Tee-hee!Exceptionally befuzzly (good word. “befuzzly” It will be used again, with your permission?) I think Pansy Man would be a hilarious name for him, but I can’t see him being particularly tickled. Old Marines get a just wee bit pissy about being called pretty little flowers. I doubt the gay connotation would occur to him, tho. He’d be too busy muttering about Sgt Cottle spinning in his grave over one of HIS Marines being called a pansy by his loving wife no less grumblegrumble yaddayadda. He might throw in something about sexual orientation has NOTHING to do with being a candyass, but not until he finished the ooh-rah Semper Fi reaffirmation nonsense…
Marines are a little strange about some things. Meh. I’ve liked the flower longer than I’ve liked him, so he’ll just have to deal.
I was very productive today. Very, very boring, but productive. Since we’re now living close to civilization, I demanded my yearly Quarter Pounder supper as a reward. Yum, once a year.
Went to Lake Harding this afternoon to collect rocks for a retaining wall while the water is down. Collect rocks - place in wheelbarrow. Push wheelbarrow up hill to cabin. Wash off loose dirt and put in cooler to soak with bleach and detergent. Rinse and repeat. I am tired, but got a lot of quartz for the wall - it’s going to be beautiful. I’ve never built a stone wall before, so if anyone has any tips I would love to hear them.
Tell him it’s sort of an an homage to the Candy Man and everybody knows Sammy Davis Jr. was way cool, especially before Las Vegas turned into a theme park. And o’course befuzzly can be used by one and all. I probably stole it from somewhere anyway.
Is it only around here, or can just about everybody hire someone to do your ironing? It’s a dollar per item, which I think is a total steal after grade school, ironing a million pleats everyday. If I could make myself pay money to do something I should be doing, that is. Donkey, this may be a way for you to earn extra cash while you’re out in the bushes ironing for **Swampy ** anyway.
Be careful Kalley, the ghosts are laying low right know. See, if they scare you before things are final, they get to ghostify you for just a little while. If they wait till the ink has dried, they know you’ll try to stick around, providing hours of fun. What you need is green and yellow candles. Burn the green one before you leave the old place and the yellow for the new place. Yellow is for creating a safe place and mean ghosties can’t be in a safe space unless they behave themselves, see? What? It’s true, I swear to og!
Which one was Randolph Mantooth? There are no pictures of him I can find. The tall guy, the blonde?
Is it very slightly creepy that my boss would sneak into my classroom at night and go through my lesson plans? I *do * know it’s sad that the only thing he could dredge up to criticize me upon is that I wrote the day of the week, not the date. Sweet marshmallow jesus.
Well, I’ve only built one wall (and that was under the direction of my father), but what I remember is that if the wall is going to be a retaining type (holding up a bunch of dirt behind it like in a driveway), make sure you lean the wall into the dirt that you are holding back. That way, over the years, when the dirt contracts and expands because of temperature changes, it won’t push the wall over onto your step-mother’s Camaro.
That’s right. Anyhoo, the closing won’t be till January (for financial reasons), which gives me plenty of time to stalk around my apartment wishing I didn’t live there anymore and throw out everything I don’t really need. I’ll probably start packing next week, though, just because I so love packing.
And then a week later, I’ll realize I packed that book I really really really want to re-read, and open every box looking for it.
Hello, all. Rainy and cold here today–and I need to finish a Halloween costume (it shouldn’t take long, therefore I can procrastinate that much more).
Forgot to pay the garbage man bill–so hafta to do that today as well. Ellen Cherry–thank you for the kind words; I probably shouldn’t have posted that here, it just was such a surprise to me that the one who wanted OUT so badly (him) now wanted to stay. Unfortunately, there has been surges of water under that bridge and …
Work was horrendous yesterday! These people just get sicker and sicker–and if those Medicare/aid cuts go through–yikes! So glad I am off until next week.
Last soccer games of the season on Saturday (boo, hiss)–and last game ever for my oldest son, unless I can convince him to try out for JV soccer in HS. He’s actually pretty good, but has no ambition–he’s not real competitive.
Obligatory Yay White Sox!
I wish the Astros had won one–just because they tried so hard and were so thrilled to be in a series. (this is why I don’t do sports–I don’t have enough bloodlust in me to want to anihilate the other team).
Just sticking my head in to say that the VunderKind is coming today for a long weekend stay. He has his first fall break from school, and I haven’t seen him since my granny’s funeral in July.
I haven’t called my sister to find out my BiL’s reaction to the WSox in the series and their subsequent win. All I know is that if it was the Cubs winning the series, he probably would have died from the 30 minute orgasm…
I don’t know about y’all, but I feel terrible this morning. Like I was out drinking last night or something. Except that I wasn’t. I was at waffle house for almost 6 hours.
Are you proposing to leave beer and cockies on my front stoop? What in heck were you doing at a Waffle House for 6 hours? That’s a lotta pecan waffles!
Hmmmm…it’s mighty quiet here in the ol’ MMP today. WAKE UP!!! Where are all of you?
Mr. Taters has informed me that he’d like to just take it easy this weekend; not go anywhere, not do anything, not cook a big dinner and invite everyone over, etc. I’m most definitely up for that. I’m just plain pooped and look forward to a weekend of lolling and doing stuff in my own good time, on MY own schedule.
My boss informed me today that he liked my support form and that it was very well written. This is good news; I didn’t want him to think I’d written a bunch of horseshit. Now, I just need to wait for my performance appraisal. I hope I receive a really good one.
My boss wrote up the text for the report that I’ve been gathering data for. But he’s a HORRIBLE writer (everyone here knows this). So I completely rewrote what he had - basically started with a blank page and used his write-up like an outline. D’ya think he’ll notice or care that I scrapped his work? I don’t want him to be insulted. But he can’t write to save his life!
I’m bettin’ he won’t even notice taxi. If he does just say you spotted a few spelling errors. Works every time! Then again, it’s the rare document that escapes from here without me looking it over first. Some people have no grasp of terminology etc.
I just had two nice ladies from the newspaper from the bigger town down the road stop in to take a picture of our shop, only to discover they’d lost their camera.
Their last stop musta been a whole lot more exciting than this one.
Well, I finally got the go ahead to order all of our parts and supplies for our work on the USS Ponce overhaul and upgrade, and a lot of other companies in the area have been ordering their materials for work on the same ship from me. So that’s kept me busy.
And today is the first day I’ve pooped since Sunday. I shouldn’t have had three foot-long hot dogs with extra cheese Friday for lunch. The down side is that I’ve been in the bathroom a lot today.
So does that beat the Julie London TMI?
Anyhoo, the closing won’t be till January (for financial reasons), which gives me plenty of time to stalk around my apartment wishing I didn’t live there anymore and throw out everything I don’t really need. I’ll probably start packing next week, though, just because I so love packing.