I did lots and lots of walking this weekend - as well as today, and Thursday and Friday. I was at a place where giant rodents roam freely on the streets without fear - and are even embraced by swarms of children! Yes - I was there recently, I know. But this time it was with mom - whole different experience then my weekend with TG.
Speaking of TG - when I last IM’d with him, he was asking me advice on what to do on a blind date he got set up on. Tells ya where I stand, huh? It’s alright though - I had a feeling things were that way, but I really am so dating-impaired, that I have no idea what the normal progression of things are.
Anyway, I’m back from my journeys - and was met by 100+ emails in my work mailbox. sigh
I’m very sorry to hear of what you’re going through beckwell. I hope they can find a way to treat your pain and problem.
I took a very brisk walk during lunch today. My office mate and I have decided that we’re going to walk during our lunches instead of sitting hunched over our computers. It should do our butts, legs, thighs, backs and shoulders a world of good. I’m constantly stiff in my shoulders because I spend far too much time hunched over my computer.
I am currently in the process of printing out some pictures I took of our completed great room. If I find a free photo hosting site I’ll post them and share the link with all of you folks.
I came home today to find the hubby had completed the downstairs hallway and had a fair start on our entry way. He hopes to finish the entry way and up the stairs tomorrow. We shall see. He painted for three hours today and part of the painting included being nearly 20 feet up in the air in our entry. Better him than me, I don’t care how sturdy the ladder is…
Well, I need to go tape up the stairs so the hubby doesn’t get paint on the edge of the carpeting.
Just clumsy ems? Or do you just say you have owwies to get kisses? Or is that too sneaky? And where do you say your owwies are for “one of the cute guys in the other department” to kiss? So many questions.
A Pope head onna stick! That would be greatbeck’! Way greater that having your hip fall out. That doesn’t sound like any fun at all, so stop it. Should I send you some kisses for you hip? Would that help?
I suppose it’s an artifact of various regional wholesale distribution schemes, but I’m seeing the pernicious Canadian bilingual labelling influence on more and more products around here lately. English/French labelling is even starting to supplant the more traditional English/Spanish labels. Friggin’ Canadians - not only do they keep sending us their crappy cold weather, but now they’re messing with our product labels.
I need to start buying my soap from Bumbazine. I can’t offer my sympathy without coming off like an ass either, and I bet he doesn’t label anything in French.
I hereby declare that no more bad news can be delivered to MMPers for the rest of the week. I feel really bad for you folks, and I hope things get better for y’all soon.
I had a stick a coupla years ago. It fell off of a sycamore tree that was in front of the apartment where I lived. I had every intention of sanding it down and carving it into a great walking stick. But it just stayed in my apartment, also leaning against a wall, and also falling down at times. I never got around tuit to get it into shape. (Used to be you’d find around tuits everywhere, but I guess they’ve all been used up.)
We had a quick thrown together meal last night. Browned some ground beef in a skillet, dropped in some spaghetti sauce, and then threw a bunch of broken-in-half spaghetti noodles into it. Tasted good, and it was quick to make. I had three servings.
After dinner, though, something weird happened. I was watching an old rerun of Magnum PI, and was kinda chuckling at the dialogue and acting. I said to my girlfriend, “Hard to believe that this was once the most popular show on TV.” And she said, “I never watched it. I don’t like Tom Selleck.”
Further conversation revealed that she doesn’t think Tom Selleck is good looking! I thought every woman in the world with heterosexual leanings thought TS was good looking. Hell, I’m a straight guy and I think he’s good looking!
This goes a long way to explain why she’s with me.
I don’t think Selleck is particularly good-looking. He’s not “ohmigawd, I can’t look!” unpleasant, but I never really understood why some women found him to be hot.
Ex, I was beginning to worry that you’d decided not to come back. Hadn’t seen you around in a while (could be I was looking in the wrong places). Good to see we’re not losing a Capital Region Doper. There’re too few as it is!
MagicEyes, it looks like the bbq we’d tentatively scheduled for Memorial Day weekend will have to be rescheduled. TaxiDriver can’t get that weekend off. He doesn’t even get Memorial Day itself. Stoopid company he works for. (It’s big and it’s blue and it just announced lower-than-expected first quarter earnings, meaning that there’s another “reorganization” coming so TaxiDriver’s department, which is already short-staffed, won’t be able to hire anyone new any time soon. It sucks. He works WAY too much already.)
Remember a few weeks ago I mentioned that I got an unexpected call about applying for a new job? Well, the interview’s tomorrow. And now I’m all freaked out. I don’t really think I want it now. It’s going to be more time and more stress and I don’t know if more pay is worth it. My thoughts on the work-life balance issure are that it should be work and LIFE. So I know I shouldn’t worry about the interview. I’m interviewing THEM at least as much as they’re interviewing ME. But I’m still all nervous. :sigh:
I’m really sorry about the hip, beckwall. Also sorry I didn’t read your post last night, due to… well, booze.
For those intently keeping track of my reading, I just read Leaving the Saints, which is about a formerly Mormon woman, Very intelligent and chatty writing. I also read something I don’t remember the title of (goes into bedroom to check) Empress Orchid, an historical novel about the last empress of China. It was okay. It’s a new release, and had a shiny cover, so I borrowed it. Last night I read The Game, one of the more recent Mary Russell/Sherlock Holmes mysteries, about the Great Game in the Twenties (border espionage). Quite fun. Set in India.
Next up is A Hat Full Of Sky, the sequel to The Wee Free Men, by Terry Pratchett. I’m going to read it while doing laundry. Ach! Crivens! There be Pictsies!
I’m on a reading binge. They happen periodically.
Laundry and grocery shopping and dishes and I should clean the kitchen and the bathroom and put stuff back on shelves and sweep and vacuum and mop. Days off are so splendid. :rolleyes:
Bumba sent me a list of all of his soap “flavors” and yeah, I think we all ought to buy from him. Neat stuff!
The chainmail did make it through - how did I miss that you made it yourself, Lissla? That’s cool! I’m getting fancied up (for me) this weekend to go to a wedding reception (not a fancy one, it’s Hawaiian themed) so I think I’ll try it out for that.
I wouldn’t want to say, but I might be burping up Smartie remnants this morning…
Well, I DO like how he has branched out lately into other genres (genri?) of fiction but I also enjoy an entertaining “escape” fantasy, so there was that. Library told me this morning that another book I placed on hold is waiting. WOOT!!!
beck, my department head had a hip replacement this past year and he’s doing great. Wishes he’d done it a lot sooner. The pain is gone.
ems, I broke that same toe (well, mine, not yours, that is) in a similar manner years ago. It’s now crooked and sometimes hurts if I wear the wrong shoes for too long. Still haven’t seen a “spare body parts” discount store in my neighborhood. Hmmmmm, maybe we could call it Body Depot?
liss, I read *Empress Orchid * myself last week. Seems to me the story ended abruptly like there’s another book coming or something.
sean, Tom S. was all about the long tall legs, stash, and eyebrow. I dug him.
Rue I am clumsy like you would not believe. In fact in the 18 months I have been over here my parents are surprised that I have only been to the emergency room twice plus the broken toe. This is an all time record for me normally it is at least 3-4 times per year. As for kissing owwies better yes the ‘cute guy in the other department’ is veeery good at that.
Oh, rats! Big blue meanies! How can they not give him a day off on Memorial Day? Oh, well–we’ll do something fun next time you’re in town.
Good luck on your interview! It’s hard to remember when you’re in an interview that you are interviewing them, as much as they’re interviewing you. I totally agree with you that it’s better to have a job that lets you have a life, even if you don’t make quite as much money. I’m debating whether I want to apply for a job that would probably pay more, but it’s in Raleigh, and in addition to working longer hours, I’d spend more time driving to work. I probably should appy for it anyway, but I’m not so sure I’d want it if they offered it to me.
I just finished reading Lamb. Wow. Christopher Moore is my favoritest writer ever! What should I read next? Island of the Sequined Love Nun looks good!
Thanks for all the good wishes. And yes, hip kisses are appropriate in this situation, Rue. Mr. Beckwall is not a menacing type, but he tends to threaten the hip (“stop hurting my woman, damn you!”) instead of treating it with tenderness. Anyway, today will be a better day. I see the chiropractor again and she throws in a mini-massage after the cracking part is over. It doesn’t really help with the bone pain, but hey a massage is definitely a bonus.
I’m following the news from the Vatican closely, in case I need to begin whittling the Pope head for Soupo-stick. I might cheat and start a prototype based on the German guy’s face. He’s the front runner, IMHO.
The next question, ems, is “does CGITOD kisses the owwies at work or elsewhere?”
Of course that acronym scans as Computer Generated Image Todd. A CGI boyfriend is not quite as useful as BOB, though. Now if you can combine a Todd with a BOB, you could make millions.
Well I suppose I could label it Le Soap. Do the French even have a word for soap?
I’m cooking pseudo French toast even as I type. (the keyboard is getting very messy), It’s pseudo French toast ‘cause I didn’t soak it overnight in egg batter an’ stuff, but it’ll be good anyways. I bought this ‘french toast’ bread at Safeway the other day. It’s sweet and has cinnamon in it, so they call it ‘french toast’ bread. Anyway it was on sale, so I got it. Missus complained that it wasn’t low carb, but I notice she’s been eating it too.
Ummmm it’s good!
Does ems stand for Emergency Medical Situations?
There’s an ambulance parked in front of my house. That’s 'cause the kid across the street is a fireman, so that happens a lot. At least they’ve figgered out not to block my driveway anymore.
beckwall- hopefully it won’t be terribly serious with the hip, but it doesn’t sound like fun either way. Mrs S.'s hips became seperated while carrying boy Ministriker, and it screwed up everything, I don’t think her back is back to the right side of things yet. If we are making recommendations for soap, I say go with Ivory, because it floats! See, that way if Soupo manages to drop stick in a creek, it won’t weigh down the natural buoyancy of the wood.
With the papal election in mind, one local news had their call in poll last night as “what region do you think the next Pope will be from?” Choices: N. America, S. America, Asia, Africa, C. America, and… Italy. Couldn’t have they just gone with Europe? I know there is the long tradition of Italian pontiffs, but couldn’t they have at least mentioned the rest of the continent, especially considering there are frontrunners from other European countries. And besides, wouldn’t the correct grammar be the Italian region? Stupid things annoy me, sorry to bother you with this rant.
MagicEyes I just finished Lamb a few weeks ago myself, what a great freaking book. I told the guy I borrowed it from that if I ever taught a class in basic Chrisitianity, that would be required text, just so the people would pry their minds open a little bit, and say what if. I’m sure it would get some thumpers panties in a bunch though, which would make it even more fun. Have you read either Fluke or Practical Demonkeeping yet? Both are recommended highly!
Beckwall, just about the same time I moved to Virginny, my uncle had his hip replaced because of a different problem. It went well, and continues to do well.
Whenever I call him, I ask for ‘The Bionic Uncle’.
Oooh MagicEyes, read *Bloodsucking Fiends * next. That one’s maybe my second favorite C. Moore book, but read the *Nun * book because then you’ll understand the *Stupidest Angel * a little better.
Right now I’m reading A Patchwork Planet by Anne Tyler or Taylor or something, but perhaps not for long. It’s kinda sucky so far and what the reviewers think is funny is really just pathetic and contemptible and ignorant, which can be funny I suppose, but not in this author’s hands. Thank goodness I bought it used, since it gave off serious teary Oprah-type vibes. Doesn’t David Sedaris have another book out yet? It’s been about a year already!
My weekend was spent in bed and not the fun way, the second best way; sleeping. It seems I was plum tuckered out so I slept and slept in between my neighbor slamming things. Rue, may I borrow Stick to go smack my neighbor upside his melon? I haven’t a stick myself, though I do have my grandfather’s cane. When we lived in the desert we had a family stick made from an ambitious root. It might have been a verbena root, but it’s not like they label those things so we guessed. And then we walked about poking at things with it because in the desert there’s no mud to speak of, and sticks don’t help with sand. They are discouraging to beligerant lizards though.
Last night I made roast leg of lamb. I started late because I’d been busy doctoring and shopping (I waved at you scout, did you see me? Plus, did you know that one of the roads to Fashion Valley went kaplowie? I knew, but tried to drive that way anyway, then got all turned around, stupid collapsing road). I bought a couple of blouses and tank tops, the non-transparent kind, and a bedspread on sale, yay! Then a cute guy called me a slammin’ honey and let me cut waaaay in line for a coffee. I felt kinda guilty, but how many more times is that going to happen before cute guys let me cut in line because I’m a rockin’ granny? Then I drove home with the top down (on my car) and took the back road and it was beautiful. Everything’s in bloom and green and smelleriffic. So that’s why I was roasting lamb until ten yesterday.
I know that shower gel in French is Gel Douche according to the bottle I have at home. Which may only be Beauty Product French, but still.
How can they not give him a day off on Memorial Day? Oh, well–we’ll do something fun next time you’re in town.