One does not snarf one’s soup. One slurps one’s soup. Some people just have no manners!
I gotta say, the smoked laigs and thighs are good. I had one of each for N.O.L. followed by a nice nappypoo. I am not lazy cause I did spiff da cave this mornin’, so there!
I’ve got pants in the dryer and shirts in the washing machine. Productivity continues. Oh and I found a bag full of pullover shirts on a shelf in the guest bedroom closed I’d forgotten I had. So, I have new shirts! YAAAAAAY!!! Per my resolution in my confessions of a shirtaholic mmp, I have not actually bought any new shirts. These were already there.
I am officially lazy today–I’m catching up after being a bit off the grid for the past couple days and I’m comforting myself that I’m also desultorily doing some household chores but the fact is that I’m still in vacation mode and am in no great hurry to get over it. Yawn.
Sorry, but I like “you guys.” I think if I have to accept infinitely more egregiously disagreeable (say THAT three times real fast!) examples of language drift without becoming audibly stabby I’m allowed one free shot, and that one is MINE. And don’t EVEN try “The Look” on me, because I pwn “The Look.” So there…
Perhaps I shall clean the kitchen floor. Then again, we have three dogs this weekend so what would be the point? Hmm, conundrum…
::wipes drool and wags finger at swampy:: Every time you mention the smoker my tummy starts rumbling!
Shadow, those yarns are gorrrrrrgeous. I can’t imagine how warm the musk ox must be.
Provided they’re not sold out by time mr.j gets to the store, I should be assembling this table and chair setin the next half hour or so (while mr.j works changes the idler pulley on his truck). The microwave’s going on top of the fridge, which means I’ll be digging out the cleaning supplies first. ::shiver:: The top of the fridge is an alternate universe for a vertically challenged individual such as myself.
A big Boo! for the ouchies, the cling-ons, the snuffles and the grumps. I brought homemade orange brandy chocolate truffles. For medicinal purposes.
Okay, my freaking aunt is on Facebook. This is getting out of hand. At least I don’t have to worry about my dad showing up on there what with his slow-molasses dialup and all.
I have officially become A Regular at the local Tea Shoppe. I come in two or three times a week to work on my thesis. I always get a pot of Earl Grey with cream and sugar. I drink the pot dry as I scribble madly in my notebook. Today I went back up to the counter to get a Cadbury Crunchie and a book of poetry written by a former professor I liked. The girl behind the counter says “Pot of tea?”
“Nope, I’ve already fried my brain for today. I’m just getting this for the road.”
She didn’t ring up the book. I’m a very good tipper (usually put $1 in the jar for a $2.50 pot of tea) so I think it’s okay. I put $2 in the jar today just in case.
At least they get the same jokes you do. My mom was an English teacher and didn’t get the engineering stuff at all. I can imagine that there’s a lot of pressure on you though! What kind of engineering are you majoring in? KT’s mechanical and I was industrial, which included the info systems stuff at my school, which is what I’m doing now. (And even then, they called us Imaginary Engineers. :rolleyes: :mad: )
Well, I took the tack of warning my coworkers that they might be getting a little un-PC as they sent around emails referring to Loud Talker today. So not a direct “cut it out” but hopefully I got the message across that it’s not really cool what they’re saying. And so far, everything seems good between them and me so I think I managed to get the point across without offending anyone. So far so good.
I am now the proud owner of FCM Original candle holders. Yay! (Postage will be sent Monday or so. I need to get envelopes and didn’t have time today on my break.)
I have returned victorious from Stitches! I stayed within my budget and bought some nice yarn. The woman who sold me the red yarn tried to upsell me to Niebling’s Lyra, but I’m not quite ready for that yet. I probably should have grabbed the pattern, though, it goes in and out of print. I didn’t find any buffalo or vicuna this year. I can’t afford it anyway, so it’s just as well. The market was definitely smaller this year, so the aisles were actually wide enough for more than single file. However, they still filled the exhibition hall. There were fewer exotic fibers and novelty yarns this year and lots of plied wool in bright variegated and semi-solid colors and plenty of undyed alpaca in various colors. It was fun but exhausting. I think I need a nap.
Hah! Yeah, I we loves us some good math jokes. Say, did you hear the one about the physicist, the chemist, and the mathematician…? Hehe. Oh, and I’m Mech E - I’ve always done better with macroscopic systems than I have with things I can’t see, which is probably why Chemistry and I don’t get along and why I never really had any interest in computer engineering. Things like force balances and fluid dynamics just seem to click with me… :3
Wow - that’s amazing. I didn’t know that you could knit lace. I can crochet lace like that with thin cotton but I almost always use a pattern unless it’s a small simple piece. It’s too hard for me to figure it all out so that round patterns lay flat. I don’t know how to knit but it looks like it would be much harder.
Ok…that was weird. Not sure how that earlier bit posted itself. I guess I AM tired. It was supposed to start:
Wow, such a long week! Home from work and have been watching stuff online.
So you know the drama at work yesterday? Well, today was negotiations (more like me laying down the law at 2 different departments), but, still, tiring.
Plus there was more. But I’m tired and clearly not all there, so I’ll be back later, after I’ve eaten and maybe taken a nap.
**snowbunny **- glad the package got there - I think yours was the farthest-flung. Just a couple more who haven’t mentioned if they got their boxes, unless I missed them…
**FCD **and daughter went out to supper and brought back some pizza for me, so I’m fed, showered, and ready to crash. I’m thinking it’ll be another NyQuil night. I need the sleep. Hope I’m back to more normal tomorrow. I think having the vaporizer running on my night stand helped.
Dang - caught in the middle of a sneeze attack. Not fun… Methinks I should be toddling back to bed. Nighty-night!
I’ve been up to the hospital to see JoeDawg’s Daddy’s Mother. She’s in with pneumonia. This is her fourth hospital stay for pneumonia. About this time every year for the past four years she’s had a two to three day stay. Weird. She’s 84 years old on top of that and on other meds for various and sundry ailments. Y’all say an extra prayer or whatever you do for Miss Becky, ok?
I told JoeDawg’s Daddy that I would make dindin for his Father tomorrow evenin’ so he could have sump’n decent to eat after hangin’ at the hospital all day. They live in a little town about thirty miles away and he goes home at night to feed the outdoor cats and sleep. Thus, I shall feed him, JoeDawg’s Daddy and partner. I took a pork tenderloin out of the freezer. Think maybe I’ll butterfly it and do it on the grill and figure out veggies to go with.
That’s pretty much the news from swampland right now.
Did you expect them to use it in NORTH Korea?
And here, for your reading pleasure, is the House at Grrr Corner:
Low rental boy and I walked along
with inner rage simmering in tune.
Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore
as our snark reappeared all too soon.
But I’ve wandered much further today than I should
and I can’t seem to find my way out of the wood.
So, help me if you can I’ve got to get
back to the house at Grrr corner by one.
You’d be surprized there’s so much to be done,
count all the chips on my shoulder,
chase all my “friends” who lord o’er
Me: back to the days of enmity in spades and Poop.
Whiney the Pooh doesn’t know what to do,
got a big ole stick stuck up his ass.
He came to me asking help and advice
and from here we all know where he goes.
So I sent him to ask of the Owl if he’s there,
how to loosen a stick from the ass of a bear?
So, help me if you can I’ve got to get
back to the house at Grrr corner by one
You’d be surprized there’s so much to be done,
hoard all the hurt in the world,
see joy and piss on it well-
Back to the days of negative A-tude and Poop,
back to the days of A-tude adjustment and Poop,
back to the ways of Poop.
Ok, not my best effort. Cope.
Nice afternoon- Attacks Husband came over and we made tortillas and chatted, then Mr. Lissar came home from work and we had dinner together. Nice family time. I am going to miss Attacks Husband so much when he ups and leaves us for Hawaii.
Ten-thirty. Bedtime. See ya.
I stayed within my budget and bought some 
