What is this “tan” that you all keep talking about?
Tonight I went to my kitchen sink to rinse the pet bowl and give them more water and the water stopped. “That’s odd”, I thought, "Even if I forgot to pay my water bill they don’t usually turn off your water at 10:00 at night. So I tried the separate water spigot that dispenses filtered water, although I don’t know how well-filtered it is after 8 years of living here and never changing the filter, anyway that still worked. I again thought “That’s odd, usually that doesn’t work if the water is off.” So I went to one of the bathrooms and the water faucets worked in there. The washing machine has water, too. I checked under the kitchen sink and there was no water leaking anywhere so why would the water just stop? Does anyone know or should I go ask in GQ before spending huge amounts of money that I don’t have on a plumber?
Eh, too many things to quote to bother. Besides the fact that I missed swampy being naked last night. It gets kinda hard to see you being naked when it’s dark outside, dear.
Today was neat! I got to go work acrost [sic] town at another WM, as most of the staff was attending a funeral. I even got reimbursed (really just imbursed, but I don’t know if imbursed is a word without re) for the mileage. $5.03 was my reward! Hah!
And then I volunteered to stay for 30 minutes extra to give out a couple of breaks at the end of my shift, and got a kiss from the CSM. Who has an extra X chromosome, dammit.
Since no one answered my question about the effectiveness of Rogaine, it’s IMHO time. 
This weekend was eventful. Saturday hubby bought me a new notebook computer (we took advantage of the tax free weekend, and his Radio Shack discount, and mail-in rebate, and no interest till a long time from now) which I’ve been looking forward to getting for some time now. I am on it right now and loving it. I now have a wireless router so I can meander all over the house and be on line.
Saturday night I went to a surprise birthday/heavy hors de ovres/cocktails/dj and dancing party for my dad’s wife’s son’s 40th. I went stag as hubby’s band played just out of town that night. But I donned my cocktail dress and went and had a grand time dancing like there was no tomorrow. But of course, tomorrow came.
Every so often I get emails from Williams Sonoma taunting me with all their wonderful cooking stuff. Yesterday, while playing on my new notebook, up pops an email from them. In it was a most interesting recipe for Mexican Tortilla Soup. The local bean parlor (they never forget to serve them) we frequent serves a yummy tortilla soup that my sister and I love, so I decided to give it a whirl. I had to send hubby to the Hispanic market to get dried ancho chiles and queso fresco, but the local Publix had everything else I needed. It’s da bomb! So now I am psyched that I have a new dish to add to my repertoir.
I don’t care much for camping. Give me a suite with a huge balcony on the beach, that’s more my style. Speaking of the beach, my tan is all over (well, just about) and nice and dark. We were in Destin last week (staying in that suite on the beach) and had a great time. Except that hubby laid down the Harley on his way to meet me and my best friend (we drove down in my car a day ahead of him). He gouged his arm near the elbow, and has a huge bruise that goes from his hip to his calf and thank goodness he was wearing a helmet (they don’t have helmet laws in Florida, ya know) cuz his head smacked against the asphalt. So now his helmet has a nice scrape on it and he likes it cuz it makes it look mean. He looked a lot worse than the motorcycle because thank goodness (again) he had just put an engine guard on it last month. So it escaped with a couple of little bitty dents on one headlight, and scrapes on one of the saddle bags. And thank goodness (I keep doing that) that he did it right in front of the main entrance to Eglin AFB cuz two MP’s ran out to help him. Once he dusted himself off and realized he was still in one piece (pretty much) they helped him upright the bike and he was on his way.
He ended up sitting in with the band at AJ’s on Fri and Sat nights (the guys in the band are friends of mine from Tupelo, but they had never met hubby). A large time was had by all.
I’ve run off at the mouth enough for now. I guess I’m making up for all that time I was away from the MMP. Please forgive me.
On a weekend? Why you gotta teach on a weekend, huh? Are you a bad teacher what can’t get all the teachin’ in during the week, so they make you stay after? You should really work on that so you have your weekends free.
Brif check-in before running to work.
Party last night was good. Godparents have a Turkish exchange student living with them, and he and godfather (whom I’ll call Hamish, because that’s his name) sang. There were too many mosquitoes but the food was great and the company fabulous. Grilled corn, yum.
Quasi-daughter woke me up yesterday coming over to make hummus, and then we had a really stupid loud argument about whether pickles were still vegetables, or if their veggieness leaked out when you put them in vinegar. Driving Husband says that veggiess and pickles are separate phyla. Driving Husband is loony.
Gotta go.
We used to have a helmet law in Florida. Then a vocal group of bikers who didn’t want their og-given right to splatter their brains on the pavement taken away or have their hair messed up by helmets managed to get it repealed. I think Gary Busey even came down here to help them protest. If ever there was anyone who should be a spokesperson for wearing a helmet, it’s him. Anyway. it’s good that your hubby was smart and wore a helmet.
My kitchen sink is sort of working now, it’s just a trickle though and no pressure. The sprayer hose works, I wonder if it’s possible that something in the faucet itself is clogged up? Then I wonder what the hell would clog the faucet and do I really want to know? What if it’s some oozy alien lifeform? Perhaps I could just wash my dishes in the bathroom sink?
Hmm … I’ll eat cucumbers, but I won’t eat pickles. Does that help, Lissla?
Day Three of the Great Receptionist Flake-Out … still not here. No call, no message. At least call at three in the morning when you know nobody’s going to pick up the phone and say you’re never coming back. Now I can’t be really mad because I’m concerned she’s dying under a bush at the side of the road somewhere. More likely, she’s sleeping late at her boyfriend’s house, but sometimes I go right to the worst-case scenario. I am now two days behind on her work, and only about half a day behind on my own. I’m concerned that in my current state of mind, I may actually pick up the phone and say “Good morning, may I help you, or would you like to go &$*% yourself?”
But I got an unexpected Property Tax Relief rebate last night. I don’t know what it means–I don’t own property, I rent–but I know how to deposit it. 
Last night I was also bitched out in regards to Hell’s Bridal Shower by the bride’s cousin–who(m?) I’ve known for more than fifteen years. Apparently, according to her, I picked the wrong day. I picked the one weekend she’s going to be away, and her mother and grandmother were supposed to come with her, but now are not, because they’re going to the shower. And this is all my fault, of course. Because this one cousin is undoubtedly more important than any of the bridesmaids, who agreed upon this date because it was the only day we could all make it. And I can’t even complain to the bride, because the shower plans are still Top Secret.
Wile E, back away from the sink. I don’t want to know what’s in there, and neither do you.
Erm…I hope this is a good thing. But, sure, it must be cause scout is almost as nice as fcm and cute as a button to boot.
ashes, honey, I really hope you got some good make-you-sleep drugs. You are highly entertaining but I’m real worried you’re deflating. 
lissla, but of course pickles are still a veggie. Okra is still a veggie even when it’s pickled so it stands to reason that cucumbers (a veggie, I tells ya) is still a veggie when it’s a pickle. Trust me on this one.
wile e, could be that something’s stripped in there so the spigot isn’t opening right? IANAP, though, so…
Dangit!! They want me to do some work! Hmmmpphhh!!!
Tupug
It’s budget time at work! YAY! :rolleyes: I just spent two hours in round one of budget negotiations. Round two will be Thursday. Envy me! OG! I hate this time of year.
On the bright side, I have some homemade pickled okra and some homemade garlic dill pickles in my fridge! I loves me some pickled okra and garlic dill pickles I tells ya. One of the jars of pickled okra might disappear (I have four) because somebody has been eyeing them all jealous like cause he didn’t get any for himself. Also, last night I ate some cream brool that was left from my bday doins Saturday that I got to take home with me. So, I had one Sunday and one yesterday. Oh, and my sweet, wunnerful friend also made me a double chocolate devil’s food cake with cream cheese icing. I still got some of that left. It’s gooooood! I am being nice and sharing the cake with somebody cause it cuts down on the pouting.
wile e sounds like sumpn’s clogged up in the faucet. If I were you I’d be callin’ a plumber type person. That’s what I do.
donkey maybe you need to invest in some night vision goggles. A stalker should think these things out.
Lissla I hear ya about the grilled corn! I pull the shucks back, silk the corn, push the shucks back up on the corn and soak it for a bit in cold water. Then I pat the corn dry and grill it shucks and all. Sooo nummy! With lots and lots and lots of butter. Butter oozing and dripping everywhere. But I don’t eat the shucks, just the corn. I think I’m gonna have to go see produce man up the street today. :drool:
You droolin over the thought of the corn, or the produce man?
Yes. The List is a euphemism for The Shit List, which no one wants to be on. So getting crossed off? Good thing.
I thought it was the List of People I’ll Kill First When I Snap.
Good thing, either way.
Well, it would depend on which produce man is there today. There’s this one… Oh! Corn! I’m droolin’ over corn!
I’m old, so I forgot that yesterday was Monday. I missed MMP entirely. But it’s hard to be nostalgic when you can’t remember anything.
I have a “6 weeks recovery from surgery” tan. I have not been this pale since I was born. But I do have all sorts of condiments.
I love that line! Did you make that up yourself? I should put that on a … thingy … that you wear on your upper body or um … what were we talking about again?
I’m tired today. I woke up at 2:30 from a nightmare - which I NEVER have - and couldn’t fall back to sleep until after 4. Ugh. Why are things that seem irrational during the day so frightening at night??
And I have lots of work today because I’m covering for a coworker who’s on vacation. I like being busy - makes the day go by faster - but today I could just use a nap instead!
How should* I* know? I’m older’n both o’yez.
Sorry that I’ve no night vision goggles, swampy.
Also yesterday, I completely pissed off two (2) customers that weren’t even mine. Customer 1 I witnessed trying to exchange an open pack of DVD’s for a different format of DVD’s, a big no-no. I alerted a CSM (Customer Service Manager), who was able to stop the transaction. Sorry, George. (His name really was George. He used to come into my McDonald’s all the time. )
2nd customer that wasn’t even mine: Kid and dad walk up to register, kid has a BB gun. Ya gotta be 16 for that. The cashier carded the kid, who wasn’t 16. Good cashier. The kid then tried to get the father to pay for it. <screeeeech> I step in and make her refuse the sale, because she was going to allow it. For it is illegal for us to do that, you see. He then becomes very, very irate, and demaaaands to speak to my manager. So I call one over, who very gently explains the rules, for at least 5 minutes. I felt kinda bad, because this is the same manager who was there when I had that kid trying to buy the paintballs last week.
I also got my HP books 1-5 out of layaway last night. I decided that I wanted to get the whole set in hardcover. Today, I’m going to go get my McCheck, and put an iPod on layaway. I promised myself that I’d use McMoney for nothing but blowing it on things that are useless, because it’s a treat to myself for working two jobs (and it keeps my grubby fingers out of the WM checks.)
I got one of those lists too. I added Roundboy to it last week, and then took everyone else that was on it off because I noticed I don’t work with those people now.
Chinese again for lunch. Ready?
Tastes like chicken.
Lucky Numbers 34,22,14,8,36,5.
Honestly, what kind of fortune it that?
We planted two patches of corn. The first patch has been picked over and the second patch was ready to go last night. The corn was awesome. The best corn I have had in a long time. I burned the roof of my mouth because it was so yummy I just wanted to eat it right NOW.
I am having fresh picked tomatoes for lunch.