Home from irk and campus errands (needed to pick up a few things, such as semester bus pass), watching last night’s Cutthroat Kitchen. Big spenders in this episode so far. In round 1, all three sabotages went for $10k or more.
Not sure what dinner will be, if I bother with an organized meal. Chicken tostadas are a possible, since all ingredients (tostada shell, taco chicken, shredded cheese) are ready to use and it takes less than a minute in the microwave to cook it once it’s assembled. DH plans to go to bed after this episode is watched.
At least the cat’s OK. I very accidentally sort of kicked her while nearly stepping on her this morning on my way out the door. She shows no symptoms of injury, and seems to not be holding a grudge.
At 45, I find myself working with people young enough that I could have given birth to them. I wind up playing mother-hen a lot :). Started feeling a tad elderly at about 35, when arthritis took up residence in my hips.
The nice lady on the radio was speaking of a venomous snail.
“Were I to ingest a complete cocktail of this snail’s venom, it would kill you!”
What does it mean, “complete cocktail of snail venom”?
But more importantly, “I ingest it and it kills you.”
That is pretty cool; I ingest snail venom, and Spiderman drops dead.
I just have to figure out the details. I shall continue to listen to NPR.
I have the opposite sad story, a friend of my mother’s. She was getting kind of long in the tooth (I think she was 26) and desperate, in those times. The man she married was just getting out of the service and was a couple of years older. Someone told him since he was no longer in uniform he should take a dance class to meet women. She was taking the dance class for fun, and they met there.
Now, she was taking the dance class to learn to dance better, because she loved to dance, and it met her needs.
He was taking the class to meet women, met one, so it met his needs, and then he was done with it. Never danced again. Bragged about it.
PS both these people were really old to me, since they had to be at least my mother’s age. I mean, I thought they were old when I was a kid. When my mother died, in 2000, and they were at her funeral, I realized they were at the time at least 10 years younger than my mother. To me, they looked just the same.
I have confetti shells upstairs, the kind used in confetti cannons, which can be fired from the street! Much harder to pick up all of those little pieces than a roll of TP! :eek:
The interview went well, I think. I put my chances at 50/50. Either I’ll get it or I won’t.
My wonderful family thinks I’m old and they never stop reminding me of that. Now I get to add “mother of a teenager” to the “reasons why I’m old” list. Despite being a registered member of the SDMB for the past 13 years, the sprog does not seem inclined to resume his posting career here.
I think my boss is having an affair with another manager, his underling and my colleague. I. Have had two other managers come to me to tell ne about this. He is married and she is recently divorced. His wife is so sweet. I wish I did not have the information. They could both lose their jobs.
I so want to tell him that I have heard rumors in the hopes he will be more discreet. I feel like the mother hen now. Should I say something or just let the chips fall where they may?
Rosie and other sickies I really hope you all feel better soonest. I have some aches myself and I lost a filling in a tooth today. It doesn’t hurt yet. It’s just one of those annoying tongue probing things. I couldn’t get an appt until Thursday week.
Long story short: found a last minute babysitter for Gordie, so after a ten hour drive, I am on vacation in Nashville, slightly inebriated, and dining at Waffle House.
Doggio, I hope you’re enjoying Gnashersville and the beer is up to scratch!
Snail venom…sounds like a good thing to have around the place. I bet the Sri Lankan ninja spideys would like some to put on the pointy sticks, that could make life a lot more interesting for some people.
I have a significant birthday next year. I will be spending my birthday weekend at a rock festival, therefore I cannot possibly be old. Because old people don’t go to rock festivals and get inordinately excited about seeing bands, do they? No, of course they don’t. They sit in their comfy chairs and dribble into their crocheting.
And, since I am not old, and therefore not incapacitated, I will be off to the gym tonight. Nine more gym visits before I head off to Hawaii, hurrah! So for now I am living in **swampy’s ** future, but in three weeks, I will be living in his past. How confuzzling is that for the poor old thing?
This reminded me of one of my brother’s friends when they were kids. The boys were discussing plans to go somewhere (maybe to a playground or to play baseball or something boys did way back then) and his friend said “I’ll be there unless I’m not.” Naturally, we picked up on it and used it constantly.
I’ll do it unless I don’t. I’ll help you unless I won’t. I’ll buy it unless I don’t.
We were hilarious as kids.
Oh, yeah, good luck!
I’ve been sleeping thru the night of late (OK, I guess I just cursed myself now) and having weird dreams that I don’t always remember. One snippet that did stay with me was about kissing John Lennon. When he was alive, of course - I’m not weird enough to be kissing long-dead guys, even in dreams. But back to sleeping - I’m actually feeling rested.
Today’s plans are to finish the last little bit of the garage in anticipation of the pellet delivery some time this week (as they promised.) I’ve already got the dishwasher going - I was too lazy to load it last night, but the kitchen’s tidy now. My other big plan is to run to the dollar store for some Naproxen. And since my sewing machine is out, maybe I’ll hem some tea towels so when Deb asks for more, I’ll be ready to stencil.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 76 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 97 for the day. I shall be in the orifice all day today. I think 'twill be a good day to be inside but not in an air conditioner. To do that I’d have to climb on the roof.
Butters my .02. I’d stay out of it as they are adults and know the possible consequences. If you bring it up I’m sure your boss will deny it anyway.
Spidey my mower mulches so I imagine mulched confetti will make my yahd look f-aaaaaa-bu-lous!
flytrap just where would one procure a barrel of snail venom?
doggio yay for vacation!
Ok, that’s all I got. I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence. Le sigh.
Butters, I’d stay out of it. Nothing good can come from meddling. However, you *should *pay close attention to the fallout and document it for the enjoyment of others.
Butters, my thought depends on how close you are to your boss and how it will affect you if he’s booted. Generally, I think people should stay out of others’ messes, but if this could mess up your work life, you need to consider that. How comfortable are you saying “Hey, Bud, keep it in your pants!”
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