubious: especially when we add the
** In bed!**
part? 
I’ve managed to get upstairs and take my shower, but now I’ve got to fix my hair and then head out to our friend’s house to pick up our rig. After that, I’ve got to gas the rig up and drive downtown to drop my son off for the Meeker Day’s Festival.
If the Farmer’s Market is still open, maybe I’ll check it out too.
I got on the scale today and noticed I’ve dropped another four pounds.
Hubby is um, slightly hungover today, so we’re putting off today’s workout until tomorrow.
Dang, I still want a BLT.
Evening all. Bedtime again and 'lo, the weekend is over. Long, crappy day. I may tell you about it tomorrow.
Mazel Tov, soapyson!
Well, ol’ y’all know who is lucky to have such great beauty and virtue in bed.
Home from the garden tour. The weather was picture perfect and we threw a bonus garden in (one of my friends invited us over because she lives relatively close to the last stop). Haven’t really had a proper breakfast OR lunch yet, though, so…need to go find food.
Back later once I feel less faint (I already had some cottage cheese, but it hasn’t quite made it to the bloodstream yet.)
GT
Someone remind me on Sunday to go get the library book they’re holding for me. They called Thursday and I keep forgetting. I don’t even know what it is, I have about 4 books requested. It’ll be like a surprise.
Went to the gym this morning, worked myself into submission, sat in the jacuzzi then went to see Veronica for my massage. I have a ridiculously difficult life. I think now it is time to sit in the sun and read.
Ta, and ta.
So, I resolved not to drink so much pop even though I usually drink caffeine free diet coke. I’ve been good and had water all day except for now while I’m having some smoked mozzarella cheese I decided to have a Smirnoff Ice Twisted Grape. Somehow, I don’t think I’m headed in the right direction here…
Nonsense, Pie, it’s Caturday and therefore alcohol is perfectly appropriate! Besides, anything you do for at least a week after your birthday is totally okay–go nutz!
I do need a nap, Taters, but I probably won’t get one. What I really need is some appreciatin’! I’ll have to work on that… :eek:
Of course, swampy, there’s an alternate method of addending to fortune cookie messages, to wit:
Which, you see, also works! 
So, I bought a new battery from WallyMart a few months ago and we found that it’s leaking battery acid all over the place… :eek: So I go to the WallyMart and turn my car in to have the battery replaced, went off and did some shopping, came back and after waiting in line for about twenty minutes found that they “can’t do anything with my car because it doesn’t have a battery hold down” and therefore nothing had been replaced. Grr. So I told them to just give me another goddamned battery and I’ll bring the defective one back after I install the fucking thing myself. However, they forgot to charge me the core replace fee so I’m just going to keep the old battery and they can’t get any credit for it because they won’t have it to send back to the manufacturer! Fuck with me, willya? HAH! Take that, stupid Wally*Mart! This means we’ll have a functional, if leaky, battery around the shop to run the bench setup off of. Win!
It’s hot and muggy and cloudy out there, total thunderstorm weather. That would be kinda cool, actually… I like thunder and lightning!
Is it warm in here? (Here being my actual house.) MamaTigs called me to let me know that the men’s gymnastics Olympic trials are on. Oh my oh my oh my. drooooooooooool
I’d like to say “told you so!” about the battery, Smarty, except that I didn’t. But seriously, go somewhere else next time. Somewhere that they actually train the guys. WM doesn’t believe in training employees. I should know.
It’s not supposed to storm for another hour and a half, according to weather.com. However, I can hear the thunder already.
Guess I’ll unplug stuff and do something productive. Or take a nap.
GT
It’s cloudy and muggy here. It’s also very warm.
We went picked up our rig, stopping on the way for a breakfast croissant at Jack in the Box. While at Jack in the Box, hubby discovered that his debit card was NOT in his wallet. You can imagine the dread we both felt. Anyway, we went and picked up our rig at our friend’s house, I drove my son down to the Meeker Days Festival, and gas up my rig on my way home.
Once I got home, I discovered that hubby had found his debit card lying on the kitchen table. Whew! I was scared to death he’d left it at the bar and that somebody was cleaning out our checking account.
I then went and cleaned the inside of my car out. I washed the windows, wiped down all the door panels, dash and other stuff, wiped down the seats, and vacuumed it. I was going to wash the outside too, but I thought I should come in and see if my son was ready to come home yet. He’s not, but now I don’t feel like washing the rig. It’s clean on the inside at least.
Guess I’ll relax for a bit.
See, I know where in the shallow end of the pool my daughter likes to dip her toes. Those muscular young gymnasts will do it every time. Not that I would enjoy them, either. Or the swimmers. Or divers. Nope, not me. Huh-uh. Not no how, not no way. (Anybody believe me yet?)
Papa Tigs grilled ribs for dinner, with a homemade barbecue sauce (his cooking specialty is sauces and marinades). Nom, nom, and nom! The ribs were extra-meaty. Even better than usual, and that’s saying a lot! I keep asking him to teach me how he makes his sauces, but since they’re of the “start with these ingredients, put in enough of them, and then add what you feel like” variety, he’s gotten nowhere fast. At least I’m better at baking than he is. Probably because I’m much better at following an actual recipe. I keep telling him to write down his best sauces or marinades, but by the time he thinks of it, he’s forgotten what all he threw in there. :smack: Cooking by instinct: Great to eat, impossible to copy!
I’ve had a particularly thrilling and exciting day working on this latest transcript. It’s not difficult, but it is not interesting. How many ways can someone say, “It’s been 7 or 8 years since I worked there, I really don’t remember anything any more” (with the subtext of, “and I’m awful damn glad I don’t since they’re in all kinds of trouble!”)? Quite a few, apparently, looks to be about 200 pages’ worth. :rolleyes:
I’m determined to finish it, or make a damn good effort trying, this evening, though, so I can get the new 'puter up and going tomorrow, which also means transferring everything off the hard drive of my old 'puter. I didn’t want to do the switch mid-urgent job Just In Case. Then Papa Tigs will cannibalize the old 'puter for the nearly-brand-new 1 gig memory chip that just got put in it last month, and the less-than-a-year-old 160 gig hard drive before his hard drive totally croaks – it’s making some pretty painful noises; every time it tries to spin up, it sounds like it’s on death’s doorstep. Which it probably is, which is why it sounds that way. Brilliant deduction, eh?
Okay, back to work. <yawn>
I’s tahred! The reception went well but they worked my hiney off. There was a ton o’ food and we kept replenishin’ it plus napkins plus plates. We had nonalcoholic punch and wine also. We ran out of merlot and pinot grigio and were down to the last bottle of white zinfandel and had two bottles of chardonnay left. Close to three hundred people showed up. Fr. Jim was most pleased with his table saw and we had the unveiling of his official portrait. See, when a Priest retires or leaves a church, it is customary for a Parish to hang a portrait of him or her in the church (in our case it’s in the formal meeting room, AKA the All Saints Room). Thus his portrait shall join the wall of retired Priests and Bishops of the Diocese of Georgia. Tomorrow is his official last day. 'Twill be a sad day.
Thus endeth the news from swampland.
Yay on the graduation present, rigs! Did you have fun at the bookstore?
Gee, MBG, I’m not sure how you survive such suffering. Oh, and remember to pick up the library book they’re holding for you. (Yeah, I’m a laugh a minute, I know.)
Hope the ring gets there soon, Pie. Maybe it’ll be there on Monday.
Hugs to Dotty. Hope tomorrow is better.
So…where’s Haze? Seems like she hasn’t checked in in the last day or so…
I believe I’m caught up on meals. I decided to make Puerto Rican corned beef (kind of like corned beef hash, but with additional spices and larger pieces of potato. Hadn’t had it in ages and it somehow sounded really good. Which it was.
Now I’m sleepy. I think I’ll give in, since I need to get up early so that I can make it down to watch my niece acolyte (is too a verb!).
Happy almost Sunday, everyone!
GT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAnd I’m back. What a day.
First, **FCD ** and I went for breakfast with a quick pop into Lowe’s to get some plumbing pieces. When we got home, SIL was up, and soon the 3 of us were working in the basement. Daughter joined us a little later.
We took down the two walls dividing my studio from the space that’s joining my studio. SIL put up electric boxes and pulled wire. He and daughter put up the boxes for the ceiling fans. **FCD ** put in some drain sections and put some Ts in the hot and cold water lines. I installed 3 junction boxes, moved the air compressor power box, and did some other electrical stuff.
Oh yeah, and I had to stop and take the critters to the vet - Taz is a whopping 11# 13oz!! They’ve both gotten their shots. Once I got back with them, we went to lunch and to the hardware store for a couple more plumbing pieces, then back to work work work till almost 5.
We couldn’t turn the water on till 6, so daughter and I went to Lowe’s to look at lighting fixtures and a few other accessories. I’ve got a list of what she wants, so when we make our big shopping trek, I know what to get.
When she and I got home, I threw a couple of steaks under the broiler, cooked and mashed some N.O.T., and cooked some green beans-n-onions. Supper was good. Afterwards, daughter and SIL went to WalMart (they’re still there) I showered and folded laundry. We’re done for the night - criminy, it’s 9!!! Time for my meds!!!
The kid leaves around 7 tomorrow, and the rest of us go back to work in the basement. I have to say, I’ve been impressed by SIL - he’s actually learning stuff and applying it!
Can’t recall who asked, but I think there are pics of the ugliest counselor - I hope so!
Anyway, that’s all for now. I need to go get medicated. MWAH!!!
I took some pics of the house we burned today, and I’ll post them later. I gotta get to bed now because I have a 5 AM ambulance shift.
It’s doooooonnnneee!!!
He was wonderful!!!
I follow LiLi’s blog and she posted on the blog that she is having internet problems and she said that it might be fixed until Monday. Just though I would share so we don’t worry. 
It’s quiz time!
When there is a chicken breast burning to ashes on top of the stove, what should you do?
a) Take the chicken off the stove, open the doors and windows, and turn on the vent
b) Alert one of the adults in the back of the house that the chicken is burning to ashes on the stove
c) Continue talking on your cell phone as if nothing were amiss with the world.
If you are WOWCrack Roommate’s fourteen-year-old son, you know that the answer is clearly C. I was the one who smelled smoke. I was the one who performed the acts outlined in A. WOWCrack Roommate came out fifteen minutes into my frantic rescue of my small pot and apologized before wandering back into his room. I’ve just closed all the doors and windows and turned the AC down in the hopes that it’ll clear out the last of the smoke.
I’m going to let Complicated Roommate have a little talk about how we act in someone’s house when we are a guest with little cellphone prick tomorrow. He’s more tactful than I and less likely to shove technology up rectums and retrieve them through esophagi. I may also ask him to have a few words with WOWCrack about how we treat other people’s cookware.
Does anyone know how to remove char from the bottom of a stainless steel pan? I got the first layer off, but the inside bottom is still dingy and gray.