Me, as well. Next week I MIGHT be able to get back on the base.
Happy Thorsday!
Happy Birthday** LSD**! - unless somebody else comes up with a better nickname, then it’s Happy Birthday Whoever!
Nice and cool outside. I opened the windows.
I’m playing at being FCM today and have already done a load of laundry.
I think today will being going to the college day but we’ll see. It might be tomorrow.
I just got invited to a baby shower.
I don’t know if I will go.
Time for irk.
Morning. I’m up, caffeinated and off. It’s 72 and rainy today. It’s also Pub Crawl Night. Like **Ruble ** says, liver is evil, and must be punished. 
Happy Birthday, **LSD **! And we weren’t stupid as kids, we were aquiring wisdom through experience. 
Happy Birthday!
LSD is a good nickname, I was thinking DuPont.
Sari, are you on the "do-not-call’ list? That has cut the annoying stuff down for me.
My line, when they ask for me by name, is to simply say “speaking”. When they start their spiel (I listen because I do get calls from several places I do business with that start that way) I simply say “No longer speaking, good day” and hang up.
After all, castration outside of hospital grounds is probably illegal and will certainly get you talked about in proper Society…
**sari **- glad you’re picking up the laundry duty - I’m waiting till Saturday. In fact, I’m about to go outside and start tearing up wisteria before it gets too hot. Because, um, well, it’s gotta be done and the yard work fairies have let me down again.
I don’t think we qualify as proper Society, but goodness knows, we’ll talk! 
Many happies, LSD!
Well, swampy, are you going to eat sloppy joes whilst participating in the webinar?? 
Hardhats in my current client are marked with the owner’s initials. One of the guys is LSD and he’s kind of a clown in a good way: he doesn’t play practical jokes or do anything he thinks may be hurtful, but he loves playing with words and doing that thing where you say the opposite of what you mean with a big grin to show it’s a joke. People never ask him “are you serious?” or anything like that, they just stare at the hardhat.
Happy belated birthday, LSD!
Two more days until I take my car back home and a week of vacation, yay. Next week we have Family Drama Planning ™, and then a couple more weeks until the current project is all over.
Up late again. Maybe I’ll just keep getting up late for the next few days, to prepare myself for a concert that I’ll be going to on Saturday which starts unusually late (9 PM for a classical music concert. Though it only lasts about 45 minutes.)
My dad saw information about the concert and he likes the piece they’ll be playing (Respighi’s Pines of Rome) so he got us both tickets.
I like the piece of music and I also like the actual pines in Rome. They’re neat.
Yet you still come into the MMP 
Wait, you’re not doing laundry today? I thought you did 2-3 loads every day. (I swear, I don’t know how you do so much.)
A collection is being taken up for a certain chambermaid at a hotel in TN; it seems she injured her back trying to empty an entire filled dumpster in one guest’s room that he somehow disassembled, carried into his room piece by piece & then welded back together to handle all of his empty recyclable bottles. :o
Please send donations to red & she will deliver them to the now-out-of-irk maid.
Sat next to a woman on my commute last night whose bag was embroidered with her initials the stoopit way - why do they do you last name extra large & in the middle? Shouldn’t your middle name/initial be in the middle? :smack:
Anyway, her bag read MPM - a real-life MMPer!!!
Spidey, where else am I going to get my pointy stick practice?
Actually I very nearly aimed one at the Russian timetabling officer who has emailed me with the most ridiculous set of requests and demonstrates his utter inability to comprehend even the simplest of spreadsheets. It’s a good job he wasn’t standing by my desk otherwise he might have found himself at the business end of a Very Pointy Stick.
I think my job description should be shortened so that it just says “doing the impossible for the terminally ungrateful”.
Obviously you don’t keep track properly. I average 3-4 loads a week, unless I have to do towels or bedding, assuming Taz doesn’t pee all over my bed (fingers crossed - it’s been a while.) I did 2 loads earlier this week, and I should have 2 more on Saturday. Considering the sweaty work my sweetie and I do on occasion, it’s not surprising we have multiple changes on some days.
Speaking of which, I’m cooling off after a sweaty session in the yard hacking back yet more wisteria. Both arms were bleeding and my glasses were streaky with sweat. I hauled 2 overflowing wagonloads to the woods and I’ve decided how much more will be cleared. I won’t get it all today, but I think I can manage another couple of wagonloads. Unless it rains. (c’mon rain! c’mon rain!!!)
Also waiting for the call from the furnace guy. And drinking ice water. And wiping down occasionally with a damp wash cloth. It’s not terribly hot, but it’s humid and sticky and icky. I had to close the house, but it’ll be reopened tonight, so yay!
Sari, your best bet is getting a white list based call screener. My calls have dropped to wanted calls only, idiots who can’t follow instructions never bother us. I add Quack offices as needed, the rest all seem to be mentioned on 800notes.com.
I’ve been on the do not call list since there has been one.
I think the recent glut of calls is because CareFirst got hacked, I’m sure whoever did the hacking sold off the names, addresses and phone numbers.
You’re right though, crude castration, no matter how badly deserved, is not the best way to handle it.
Comin’ up for air. The thing I hate is over. YAY! Sticky I do not eat sloppy joes under any circumstances. ICK!
In spite of my best effort to prevent it by mowin’ da yahd yestiddy evenin’, ‘tis rainin’. I have apparently lost my ability to control weather through yahdirk.
Ok, back to irk stuff.
Well, that didn’t last long. I went out to attack more wisteria and instead was attacked by BEES!!! I was stung at least 3 times, and I think Higgs might have gotten it also. Musta been quite a sight - me running for the garage, stripping off my gloves, then de-shirting myself in the garage. One of the little bastards followed me into the house, but he’s been dispatched to his reward.
I think I’m gonna pop an antihistamine. I’s hurtin’!
I’ve identified my attackers. My right hand is really swelling up. The other places are just slightly itchy.
Stoopit yellow jackets!
Not in the disco sense but I did have a jacket and sport coat or two that many polyesters died to make. 
I kind of went from early flower-power/Beatles right into more a clean version of Hog Farm Hippy and kinda stayed there until say 1980something or so. Since then more back and forth from farmer to general biker.
I did have a couple pairs of lower platform shoes in the early 70s but I was always more a jump boot (when riding) or tennis shoe (all the rest of the time) guy. My great-uncle Andy G (I had a second great-uncle who was an Andy E) used to always call me “hippy” even after I cut my hair and beard and sort of cleaned up my look. After a couple years of this I asked him “Why still with the hippy thing”. His reply was “Anyone who wears gym shoes in the snow is a hippy” – guilty and end of discussion. 