Tell them that you are embarrassed about inheriting so much money, and you really don’t want to talk about it.
Almost, Swampy; I’m an ASS-istant MAN-ager 
Ruble, gotcha beat - how about throwing 'maters at 'em? :eek:
The person I talked with this mornin’ is very interested in the job. YAY! Step two is she needs to take and pass two tests about the functionality of the irk website. One test is on user functionality and the other is on admin functionality. Both tests have tutorials, but really, if one is any kind of computer savvy at all each test can be passed in two to three tries. I believe she’ll pass ‘em no problem. Matter of fact she will be in the orifice tomorrow to take the tests. I told her she could do that as her trainin’ time tomorrow which she liked, so I told her host agency she’d be in a meetin’ tomorrow instead of there.
So has gone my mornin’. Now it’s time to eat. Da bear is hongree!
Long work shift (relatively speaking) today, and I’m taking transit. Yippee.
I do have tomorrow off from paid irk, but must attend to a variety of other chores, such as lease renewal.
59 so far, projected high 87.
Allie’s in clingy-kitty mode this morning.
I’m going to let that slide, flytrap. I was referring to my dependence on a power wheelchair.
As it happens, I do windows. In fact, I just washed all of the windows upstairs except for the sliding glass door, which I’ll get when the sun moves to the other side of the house. And the temp has risen enough that I’ve closed up and turned on the air. I’ve got some plants to transplant, and I need lunch - which first? Probably lunch, since the transplanting will take a while and get kinda messy.
I need to clip my fingernails and do some clay work, too. But at the moment, I feel like I want a shower - who knew window washing was such a sweaty chore - especially since most of the windows flip in? And the ones that didn’t flip in were reachable from the front or back porch…
Lunch. Ham sammich. Provolone. Mayo. Stat!
Oh, and before anyone else asks - no, I won’t do your windows. 
If you see a fairly tall soldier – late 50s-ish – from Erie name Bolla say howdy from me. I did some stuff with him through Fort LeBoeuf and the Brig Niagara.
There is a local event at a site called Stone House. Not big but boy do they ever feed good. And re-enactors are like cats that way. Several years ago as part of the buffet were these terrific red-skinned potatoes. Almost whole and baked in butter — deelish!!! But they had so many of them that there were dozens of leftovers.
Later that night after a beverage and cigar some people (not me of course) happened to notice that the potatoes were damn near perfect sized for the bore of the one mortar. One thing led to another and all of a sudden we were launching these things skywards.
The next morning the folks who run the nature center about a half mile away got to work to find their building mysteriously pelted with potatoes. I won’t go into details about the aftermath but since then Stone House have only served mashed or “au gratin” potatoes.
(And if anyone asks, rubber chickens will fire out of a 2 pound gun AND reinvent vulcanization at the same time. And glow-sticks work well in .62 and .69 muskets. Trust me ------- we have some interesting times once you Tourons leave.)
I realized it was something like that.
A failed attempt to amuse you. I apologize.
Ya know, it’s just a shame to have to call up alleged grownups to tell 'em to get the timesheets that were due last Firday into payroll if they want to get paid this Firday. How could you not remember to send in your time? Of course if they didn’t get paid it would then somehow be all my fault. :rolleyes:
My temper is getting short
One thing is I’m hungry, all I have had to eat is a few crackers.
I tried calling for pizza and I really wanted a sub today, because I am hungry and something must e wrong with the sub shop phone. So we are getting Dominoes, which is not my favorite but better than nothing.
However, I don’t need to call my niece about the card because I don’t know what I did wrong last time but this time the gift card worked.
I’m trying to get all the paperirk together to submit the offer and it is 30+ pages most of which is bullshit and some of it is duplicate. All these damn disclosures, my favorite being that Washington County is a rural county which means it has farms so there may be noise, odors, fumes, dust, flies, machinery (including aircraft), vibrations, manure (storage and disposal), fertilizers, soil amendments and pesticides, and while they don’t come right out and say it, basically if this stuff is going to bother you don’t move here.
And there are the lead paint disclosure and short sale disclosure and dual agency disclosure and FHA rules and disclosures, and the sellers disclosures and your rights and responsibilities disclosures and pages and pages and pages of CYA stuff that anybody with an ounce of common sense would know anyway.
Then again from previous experience in rural living, a lot of people who come from urban areas have no idea what they are getting themselves into.
Then for whatever reason my scanner/printer decided to make each page it’s own file and they are named address, address1, address11, address111 thru addressfollowedby29ones. I’m trying to find a way to combine them into one file rather than scan them again. I think I missed a check box to put them all in one file but I scanned them as one unit so you’d think it would be one file.
So I’m irritated and irritable right now.
**swampy **- you mean the Money Fairy doesn’t automatically pay everyone every week? What kind of antiquated system are you using there???
House plants have been variously trimmed, transplanted, watered, and settled in new locations as necessary. **FCD **is home from the dentist futzing in the garage again. I’ve got the house closed up and the a/c on… <sob>
Guess it’s time to decide what to thaw for supper…
MOOOOOOM all I know is I report I work “x” amount of hours and every other Firday money shows up in my bank account. I just assume the Money Fairy puts it there.
sari farmers would solve a lot of problems with those awful smells in rural areas if they’d just just perfume those hawgs, cows, chikins, goats, horses, and so forth. Is that too much to ask!
**sari **- your “disclosures” reminds me of something my brother told me about eons ago. One of his friends apparently came from money and had lived a sheltered life. Now a grown man, he’d bought his first house in a hoity-toity subdivision, and he’d invited my bro over to see the place. It was after dark, and they were standing out on the back deck talking, when his friend suddenly went “Listen!”
In the quiet of the suburban evening, there was the occasional fffffffttt of a bug zapper in a yard 2 or 3 houses away. My bro’s friend got this look of disgust and said “Isn’t that annoying??”
I can’t imagine how he’d deal with living where I do or any other rural area. Every once in a while, when the wind is just right, we can tell that the locals have fertilized the fields.
Just got some sad news. I think a couple of weeks ago I shared the news that YP and wife were expecting another child. Well, it ain’t happenin’. The baby’s heart stopped beating last week. I feel so sorry for both of 'em right now. YP sent out an email about it a little bit ago. He said in the email that they talked about and email seemed the best way to inform everyone as quickly as possible. They’re also asking that we don’t talk to them about it just yet as they are not ready to talk right now. They would however welcome notes, cards and so forth. So, I’ll write a nice little “thinking of you” note and talk to OYKW about the both of us making maybe a small donation to the church’s children fund in the baby’s honor. Just so sad.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled MMP.
I had friends who bought a farmette (10 acres) in the country. Their 10 acre farmette was in middle of 500 acres that sadly went up for sale as 5 acre lots.
There first run in with the city folk was the neighbor who wanted to let their dogs run, after all that’s what dogs in the country do. The first place the dogs ran was under my friends fence to chase the pretty horses. One dog got kicked and the neighbors were just livid that my friends horses would kick their dogs. They thought my friends should put up a dog proof fence to keep their dogs out, as opposed to them putting up a dog proof fence to keep their dogs in.
Then another neighbor thought the lower part of his lot would make a nice pond. Never mind that the lower part of his lot joined the lower part of my friends lot. He dug it out a little deeper and filled it with water. No problem with my friends, that part was always soggy anyway. However, the neighbor thought it would be cool if his kids could ice skate on said pond when it froze over in the wintertime. This meant his kids kept sliding into my friends barbed wire fence that went across the side of the pond. So the neighbor cut the fence, then got mad when my friends horses got into his yard. He threatened to sue my friends for his kids getting cut up on the fence and the damage the horses did to his lawn, they pointed out to him that putting in a pond without a permit was illegal and it wasn’t their fault his kids kept sliding into the fence.
Well, I’ve had my pizza and the papers are sent, I’m feeling less grumpy and it’s time to take a hot bath. It’s pouring buckets outside. I still have to mail the check and hard copies of the paper irk but I’ll wait and make sure everything is properly signed first. I’ll run them up to the PO in the am, it won’t make much difference if they go out now or in the am anyway.
Oh, thunder! and the sun is shining! Maybe I shouldn’t get in the bath?
That is why the first thing I will do when I become stinking rich is to buy up all the land around me and start an alligator farm.
I’ve got a couple of chicken breasts thawing for supper. Not sure what I should make. Suggestions?
Chicken Cordon Bleu.
Chicken Kiev.
Chicken Jodi.
Chicken Swampy (Call Kentucky fried and ask if they deliver)
I found a recipe for chicken herb pasta with peas that sounds good. So I think I’m going with that.
Um, KFC delivery wouldn’t help with the semi-frozen hunks of chicken on my counter.