Surely it’s okay to eat naked if you’re getting a midnight snack, or something.
There are little ants in my kitchen. I am wroth. I don’t think they should be out of hibernation or whatever yet. I’ve killed about twenty ants since last night. I don’t know where they’re coming from, but I want them all dead.
I am nekkid in the shower, in the hot tub, in the pool (after dark), in bed when somebody’s with me, before I get dressed and maybe at the doctor’s office. I am not nekkid when I cook (ok, on occasion but I do wear an apron), when I eat, when I go get the paper or mail, or when I leave the house (after I get where I’m goin’ I may or may not be nekkid, dependin’ on the circumstances). At all other times I am clothed, at the very least in my underwear, which unlike QD, is not ratty. We understand that now? 
I’m waiting on the grass to dry out so I can mow. I want to get this over with.
I was most assuredly NOT nekkid yesterday when the NerdMobile[sup]TM[/sup] blew a spark plug out of the engine leaving work. Fifty miles of BANG BANG BANG… down the road was quite annoying. This, coupled with the alignment problems I’ve been having (both have happened soon after those items were worked on by Goober the Mechanic), have filled me with much grrrrrrr.
The sparkplug apparently vibrated out, and the bang it made when it popped was quite spectacular. According to Goober, neither set of threads are damaged, so it’s a matter of putting it back and snugging it down. Beats having to replace the cylinder head…
I just reupped. Y’all have to put up with me for another year. Live with it. So There!
Good morning, all!
MBG, that mother needs to get the stick out of her butt and deal with the fact that her daughter is in a tough situation and needs some love and guidance from her mother, not a shrieking harpy who’s convinced that she did this just to spite her.
MamaTigs: I am thoroughly disgusted that your cat thought it was a good idea to hork on you. Blech. Yet another reason that I’m wary of getting a cat. Guinea pigs and dogs rarely decide to come up to you to puke on you.
VunderBob, that’s pretty scary. My car is over 10 years old and under 40,000 miles. Unfortunately, I lost the last bit of plastic that served to function as the horn button this morning, so my horn mechanism no longer works on either side of my steering wheel. :smack: 
I don’t use it too often, but man, there are times when it comes in handy down here in the land of crazy drivers.
I made an awesome turkey sammich last night for dinner. There really is nothing I like better than Boar’s Head Cracked Pepper turkey with some good toppings and a nice, hearty bread to encase it in. It’s entirely too bad that, when I ran to the grocery store to get meat JUST for this sammich, I forgot to get a dill pickle to go with it.
I have not been talking to said mom, but the Wife has quite a bit. She seems to be moderating a BIT, but still it sounds like she is badly in need of some whumping. The girl applied for some state program that our ‘blessed’ (deep, deep sarcasm) Governor put in place that offers health insurance to everyone in the world so at the very least it sounds like she’ll have some kind of insurance.
The real problem as I see it is that the daddy still hasn’t shown his face at their house. He was supposed to have been there Monday for dinner, but the daughter made excuses for him - “he had some family thing come up”
Uh, pal? That’s your family now. Learn a thing called responsibility.
Damn kids.
Ahh. Hump day is over with, and we’re on to pre-Friday. On the other hand Thursdays are traditionally quite busy for us, and if it gets busier than yesterday we’re gonna be slammed.
I have refrained from doing anything further on the ‘puter both on account o’ the fact that if all goes well the temporary new Windows install will be wiped by Friday night, and because I don’t want to risk the old hard drive getting any wheezier. It’s still gotta survive two more days so I can ghost everything to the new drive. After that it perform its best stage death throes for all I care, 'cos it’ll be Maxtor’s problem then.
Rain today. And for the rest of the week. Yecch. Could be worse, though. Evidently one of our clients in Cornerbrook, NF still has 4 feet of snow in outlying areas.
Bobbio - That reminds me of a friend’s car years ago. His car was, to be charitable, a rolling scrapyard. (Not that this is the part that reminds me of your car in particular) There were no end of rather serious problems with that thing. There was the time the counterweight under the car came lose, which we discovered as we tried to back up over a rise in the sidewalk. Then there was the time when the transmission fluid leaked all over the ground, resulting in a 5mph drive to the mechanic. Oh, and of course when the driver’s side door stopped closing properly, which made right turns very interesting. One time in particular though we were parked outside a little 3-store plaza and were just returning from one of said stores. We got in, he started the car up. For whatever reason he was having a bit of fun gunning the engine while the car warmed up, when on one rev in particular there was a huge BOOM!! He shut off the engine and we got out to see what just asploded. It wasn’t immediately obvious, but within a minute or so we found the problem: One of the fan blades had broken off and sliced clean through the fan belt, the air filter, and straight out the side of the car to disappear into an adjacent parking lot. (We presume, as we never found the remains of that blade.) There was a nice gash through the side of the car to mark its passing. This incident was following all of the other briefly mentioned incidents above, and I think it was at that point he decided he really needed a new car. Ya think?
LiLi - Ant traps. That’s whatcha need. Finding out where they’re coming from though is important, as you may need a wee bit o’ spot reno done.
DoggieButler - I just got outta the pool! Honest!
BusDude - It may be more her mother than her father, but, A) That’s probably worse for a daughter, whose mother ought to be someone to look up to for reasons other than that her nose is stuck in the air in a permanent sneer, and B) That doesn’t say much about her father’s character, who is either oblivious to these goings-on or does nothing to stop them. Either way he shoulders his own share of the blame.
Alistair - MSI is good. I had one a number of years back, no complaints, reliable board. Asus make great boards, but they seem to fumble sometimes on the BIOS. Fortunately that part is freely upgradable. 
Otherwise Asus have some good solid hardware, especially those with the nForce platform.
MBG - Mom still needs a smacking. Nothing serious, just a quick, sharp open hand to the cheek.
Dad-to-be just needs me and Swampy to pay his dumb ass a visit to discuss responsiblity. With a baseball bat.
In other news:
I’ve been feeling poorly, and it turns out my gall bladder is slacking off, so they’re gonna yank it out. I’m still not sure why it took them a month to figure out that it was the gall bladder, but at least they did. The doc said that nanaimo bars and smarties probably caused it, so I’ll be sending Lissla the bill for my insurance deductable.
I’m also looking at my calendar for tomorrow, and see that its nothing but back to back meetings, in which nothing will get done. (Unless you count the steady erosion of my sanity. Lot’s will get done on that front. It’ll be the equivalent of strip mining a beach) Is there a “meetings suck ass” smiley?
More importantly, would it be reasonable to claim my gall bladder is acting up, take a sick day, and go to the movies instead?
Sigh. I won’t bore you with the details, but The Terrible Week From Hell just keeps on producin’ the hits around here. Highlight: our other car (a 1989 Jeep Cherokee) is headed for the shop, soon’s the Ford (Fixed Or Repaired Daily) Windstar is treated and released.
Sigh.
But … I have good, fun news too! Yesterday I met internationally known mystery writer Sue Grafton. Yes siree bob. Sue Grafton, author of the ‘alphabet’ series of mysteries, including (but not limited to) A is for Alibi, B is for Burgler, etc. She is quite the lovely person and gave a charming half-hour interview. She graciously signed my copy of ‘A’ (which everyone was impressed I had; it was published in 1982) as well as a copy of the press release I wrote announcing her appearance.
So, ya me! Meeting famous people is definately a perk of working in television/journalism.
Welby, you need to throw a sickie tomorrow to go and sort out the MBG crisis. You speak to daddy and send your wife to huff at the offending mother!
She needs a stern talking to, I reckon a good huff in her direction will do the trick.
<koff koff> Yep, I’m still a sickie. I was snoozing away when the %^&$!*&% phone rang. I ignored it. 15 minutes later, it rang again, so I dragged my sick self out of bed and went to check the caller ID (there’s no way I was going to get to the phone before the machine picked up) only to discover that it was, in fact, **FCD ** calling. He was amazed yet again that I was asleep. Um, dude, I’m sick. :rolleyes:
So I brushed my teeth, let Scruffy out to do her thing again, and made a cup of tea. I should probably make something breakfast-like, too. I hope I feel up to going to class tonight - I really can’t afford to miss - we’re going to learn to do tiles, which I’ve been looking forward to for weeks. We shall see.
For the record, I do not like being sick. I don’t like a snuffly nose and I definitely don’t like the coughing fits. Especially when I don’t have medicinal ice cream at home. <sigh> Woe is me…
Ellen - how cool - I love Sue Grafton’s stuff! A friend of mine got a lovely letter from her some years back. In one of her books, she describes a coffee mug with elephants humping all over it, and Alice just happens to have that mug, so she had to write the author. They’ve got a date for coffee if Sue ever gets to Orange Park, FL.
I dunno. When it comes to parental idiocy, Welbywife usually doesn’t huff. Choice words delivered with a sneer are more her speed with this kind of thing.
It was not the nanaimo bars! I refuse to pay the bill! I’m Canadian! We don’t do hospital bills!
I’m sorry to hear about the gall bladder. You should definitely take the day off. Take two, and then you can go beat up Mom, as well.
Mork, we live in a pretty old apartment building. They could be coming from anywhere. I’m just not sure if Idiot Cat or More Idiat Cat could manage to eat an ant trap. Sigh. I’ll probably stop at the hardware store on the way to work.
Time for breakfast. I started draping a very cool dress last night, sort of forties-ish, and now my livingroom, which was clean, is chaos again. I just need to get a zipper, and a whole bunch of bias tape to finish it. What I should be doing is vacuuming, not sewing.
It’s dark and kinda rainy out this morning, which I have been wanting for several weeks now (I love dark and rainy weather, especially when it starts storming).
I found out yesterday afternoon when I got home from work that the power company was about to shut off my electricity. It turns out that something was misprocessed when I set my bill up to directly withdrawl from my bank account every month and my last couple of bills were unpaid. Luckily I was able to pay them and avoid the shut off (and fix the auto-billing issue so I shouldn’t have this problem in the future) but it was still a frusterating situation.
Mork - The board (which is currently sitting in my living room waiting to be installed when I get home from work today) is an nForce 500 series. Here’s hoping that I don’t have any BIOS issues for some time.
I just keep getting the image of really tiny mouse traps. Talk about an ineffective method of ant removal.
Just like them Canadians. Stuff us full of Nanaimo bars and then let us rot. If you’re not gonna pay the bill, at least you can send me some bars, since I won’t have a gall bladder for them to kill anymore. 
-BTW Lissla, last year when I went to Vancouver to go fishing I bought my dad a nanaimo bar - he’d never had one. Apparently he is now unable to pass onto Canadian soil without finding and eating nanaimo bars.
The interview went well, and I know I’m on the shortlist. The job doesn’t sound too exciting, and the pay’s not great, but it’s more than I’m making with Unemployment, and if the job goes permanent, I’ll probably make a lot more money.
Oh, and Winchester (Winston’s close, though ) has succeeded in depriving poor Supes of his cape, and routinely grabs him by the junk to drag him into another room for more torture. It’d be horrifying if it wasn’t so damn cute.
I’m on the phone with Rosie right now–she says hi, and she’s all doped up on morphine. The PT people are trying to get her out of bed, but it’s very slow and painful. She’s thinking about not having the second surgery yet, simply because she’s still in so much pain. Right now all she’s caring about is that someday she can go up and down stairs and that someday she’ll get to a computer again. She says she’ll be in the hospital about another week and a half, and is determined that she won’t let them release her until she’s confident she can handle stairs. They’ve got her on the CPM machine three times a day, and this morning she dozed off during breakfast, and they took her tray away before she woke up. But she sounds pretty good, and I’m going to give her another call tomorrow or Saturday to keep you guys posted.
MBG, still having this kind of day?
Hah! Our Canadian-food-world-domination-plot is working!
Sort of.
I think I’m going to go to the fabric store and get a zipper and bias binding instead of vacuuming. I’m evil.
Also covered in bits of thread.
Most certainly, regarding sort of. I’ve managed to foil the poutine gambit quite handily.
Of course, I’m going to start the Texas Caviar counteroffensive…