I had two hours of training this afternoon and no one said basically. It *was * focused and relevant, with a minimum of obsfucation, even though our managing partner was there. I think we must be entering the End Times! :eek: 
And of course, I meant to say thank you for your kind words, too.
Well, poot. No car yet. Apparently sideswiping a guardrail throws the rear end out of alignment, so they need one more day to get a shim set in and get the insurance adjuster to look at and approve the repair. So he should get it back tomorrow.
But we had a nice dinner out and we’ve got doggy food and life is good apart from the car thing.
My dad must be whooping it up at the bachelor pad at the beach. He just called to say he’ll be home Sunday instead of tomorrow.
Hello! I’m back from work and napping.
rosie, My martinis don’t bite and scratch me.
Drae, I hate the squishy morning surprise, too.
SCL, sorry about the dream rats, maybe if I dream about an exterminator, that will solve the problem?
FCM, we had a DM like that, except his word was “there again”. His personal best was 15 times in 20 minutes.
Hi Meeks!
gt, I haven’t seen that thread. Although we a had a rat problem 9 years ago a the complex, and I had to shovel up two or three who died on my porch.
Jahdra, it may not be the End, but I’m getting Google ads for wrongful death lawyers. :eek:
Hi all.
Work has improved and my boss’s boss wants to have a face to face chat in Denver before they will accept my resignation…
Drae did I see on page one you bought boots??? I wanna see the boots. I need new boots and can’t find any I like.
I am totally avoiding filling in a spreadsheet that I hate doing and haven’t up dated since September 30th
coff coff
noooo! I’m supposed to be getting better, not worse! I can’t afford to lose another week of school and play practice!
I hate my body!
Well, we didn’t win the exhibition game, but our two top scoring players weren’t dressed out so it’s not as bad as it sounds. Coach has 3 goalies in camp; #1 goalie didn’t dress out, only #2 goalie and new goalie. #2 goalie played a period and a half - we scored twice and they didn’t score at all. Switched goalies - they scored four times and we scored once. I have a feeling new goalie isn’t going to be staying with us. He does have some good moves but he needs more experience and I don’t want him to get it at our expense. I would hate to be the Coach - he has to cut 6 players by next Friday. A couple of the new kids look really good.
It was fun to see all the people I only see at hockey games. The damned Civic Center went up on prices - a large coke is now $3.75. I didn’t sit in my season-ticket seat - tonight’s game was general admission. I’m taking a bottle of windex with me next Friday - the guy who was sitting in my seat tonight spent most of the game yelling and spraying the glass with spit. If I don’t clean it I won’t be able to see a thing.
Off to the tub…
SCL: Damn I miss good hockey. 
I spent my formative, and way beyond years on the ice. I read your fall-spring adventures and get all nostalgic.
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Taxi**, I’m going to be the downer, and the beacon here. My cat when I was growing up was Ming. A Seal Point Siamese female. The last weeks she spent with us, were right before and after her 18th birthday, and what you’re describing is her last weeks. No appetite til she sniffed something ‘human’ that she liked - pork rinds, tuna…etc.
The up-side? That was 1981. Get thy kitty to thy vet, mucho pronto. Even as long ago as 1997, when Ernie the Best Cat Ever And No Argument or Discussion Allowed went through the same thing, Dr. Warren was able to help him in ways that Ming wasn’t able to take advantage of.
Kitty needs you.
Dots, you’re back! Don’t be sick! Welcome!
FCM, when I did Driver’s Ed, the instructor racked up 120 instances of starting sentences with, “Realise is…”, as in
“Realise is a car is a heavy machinery.”
I nearly killed him. I feel your pain.
Driving Husband will be please to know he has excellent taste. I wear my grandmother’s engagement ring, which looks like this engagement ring, not the band, an Art Nouveau looking white gold wedding band with little diamond chips, and my engagement ring, which looks a tiny bit like this, except little, delicate, and all diamonds. Actually, I’ve never seen another ring that looked like mine. It’s very ornate, but in little, tiny, delicate details. I’ll maybe take a pic tomorrow. I think all my rings are pretty. They’re really the only jewellery I wear, although I’m agitating for a $4000 opal necklace I saw today.
Sweet Fancy Moses, this is the ugliest piece of jewellery I’ve seen in a long time.
Spats hasn’t reported in yet.
It’s after midnight. What time is Spat’s curfew? Enquiring minds are waiting to hear about this date!
Taxi - a checkup can’t hurt and might uncover something you need to know. Please get the baby to the vet. I will be making the trek several times next week as 5 of mine are due for their annuals.
I’ve never been a patient person. This has caused me no end of problems in life, not least of which is a lack of people skills. So when someone like this girl comes along and instantly wraps me around her little finger, I don’t much feel like waiting to act on that. It was all I could do to wait for Thursday evening for us to have dinner. I don’t even know if it qualified as a date. I guess it did. I don’t know.
Don’t get me wrong: all is not lost. In fact, it’s looking like we’re going dancing Saturday night. It’s just … I’m impatient. I want the magic to happen, and I want it to happen NOW.
breathes
In short, it was one of the most enjoyable dinners I’ve had in some time. The food was great, and the company was even better. She’s never not fun to talk to. And that smile. Hoo wee.
She can’t not know how I feel by now. I’m not going to say exactly why. But I’ve done enough things that my interest should be apparent. I think. Fuck, man. I’m having to restrain myself from confessing everything right now. I think I know how this has to play out though.
Saturday we go dancing. If that doesn’t turn into some magic happening, I’m going to tell her exactly how I feel and make it her call.
Dammit. I really shouldn’t be complaining. I just can’t shake the feeling that maybe she’s completely not thinking of this in a romantic way.
Dear Mind,
Tricks are for kids. Cut it the fuck out.
Sincerely,
Management.
ooh, pretty! I want one!
except not.
Nah, Switzerland, land of Real Chocolate (with my apologies to Cadbury’s and Godiva). But the agency called to say that the guy who was leaving, isn’t, so I’m not.
But I got a cv request from the town where Mom and the Bros live (yes, I have problems thinking of it as “my home town”) and another call from Another Country which may actually be the same people as those from A Country, either that or there’s two companies out there with curiously similar projects going on…
I don’t think I’m quite ready to settle yet. Part of it is simply that what I was hired to do and what I’m doing are so different. I would have taken a job with the description of this one, but I would have liked to get the correct description, you know? Dunnow if I’m making any sense, in this case it doesn’t even feel like “they thought they had to lie because nobody would take the job with its real description” (sadly common), rather like “they don’t know themselves at all, so what they think they want and what they want are different planets.”
If I ever get a cat, I even know what shelter to go to, they have both cats and dogs. I’m thinking I might get a pair, since I’m bound to have long days.
I’m planning on using the cv request from her town as a trigger to ask Mom to “think about how it would feel if Grandma did it for you, before you do anything for me.” She’d hate it if Grandma dared get anywhere near her drawers or tried to tweak her menus by so much as the amount of salt.
The good news is, there comes a point when you get over that.
The bad news is, as soon as you find yourself noticing that you actually look better than the women who used to be the “pretty girls” back in high school, your body goes and gives you your first attack of sciatica… (ouchie, ouchie, ouchie, good thing it lasted about half an hour)
Which is probably the reason it’s listed on Overstock.com… :smack:
Good rainy Friday Morning1 Coffee and then work.
SCL, sorry you lost your first game. I agree concessions are kind of crazy, I pay $5.25 for a small beer at the RBC Center.
Spats, hope it works out.
I know nothing about jewelry, and even I think that’s ugly.
Nava, a pair of critters is good if you are away a bit.
This whole finger injury saga is turning into a roller coaster for me.
When the hand surgeon unwrapped it, it was soft and had a couple pink spots. Good signs. He felt there was a good chance it would take. He put a light dressing on it and said I could change it if it got wet or dirty. He said getting it wet was ok, as long as I didn’t soak it. (No dishes, yea!) I changed the dressing yesterday, and it didn’t look quite as good. It was white and macerated (pruney). Today, however it was a lot worse. It’s black and hard. It still hurts, alot. Any pressure on it brings tears to my eyes. I see the hand guy again next Wednesday. I’m afraid he’s going to let it heal without a graft. Just a big crater.
I know I sound like a whiny baby, that’s only because I am. I’ve seen death defying injuries, and here I am complaining about losing 3/4 inch of a finger I rarely use, only a little more than a hangnail, in the larger scheme of things.
Someone needs to give me a good talking to!
I’d be complaining, picu. Hugs. I’m really sorry.
I’m hoping to fall asleep sometime after Mr. Lissar leaves for work. sigh I knew I should have taken sleeping pills, but by the time I was sure I should have, it was three. Ah, well. Today I’ll mostly lounge, I think. Maybe I’ll be a loving wife and pack Mr. Lissar’s lunch. That would be useful.
Why do I have a feeling that bringing up stories of immigrants to the US who weren’t allowed to swear in because one fingerprint didn’t match the original set (they’d lost a finger) will NOT help picu…
Poor picufinger