She has a point there, FCM. I mean, I’m something like 2500 miles away, and I’m not sure I’m at a safe distance! 
I know where you live, too, snowbunny! (I love Google Earth…)
I’ve been a Very Good Girl thus far today. Have finished two of three jobs that need to be done for Monday, and have started on the third. And since it’s not due first thing Monday morning, if I don’t completely finish it tomorrow, that’s okay – except that I then have three more (!) due the following day, so I probably shouldn’t dilly-dally too much. I’m hoping to get piles of work done before Thanksgiving, and then actually take a couple of days to just relax at home. Of course, when I’m awake, relaxing isn’t in my vocabulary, so we shall see.
So what you’re saying, snowbunny, is that your mom is scary? Hmmm. I think she heard that. (And on preview, I can confirm she did.)
I’m back from Local Best Friend’s house. She invited me over to celebrate my birthday (she was out of town last weekend). And surprised me with a guest appearance from my brother and his kids. We had fun, although the niece and nephew were a bit more rambunctious than I would have liked. And I got to bring cake home. Totally yummy. She buys it at a Chinese bakery. It’s a consistency that’s somewhere between angel food and sponge cake, with fresh strawberries and whipped cream frosting. Best cake ever. Really.
We had a really nice time.
Now I’m tired and ready to fall into bed. I’m hoping for no further recurrence of strange dreams.
GT
Home, Canes won. One of the best games this season. It’s 49 degrees here.
Cutie Pie, hope things get better.
Yeah, but I wasn’t kidding - she’s getting old and falling apart - that’s not conducive to driving 90 minutes for revenge. Apart from all the shiny things to distract her as she heads south, if she ever did make it this far, she’d forget why she showed up…
<Disclaimer: This was not written by me - it was written by my evil twin who bonked me on the head before taking over my computer. I left it as proof of her existence. No, really!!>
Man, another weird-dream night. I was living in a dorm-like situation, but I never really knew my room number - I just recognized it when I saw it. Then one day, I was running to get out of the rain, and I wound up in the wrong building or the wrong part of the building, and I couldn’t find my room, nor could I ask since I didn’t know the number. At some point, I went thru the breakfast line and had a dish of food, including sausage links, which I tucked under my sweater so I could eat it when I got back to my room.
Then I needed a Diet Coke so I could caffeinate, and when I was loading coins into the vending machine, a quarter fell in the toilet (no, I don’t know why a vending machine was above a toilet) so I had to fish it out. But once I had all the money inserted, I couldn’t figure out what button to press, since there were 2 sets and the labeling was weird. I made my best guess, and got a can of Shrimp Soda, with a picture of a shrimp on the label. :eek:
Next scene, I was walking down the docks that were next to the dorm, and from the radio, I heard the newest hit song: “Dumbledore, Dumbledore, He’s the one that we adore!” And by that time, it was just too disturbing, so I got up to pee. But in dreamland I’m still wandering around with breakfast under my sweater, a can of Shrimp Soda, being serenaded about a fictional character from a book I’ve had no desire to read. Is there a full moon out??
We’re going out for breakfast, and we’ve got to stop by a dollar store so I can get some stuff to decorate my table for the next show. The kiln was under 800 when I was just down there, so I should be able to unload it by this afternoon. There’s lots of laundry to be washed, and I’ll probably push the vacuum around just for giggles. I should probably unload the dishwasher, too, since we’re out of glasses and almost out of forks. Looks like I won’t be getting the Suzy Homemaker Award this week.
Time to find some caffeine. I better not see any Shrimp Soda in the fridge…
Am I the only one who didn’t have any weird dreams in the past few days?
Of course, I never remember my dreams, so I suppose they actually could be weird as all get-out, without my knowing. That would actually probably explain some things about me…
Li-li – the whole setup sucks badly 
:mad:. I hope you can straighten things out.
**Haze **-- I’m not going to lecture you yet again on your choice of friends and lovers… I know you’re in a rough situation there and I just want to say I feel for you, and I hope you manage to find some tranquility in your social/love life – whatever works for you.
Very amusing dreams, FCM. I have no such dreams to report. However, I can report that I actually slept well, dangerously close to 8 hours. Yay!!!
::Starts humming, “Dumbledore, Dumbledore…”::
I’ve had my oatmeal and a slice of cake (what? it contains fruit!) and am figuring out what to do before it’s time to go to church in about an hour.
Interesting saga, Hank. Hope you can figure out something less emotionally taxing soon.
Hi SO! I was just thinking you’d been kinda scarce in your own MMP.
Off to do something semi-productive in the next 45 minutes!
GT
Hah. We churched yesterday, so today will be hanging around the house together. We have a Buffy/Battlestar/Doctor Who date.
I’m not sure how Mr. Lissar would go about killing someone barehanded, actually. Breaking his neck might be easiest. After snowbunny thwaps him in the groin a lot.
It sounds like work has already gotten screwed up from lack of people. I knew it. I knew I’d quit and everything would fall apart! Really, they just don’t have enough people who have flexible schedules. We were having problems before I left, and now, the only one who can cover if someone gets sick or otherwise can’t come in, is Driving Husband. Which doesn’t work if he’s already worked eight or ten hours that day.
Here’s waiting for the call- “Erm, Lissla, I know you technically quit, but we really need someone for the 27th or December. You’re not in labour yet, right?..”
Well, I still have one more post than you do, this week! 
Two, now…
But thanks for saying “Hi!”, and a good Sunday to you, too 
So, what is it like being,now, an experience semi-centennial…?
Good morning, all. Except for FCM – she just gets a few thwaps upside the head. She not only has dreams like that, but tells them to the world, and then accuses me of falling apart? Isn’t it a common trait of old people to say too much with no filter between brain and mouth?
Where have you been, Special One? Don’t you love us now that Roo hasn’t been around to play for a bit? Or are you all tied up in room 304? :eek:
It’s a pretty day here, although cool, so the Idiots are enjoying it. The colder it gets, the happier Rusty is. Stoopid dog. At least, since Papa Tigs is home, he gets play duty with the Idiots. I don’t know if he’ll try to take them to the Bestest Place Ever today or if he’ll just take them to the school yard again. The dogs think swimming in cold water in cool weather is FUN! What’s wrong with him that he doesn’t enjoy it, too?
I should go caffeinate a bit more and then get back to work. Envy me my thrilling weekend. :rolleyes:
I am FUMING right now. All week long I have been mentioning to TVMan that we are having lunch today with my friend from high school and her husband who are in town. So today it’s suddenly a BIG SURPRISE that we are going and that we will need someone to watch the dog.
Of course, you’ve guessed already that there’s no one to watch the dog. So my plans have to be altered.
Good morning everyone. I’m up, drinking my coffee, and trying to wake up.
There are no ifs, ands, or buts, about it; I’ve GOT to go to the store today for my turkey. Bleah. It’s going to be a nightmare, I just know it.
**Rigs, ** believe you me, people will be bringing something, dammit. Actually, they’re usually pretty good about offering to bring something. That doesn’t mean I like doing this any better. It’s still a major pain in the arse. Frankly, it’s not my MIL that bothers me, it’s my own mother, she drives me crazy.
If I had the extra dough, I’d just have the whole thing catered, but I don’t, so there you go.
Now, I have to think of an appropriate T-giving menu. Oh, there’ll be the usual suspects, turkey, giblet gravy, mashed taters (maybe even a smashed **Taters-**I kid), but I’m still ruminating on what kind of stuffing to make. Also, I want to do something good with cranberries, and I seem to remember some recipe that just looked awesome for them. I don’t want that stuff that just “blurps” out of a can. I think I’ll let the other people handle dessert (although I can do killer desserts; just not enough time). Also, if my Dad and Step-Mom come, I hope she’ll bring this killer dish she does with…hmm, I can’t remember if it’s sweet potatoes or yams, and pecans. It is just awesome. So much better than the yams my sister dumps out of a can, mixes with brown sugar, and throws marshmallows on top of. I mean that’s okay, but, well, my tastes have changed over the years I guess.
I’m not into eating the same thing year after year, after year, after year. Well, except for at Christmas…on Christmas Day we have to have the prime rib roast and the gravy I make with it. I actually enjoy those and I’ve been informed that I can never stop making that anyway.
I need more coffee!
On edit: Why does someone have to watch the dog while you go to lunch, Pie? Can’t the dog be alone for a few hours?
Hehe. You caught me.
Note to self: Be sure to let Lunch out more often to post or people will get suspicious.
OK, got it.
Well well well, **MamaTigs ** has exacted her revenge, but she thinks I haven’t figured it out, eh? As we left for breakfast, I noticed the mailbox was lying on the wrong side of the driveway, and the post was all bent over. There was a wheel cover on one side of the ditch, tire tracks straddling the ditch, and paint chips and glass around and embedded in the post. And looking at the skid marks in the road, someone came around the corner at high speed, overshot the road, and ended up against our mailbox post.
After the appropriate expletives were hurled, we went to breakfast, then to Lowe’s to get a new mailbox. We’d intended to replace ours - just not today. And surprise, surprise, when we came home, there was yet another set of tire marks (a truck, to judge by the width) indication the offender came back, straightened the post, and stuck the mailbox back on top. Yeah, it was kiddy-whumpus, and the latch was broken, and the wheel cover was gone from the ditch, but the thought was there, right? We had discussed calling the sheriff, but really, there was no point.
And we already had a new mailbox, so we did our best to uproot the old post (**FCD ** ended up cutting it off below the soil line) and we filled in the hole as best we could. Then he installed the new post/mailbox unit. Unfortunately, it’s a bit more wobbly than it needs to be, but we’ll fix it next week. And our consolation is that our $50 mailbox and post cost lots less than whatever body damage the perp sustained. As we were out there working, some neighbors came by. They think they know who was responsible, and they pretty much said don’t bother complaining - the parental units *know * their precious offspring would never do such a thing!
Somewhere in this house, I’ve got at least 2 sets of stick-on letters and numbers - maybe 3. I can’t find any of them. Of course, when I go out and buy a new set, the old ones will miraculously appear. Prolly because **MamaTigs ** hid them from me. She acts all nice but she’s secretly a meanie. I wasn’t fooled by her. I played along for my own safety, but I know better now…
Second load in the washer, first in the dryer, kiln open and cooling - no explosions - YAY! I’ve got a day of crocheting ahead. Good times, good times…
I’m INTJ, moderate J; on a bad day I turn into the ugly side of INFJ… the side that worries too much. Mom’s ESFJ, mega-strong J, which explains a lot of our problems. We sort of look at the world from opposite sides and she’s a lot more “set” in her plans and opinions than I am.
A few days ago, I was looking again at the printouts I took when I first took the test and a part that struck me is that it mentions being good at contingency planning. I am, but it always surprises me that people aren’t. When I first discovered that other people don’t plan a solution for every possible option, I was completely confused.
Tomorrow is the MMBirthday? Coolio!
So now everything is my fault, eh, FCM? And your snotty neighbors who take the corner too fast that you told me about months ago are only doing what they do at my behest, eh? Well, it’s nice to know my superpowers are developing a longer reach.
Seriously, that sucks about the mailbox. Some kid came along a few months back and tried to wrench ours off the post, and only succeeded in cracking the door, but even that much aggravated the crap out of me. I think you should take the damaged mailbox and go down and compare the paint to the damage on snotty neighbor kid’s vehicle, though; his parents might be forced to believe that their little [del]shit[/del] darling finally did something, especially if you can produce evidence. Then again, maybe not; some parents are truly blind to their little [del]shit[/del] darling’s misdeeds. :rolleyes:
Papa Tigs was just watching a show on one of those outdoorsy channels, and this guy had a yellow lab named Chance who looks astonishingly like Isaac – and the resemblance was even stronger when he said, “Chance is a good dog. He may have climbed up on the table and eaten five loaves of banana bread, but he’s a good dog!” I can so see either one of our Idiots doing that. Dogs. Fortunately, like babies and small children, Og made 'em cute so we won’t kill 'em.
Back to work. FCM, don’t forget to send me that crochet pattern one of these days – thanks! And if you need a craft show buddy again at any point, just say the word; I’ve been adding to my stock, so I’d be ready to go again with only a few days’ notice.
**MamaTigs ** - I just sent you the crochet instructions. Let me know if they’re clear enough.
And on that note, I’m going to start crocheting watermelon slices!
I don’t think I ever expected to hear crocheting and watermelon slices in the same sentence. Heh.
Thanks for the concern/death wishes guys. Really, it’s not too bad right now; I think That Guy and I are are slowly starting to find that our ardor is cooling down. Although I really should knock on wood and hope that the cycle is not just simply repeating itself (drunken sex > passionate guilty sex > passionate I-don’t-give-a-damn-about-the-consequences sex > guilty we-shouldn’t-be-doing-this break-up > being good friends phase > slow build-up of tension > drunken sex).
So last night That Guy called me because he was bored (which he’s never done before, I think) and Cloud Maiden and I invited him over; Cloud Maiden’s latest hot online guy came over as well, and we ended up having a decent time. Cloud Maiden’s latest date seems pretty cool; I am very happy for her, since her last boyfriend was an immature (if charming) brat. At least one of us should be having a healthy relationship.
Or you could put a lap-top in 304… and release my hands every so often (hint, hint)
:eek:
Seriously, welcome back!! Missed you here; really!
Cutie Pie, that is messed up… both not making arrangements when he knew you’d be going out and making you change plans rather than leave the dog alone for a few hours… ( 
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INFJs are worriers, Nava? That explains a lot! I am an expert worrier.
I just got a call. My invisible roommate will be home Tuesday morning! He’s flying in really late Monday and will be spending the night at a friend’s, then in the morning said friend will run him up here. I might see him before work, depending on what time we’re talking about. ulp I’ve been watering the plants, honest I have, but some of them don’t look like it. I don’t think I’m a plant person. Speaking of, I need to water them today. I just hope my housekeeping is okay by his standards.
I think I need to go do the kitchen counters.