Belgium! :eek:
Rosie, a friend of mine sent me that in an IM and didn’t send the author’s name with it. I wish I knew. I loved it so I stole it. Guilty, that’s me. 
I am soooo full. I got stuffed shrimp from Rose Hill Seafood tonight for dinner (Mr. SCL got catfish) and I am now stuffed myself. The cats keep trying to smell my breath.
Lissla, that cat has always been very strange. I got her when she was between 24 and 48 hours old - someone found her on their front lawn. She started out solid white and began developing color as she got older. I guess not having Mama or any siblings to bond with made a difference in her emotional development. That was one reason I kept her - she was so indifferent to people I knew she wouldn’t have had a good chance of being adopted.
I think I will go play with beads - I want to nap but if I nap this late I’ll never sleep tonight.
Hi y’all!
I’ve been a lurker in this MMP. Not much going on here on the homefront.
My dad drove down to Corpus Christi to go fishing with his older brother and a couple of cousins. He called today and said they caught some redfish, and he’s definitely bringing some home for me to cook! Yum. He also said he’s staying another night. Go dad! I’m glad he’s having fun. My uncle got on the line and said that Dad was bragging about me and my cooking.
I’m driving up to Plantersville to meet this guy and his wife for lunch on Friday. I met him on a hep c messageboard, and we decided we had to meet since he is only an hour away. Gonna go eat some BBQ at his family’s BBQ. The messageboard got donations and bought him a new guitar. He’s a musician (obviously) and the Dream Foundation is awarding him a last wish, to play with a big country star. So we got him the guitar to play the gig. (He has terminal liver cancer.) He’s a very funny guy, and I’m looking forward to meeting him in person.
Today I cleaned the guest bathroom. Dad uses that one, and he had one of those non-slip rubber mats. I say had, because it was kinda mildewy and I washed it in the washing machine with bleach. It totally fell apart! All the little sucker things fell off. I hope I got them all out. A trip to WallyWorld is in order tomorrow, to buy a new one.
Earlier my husband called to say hi, what are you doing, the usual… The doorbell rang, and I told him to hang on. I peeked out the window first, didn’t see anyone, and I thought it must be a package delivery from the Post Office. I opened the door, and there he was standing there! Scared the crap out of me, the jerk. He said he was sorry. He was home early to take my car to get the battery swapped out. I guess I’ll accept his apology. 
Got a meatloaf in the oven, with mashed N.O.Ts and mixed veggies.
Hi Rebo! How’s it going? Nice to see you stop by.
Was that Sean? I remember Sean.
Worms? I hate worms. Well, eating them, anyway.
I’m home… Well, I’ve been home for a while and have actually accomplished a couple of things (including returning stuff to the library and also paying a visit to Tar-jay and remembering to buy my nephew a gift card for his birthday. Go, me!
(Now I just have to remember to mail his card in the morning.)
Had pancakes for dinner. Now I need to get some work work done.
Hi everyone!!!
Back later.
GT
I have high speed internet! No reason to ever leave my house again. The maid service was here today. They have to come back on Monday to finish. They did a great job in the bathroom; it looks like a hotel room in there. They even folded the toilet paper! :eek: I’m afraid to go in there now. What if I mess it up? 
All kidding aside, I have to say feels like the biggest step I have taken. I told myself, years ago, that when I finally allowed someone in the house to clean it up, I would know I was getting better, for real. I held on the junk and the garbage as proof that I was bad and broken and didn’t deserve any better. I don’t believe that anymore. What a relief to set it all down. I’ve come so far. 17 years ago, today, I was hospitalized for the first time for suicidal depression. Their diagnosis was that there was that I would never have a “normal” life. I would spend my life, what there was of it, in and out of institutions, but there was nothing they could do to help, no treatments available. But I hung on until there were treatments and medications available that could help me and I made it. It feels better than I ever dreamed it could and I know it will keep getting better; this is just the beginning.
Today’s Totally Unbelievable Bus Driver Story:
We’ll call him Tommy Boy. He’s not named Tom, Thomas or any derivation of those, but it’s what he was nicknamed by a couple of principals here, and it fits. So picture Farley as Tommy Boy and you have our boy. Except now that I think of it, I owe Farley an apology. Add bad acne, greasy hair and a raspy, 2 pack cough.
So Wednesday, TB is driving an elementary school route, taking kids home. A lot of our district is rural still, and there are a significant number of routes running through subdivisions under construction. You know the ones, half finished streets, half built homes, contractor’s trucks all over the place, port-a-johns…
So, TB has one kid left on the bus, and the boy, a 3rd grader, and also has a ride-along trainee. We put these folks, training to be drivers on sometimes to give them a paycheck while they’re in training. TB is about 4 blocks from the boy’s house, sees a port-a-potty and stops the bus. Turns to the ride-along, says “man, my teeth are floating”, shuts off the engine, gets off the bus, takes a leak, stops after to light a cigarette, smokes half of it, flicks it on the ground, gets back in the bus, and takes the boy home.
:eek:
Did you say :eek: ?
Yeah, me too. Except I added :mad:
So, Monday, I and his union rep (who, for the record and to his credit, also gave us an :eek: and an :mad: , but added an 
and an 
) spoke with TB, who of told us the cigarette was an “impulse” done out of habit, but “hey, man I had to go bad, you got to understand”
:eek: and :dubious:
Because of stupid things like “progressive discipline” policies and an asst. superintendent that’s afraid of union grievances, I can’t give TB the firing he so richly deserves, so I prepare the letter today giving him 3 days off, unpaid and a letter saying that if he ever so much as farts in a small room again, his big butt is gone and arrange to meet him again.
Today, he is argumentative.
:eek:
He can’t understand first off why what he did was wrong.
Well, TB, so it should be ok to:
- Leave a kid on a bus with a not yet fully trained driver who isn’t even trained as a monitor? Ok, it’s an adult, a district employee, but the Law says no. So does our own Rules and Regs.
- Step off the bus, and have a smoke then finish your route?
Well…yeah says TB. What if he takes the soccer team to the next town, and while they’re playing, walks over to McD’s and has a smoke, isn’t that ok? Well, it MIGHT be, but, uh TB? The kid waited on the bus, he wasn’t playing soccer a mile away.
Oh, AND I’m just out to get him because I fired his dad two years ago.
Damn skippy I fired your old man, you walk up to a group of teachers at a school, point to their principal and announce that “I’m going to kick her f-ing ass”, and generally TB, THAT will get you fired. Generally. Your dad needed firing.
And by the way, thank your union rep next to you here for talking me down from firing you, then after that for talking me down from removing your assigned route from you and letting you be a stand by which cuts your pay by 15%. But I don’t think he did you any favors TB, because (here, I read highlights from his file) lets face it, it is only a matter of time before you do something again.
He STILL doesn’t get it.
:mad:
:eek:
:rolleyes:
so, MBG, when are you going to write your thinly veiled novel of bussing?
Jahdra, Congrats!
MBG, :eek: What do you have to do to get fired? Sell a kid to Michael Jackson?
Rebo, mmmmm…meatloaf. I had assorted pork chops and black eyed peas.
Hi gt, rosie, Sean!
so it’s the bottom of the 5th and we’re ahead 2-0. Yay!
And we’ll win tomorrow night then on to the World Series! Yay!
(I know this isn’t the baseball thread, but that one kind of died after the first round of playoffs)
Or a snake! it could have been a small but deadly snake, and s/he saved your life!
Gratz Jahdra!
MBG, puts me in mind of this guy who got fired from a certain factory shortly before I was hired. The official reason was that the medical check-up had shown a busted back so he couldn’t lift 50kg; one of the Worker’s Reps (the whole union system is different here) later claimed that the real reason had been the sentence “I’m not going to follow no damn whore’s orders!” after finding out that the Production Manager was female. The Rep was pretty floored when I showed him that calling a coworker a whore is not just a fireable offense but also grounds for a civil suit. Some guys are just soooooo intah-lli-gent
Morning. I had a weird dream last night. I was in a house with my parents and pets, and large rats kept coming into the house. I kept tossing them out, but more came. Of, course the cat was sitting by the door watching them come in and out. Great, my cat is a traitor in my dreams and IRL. :mad:
But, but, but… you’re supposed to be a canine servant! Thy master knowest that thy heart ist not fully dedicated to proper service of thy feline overlord, that is all: not treason, but merely an assertion of who is truly in charge.
I don’t own a cat but I know what they’re like
well, when you move to A Country, you’ll have to et a cat. They’re not all evil, some are just plain dopey and lots of fun to watch. Plus a purring kitty in your lap after a hard day at work is sometimes better than a martini (or your drink of choice)
I hope you all realize that’s “get” and not “eat”
I realized it once I’d finished the rest of the post.
Nope, definitely a worm. Big nightcrawler worm, but definitely a worm. 
Anybody watch Jerico last night? I’m almost to wanting to drop it but they keep doing stuff to keep me interested. Last night it was more nukes. :rolleyes:
I am watching more network TV this season than I have since Alley McBeal went off the air. Jeesh, my brain is going to turn into mush. Oh, well…tonite Earl is on.
jadrah, having faith in yourself is 99% of the battle. Good on you!
rosie, one never knows about A Country. Kat Kasserole could be haute cuisine.
mbg, what a maroon!
Off to enter media clips in a database. :rolleyes:
Tupug
I can’t stop. I might be able to turn it off once I find out where Jake was when he left town. But definitely not before then. At the very least, it gives me something to do before Lost.
I’ve had a horrible morning. The highlight was stepping in cat puke and then almost overflowing the toilet by flushing the paper towel. I don’t want to talk about it. My roommate’s down with the Black Death and therefore can’t get up off the couch, and I’m just praying I don’t catch it.
Jahdra, congratulations. I know on the Great Big Psychiatric Scale, my depression is considered pretty minor, and I know there have been days when I hoped I would die but didn’t have the energy to do the job myself. Now I keep myself motivated with just the knowledge of how far I’ve already come. Keep it up!
I’m glad things are looking up for you, Ja.
We got a cool front last night! It’s 65 degrees out there! The dogs are loving it. Now I can wear my new hoodie I bought last week.
I’m gonna go by my son’s apt and pick up his electric bill money, and give him a ride to work. Then head over to WallyWorld and pick up the replacement non-slip mat, and a few other things.
But first I’m going to get my second cup of coffee. Mmm, there’s nothing better than good coffee in the morning.
Later, kiddoes.
I forgot to say, poor Drae! Stepping in puke is tres yucky. I’m glad you didn’t overflow the toilet.