taxi I’ll bet none of the rest of us can say we own 1/6 of a plane! 
One stands up for one’s principles. However if one is sent to the principal’s office for bein’ bad in school, when Mr. or Ms Principal comes into the room it’d be a good idea to stand up for one’s Principal.
Happy Cubemove Bbbobbio!
Speakin’ of animals gettin’ their groove on, I saw Liz and Ard at it late Saturday afternoon on the back porch. Can’t believe I forgot to mention that!
That’s what I thought, but as I typed it, I wasn’t sure and was too lazy to go to m-w.com and look it up. 
Yeah, we’re excited about owning part of a wing of a plane. Or maybe it’s the tail section. I’m not sure which 1/6th of the plane they’re carving out for us. 
taxi call dibs on the pilot seat and the instruments. That should be at least 1/6 of a plane, right?
Dindin was (surprise!) turkey dinner leftovers. Turkey shall play a part of dindins all week. Tomorrow I shall come up with different vegetation and sides however. We et all the dressin’ and I ain’t makin’ more.
That is all for now.
5.4 servings a MONTH? Where do they find these people? I eat 7 servings of chocolate per week, and that’s just average. And I thought it was common knowledge that people self-medicated with chocolate: the theobromine in it acts a sort of SSRI.
Doesn’t it? I’m on an SSRI and I still eat chocolate daily. I don’t consider myself depressed, but since I’m on an anti-depressant, perhaps I should… All I know is that I feel better about life on the damned thing, but I still want chocolate. I’ll be in my coffin wanting chocolate. Hell, my coffin will be MADE of chocolate!
My day is off is almost over and I pissed it away. I didn’t really, but I wanted to DO something with it and instead I cleaned and did errands and paid bills. I hate being a grown up sometimes. Where are the balloons and the party favors?
Sorry to hear about 'im indoor’s dad, Boo Fae. Also sorry to hear about The Son, Rebo. Fingers crossed for** Nava’s** job. I know I’d kill my mother if I lived with her for more than a day. Swampus-you did the right thing. And you can always eat road kill… Georgians have a long history of eating roadkill. I kid!
Arrgh! I am in the wrong here?
A little backstory before I get to what is irritating me today. I’ve told you all numerous times about this group of friends we hang out with. One of this group always wants someone to pick her up and drive her home when go out together because, well, she likes to get her drunk on. Fine and good, whatever. However, she always wants to leave earlier than we want to.
I feel that if you’re bumming a ride from someone, you don’t really have the right to dictate when everyone is leaving said even’t or get together. It’s…um…nervy…at least to me.
In the past, the hubby and I have just shrugged and gone with it. She’s on the other side of town from us, but whatever, we’re generally not really bothered by giving her a ride.
There have been times too, when the group decides we should all ride together. Fine and dandy, my Expedition seats eight. No big deal. It can handle the group. And we do it with a smile.
Now we come to the crux of the matter. We’ve all been invited as a group to another individual’s home for a BBQ and some 99. This person lives, oh, about 30 to 35 miles from us. They all decided that we should ride down together. This group of friends that we hang out with regularly, live in all different directions from us. Plus, remember, the one friend that never wants to drive and wants everyone (read: me and hubby) to pick her up and drive her home.
So, I thought, “Self, I love my friends, but I’m not driving all over creation and back to pick up these friends, and THEN driving to Olympia, and then driving through three different towns to drop these people off”. That’s just a bit much.
I sent them all an e-mail saying we would be happy to drive everyone, but asked them to meet at our house. I don’t think this is too much to ask for. I also explained that:
a: This new friend lives a long way away.
b: It’s a 99 party, which mean LATE night.
So, what did the one friend respond with? She said we should all make a pact to leave the new friend’s place at 11:00. Okay, WHO is driving again. Umm, right, that would be us? Why are you dictating to me when I should leave. If the party is over at that time fine; however, if it’s not, why should it be incumbent upon me to drive you home when you NEVER drive.
Ugh, I’m getting too irritated. Am I wrong?
I love this group of people, but this shit pisses me off. I wouldn’t dream of dictating to someone who gave me a ride (on numerous, numerous occasions) what time to leave an event or party.
AM I WRONG?
No, you aren’t. If I were you I’d send an email out along the lines of, “Well, the Husband and I might stay later than that so you’re welcome to wait for us if you want, but if you want to leave at 11pm we understand. 
Here’s a cab company number.” Or something.
Some people are just clueless.
That’s the trouble with being so accomodating*. People expect you to always be such. No, Taters, you have every right to be peeved
*I don’t care if it’s misspelled
rigs the only problem with roadkill is it’s really not safe to stop and pick it up unless you’ve just run over it yourself. That way, you know it’s fresh.
Taters definitely not wrong. Perhaps if she sees herself as wanting to leave earlier than the rest of you who carpooled together, then she should either not go or drive herself. Oh wait, then she can’t get drunk and whine she’s ready to go. Silly me. :rolleyes: My vote is to say, “we’re leaving when everyone is ready to leave, so if you can’t stay later than eleven, then you need to arrange your own transportation.” She’ll either be ok with that or not. It’s up to her. Just let her know, them’s the rules that night.
Here’s what I think:
People who just want to use any social occasion to get their drunk on are either very troubled or very needy or very boring or all 3.
Said people do NOT get to dictate the terms of their agreement. Afterall, you are putting up with a slobby drunk every time you go out with her. In exchange, she has to put up with your departure times. What’s next? Her telling you what to wear?
People who don’t reciprocate or at least offer to do so, SUCK. I don’t like your slobby drunken entitled friend much.
Send an email, much like Haze said, stating that you and hubby are going to make a LATE night of it, so perhaps there should be 2 cars going to this shindig.
When slobby drunken skank woman hollers that it’s 11pm and time to GO, you say nope, we’re sticking around as per the prior email. Do not apologize to her, but also don’t say it in a dickish way. Let her go pass out somewhere or puke somewhere quiet.
Enjoy the party.
Find a way to keep this group of friends and get rid of her. She can go get her drunk on in the privacy of her own home and then nobody gets stuck driving her anywhere. :rolleyes:
Have I said I don’t like your “friend”? Oh, yeah, I did.
I am home alone. Yay! I love being home alone and it happens not at all lately. That is all.
Cajun Chicken Pasta: Cajun Chicken Pasta
It turned out okay - I should have added more pepper and reduced the liquid more before adding the veggies, but overall it was decent. I think done properly it would be delicious, but I was being lazy last night.
She’s not a sloppy drunk by any means, she just knows her limits. She’s an extremely early riser and extremely energetic person. Hence, she gets tired when it gets late. It’s not often a problem. We point her to the couch and she’s happy with it.
I should point out this friend is extremely generous in other ways. Extremely generous. This is the one and only thing about her that gets on my nerves.
I did end up sending another email to all parties involved. I stated it was premature to decide what time we were leaving, especially when we didn’t even know what time the party started. I also said, that we were going to play it by ear, and left it at that.
I think my point was made. I have a feeling the one friend won’t like it. Another friend replied that she thought the festivities started at 6:00. So, 11:00 may be a good time, or it may not be. Again, I plan to play it by ear.
Which brings a odd question across my brain; are Euro coins usable across borders? In other words, can I take 50 Euros in coins minted by Denmark and 60 Euros from say France and pay off your tab in Belgium?
(I save up the junk Canadian stuff from work and swap it to a buddy who fishes there at terms agreeable to us both ----- I am wondering if I can do the same with Euros)
Plus he can always get the sexy nurse to feed him…
Taters, that friend is not acting as a friend in this respect. She’s acting as someone who happens to share friends with you, but who is not a friend.
Yes, kopek, that’s the whole point of Euros. All Euro coins are valid throughout the Eurozone; each country distributes those with their symbols, but right now my wallet has Euros with Spanish, Portuguese and Luxembourg symbols (Luxembourguese?). People will sometimes get one they don’t remember seeing before and ask “oooh, where is this Euro from?” but so long as anybody in the room can identify it (stores have a chart with all the pics) it’s valid coin.
I had a business meeting in London with people from half a dozen countries, the week after Euros had become legal tender. We spent a lot of time trading coins and asking “what does the pic mean?” It was like being back in the schoolyard and in fifth grade, trading cards… “anybody got a French 5c? I’m missing that one”
Kopek - Yes you can! All eurozone minted coins are legal tender in the whole Eurozone!
7 more sleeps people - 7 more sleeps! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D
Pity siestas don’t count, eh?
I wish the UK would get with the program and use the Euro. It’s annoying when driving around Ireland and have to constantly switch between the euro and pounds. Grumble.
{{{{soapy, rebo, and boofae}}}}
Good job hunting vibes to swampy and nava. You know the power of the MMP!
haze, :eek: TMI!
Taters, I say the big vehicle should suddenly develop mysterious mechanical difficulties and you and hubby should take up motorcycles.
I have a very rebellious senior pug dog who’s refusing to eat her new, more easily digestible dog food. Yes, I know hunger will win out eventually, but she’s standing here barking at me. :rolleyes:
Off to purtify for irk.
Tupug
Oi! Us Brits like our Sterling, thank you very much!
Had the not unexpected bad news yesterday, ‘im indoors’ father passed away in the evening so at some point I expect to be hoofing it up to Scotland for the funeral.
Please point a few positive thoughts in his direction, I’m sure the family could use them.
You Brits like your sterling, but the multi-bank system can be a bit of a pain, due to things like businesses Down There refusing pounds printed Up There.
More good vibes sent thereabouts of Glasgow…
Good thoughts pointed at Scotland…
I agree with others that she’s not a friend, Taters, at least not when it comes to rides.
Went to a friend’s last night and set up her wireless printer and something for an e-book that she got for her birthday.
Tired, still, but need to get up. It’s my Firday, so there’s that.
How’s it going today, Soapy?
Hugs all.
GT