Cripes, what have they been feeding you people? Almost 500 posts!
Which reminds me- when I got home Driving Husband was on my computer, eating my TJ’s cookies. Because it’s Thursday, and that’s the day we’re responsible for his feeding and maintenance.
Taxi! I found this just for you (actually, you may have to use the drop down to select July 20th to ‘get it’)
TGIF. That’s all I’m gonna say.
And I’m not here today, either.
I wonder where FCM is?
Ok, in just a few minutes, I have to take off to go to an eight 0’clock meeting with a potential customer, who, get this, called us cause they want to work with us. WOOHOO! I like those kind of customers.
Today is pool party day. I am feeling good, right now. Mostly that’s because I really don’t have anything to do except drag out cups, napkins, plates and plastic forks. I said I’d have all those cause, well, I got a metric buttload of all that stuff. Still. See, when my father died 2 years and 4 months ago, people brought all that kind of stuff over, which is really nice, but it was just everywhere. I brought a bunch of it back home with me and am still using all of it. Can you believe that! Mom still has a bunch too, but she shares with my sister cause well, mom’s like that. She shares.
Back later. Play nice now!
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mushroom! mushroom!
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mushroom! mushroom!
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mushroom! mushroom!
snake! aargh! snake! aargh! snake! snake! aargh!
I LOVE the badger song! Yay–I can always play with that today.
Well, I finished the required reading FOR TODAY. I am up and down about this whole thing–I hope I even out. It is very intense, and the only intense I do is my emotions. I feel like a flabby boxer, thrown in the ring with Muhammed Ali (I hate boxing, so let’s leave it there). at least I slept last noc.
MBG -IMO, you need to tell The Wife that you don’t like it when she eats cake like that in front of you. But also, you can’t control other’s eating habits…(said nicely and meant kindly). I used to call my husband a nickname–nothing nasty–and he said nothing for 5 years. One day, he blew up 5 years worth of frustration and anger at me. Don’t do that. hope this helps. Oh, and beer only helps today–it sucks for longterm problem management–but you already knew that.
off to abuse my brain some more.
Good morning all! I just dropped in to say hi…you know today is the Big Long Island Tour. I’ve taken to capitalizing it. We will be hitting Queens, too, and I have to confess one source of my excitement:
We’re going to a Sanrio store.
Ok, so I’m a big baby. I have one of these: Chococat and it is on him I generally try out new sewing projects first, poor guy. I also have a mug but I want more merchandise!
Here’s another link: ChocoCat at Sanrio.
Anyway. Tomorrow I found out we are going fishing with his dad. I haven’t caught anything yet but it is a LOT of fun to go out to the beach even if it is 5 AM…it’s one of the few times I don’t mind getting up early.
And the thing is, his dad asked us! So I think he likes going with us.
Ok, guys - see you Monday at the latest where I shall regale you all with stories of my trip. Bye!
I get calls all the time from people who want to work with us. And while most of them are okay, quite a few of them, I swear, have special ID-10-T birth certificates. Because when I tell them it’ll take 6-8 weeks to get what they want, they wait a month or so between getting the quote and placing the order, then assume that 4 weeks of the 6-8 weeks have already passed. Then they get upset when I can’t expedite the order (a lot of these things are made when ordered, they’re not off-the-shelf items). I get really tired of having this conversation with them over and overr again.
mika I don’t understand what a Sanrio store is. It looks like they provide a bunch of characters that were cut from the Hello Kitty team.
Roundboy is coming back on Monday. I’m kind of ambivalent about it. I have had a lot of extra work this week, but it hasn’t been anything I can’t handle. And it’s been really quiet here. Our boss said that he’s going to recommend that Roundboy stay in Florida and open up a branch office at Epcot Center, just to keep him out of the office.
Hell, I can give you your Long Island tour right now and save you the trip.
It’s all laid out on a square grid running north-south and east-west, and it doesn’t really matter where exactly you are at any given time, because it’s all the same.
Traffic light, fast food place, lube and oil change, drycleaners, car dealership, “specialty” store, traffic light, rinse, repeat. Every once in a while they try to cross you up by tossing in one of those strip malls centered around a Target or something, but there’s always one of those chain steakhouses right out front. Boring. Really boring. Flat as Florida. I never go there unless I have to. Then I try to convince people that I don’t have to.
The above only applies to the western end, just after you finally escape from Queens into Boringland. Don’t go too far east, because they don’t let you in to places like Fishers Island without a permit. Which you can’t get. And no, there aren’t any fishermen on Fishers Island anymore.
Long Island sucks, but I’m sure you’ll have a good time anyway. Enjoy your day on the LIE.
Doggie, I always get Eine Kleine Nachtmusik stuck in my head. Not that I don’t like it, but I look like an idiot because I can’t stop myself from doing the dancing thing.
I’m so happy it’s Friday.
Sean we’re all low tech here, so I get all excited about things like hangers. Yep, I am playing with wire hangers. I brought a bunch back. See, this place is one of those uniform places where people order uniforms, get 'em washed and all that there stuff. They have lots of hangers which need to be sorted out into type of hanger. I feel good about this one. Not real hard and can be pretty lucrative. Plus, I get to go all Joan Crawford… Wire Hangers! Wire Hangers! Wire Haaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnngeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrssssssss!!! What’s not to like.
Unless you’re in Levittown or East Hills
Except where it’s different
you forgot to lather
I guess you’ve never been to Bald Hill
So? You’re in Orient Point - great seafood!
That’s Long Island DUCKS
:D:D:D
Jeesh, ex, I thought you WERE talking about Florida! :rolleyes:
I AM ALREADY HAVING A BAD DAY!!! 
This morning I got up and while half asleep overdosed the pug on her daily claritin. See, both she and the chihuahua get one a day and I gave Jade hers and Isa’s. :eek: Got in the car (at 5:30 AM mind you) and drove around looking for an open pharmacy. No luck. Came home called the emergency vet and they didn’t have any info and told me to call poison control. :eek: (Althought they did tell me it was probably okay.) Poison control guy couldn’t give me info on pets but did say that he thought it would only make her sleepy. :smack: Anyway, she was fine when I left at 8:00 AM so I think she’s okay.
So I get to work early and open my e-mail. Yesterday I sent a press release to an online wire service with a distribution list that requires a spanish translation. The client (this is the same one as yesterday’s FUBAR) must approve the translation before the release is issued. Soooooooo, this morning when I get in, I’ve got an e-mail saying it was released yesterday. :eek: :eek: I call the distribution service and say WTF??? Fortunately, the e-mail was badly worded and they only meant to let me know the release had gone to the translater…they said…I hope. Oh, and my boss is headed for Miami.
doggie, that was a dirty thing to do. 
mbg, last night I dreamed you and I were sitting on a bench watching Mrs. mbg wash your car while I razzed you about your post yesterday. Sorry. I cannot help my dreams. She looked very cute in her little washing car shorts BTW.
swampy, wish I was there. I’m just sayin…
Tupug
As soon as I saw “hangers” I got very excited that I might get there first … but I should have realized that there’s no way a gay man was going to miss a Joan Crawford joke. 
I’ve been having pains in my left wrist for the last couple weeks, so I went out and got myself a nifty wrist brace to wear while typing. This thing is awesome. I could type all day, feels like.
I was going easy on you, anyrose.
I forgot to mention the umpteen gazillon gas stations that always seem to be right across the street from each other.
They’re not actually in competition, because you can’t cross the street to save your life, what with all the concrete barriers and Florida-esque drivers and whatnot.
This would be nice embroidered on a sampler or throw pillow.
Bwahahaha!!!
It’s Friday, right?
Please, someone re-assure me.
Because I can’t handle one more day of stupid. Stupid is sverywhere today. It’s an epidemic.
MBG it’s National Stoopid Week. Have you not been paying attention to my posts?
It is Friday. Everyone’s wearing jeans at work so it must be Friday.
And I know what you mean about the gym regulars. I haven’t been at the new gym long enough to know the regulars yet, but at the old gym there was Amazing Shrinking Woman (She was still considerably overweight, but she must have lost like 100 lbs in the last year. I admire her perseverence.), Guy with Weird Eye, Grad Student Girl from RI who goes running somedays with Guy with Weird Eye, Guy Who Drives Big Blue Truck, and Creepy Gym Guy. I think I kinda prefer being anonymous at the new gym instead of knowing all the regulars.
I’ve been to LI once and I agree with Ex. No reason to go back.
Work’s already frustrating. Someone found a problem with something I did like a month ago so I’ve got to clean it up. But it takes forever to run so I can’t find the problem because I’m sitting here waiting for a problem to show up. Grrrr.
Yes, MBG today is Friday.
I just came across something interesting.
[QOUTE=Virginia Legislature]§ 18.2-345. Lewd and lascivious cohabitation.
If any persons, not married to each other, lewdly and lasciviously associate and cohabit together, or, whether married or not, be guilty of open and gross lewdness and lasciviousness, each of them shall be guilty of a Class 3 misdemeanor; and upon a repetition of the offense, and conviction thereof, each of them shall be guilty of a Class 1 misdemeanor.
(Code 1950, § 18.1-193; 1960, c. 358; 1975, cc. 14, 15.)
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Don’t talk to me, I’m breaking the law.