No self-pity allowed, Taters! Hope you can cheer up soon.
Cool costumes, rosie!
Haven’t done much of anything, although I’ve verified that my new (land-line) phone works quite well.
I think I’m going to crawl into bed with a book now. I’m tired and not otherwise inspired.
Is it Firday yet?
GT
Hence the name “Dismal.” Says the person who’s moving to a place where one must chase bears off the porch.
Sorry to hear about Mr. Rebo’s layoff. Here’s to a better job in 2009!
On a related note, thanks to Mountain Friend, I am now addicted to Rachel Maddow and Keith Olberman. Through no fault of his own, I now have a huge crush on Mr. Olberman. sigh
Note: I’ve done a few more Agony Aunts (check the bottom of the page). I expect to have an actual domain registered and ready to go in a few weeks, which is fortunate as the future of LJ seems to be up in the air. Recessions shall not stop the snark!
I can’t follow the thread, folks–too tired. Hope everyone is at least fair to middling.
I did read the agony aunt stuff, though. People never cease to amaze me.
nighty night…
Sorry about the hubster’s layoff, Rebo. Sometimes these things are blessings in disguise, though, and it does sound like he’ll probably land in a better place when all is said and done.
Nice costumes, rosie. I loves me some Elizabethan costume (at least the stuff from earlier in her reign, as compared to the crazy buckwild slits and poofs and ruffs and froo-froo that came in the latter years of her reign).
Time for beddie-byes, I think. It’s snowing outside, and the weatherman says it ain’t gonna stop for another day or so. Uuuuugh. I’ll take the humidity and giant skeeters over this. Pls be sending plane tix ASAP, kthx.
Anyone know what GBA stands for relating to telling me what a wonderful caterer I am? Got an email that started out like this: GBA. We really appreciate blah blah blah…
FOG is covering Raleigh. The Canes exorcised the Devils, and I’m drinking beer. Not a bad day, I guess.
Sorry about Mr. Rebo’s layoff.
Neat costumes, rosie.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ here. Also, just fixed my intertoobs connection. Nuttin’ like troubleshootin’ first thing in the mornin’. :rolleyes: 'Twas an easy fix, still, it ain’t nice at five a.m.!
Spaz I bookmarked Agony Aunt Ryl for later reading. Can’t wait!
CutiePie… Gay Business Alliance? Georgia Beekeeper’s Association? Ghana Bar Association? Or, possibly, God Bless America. Why? Who knows!
Rebo sorry about Mr. Rebo’s layoff but it sounds like he’ll come through with sump’n even better, so that’s good. Taxi, here’s hopin’ KeithT survives and if he doesn’t, finds sump’n better closer to home.
BBBobbio great story, as always. Glad the Vunderkind and you had a good time. Here’s hopin’ you make it to Indianner in March without bein’ contemptible.
Ok, time for more caffiene, some brekkies and work purtification. It’s all rainy out today which makes for good times goin’ to work.
Later Y’all!
Blurf, with an added harrumph on general principle.
FOG between Mayberry and Suffolk, too.
Is it Quit O’clock yet? On Firday?
Awake early (it’s been two hours now). Read for a while. Need to pay bills. Ate oatmeal. And still: blerf.
According to Google, the following are possible options:
Game Boy Advance
Gay Business Association
Girls Basketball Association
Generic Bootstrapping Architecture
Greater Buenos Aires
Global Business Assist
Glucocerebrosidase
… or a Belgian football club (are these people soccer fans, perchance?)
As far as I’m concerned, though, the only possible answer is:
Great Breakfast, Again! 
Thanks for the well-wishes for Mr Rebo!
I hope KT finds something soon if his layoff comes to pass.
I have no idea what GBA would mean! I like “Great Breakfast, Again,” though…
Dinner last night was the YUM! (I bought the stuff before the layoff. ;))
Lobster Bisque
Tossed Salad
Butterflied Fried Shrimp
Crash Hot Potatoes
We were some stuffed puppies! I’m hungry now…
Y’all have a great HumpDay!
Awwww, poor Mr. Rebo. Hope all goes well.
rosie, love the costumes!
Nothing comes to mind for GBA.
We are supposed to get weather here this afternoon but in the form of much needed rain. I will miss the lovely warm we’ve been having.
It’s Hump Day! Yay!
Tupug
I haven’t heard an update from them yet so they may be internet-less. Fun, fun. I think I’d rather have the below-0 (degrees F) weather than the ice!
Thanks for the good thoughts for KT’s job. A recruiter contacted him yesterday based on his resume that’s posted online. It’s for a job that sounds like a pretty good fit. So here’s hoping for something good to happen!
I, too, vote for “Great Breakfast/Brunch, Again!”
I made up a squash recipe off-the-cuff last night. I’d roasted some butternut squash a while ago and stuck part of it in the freezer. I pulled it out, microwaved it, added some also-frozen homemade pesto and some cream. Warmed it all up and it was quite good!
Still don’t wanna be at work today. I’m with FCM. Is it Firday yet?
I cam ein here and got distracted by the Agony Aunts.
As far as GBA I can only assume “gay boy alert” or “god bless america” but who knows. It really irks me that someone uses an acronym that is obscure because they are too cool or lazy to just type the damn word out and then you’re left wondering what in the hell this person is trying to say to you!!
OK, going to pay tuition today and find out how much books cost. I’m scared! At work last night I made a tasty drink called Blue Balls. I hate it when I find a good drink I like that I am too embarrassed to order.
Also this week I have to do something that I have been putting off because it’s so embarrassing. I am applying for Medicaid. Since I am no longer working a full time job I don’t have benefits for me, but more importantly, for my kids. They need insurance so now I am going to do it so they’ll have health insurance. I hate hate hate going “into the system.” God how I hate it.
Also - this week I officially changed my name on my driver’s license! I am very excited.
I told someone that getting rid of my second husband’s last name was like washing off something stinky.
Shadow, is “malabrigo” the brand? It sounds funny to me, “mal abrigo” in Spanish means “bad coat” (coat as in the piece of clothing) or “bad refuge.”
taxi, more good thoughts. And more for the Rebos. I wanna get home and look at pics of dresses.
My Christmas vacation started early, with a call to Sheboss the Thursday before Christmas informing her that, since I had a fever in spite of 1g paracetamol and of it only being 9am, I was packing up and heading home. This year’s calendar has meant a lot of “family time.” Middlebro’s family is now regularly going to Children’s Mass at Mom’s parish (one of the two in town that have kiddie Mass) and then having lunch for her, so that was three days. Then there was Christmas Eve (Mom, Lilbro and me - Middlebro et co were at “the other side’s”), Christmas Day (all at Mom’s), New Year’s Eve (3 at Mom’s), New Year’s (all at Mom’s) and the Epiphany, which I had to miss but was everybody else including SiL’s Mom at Middlebro’s.
The Three Wise Kings brought their presents to Mom’s right after the parade, on the night of the 5th. Mom was starting a flu (well, according to SiL it may be “something flu-like caused by a different virus,” I didn’t know we had to ask virii for ID before deciding that something which gives fevers like a flu and hurts like a flu is a flu) and I had to take a plane the next day so we stayed at home “having a siesta” so we didn’t hear the Three Wise Kings come in or anything :halo: I’d organized the piles of presents so that the one the Kidlet had been expecting most was on the bottom. The Kidlette got the pearl earrings which I wore for most of my childhood, they’re a bit bigger than the studs she has now. Aaaaaand…
SiL’s Mom visited Mom’s for the first time! Stop the presses, Mom thought it would never happen! This, after two years living in the same town, but SiL’s parents never, ever went to another person’s home. They never visited friends, it was always their friends who had to visit them. Some people descend from monkeys, some still live on trees and SiL’s Dad was the Head Male Baboon of his pack, he would never descend to entering someone else’s territory. They didn’t even visit their own daughter more than once a year during the first five years of her marriage…
Sorry but I don’t remember what-all we had each day. I know there was diced ham, and roasted fish, and roasted lamb, and large shrimp (langostinos) and that yesterday at SiL’s they did, indeed, have rosca de reyes (we call it roscón but that just means “big rosca”), but I can’t remember what did we have each day without looking at Mom’s Menu Book. One of the sundays there was veal stew and Middlebro asked whether it was veal (indeed) and what cut (lomo, not melosa, which many people use for stew but it’s got lots of veins) and how did Mom cook it. He’s sort of in the process of recovering a taste for his own family, among other things because of some people in The Other Side who have tried to do things like tell The Kidlet (3yo) that Santa is the parents…
Just keep remembering that it’s for a good reason - you’re going to school so that someday you’ll have a better job and won’t need help again. You’re doing the right thing for yourself and your family. {{Shelli}}
Today’s the day we find out our fate. Wish me luck!
Nava, Malabrigo is the brand name. It’s kettle-dyed by a women’s collective in Uruguay. It’s single ply merino, so it’s a buttery soft yarn.
My meeting is at 11:15. This morning feels like, I don’t know. It’s horrible, not for me, but for everyone else. The list of who’s getting meeting invitations is impressive. Perhaps they’re going by (lack of) seniority.
Good luck, Shadow. {{Hugs}}