VBob - Round here they use Purolator. However, Dell’s crappy at updating order status everywhere.
Mahna[sup]2[/sup] - Visiting in-laws for the holiday weekend. Going up Friday afternoon and coming back Sunday night. We were originally going to beg off, but then they offered to buy us train tickets, and at that point the wife didn’t have much choice but to agree, since we could no longer use the financial reason to decline. And since they closed down the Hershey factory, there are no particularly interesting reasons to visit Smiths Falls anymore, so it’ll be a couple days holed up at the in-laws and then home.
Lunch - Wait … cats taste like chicken? And you know this how?
I can attest to the fact that even Muslim men are pigs - my husband, in particular, has excelled himself today in proving that of all parts of the human body, the asshole tastes most like pork! Blaaaggghhhhh! MEN SUCK DONKEY BALLS!!! :mad:
Tuesday evening I increased one of my medicines (per doctors’ orders) and last night it caused an allergic reaction. Unfortunately, this medicine can cause a fatal rash. The only way to tell if the rash is The Killer Rash or not is to head on out to the emergency room. And that’s what I did at about 2 this morning. The rash was the ok kind to have and they gave me steroids and benadryl and sent me on my way. We got home at 5 this morning and I took about a 2 hour nap before beginning work. And… Here I am. :D:dubious:
I have the same problem with Her Ladyship. Every time I mention a Dopefest she checks my toolbox to see if I replaced the stash I gave up back in the 70s.
That could be a small problem actually ------ when I arrange a shelter and signs I’ll have to use “SDMB MEET” rather than Dopefest.
Make sure you are sitting down --------- I not only was inside, I had sex in the rooms! The rooms in the motel part were small (think Delta Queen-like) and dated but really clean and nice. If memory serves me right I usually had the highway side but I did get the view side at least once. But -------- I was a teenager and there for reasons other than the view as I already said. The snack bar had some of the finest burgers and soups along 30. The gift shop was a little ticky-tack but not totally bad. The stuff was odd but really nice quality.
Dotty, I’m sorry your husband is being such an ass. I’ll smack him with a wet trout for you.
I read somewhere, actually several somewheres, that human flesh is supposed to taste like pork. I cannot attest to this, as I have never eaten it, and never will. Perhaps a cannibal will stop by and let us know.
Glad you got your Dell, Bobbio. I hope it’s a good 'puter for you.
My husband’s company hasn’t had a Christmas party in years. They don’t receive squat, really. I guess I should amend that. My husband did receive a bonus on this check, rather small, but he did receive one all the same. The problem is that the bonus is based on the accident rate of the entire ramp. So, although my husband has a perfect record, there are many drivers in his ramp who had accidents. Every accident knocks the amount of the bonus down. I think it’s damn unfair.
At least he received a bonus. I didn’t get anything. Of course, I won’t since I work for the gummint. Hell, I’m still waiting for my boss to write my damn performance appraisal. He’s only three weeks overdue. I turned in my damn support form (significant contributions clear back at the end of October.
I’m pretty much in a “meh” mood. I’m just fretting about finances and that always brings me down. Hopefully, my mood will soon improve.
I’ve got work to do, so I suppose I should do it. Ta for now.
I’ve just skimmed, so Dotty, I’m sorry, that’s stupid. And Muppet, that sucks but at least they’re still paying you, right? Right?
About the Grandparents- it’s Mr. Lissar’s Dad and step-mom. They didn’t have kids together, so she’s never had children, and from Mr. Lissar’s memories his Dad was one of the least involved parents that is nevertheless still theoretically living in the same house with his small children. Mr. Lissar’s Mom was in charge of the parenting.
We (me and Mr. Lissar have very different ideas about raising children and family life from what they do. I really wish I could think of a way to tell them we don’t want to come visit unless they’re willing to at least make things a bit safer, without the likelihood that they’ll get flaming mad. I like them, I just think they don’t get that we only come once a year because it’s torture trying to keep our kid(s) from destroying everything. I’ve got a year to work on it.
Tidy up a bit, nap, Christmas tree buying. Mr. Lissar’s teaching at the dojo tonight and tomorrow, so dinner will be simple.
I got a call this morning from an artist who I had given my card to. She came and spoke at one of my classes and her website is really really bad. Like 90s Geocities bad. So I told her to give me a call and I’d make her a new one.
So I need to call her when I’m available after Christmas.
I wrapped all my gifts last night.
I feel icky this morning. My stomach is upset since I fed it and I just have no energy. Bleh.
Howdy all. I survived what turned out to be a not-so-bad company party. I actually won one of these which I was not expecting. The ass-kissing was actually subdued. AND they did manage to distribute a C-note to everyone. So, there’s that.
LiLi, I am indeed still being paid. It’s pretty much the one criteria I depend on to decide whether or not I’m going into work in the morning.
Puggy, that’s a pretty awesome gadget! I got nothing at the pot-luck (well, aside from food, that is). Not that it’s much of a loss, considering that aside from a pair of hockey tickets, the rest of the door prizes were exceedingly lame… there was a giant mountain of long-sleeve shirts with our project logo, some boxes of golf balls from our management consultants, and a handful of $25 assorted gift certificates. Ooooh.
I miss the days when door prizes consisted of top-of-the-line cell phones, expensive electronic gadgets, and $100+ certificates. Those were the good days.
OK, time to actually get some small semblance of work done. Wheee, joy.
Just how old is that commercial…? Probably almost as old as I am, from the look of it! :eek:
Those were the good days. 