Spats, young man, quit frittering away your time. Get in there so you can finish your homework and grade those papers! I mean it! If you have time to post truly awful puns, you have time to get your work done. Now get busy!
[sub]Let’s hope he listens so we won’t have any more puns worse than that last one.[/sub] 
Oh, and clean up your room, it’s a disgrace!
Well, do tell, so we can [del]read all the juicy details[/del] help you feel better about yourself Haze.
Ah. I’m in my nice warm office finally. Thank Og there’s no wind or I’d be minus one face and possibly a couple of ears.
But I gots my caffeinated beverage, our tech is back from his dealer school road trip (Round One) so we should have a pretty good FRIIIIIDAY!
Sounds like hyperbola to me.
Hank - Ah, everyone makes mistakes. It doesn’t make us bad people. Just people who occasionally have moments of breathtaking stupidity. Whatever it was I’m sure it wasn’t bad enough to condemn you to an eternity of self-loathing. It may, however, be good enough to share with your close and personal friends in the MMP. 
I’m sure you’re not a bad, coffeepersonwholikesnuts --how could you be? You like snow and winter! See?
I am off to be the library serf for awhile. One of my favorite peoples of all time has left the librar for another position somewhere else. Bummer.
My Burns night dinner it tonight–I need to make shortbread this afternoon.
Happy 'Versaries!!!
gt, Google has these things you can add to your personalized home page that are feeds from newspapers and such. I have one there that shows news articles from all over with the words “school bus” in the headline - so I was reading all about that just before I caught up with the MMP this morning.
That’s the company I worked for just before I came to this job.
It’s a stupid way to cut corners, what they were doing. In this state, our local, regional ISBE (state board of ed) offices will do the fingerprints and submit them, and what they charge is actually less than what a private company would charge to run the prints through the state and FBI database.
happy friday!!!
Is it morning? :checks clock: I guess it must be. Man, I feel like something the cat drug in this morning. And this after going to bed at 8:00 last night. Something tells me today is going to be at least as quiet, if not moreso, as yesterday. I don’t think I caught The Sick, I just am still wrung out from doing too much for the last month or so. Sometimes my body insists I have some down time whether I want it or not. And who am I to argue?
All together now: Band name!
Happy Anniversary to the Taters and Snakes! (Hmm, after all this strange food talk, that kinda sounds like some new variation on bangers and mash! :eek: )
Sounds to me like you got the best food deal, BooFae! Your dinner sounds yummy. Haggis, veggie or otherwise? Not so much.
After I went to bed at 8:00 last night, I discovered to my pleasure that we don’t get 250 channels of Nothing to Watch, we get over 400! I’d thought everything above channel 250 was subscription, but I was wrong – a lot of stuff is duplicated for some strange reason, but there’s also a whole bunch of music channels, and I’m not sure what else. I can see lots of wasted time finding out.
It is cold here this morning, too – 19F (about -7C), and not supposed to get above freezing. I think I’ll stay indoors and let palebunny go out and play with Isaac today!
Good morning, and happy anniversary to the Snakes and Taters!
I’m better today. Yesterday I left work early because if I was going to feel damn miserable, I might as well do it at home. Also, Driving Husband stopped by and gave me a ride. I’m good in temps down to -15, but it was -20, and I was feverish.
Got ten hours’ sleep, and I feel better. I might actually do some stuff today.
While I was writing this, my Mom called to say that my aunt has fallen and broken her hip. She’s in hospital, and they’re deciding whether to do replacement or pins. She’s eighty, and has had a lot of health problems recently, and my uncle has Alzheimer’s. They’re going to be negotiated with about moving into an assisted care facility or nursing home, which they will not like. Prayers and good thoughts all round would be appreciated.
It’s not that the boss doesn’t know what I do, it’s just that nothing is set. My objectives, or even my position description, doesn’t say "Employee will do X every month and ensure it’s done timely, accurately, etc.
My job entails doing new things all the time. So, that means my objectives change constantly. That’s what’s so difficult about my job. The boss understands, sort of, what my job is all about, it’s just that he sometimes asks me to do stuff that’s not really in my purview. Fine, I’ll do it, but I want credit for it.
Additionally, he does tell me I did a good job on such and such project or tasker. I don’t need constant praise. However, sometimes his feedback is slow. He’s a busy guy, and I understand that. Due to the nature of my job and the fact that I work directly and really, only for him, one would think that we’d have more contact. But, sometimes I go days without seeing him. I get a little frustrated with that, but I’m not going to bitch and moan to him.
Ah well. Happy Friday all and thanks for the anniversary wishes. Do you know that our actual wedding was on Super Bowl Sunday? We didn’t really think about that when we set the date. Hubby chose the date because he wanted to honor his sister who was ill with MS. It was her birthday. She died a few years later.
At any rate, we didn’t have a big fancy-schmancy wedding. We did the wedding at his parents, had the judge marry us there, had the reception there, etc. It was actually a nice wedding. The sun was shining and it was actually comfortable enough to be outside too. We had a TV set up in an extra bedroom so those inclined to, could check on the game. I couldn’t even tell you who was playing that year.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO THE SNAKES!
Well, I need to work now. I’ll try to pop in later.
Well. Long story short. Burns Night. Much alcohol. Ending up sleeping with guy I’ve had major crush on but never made a move on. With good reason. For he has a girlfriend.
I was too drunk to think past my horniness last night, but unless he broke up with his SO recently and forgot to tell me about it, I have done something really, really terrible. I hate myself for letting alcohol and lust override my morals. He may be the one who actually cheated, but I knew he had a girlfriend, and I still invited him inside anyway. It was ultimately my decision. I hate myself for STILL LIKING THE GUY after he cheated on his girlfriend. One of the reasons I never tried to hook up with him was because his devotion to his girlfriend was one of the things I liked about him – so even if he did sleep with me, I would lose respect for him anyway. Or so I thought. Apparently this is not the case. ARGH. There is something seriously wrong with me.
Haze, you were drunk and probably so was he. We all do stoopid things when we’ve had a bit too much to drink, blimey I could write a book on it…
Don’t beat yourself up about it, you know you shouldn’t have done it but you did and it’s over now. Just get on, and forget about it.
You might want to rethink posting things like this right away. Generally turns out to be a bad idea. But don’t sweat it. At most you’re 50% responsible for what happened. Guys can say no too.
You mean in terms of real-life reprecussions? I didn’t initially post the details because I was afraid it would come back to bite me in the ass, but there’s nothing really concrete you can take away from my post, I feel. Plus I am quite sure none of the involved parties (well, except for me, obviously) know this website even exists. I suppose it was unwise, but I’m in a rather unwise mood at the moment. Thanks for withholding the casting of the stones though (and to BooFae as well). 
I probably deserve a few stones, but thanks for not casting them.
Why is the entire dad-blanged board going on about haggis?
Kilts? Who said anything about kilts? We were watching Ace of Cakes recently, and for reasons clear only to him, Duff was wearaing a kilt while making a Scottish-themed cake. Haven’t figured him out yet - he’s a bit ambiguous and I’ve yet to see any mention of his personal life - ie: does he have a wife and kids, or does he pop down to the DC Eagle on weekends? Whatever the case, he’s kinda cute in that doofy sort of way.
Haze, been there done that. Except it was a guy who had a boyfriend that I slept with. Yeah, ya shouldn’t have but he shouldn’t have either especially since he has a girlfriend. Like Sean said, he could have said no but he didn’t. So, don’t beat yourself up over it. You know you won’t do it again, already. Feel better?
gotti can you say gayer than a debutante on holiday in Paris during April? Cause that’s Duff.
haze, the fact that you regret the situation is enough. Happened to me, too. Between husbands. Same scenario only they were married…and we were all friends. But you can’t tivo life. Go and sin no more. 
HAPPY ANNIVERSARIES TO THE TATS AND THE SNATS! (a thousand pardons for poor play on words.)
I have been having loads of weird dreams this week. I am wondering if it’s because I was sleeping so poorly during Dad’s last days. I was waking constantly worrying about him so maybe I wasn’t getting enough REM sleep.
Very cool here. In the low 40s Murkin this morning. Time to move to the Keys.
Tupug
Haze, don’t beat yourself up about it. It’s done - hopefully you learned something from it, if only that you shouldn’t be alone with this fellow when you’re drinking. Beating yourself up and worrying about it just makes it worse. I understand that you don’t feel good about it, but don’t let it become a load you carry forever. We all make mistakes and do thinks we later regret.
Tomorrow is HOCKEY! And the tailgate party. And the jersey auction. 8 hours of hockey related activities!
Thanks for all the well-wishes, folks, and Happy Anniversary to the Taters!!
Mr. SCL’s nephew - the one who blew over a quarter of million dollars in just a few short years after getting his hands on his trust fund - has called us because he needs transportation. He wanted to borrow one of our cars. We have 4 - a '87 Volks Scricco (sp?) that doesn’t run, a '85 station wagon, my Jeep and Mr. SCL’s Prius. This kid (he’s 26 but you know what I mean - get off my lawn!) totaled his Saturn and now has no transportation - he couldn’t afford to keep insurance on the car. Mr. SCL is thinking of offering to sell him the station wagon - no borrowing 'cause we don’t want this kid on our insurance. I don’t think it is a good idea, but it’s Mr. SCL’s family and he will do as he sees fit. It just bugs me that this kid blew his trust fund on his “friends” and now none of them are around when he needs help.
Thanks for letting me get that off my chest!
A three-dollar-bill baker, huh?
What I really can’t figger out about him is whether the costs of running the cake business are just bone-crushingly high, or if he still hasn’t gotten a handle on being successful - the ep we saw last night showed him making a roadside meal of Muffler Beans and Engine Potatoes - he stuffed foil-wrapped NOTs next to the engine, and wired a can of beans to the muffler. Then he sits on the curb somewhere and eats. They charge $125 per hour for cake delivery - surely he could at least afford to eat at Denny’s. He was coming back from delivering a cake to Chicago - an 11+ hour trip that theoretically should have netted over $2000 above the cost of the cake, which was itself probably more than $2000 - it was a fairly large and elaborate replica of Wrigley Field.
Had a “Perfect Timing!” moment here earlier. I leaned back in my chair and stretched, and a co-worker slips an envelope into my hand while it’s behind my head. I could not have timed it better if I intended to grab the mail from him. Much laughter ensued when we realized what happened.
I just looked out my front window and saw a teenager walking by wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
It is 28°F out right now (that’s -2° for your Celsius types). Teenagers!
Do I need to make focaccia? I think we’re out of bread. Flatbread is nice and fast, and less work than, say, tortillas.
Maybe focaccia and pizza.
Next week I’ll make cinnamon buns. We haven’t had any in a while.
I like the cooking part. It’s the cleaning-up part that is difficult.
I was going to post something about Haze’s night that was probably going to send me to Hell and the hamsters ate it… let’s see if they let this version through…
Stupidity happens. So long as it’s not an everyday occurrence, what Sean said.