Hi, Averie! Welcome! Actually, it’s about freakin’ time - you’ll fit in great around here.
It’s noon. That means I can switch from kahlua to gin right?
Oh, and I’m gonna die. I ate some quiche that had spinach in it. :eek:
Welcome avarie!
You need to get your butt in here more often. You’re in danger of losing you coveted Husband[SUP]TM[/SUP] status.
Great OP, gotti. We have a few RenFaires near here, but they tend to be trinkety and very commercial. I’ve been, but I think a slightly more authentic RenFaire held in the fall would be lots more fun. Yes, I do dress up.
I have to get to work early because someone is sick, which means I can’t clean the kitchen and unplug the drains before work. I could ask Mr. Lissar to do it, but he’ll be bruised, sore, and really tired from his grading yesterday. Tonight when I get home, or tomorrow.
Great MMP, Gotti!
I’m looking forward to going this year. For my birthday! It will be Halloween themed - way cool!
What a great weekend I had. It was wonderful seeing my li’l bro and his wife. They came in earlier than expected Wednesday evening - I picked them up at the airport and we came home to my Dad’s tacos and pinto beans. Yum! We sat around talking until the wee hours, then I took them to their hotel room. (We have no room at my house!)
Thursday we went out to eat breakfast (hubby had to work) at IHOP. Man, those stuffed french toast thingies are pretty good! Then we went shopping at THE mall to end all malls. The Galleria, where they have all the 'spensive stuff. Gucci, Versace, and a bunch of other designers that I don’t know…
Back home and got ready for going out to eat. My son set us all up with a reservation and a fine waiter. I was proud of my boy- he acted all grown up and stuff. It was lots of fun, then back home for wine and cheesecake - and “My Name Is Earl.” Got them to their rent-a-car on Friday. They were driving to Corpus for a wedding on Saturday. Then I came home and rested. All that visitin’ wore me out!
I took it pretty easy the rest of the weekend. 'Cept I made some truly awesome jambalaya last night. Mmm mmm mmm.
You kids and your newfangled technology. In my day, a trebuchet worked just fine, and caused a lot less wear-and-tear on the livestock (except the ones that got flung, of course.)
Howdy y’all.
That must be a really horrible job if you’re starting with Kahlua and switching to gin by lunchtime. What’s for dinner, straight shots of bourbon?
[cheesy fake French accent]“Fetchez la vache!!”[/cffa]
So, you know what I get for 25 years of loyalty? A certificate in a cheap plastic frame with a flimsy cardboard back.
There’ll be a big deal party sometime later this month, I’ve been promised, where I (and the gal who hits 25 in November) get to wear a plastic crown and cape while they take embarassing photos. And there will be a token gift of somesort, perhaps a nominal giftcert to Taffany’s (pardon me while I say “BFD!”)
Good morning all, welcome to the new folks, and welcome back to those that haven’t graced us with their presence for awhile.
I stayed home sick today. Just feel like general crap all over. My head is pounding too, but it’s not a migraine. I had to get out of the bed for a few minutes, my back is just KILLING me.
Great OP, gotti. I’ve never been to a Ren Faire. It sounds like it might be fun.
For those of you that don’t read the MMP into the weekend, I had to make the decision to make my cat a full-time outdoor kitty. I didn’t make the decision lightly. He’s taken to peeing on our carpets and I simply cannot afford to have the cat trash my house. He’s old, but otherwise healthy.
I bought him a nice little house, insulated with pads and whatnot and even put flaps up so the weather stays out and the warmth stays in. I put him out and put him in his house right away so he understood it’s his house. He stayed in the house about an hour and then he came out to explore the yard. He explored the yard, he explored the fence, he stared at the neighbors from the fence, he ran here and there and everywhere. It’s the most active I’ve seen him in a long time. At any rate, he seems to be doing fine.
He used to spend a lot of time outdoors, but when we bought this house three years ago, he was totally freaked out. Everytime we put him outside he cried and cried and cried. Apparently, all this has changed.
Additionally, if it gets really bitterly cold out, we’ll bring him in, but I just can’t have him in full time anymore. I checked this morning and he was just fine. In fact, I just checked again, and he’s just sort of hanging out in the back yard.
Man, I’m starting to feel worse. I think I’m going to try and lie down for awhile again. I hate, hate, hate feeling ill.
Hey Sean, I was just messing with a technical thingy at work, and saw a tag on it for Technical Thingies, Inc. attached to it. Thought you’d like to know…
OK-so IF a sick person, who cannot talk, leaves a voice mail on a risk manager’s er, voice mail, pleading with said person to call her back and arrange a time to speak to an attorney, sometime before 4pm, and said risk manager does not bother to call back, what’s a mother to do?
I tried. I tried to be a nice, good employee and chit chat with the lawyer-type person. I really did. If she calls now (it’s about 1:30 my time)-too bad, so sad.
Why don’t people call people back? 
Yay on the outdoor cat. Yay on all those who had good weekends. <jealous eyes at the Kahlua etc–If I weren’t sure my head would hurt worse, I’d join you>
{{{rigs}}} I’m sorry things are so awful for you right now - could the lack of callback be because said individual is not in today? It’s Yom Kippur - is the person in question Jewish? Maybe p-i-q is out sick also.
AFAIK, that place is still up for sale, and probably will be for quite a while. The problem is that it was built in wetlands, so the ground itself is sinking. :smack:
There was a huge page of images from KG circulating the rennie community a bit over a year ago. I had a look at our group’s message archive just now, and got the impression that the same corporation that ran our Faire into the ground four years ago had their hands in this one as well, so it’s no surprise they picked a bad place for it.
I remember looking at the pictures last year and thinking “Man, if we could just get some of the buildings!”
No. ,<sigh> Not Jewish. And she made it sound like this was URGENT! MUST BE THERE! type stuff, so I called and offered to come in, despite my hacking, achey stuff.
No reply.
this irks me. I call people back. I’ve been known to call back, to say that I can’t call back.
Ooh-phone ringing.
Nope-not work. Some odd woman named Cammy who wanted to know if I believe that entertainment needs to be cleaned up.
HOW do I get on these call lists?
Thunderbooming here. and life is not so awful, really. 
I’m just good a whining.
I told you we supplied the base and companies on it with stuff. If you know of anyone needing stuff like it, let me know - I have to be out making sales calls to military commands on Thursdays now, and I don’t have anything lined up this week.
rigs, that is my PET peeve, the 'not-call-back".
Grrr.
I actually tried to post earlier a couple times, but a little furry face ate the post up both times. I thought I was just cursed somehow.
reat OP gotti, alas my weekend was completely renfaire-less. I went with more of a Guitar Hero and vodka theme this weekend. Oh, and I went back to Curious Books (a used and rare bookstore in Lansing that we went to at the Central Michigan dopefest) as well. They were having a sale on essay collections so I picked up books of the essays and letters of Percy Shelley and John Ruskin.
I have noticed that I have a oddly voyeuristic tendency when it comes to authors. Sure, I love the philosophical works of Kierkegaard, but I love reading his journal even more. I adore the poetry of Keats, but I spend much more time reading his letters. While the scene in The Idiot that was inspired by the death of Dostoevsky’s 3 month old daughter is a powerful passage, the letter he wrote to a friend in Europe about it is simply, and tragically beautiful. So I guess I can understand people who are obsessed with the lives of celebrities, though I like to think my obsession is a little more intellectually driven than wanting to know who celebrity x is sleeping with this week.
Getting back to the topic of renaissance faires, as of late I have been completely surrounded with talk of renfaires as I have recently come into acquaintance with several members of the renfaire club on campus and they are preparing for the college fair this coming weekend. Having never been to one myself I would really like to go (especially since being a student it’s free for me), but of course it has to be this weekend when I will be in Arizona.
It very well may have been a Great OP as well, but I’m not so sure.
The bourbon’s for afternoon tea. For dinner, I’ll switch to moonshine. 
Actually dinnertime tonight is the big annual thingy. I get a fifteen year service award. Woo and Hoo. At least I don’t have to speak tonight. YAY! Oh, and there’s an open bar before dinner. Double YAY!
The spinach has not killed me yet. Therefore, I declare this whole spinach thing a bunch of hooey. Or, I have become immortal.
Way more than I’ve gotten so far for 25 years. (grumblegrumblegrumble)
Next time, feed Cuervo before you sit down to type.