Tomorrow morning I get to go pick up a Freecycled computer. I’m soooo excited. (It has to do with my christmas plans for my brother. I’m freecycling parts and such, and I’m going to buy him whatever I can’t get on freecycle, so that he can play the Sims 2. He’s lunking around a PIII 9xx Mhz computer. It’s going to be soooo exciting.
3-4" isn’t anything to brag about, Welby. If you’re going to lie, make it big.
We were supposed to get 2-4" in the Lehigh Valley last night, but thank whomever is responsible for the weather around here it didn’t happen. There was a light dusting, but nothing serious. We still have snow from the inch we got over the weekend. I was surprised we got that much; we live mid-town where it’s warmer.
I don’t want it to be a snowy winter. I hate being stuck inside, I hate missing work, I hate having to shovel. I hate having to wear a coat. Sure, it’s pretty, but that wears off fast. After that, it just represents limits.
Heh, for some reason your word picture makes me chuckle for a moment, though I feel for the kiddo who wanted to play. They are only meant to keep the little one’s hands warm from house to car, since the wind here can be bitter. They aren’t for play gear, I’ve put out feelers to locate some proper hand covers for play. The ponchos came out nice, the hand covers have to wait a bit till this afternoon, maybe another day too. The lady whose machine I’ll borrow may be coming down with the flu or a stomach bug. The little ones can put their hands under the ponchos to keep warm for now I suppose, they are meant to go over their jackets and cover a goodly amount of them up. Sort of a blanket that won’t slip down, as they grow they’ll be ponchos for fall outerwear if they like them for that. They aren’t so big they can’t stand up or walk in them, but big enough to keep them warm as they’re sleepily carried from house to car.
I’ve done a quick scan-through but today’s really busy, so hello to everyone, especially welby, and I can swing dance as well as bellydance. I have no idea what it looks like if you combine the two.
Today is heavy cleaning and laundry and doing some of the little extra bits for the wedding dress from Hell that has to be made by the 30th and I can’t really start until next week. Dammit! I have to buy a damn dress for the wedding! Black, floor-length, sleeveless. Maybe I can get Mom to take me Christmas shopping to the mall.
Gah! Meant to add, we located a windproof insulated jacket with hood that Mr. Clawbane isn’t using for the father to have for now. He’s got hoodies and combined with a hoodie it should keep him warm enough for now until he can get a better coat.
Well, poo! Turns out we did have a 2-hour late start today, only they didn’t get it on the website till almost 7. I get to work at 6. I was not pleased.
Moral of the story - call the hotline.
On the other hand, my branch head told me to go ahead and go home early, so I did. So here I am. I’ve taken the dog for a walk down the road and back, and I shoveled the only shaded part of the driveway, hoping to keep it from getting too slick, since it’s also the only sloped part of the driveway.
FCD called - he’s waiting in the LA airport for his flight with an almost dead cell phone - he forgot to charge it. So I don’t expect to hear from him till he gets into his car and can plug the phone in. That’ll be after 8 tonight.
I need lunch. I packed soup and took it to work, then brought it home again. I don’t want soup. I want something totally unhealthy like pizza with extra cheese or a whopper or something similarly not on my eating plan. I’ll probably just have soup. <sigh>
ZC -no advice, but I think it’s a wonderful thing that you are doing. Nice to see true Christmas spirit and doings.
I feel somewhat awkard here, but I have a whine about commercial Christmas stuff.
I am looking to get my seven year old a Harry Potter wand for Christmas.
There are none. I have looked at amazon and also the Warner Bros site–there are collector’s wands made of resin (for $30, I might add), but no TOY WANDS.
What gives?
Come to think of it, I have never seen any HP wands as toys. Why is that? Is this due to fundamentalist pressure to not sell artifacts of witchcraft? Afterall, I can get an HP slushie maker (wth?).
Or is it due to sensitivity towards the Wiccan community? (somehow, I doubt this one).
Anyone got any ideas? Currently he is using an old straw. I usually prefer imagination etc to merchandised crappola, but there is something about a Harry Potter wand that I like.
Snowing here and cold as hell. The heat in my car died (and I almost perished with cold this morning.) I drove into work only to find that the mandatory meeting had been cancelled. Thanks for the call, there. :rolleyes: I was told the notice was in the email. Duh-I can’t access intraoffice email at home…double :rolleyes:
I think FCM and I bought Xmas decorations at the same place. There’s a bad socket in our new decoration, and when this one bulb’s not dark, it’s shorting out the set and blowing the fuse. Only took me two fuses to figure it out… So, I’ve got to disassemble it all and pile it back into the box and haul it back to the store and exchange it. Hopefully, they have more in stock.
My desk has been quivering now and then, thanks to construction of a hotel next to this building. When I say “next to” I mean “might as well brick up the windows on that side of this 7-story building as the 35-story hotel is going to blot out all light.” At least I’m on the opposite side, so my view of a parking ramp will be unaffected. I just hope the programmers won’t be too distracted making googy faces at hotel guests.
The problem with the qivering is that when you live in earthquake territory, every sustained quiver puts you on alert for “This could be a significant earthquake!” That little adrenaline rush gets tiresome after a while.
I’ll let someone else try the pumpkin soup recipe. Not meaning to sound ungrateful, but cilantro and bell peppers are forbidden substances in my kitchen. The recipe I did was essentially pumpkin simmered in chicken broth with onions, plus a dab or garlic, nutmeg and cinnamon. I think either I didn’t use enough pumpkin, or the pumpkin I had was simply lacking in flavor.
What’s better than pumpkin soup? Chocolate cake. What’s better than chocolate cake? Free chocolate cake! On Sunday, I was at Safeway, and they were doing a drawing - whoever’s standing on the number that they pull wins a cake. I was lucky #9, so I return home a hero, greeted by “I hope you got milk!”
The folks attending the breakfast at the General’s home consisted of me, the General, and four other employees from this installation. So, it was all very nice. We basically just all chit-chatted, but he was looking for any issues and/or suggestions to improve stuff at the installation. After we ate, he took us on a tour of his quarters (just the downstairs public part). He seemed very nice and down to earth. We also met his wife who sounds like a hoot!
Big note to self and others: Do not drive past the Post Commander’s home several times. This makes you look suspicious. This also makes the MPs think you’re a terrorist and pull you over. :eek: :o I was freakin’ mortified. I was so concerned about being on time that I was early, way early. Then I couldn’t actually get to his quarters because everything was blocked off for PT. I found a way past all the STOOPIT cones and pylons, but then I was still somewhat early. I was told to arrive at 7:45 and it was only 7:30. After the MPs checked my drivers license, CAC, car registration, and insurance they let me go. Of course I had to explain why I drove past his house several times. I was looking for the non-existent little parking lot. The parking lot that I was told would be there. :rolleyes: :dubious: Fortunately, I was NOT in front of the Post Commander’s house when they pulled me over.
I finished decorating my tree last night. I need more ornaments. It looks very nice and all, but I need more ornaments. Maybe I’ll pick up a couple more tonight. Tonight the hubby and I are going to shop for my son’s b-day presents. Tomorrow is his 13th birthday.
Show-offs! I’ve got exactly ONE Christmas present taken care of. One! I purchased a messenger bag for my daughter because, well, that’s what she wanted. She claims her back-pack is a hassle.
We plan to do our shopping on the 15th, because that’s when the hubby will receive his safety bonus.