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Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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<scans the descretation that she hath wrought>

:eek:
Hey! Who’s cleaning all this up, anyway? I went to the store and looked at laminates and stuff.

Oh, and I like Key lime pie, alot.

I don’t like candy corn–how can you like candy corn and not like Peeps?–they’re made from the same stuff. The same stuff they use on the space shuttle, no?
Dipping peeps–never thought of it. How about a nice warm, fudgy fondue and we could sacrifice the peeps by stabbing them with forks and then muffle their tiny cries of agony by lowering them into a vat of molten fudge?
I like it. Nummers!

Off to do MORE stuff–I’m a busy bee today.

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<scans the descretation that she hath wrought>

:eek:
Hey! Who’s cleaning all this up, anyway? I went to the store and looked at laminates and stuff.

Oh, and I like Key lime pie, alot.

I don’t like candy corn–how can you like candy corn and not like Peeps?–they’re made from the same stuff. The same stuff they use on the space shuttle, no?
Dipping peeps–never thought of it. How about a nice warm, fudgy fondue and we could sacrifice the peeps by stabbing them with forks and then muffle their tiny cries of agony by lowering them into a vat of molten fudge?
I like it. Nummers!

Off to do MORE stuff–I’m a busy bee today.

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Are we done throwing food around? 'Cause otherwise, I’ll just keep my distance.

mika I’m with you on the tiramisu. And the cheesecake. But that’s about it.

I stopped in the Trader Joe’s store Saturday. Went looking for the tasty tiramisu cake they have there in a foil bag. But we found out it’s seasonal, and won’t be back until Octoberr. That’s just not fair! And they were out of the Triple Ginger Snaps that my GF really craves. Almost a wasted trip.

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I used to have a “friend” who always looked at me like I’d suggested genocide when I ordered dessert. She was obsessed with her weight and couldn’t understand that I enjoy my fat ass. It’s cushy when I have to sit on hard benches, and useful for pushing things around, and since I enjoy my ass so much, dammit, I’m having cheesecake.

She still doesn’t understand how I’m “voluntarily” fat. :rolleyes:

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WHY are all my posts double?

Off to Menard’s and Target. #2 son wants to see that movie “where the guy prepares to die”. I want it on DVD. Last splurge until kitchen done and dining room fixed.

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It took me way too long to reason that out, and I’m ashamed of myself. sigh

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Well, no wonder–it SHOULD read “where the guy says, ‘prepare to die’”…

Sometimes I think I need a keeper.

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Doesn’t matter to me, I still got it right. :slight_smile:

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HELLO, my name is Inigo Montoya . . .

I love that flick.

I decided to join a kickball team this spring, because I’m still a kid at heart.

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I’m back from the dentist. I have good news and bad news. The good news is the dentist and hygienist remain unbitten, well, by me at least, and my teeth are all sparkly clean. The bad news is he said the dreaded “P” word to me. Periodontist. :eek: He wants a periodontist to look at my gums. So, I have an appointment next month. I’m skeered of the periodontist! :eek:

Everytime I hear the word tiramisu, I want to sing, “ABCDEFGH I got a gal in tiramisu!” What? Humor me, I gotta go see the :eek: periodontist. :eek:

-swampbear (one more :eek: for good measure)

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Whoa! I turn around for five minutes and you go and start a food fight! Sheesh!

:smiley:

I’m partial to the rich, chocolate-type desserts and can’t stand the fruit-types. Except apple pie and apple crisp, which are the only fruit-based desserts that I really like. Otherwise, it’d better involve dark chocolate for me!

Speaking of which, I’ve become spoiled on the chocolate-front. I didn’t want to spend the money for really good chocolate last week so I bought the Hershey’s dark chocolate bar, which I always used to like. Bleh! After eating 70% cocoa chocolate bars, the Hershey’s is awful. And then I tried a bar of ginger chocolate, which is the food of the gods. OMG it is fantastic and addictive!
My SIL-to-be suggested spearing Peeps with a skewer and then roasting them whole over an open flame or stove burner. It carmelizes the outside and makes them crunchy. I haven’t tried it, but it certainly sounds interesting.
I’ve now got two interviews in the Twin Cities next week, and one of them is paying to fly me out. So very good news. One’s a third round interview, and the other is a second round, both follow-ups to ones I had last week. So I’m really really hoping there’s good news by the end of next week. And that I can tell my current employer exactly when I’m going to leave. And my landlord. And a moving company. And everyone else under the sun who needs to know.

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: nonchalantly licking pie off herself :

You know, it *is * better this way. Much, much better.

Sorry, I would have been back earlier, but I got buried underneath all this frosting.

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You should lick them and say, “Mmm, what’d you have for lunch? Tastes good!”

Drae, I am with you. Life is to be enjoyed and desserts are to be eaten. Provided they are good desserts.

Taxi, give me a hug! : starts towards **taxi ** still laden with frosting : Sean, you too!

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How stupid are people? How petty. selfish and stupid can they be?

Here’s how stupid:

I was in the midst of somewhat of a crisis - an immediate, deal with this NOW kind of situation, when Pain in the Ass Irv sticks his head in my office. Irv needs to talk to me right now. Ok, so I put him off a minute, he understands, he’ll wait RIGHT HERE.

And stand there he does for 25 minutes, visibly upset. So, crisis over (we find the little boy who we dropped off with his babysitter…at his babysitter’s house. Long story, and another case of the stupids actually…), finally I can talk to Irv.

Irv is upset that the vending machine people raised the price of 20 oz drinks.

Huh?

Yessirree, he had to run in to use the washroom in one of the schools the other day, and they pay .25 cents less there. So the vending company is ripping off the bus drivers. he “understands” that a dime of every bottle goes into the union fund, but still…

Ok Irv. First, no the union doesn’t get a dime out every sale. And second, the company sets the price under our own contract with them, and the department gets a cut, but not the union.

Well, Irv knows better. Better even than me, who signed the contract and has a copy right here in my desk.

Yeah, because Irv knows that the district has a contract that covers every machine in the district. No we don’t Irv. We’re going to, but have to wait for summer when all the individual ones are expired.

Nope. He knows better. Who am I fooling? I’m probably getting a cut out of the extra for myself, that’s what’s going on. :wink:

Now at this point, I can’t help myself, I’m actually laughing. Apparently that made Irv mad. Go figure. :rolleyes:

He really, seriously believes this. Really. He’s going to get to the bottom of it, and then we’ll see who laughs.

Yeah, that’ll be me laughing then too, dumbass.

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: throws a pie at Mr Bus Guy to make him feel better :
Seriously, I sympathize. Not so much stupidity, but everyone is really really cranky here. I just passed on a message from a volunteer that went like this:

“AB called, she wants to know what sponsorships are left available.”
My answer?
“What kind of *fucking * stupid question is that? How the *fuck * does she not know? How many *fucking * years has she been with us?”

Ugh. I just wanna scream “DON’T SHOOT THE MESSENGER!” Gah!

Am I the only one who manages to keep my sense of equanimity around here? It’s bad enough our jobs are so stressful, why make it worse?

Oh well.

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MMMM. Thanks!

How long is a “fucking year”? Is that like dog years?

:stuck_out_tongue:

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I should point out, that’s the answer I received, not the one I gave! The one I gave after that tirade was “Ok.” And turned around and went back to my desk.

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Awww man, I missed the big pie fight. Stupid classes.

… :: throws another pie at Mika anyway :: :smiley:

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Hey! I just cleaned up.

: sighs, trots off to the sink again :

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How I Spent My Weekend
by FairyChatMom

Driving.
Driving.
Driving.
The end.

Anyway, that’s what it felt like. I picked up FCD at his school in Richmond about 10:30 on Friday and we started south. I’d packed lunch, so we didn’t have to stop enroute right away, and we got into N.C. pretty quick. Then all the stupid people appeared on the road. At least 3 different time, we sat… SAT on I-95, and once we got going again, we could see no apparent reason for the stop. But we continued on to Brunswick GA, where we finally stopped to eat (Shoney’s - ick) and decided to get a hotel while we were there.

Days Inn - a fairly well-known chain with, I thought, a decent reputation. So I thought. First indicator - when I went into the office, there were two women sitting behind the desk eating. The one who finally came to check me in acted as if it was a great inconvenience. I asked for a non-smoking room and was told it would be on the second floor - no big.

Meanwhile, the phone rang, and she answered it and started talking to a rather confused-sounding woman before handing the phone over to the other woman who was eating. ** FCD** came in to find out what was taking so long, but we got all checked in and drove around to our room.

Non-smoking, my Aunt Fanny! Oh, yeah, the placard on the door and in the room said non-smoking. But there was an ashtray on the night stand and a definite reek of smoke. However, I was too tired to care. I showered (a rather nasty-looking shower with soap scum caked on the soap dish) and when I walked back out to the main room, I ascertained that the carpet had not been vacuumed in a long time. :eek: But the sheets looked unused and we crashed.

I awoke at 4 on Saturday morning, and we were on the road by 4:30 after finding a gas station open at that hour (we didn’t think to fill the night before…) We drove to Orange Park, which is where we used to live, to have breakfast at our favorite little dive. we got there before 5:30, so we almost had the place to ourselves, and breakfast was pretty good. Back on the road, and we arrived at the kid’s place before 9.

She has a very nice apartment - 10’ ceilings and large rooms and lots of storage. Unfortunately, it’s on the 3rd floor. We had a couch, a recliner, a large rug, a sewing machine cabinet, and several bags of stuff to haul up. The couch was the biggest challenge - the way the top landing was configured, we had to rest the end on the rail before we could get it into the vestibule. But everything eventually got up there unscathed.

We had BBQ for lunch, then got a tour of the apt complex (very nice) and hung around till 4 when we went to see Ice Age 2 (cute flick) before returning to the apt. The BoyFriend showed up about 8, and we went out for dinner. Afterwards, they popped a DVD in, but I fell asleep on the couch and decided to crash.

Easter morning began with us taking our stuff back down to the van, getting the trailer ready for the next leg of the trip, then going to the Steak n Shake where our baby works. We had a nice breakfast, and kinda sorta got someone to cover for our daughter so she could leave work early. I tipped her extra good for that!

FCD and I drove to Ocala ($10 in tolls!!! :eek: ) and we got there in about 90 minutes. The kid got there a few hours later. MIL made a nice dinner and we all just hung out and visited. There were no Peeps (ick) or chocolate bunnies, but there were some yummerrific brownies and three kinds of ice cream and some ‘nanner puddin’ - all sweet tooths were happy.

Again, we crashed early, and as I said in yesterday’s post, we were on the road by 5:30 and home 14 hours later. Looooooooong day. Our kitty had some separation anxiety - she was all over us all night. In fact, when I came home from work today, she started rubbing on me and following me around. She didnt’ like being Home Alone for 3 nights.

While we were gone, the prospective boat buyers did sea trials and had the boat surveyed (inspected) - they couldn’t get the air conditioner running (we didn’t reset the circuit breaker) nor were they able to test the water heater (we hadn’t de-winterized it) so as soon as FCD gets home today, we’re heading down to the boat to take care of that stuff. There were also a few blisters on the hull - not a safety or structural issue, but something that will need to be fixed. We told the broker flat out that we’re not budging on the agreed price, nor are we doing any repairs. Since we don’t have to sell, we can be hard-asses about this. So we don’t know if the buyers are going to back out or not. We should hear this week.

And that pretty much brings you all up to date on my weekend. I’ve got a load of whites in the dryer (I was out of white socks) and a load of towels in the washer. I’m hoping FCD has something to wear to work tomorrow so I can put off doing the jeans till then.

Try not to envy my exciting life…