Tl;dr
I’m a month into the new job, and something wunnerful happened today. We’ve had an expert from a major aircraft company in to analyze some data that was giving us trouble. He figured out what was happening, and I figured out the why. The fix I made was extremely easy once we knew what to look for. Today, I got the first attaboy of the new gig, something I never got irking at The Hrellhole for the lst five years.
My Og, that felt good…
gotti ick! Hope the roto-root helps.
BBBobbio way to go!
Spidey did your grandma’s house smell of Renuzit? My grandma’s house smelled like homemade cookies and other sorts of nummy commestibles.
We shall now retire to the bedroom to watch teevee until sleepy time. We’s tahrd!
Nitey Nite Y’all!
And tomorrow is (looking up) Saint Monica’s day! She’s the patron saint of mothers who cry themselves to sleep every night . . . and alcoholics. Nevermind. Let’s go with day after National Dog Day. It’s cheerier.
Thanks for sharing!
:dubious:
My grandmother had stuff like this in her house
https://www.etsy.com/listing/231457321/the-out-house-p-boy-vintage-novelty-gag?ref=market
I was always trying to open that door and catch him
and a toilet seat cover that said this
https://www.google.com/search?q=toilet+seat+cover+gentlemen+stand+closer&newwindow=1&sa=X&biw=1366&bih=659&tbm=isch&imgil=-0BS5IlGZGRFhM%253A%253BWWUMsEnNvWSgfM%253Bhttps%25253A%25252F%25252Fwww.pinterest.com%25252Fpin%25252F413909021976268302%25252F&source=iu&pf=m&fir=-0BS5IlGZGRFhM%253A%252CWWUMsEnNvWSgfM%252C_&usg=__6BXIjS8XkQX2-9sL6I5K4jzHFG0%3D&ved=0CDQQyjdqFQoTCJmj4On-x8cCFcbYPgodP1MNDw&ei=q1feVdmhDMax-wG_prV4#imgrc=gP-PvOeMmZJwXM%3A&usg=__6BXIjS8XkQX2-9sL6I5K4jzHFG0%3D
Okay that link sucks the one about ladies staying sated and gentlemen standing close because it’s shorter than you think
No cookies at her house
Yay Bobbio
Oh, Shame!
:dubious:
For sure.
I’m really surprised my prudish father didn’t make her hide all that stuff when we came over.
I remember she had some kind of naughty salt and pepper shakers too but I can’t remember what they looked like.
Grandma was naughty sometimes.
She always said once you’ve had it (sex) it’s hard to live without it.
As she got older she complained that granddad was stiff in every joint except the one that counted.
OKYW said you’re house smells like “lil old lady” (why do they all smell like that?) I was showing you something to correct your issue. 
Sari, I like the eye chart in your second link
Damn. I know it happens, has happened and will always happen — but I still hate it when it does.
Even though you aren’t in our shipping zone; you’re welcome! 
Fred Rogers last words:
Couldn’t you be
wouldn’t you be
Won’t you be
my undertaker.
Survived work, at least I had the experienced cashier Dinner is a riff on red beans and rice. Cayanne pepper, onion, green pepper, chicken. And I deglazed the pan with some Jack Daniels. Then added more.
I’ll drink a toast to her tomorrow. 
Race you, Bet my handbasket is faster.
Congrats BBBobbio!!!
{{{{Butters}}}}
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 64 Amurrkin out with a predicted high for the day of 94. A taste of Fall in the mornin’ with Summer in the afternoon.
Spidey see, grandma’s house always smelled of nummy stuff. That’s my big little ol’ lady house smell memory. The other smell I associate with LOLs is talcum powder. When I was a cub all LOLs used talcum powder. This puts me in memory of a friend who was complainin’ that all his nintey year old grandmother wanted for Christmas was talcum powder. He wanted to get her some fancy knickknack but I convinced him to buy several boxes of talcum powder instead. He told me that she told him he was the only one who got her what she really wanted. Good for him. Good for me!
OK, that’s all I got. I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence. Today I finish up monitorin’s in the local forty. Rah.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
Up, caffeinated, off to hockey practice, then closing. It’s my Firday. 
Way to go, BBBobbio! So you haven’t forgotten how to be an engineer! 
Alas for me, neither of my grandmothers baked, altho they didn’t have to. In the old Polish neighborhood in east Baltimore, there were lots of corner bakeries that made amazingly yummy stuff, from breads to donuts to cakes and pies. So neither grandmother needed to bake. Paternal grandmother always kept a package of Vienna Fingers in her oven (since she didn’t bake, it served as a cabinet.)
I remember the one time my mom’s mother tried to bake cookies, she got the dough in a roll, and somehow she managed to ruin them. The woman made amazing soups, but she couldn’t bake to save her life.
I spent the night on the recliner. No, we didn’t have a fight. 
When I lay down, I started having major coughing fits and neither of us could sleep. But being slightly more upright kept the coughing at bay - at least till about 4AM. Then Higgs woke, and I let her out, hoping she’d curl up next to me and sleep. Well, she did… eventually… and I got up around 6:30. **FCD **woke at 7, and that’s when I dragged myself back to shower and dress.
I’m going to Lowe’s and WalMart today. I need top soil, grass seed, cat kibbles, dog kibbles, cat litter, and fish oil capsules. Envy my exciting plans! I’m also waiting to see if the guy calls about the drafting job. I think I want it. Retirement is getting boring again.
Happy Thursday!
It gets worse – Henrietta Pussycat made the announcement:
“Meow meow Fredrogers meow - bigdirtnap meow meow meow.”
(I actually met him a couple times; a friend/professor was his next door neighbor. The part that always frightened me was that it wasn’t a character he played on TV - the dude was like that all the time. Same voice and inflections.)
Dammit, some body stole my sneakers!
Congrats!
Isn’t it sad that work experiences for many make a little thing like this seem unobtainable? It amazes me how few people in management understand that an occasional kind word does wonders for morale.
FCM. hope you get to feeling better.
Bobbio, I will never understand bosses who don’t realize what a simple ‘attaboy’ can do in terms of individual/team morale. It’s such a simple thing, but even to a hard-core 34-yr. bureaucrat it makes me feel…better…to hear it.
So take two more attaboys out of petty cash, Bobbio, and be thankful you’re at a place that values you.
Other than that, is it Firday yet?
I forgot to blurf at all y’all.
They say that the blurf is the first to go. 
You’d have preferred he be an unkempt, gin soaked swearmonger?