Columbus Day is a fed and state holiday, so Monday will be kinda dead, which is fine by me. Course on Tuesday I’ll get bothered with two days worth of stuff. I may or may not choose to actually be bothered with it after I’m bothered though.
Bobbio how bout Rufus or Goober? Rafe? Beau? Personally I think Beau would be a cool southern type name, short for Beauregard. Then again you could call him Moonshine or White Lightnin’.
Speaking of Monday (that’s like Canadian Thanksgiving Day too, right?), that’s the day of the big payroll talk. See, we’ve had this mishmash of payrolls. Some weekly, some biweekly, some bimonthly… not so much a problem for me cause I don’t gotta do payroll, but I can see how it’s becoming a headache. Everything will be changed to biweekly. I get to have meetings with everybody who is not already paid biweekly to explain this. I predict much weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth. Garments may be rent even. I do hope it stops short of heaping ashes upon the head cause that just gets messy. Within a month’s time everybody will be ok with it and life will go on. Maybe Monday’s the day I should bring a bottle of kahlua to work.
Shit! Forget the Kahlua; you’re gonna need something stronger than that!
People don’t like change; especially if you’re messing with their money. There will be much bitching.
I personally like getting paid bi-weekly. I think the people who will kvetch the most are those that are paid weekly. It’s gonna be hard for them because they’re used to seeing a check every week. It’s their little safety net. Now, they’ll need to learn to stretch their money out more.
You already know all this though. You’re a smart bear!
Y’all are my witnesses. Taters says I can mix up a Thermos of martinis to bring to work Monday.
Oh there will be much bitchin’ and moanin’ on Monday. Perhaps I shall find little charred effigies of myself in several places. On the upside there’s no pitchforks, torches, tar or feathers to be had around here. There’s some rope but not enough to make a proper noose. I believe there may be enough wire in the shop to garrote me but it’s locked up in storage. If I stay out of the way of the forklift I’ll probably be safe.
My vehicle is full of boxes of mopheads. Ima cut out early and go to FedEx and drop 'em off. I like that. Oh and it’s ninety-one degrees Amurrkin outside right now. Where is this alleged cold front, I ask you? Where?
LiLi I forgot to say I am duly impressed by the swag. Mr. Lissar done good!
I gotta work on Monday, but most of our customers will think that we are closed (if they’re not closed themselves.) C’est la vie. Maybe I can catch up on stuff I need to do around here. I have a whole stack of “Things I Gotta Get Done Sometime” sitting on the edge of my desk. I can’t remember the last time I pulled something out of there and worked on it.
Well, there’s been a Buford in the family, who was a grandson of the original Beauregard on Hee Haw. That name is out. Willy is popular around here, but William is my middle name, so that’s out, too.
Fafnir is too big a word for the wife to handle.
So far, Jake and Loki are neck and neck. Loki is the Norse god of mischief, and if you know boxers, it’s appropriate. We had one that was named Satan for similar reasons…
Lightnin would also do, if he ever got to be lazy.
Then there’ the Maddy angle. I wanted to name him Beavis so she could be Butthead…
Thank you, everyone.
I have returned from sports doctor, x-rays, booking physio appointments (only $100 per visit, not bad but I’m Canadian and paying for health stuff feels weird), lunch out, and buying a really nice new cookpot for my birthday. I am a spoiled brat. I got Turkish delight, socks, a cd, a huge amount of cash, and a new $150 pot for my birthday, all from my parents. I really realise how spoiled I am on my birthday.
There’s something floating around inside my kneecap. There are pictures of it. The doctor doesn’t know if it’s that that makes my knee lock up, or just that my kneecap is all wiggly. Stay tuned.
Nap time. Not enough sleep last night due to melodrama. rrigs, we’re trying to become Catholic and Mr. Lissar was told by the priest at the become-catholic course that neither of us ought to join if we weren’t willing to quit our jobs to take the (not sacramentally necessary) course. I’ve booked an appointment with our priest, who is nice and reasonable, to talk about this.
Hi, folks. I just wanted to pop in and say this is my last day of posting privileges. I’m not going to re-subscribe, because I really don’t feel like I’ve found a niche, so to speak. I’ll still read what’s going on, but I don’t feel anyone got much out of what I added. And one old-timer actually thinks horribly of me, which I still don’t understand.
So, I just didn’t want to leave without saying thanks and goodbye, and good luck to everyone, and all that.
We got two more apartments done this morning, then went to lunch. I didn’t sleep well at all last night, and am trying very hard not to go take a nap this late in the afternoon. i don’t think I am going to be successful.
YaWanna don’t let one old curmudgeon drive ya away. You can niche right up in here if’n ya wanna. HAH! I crack me up! But if you feel you must leave, then have fun on the outside. Come back when you’re ready. You will come back. They always come back. Well, unless they’ve been banninated, that is.
I’m waiting on ol’ y’all know who to show up. Ima grill steaks then. A salad is made and some sweet N.O.T. are bakin’ in the oven.
Oh and there’s a surprise for later on. No, it’s not me naked and covered in chocolate. It’s an apple crisp. See, it’s all ready to pop into the oven. ACBG informed me that he wants to have a jacuzzi tub bubblebath after supper. So, while he’s all bubbly, I’ll preheat the oven and pop it in. He’ll start smelling it whilst bubblebathing. Then he’ll get all sweet and lovey-dovey on me cause I made him a special treat. I’m a good boyfriend.
I’m sneaking out early (oooh, 10 minutes early) 'cause the boss already left and I have 0 motivation left. I’ll be good and make up for it next week, promise.
Wish you were staying around, Ya Wanna! Definitely keep reading, because if you keep reading, you’ll wanna post, and…well…you’ll resubscribe and
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LiLi!!!
Did you know that there are hydrangeas that are called mopheads? Thought you’d want to know.
Oh, and swampy, will you marry me? Apple crisp right now would be ever so nice.
Long, frustrating day. I have a major headache and am going to have ice cream for dinner. It is a good thing (for them) that one of our software vendors was several states away today as they would not have lived, had they been in the same room with me.
I know I’m late to the party, but sincere nonetheless: **Happy Birthday, LiLi!!!**For the record, pouring rain, chilly temps, and gusty winds are not enough to keep real sailors away from the Annapolis Sailboat Show. If it wasn’t for my sweetie having to leave for Orlando (he’s in the air as I type this) we’d have waited till tomorrow. Instead, we got soaked and chilled and I spent much of the day wearing squishy shoes. We got some good info on stuff for our boat overhaul and we saw some neat stuff and talked to way too many salesfolk. But it was quality time together, so that was good.
The critters were happy when I got home - I was way late for their dinner. But they’ve been fed and so have I and now it’s time to chill. I should have stopped on the way home and bought some ice cream. I’m not going out there any more today. So I guess that’s that.
Hi, y’all, looks like you’ve been busy celebrating LiLi’s birthday while I wasn’t around today. And on that note:
Happy Birthday, LiLi!
Today was cool and gusty and rainy here, as FCM mentioned, but unlike her, I was smart enough to stay inside (except for a trip to the mailbox for the Junk Mail Derby, of course), and since I finally finished all the rush jobs I’d had stacked up one after another after another, I took a day to catch up on all the shows I’ve recorded for the last three weeks but hadn’t gotten around to watching. Plus 3 B5 episodes for good measure. It was a great day to snuggle up in a blankie and veg in front of the TV.
I vote for Loki, although my first choice would have been Floyd with the pink collar. What was wrong with that, anyway, Bobbio? And when are we going to see pictures, huh? Don’t you know you’re not supposed to talk about animals or babies without letting us see pictures?
While we were doing the apartments today we stopped to talk with the wife of one of the players, who was out walking their dogs. They have a rescue beagle named Rigley, and a beautiful boxer named Bauer. I love boxers! They are so goofy! A friend of mine has a female boxer she keeps saying she’s going to breed, but I kind of hope she doesn’t. I know if she does I’m going to end up with a boxer puppy, and my feline overlords will not be amused. At least I already have a fenced back yard…
FCM, my lovely piece of pottery is giving me fits - I can’t decide where to put it. It really looks nice in the living room on the endtable (where it is now) but I’m afraid someone is going to use it as an ashtray and piss me off. I may put some sand and stones in it and use it as a candle holder. Or under my bromiliad (sp?). Decisions, decisions…
I want some apple crisp! Warm, with a bit of ice cream, please.
DB, maybe they’re gettin’ all the losin’ out of their system early in the season. I can’t trade - We’ve got 24 guys coming to training camp (for an 18 man roster) and I’m anxious to see some of the older guys defend their place on the team. I’d hate to be the coach and have to cut someone who’s played for you for a couple of years, but Coach likes his job and has a couple of fingers without Championship rings.
Also, what is Beast? I don’t need a whole bag of pucks, but if you could get me a Hurricanes puck I’d love to swap a Cottonmouths puck for it. For my hockey wall - I’ll take a picture of it tomorrow and post it.
LiLi, I hope you can work things out with your priest. I don’t understand why the other one doesn’t understand that life has to happen in spite of us.
Swampy, where’s my apple crisp? I know you’re busy (>snerk<), but I’ve been staring at the CD drive for hours! It’s probably cold by now!
