OK- a really nice and good friend of mine just posted on FB that we should not “like” indecent (her word) things because her kids like to read over her shoulder and our “likes” appear on her timeline.
Really? I have to stop having adult conversations and fun on a website meant for 13 and older (not young kids like she has) because her kids might be looking over her shoulder???
Frankly, I taught my kids not to read over my shoulder if I was doing something not for their eyes. We’re all supposed to modify our behavior?
**Jim **- sounds like you need to find yourself a Sugar Mama so you can rock and roll sans alarm.
Soapy, now, now, you know “it takes a village” and you don’t want your part of the village warping young minds, do you? I certainly hope you can control your vices and stop “liking” “indecent” things…
Good morning!! It’s a bit cool and less humid this morning, so I’ve got the windows open, at least temporarily. I’ll be getting grubby outside for a while - the evil paulownia shoots are popping up again in the back yard and there’s way too much grass growing in the front garden, tho not so much in the alleged “lawn”. I’m hoping I can get the worst of it out in about an hour. More than that is really hard on the back and the knees. I need to invent a device to suspend me over the garden so I can lie down and yank up the offending growths without straining myself. That, or I need a yard slave. Volunteers? Anyone??
**FCD **is taking Thurs and Fri off and we’re going to prep the boat for sale. We need to take all of our personal stuff off, put on the sails and the dodger, and clean, clean, clean. A broker is coming on Firday to talk about listing it for us. Supposedly boats at our price point are selling in about 30 days - that would be great! Fingers crossed…
And may I say that watermelon-flavored candies are disgusting!!! My daughter brought us some cake a student’s mother made for the teachers, and among other things, it was decorated with watermelon-flavored suckers. They got kinda melty and invaded the chocolate. * ick ick ick ick ick!!!* What a way to ruin perfectly good chocolate!
Enough abuse of quotation marks and smiley faces. Onward into the day!
MOOOOOOMthat is a disgrace, watermelon and chocolate, just gross
Up Caffinating and off to irk, I am so gonna sleep in tomorrow
Have a great day all, see yall this evening JIM
Sleep has eluded me, so I am up for the day, and it’s going to be a long one. After being stuck in the Yukon for two days my kids drove for 18 hours and made it to Prince George, B.C. last night. They stopped to get a good night’s rest and will be traveling all day today, with their eta at my door somewhere between 9:00-12:00 tonight. I am so excited, I haven’t seen them since I left Kodiak in December 2010. I will be baking oatmeal raisin cookies for the grandkids and two kinds of quick bread for coffee for the adults, the usual banana nut and a new recipe (from a fb ad) for an orange cream cheese bread, which sounds yummy.
I need to either stop overestimating how much I’m going to get done after work, or do stuff for longer. I’m not going to get all the stuff put away before the party I wanted to, which I can live with, but tonight I have to vacuum, clean the kitchen, clear off my desk (that was a lot better before I started working last night), do laundry, and clean the bathroom. Oh, and rearrange some of the stuff that’s not unpacked.
There was one more big bin I meant to do, but it was just too big of a jumble of stuff to start. I did find two pairs of pants in it though. And one of the file bins I put off till later. It’s all my creative stuff and I need to go through it and get rid of a lot of it.
But I went through my old files (which are waiting for the next time I see a free shredding service), put away my files (except this years stuff is all in one folder), emptied three plastic drawers (mostly on to the top of my desk), and thought about doing laundry.
Whew - manual labor is hard!!! I just spent 2+ hours working in the front yard, weeding the garden and putting a rock edge around it. That meant digging up and hauling rocks that were edging other soon-to-be gone beds. Between carrying rocks, bending over to pull weeds, and kneeling and reaching to pull weeds, plus transplanting a few things that needed to be moved, my back is not happy. And I ended it all by moving the firewood out of the garage and on to the woodpile outside.
And on top of all of that, I’m pretty sure I’ve got poison ivy on my left food. I was standing in the middle of the bed yonking up clumps of grass and weeds that I couldn’t reach from the edge, and I looked down to see some evil poison ivy. Based on the way I was moving around there, I’m pretty sure it brushed me, because I have a quarter-sized splotch of red on the top of my foot. Thank goodness I was wearing gloves, tho - I think that’s the only affected place. I’ve since showered and dabbed some calamine on it.
Oh, and joy and rapture! We have grass!!! It’s as if overnight, all the little green sprigs decided to poke up. I just need to get some fertilizer on the whole yard and cut back on watering a bit. And as any bare spots become evident, I’ll need to reseed - fortunately, I’ve got lots left over from when I tried to repair the yard after the tree guys left. It’s been a tough year on our front yard.
I’m taking a lunch break before going out back to get rid of the invasion of the paulownias. Then I might clean out the garage a bit - since the firewood is gone, there’s space to move some stuff around. And so far, the house is still open - it’s only 72° outside right now with a nice breeze. It’s quite nice as long as you’re not doing heavy labor.
I’m half way through writing issue #5 of The White Knight. So far for fun things we’ve had a flaming tennis ball cannon, and I’m about to have a cat person break out of a hospital.
My protaganist is not happy that the police aren’t going after the dude that was firing the tennis balls.
Howdy Mumpers,
Finished with the Big Oil IT conference, super hot ride home and ready for dinner and a beerverage.
Just wanted to stop by and poke my head in
Computer is back up for the most part. I have hard drive being Sent Off so a lot of my files are in the wrong place until it comes back. Once I get the sound card working on this thing, everything will be coming up Milhouse. Computer Boy gets a prize for fixing it. The prize will involve cat food.
Speaking of, he has a TINY KITTEN! I played with her while he finished up the repairs last night. She’s a tiny terror and oh so cute. I wish I could have a TINY KITTEN! Instead I have three cellar spiders. Frankie and Sally live behind the computer and Juletane lives in the bathroom.
My hard drives really do crash every time I move. Complicated Friend reminded me of three times I forgot yesterday. And he’s a network engineer who moved my computer himself two of those times, so it’s not my fault. It’s not. Except for that one time it was totally my fault.
I was busy cooking up a batch of [del]fart blossoms[/del]Brussels sprouts for my lunch tomorrow. I thought **Swampy **would want to know since they are his FAY-vo-rite vegetable.
I was "like"ing indecent things on my way home this eve; however, I was “not liking” inascent things on the way out; #@$% hill to the 2nd highest point in the county! :rolleyes:
shiny cat, is a flaming tennis ball cannon like a spud gun? I used to have a spud gun but never lit N.O.T. on fire before firing them!
I have been absolutely just slammed at work and am basically cleaning up a huge mess from a different department, so, I haven’t really had time to post.
Brussels sprouts are TEH ICK, **Bobbio. ** They leave a nasty aftertaste in my mouth. You can just go right on ahead and eat my share.
I’m sorry, Soapy, but your friend doesn’t have any right to tell you what can or cannot post or “like” on Facebook. Perhaps she should move her monitor or tell her kids to leave the room. Frankly, her kids probably hear worse at school every day.
And one of the file bins I put off till later. It’s all my creative stuff and I need to go through it and get rid of a lot of it.