The Alan Parsnip Project?
Swampy, everytime I read purtification my brain wants to read it as putridification, which is the complete opposite.
I’m crabby and sleepy and don’t want to be anywhere, much less at work, but it’s Friday, so there’s that. Tonight TheElf’s band is playing at a friend’s bar, so that will be fun. I almost typed Friends bar, but I don’t know if Quakers own bars. My friend isn’t a Quaker, she’s a Pagan and Pagans can own all the bars they want.
I may have a few misued apostrophes in there somewhere.
Dunno, they’re still in the ground- I’ve just seen the size of the tops! 
I had a few nearly as big last year, and they didn’t have a woody core, but they were a different variety, so we shall see…
In a good mood today- I’ve got an interview for a part-time reception job next week, which is pretty much exactly what I was hoping for to fit in with the security work.
Plus I’ve only done one stoopid thing so far today- accidently put a handful of frozen sloes in the blender along with a load of other fruit when making a milkshake, thinking they were blueberries… It actually tasted quite good, once I’d spent ten minutes seiving all the bits of stone out :smack:
Good luck with the interview Filbert!
Morning. I don’t have to go to work till 4, so I’m watching the Doctor Who Marathon on BBCAmerica. Life is good.
Happy Friday!
It’s a bit wet out today.
I’m back from the doctor. I overslept and barely made it there in time. then I had to stay late to finish filling out the paperirk.
So cholesterol is kind of high, it’s 173 but the bad is high and the good is low (the reverse of the last time). My blood sugar is good. My BP is down to an acceptable number 140/80.
Pills pills and more pills, I hate pills.
But I’m alive and everything is go so there is that.
I’ve still got quite a bit of bruising left but the incision is almost invisible. You know what hurts the most, I’ll tell you even though it’s kind of icky. Its hard to get blood out of me so I get stabbed a lot. One nurse decided to take it out of my finger right by the knuckle. I swear the needle scraped the bone and it still hurts and is still bruised.
So I’m off to have lunch with a friend.
See y’all later.
Good luck** Nuts**
No. This has been tested.
Up. At work. Eating a bagel and sending emails. The computer says it’s 43 deg out. We are into sweater weather. I think I only have two that I like to wear, now. Maybe time to cull the others and get a new one that I like.
The bagel is multi-grain, so I has virtue.
Yay for Friday. Two days off, then work two, then off for five! Yay!
Kinda wet start to the day but it’s supposed to clear and cool later. About 77 Murkin right now at mid-day.
filbert, I once left my handbag in a shopping cart in a Petsmart parking lot (license, charge and debit cards, almost everything inside). I had car keys in hand and actually drove quite a distance before I discovered the dumbassery. I really didn’t think it would still be there but a very kind young man had found it and was inside turning it in to the store manager when I arrived back. Needless to say, I was very thankful. Luckily I now have a fob that stays in my bag and car won’t start without it. 
I must try parsnips. I usually head right for the rutabagas but maybe next time.
Tonite’s din din will be courtesy of P.F. Chang’s. I will have Dan Dan Noodles and Mr. Anachi will have something not so spicey.
Last night I sat down and really thought about life–where I am, where I’m going, what I want. And I have made a decision.
I think I’m going to move to Maine. I have a lot of friends there, I’ve been wanting to move up there for a while. I think I stayed here because of inertia and the fact that I didn’t want to upset my family by moving away. But screw them–they all moved to Maryland anyway. I’m tired of waiting for life to come to me. I’m closing in on 40, and I need to go get it myself.
Do it Draelin! Keep us posted.
Man, I am terrified. But the more I think about it, the more I want to do it. And I’m almost in hysterics looking at the houses I could afford for less than I paid for my condo. 
I do need to discuss it with the Financial Consulting Firm of Mom And Dad because I might be nearly 40, but I’m not a millionaire. So this weekend I’m going to start compiling my arguments and talk to them when I go down for Thanksgiving.
I actually think my mom might be behind the idea. They both knew I wanted to move up there eventually, but I’m really damn tired of waiting for “eventually” to appear on my calendar. My life is stagnant and static. Time to shake it up.
[.02] I've found that life is like jumping off a roof, when you get to the edge you look down at the drop, but you have to jump before you think about it too much or you'll never jump at all [/.02]
Best of luck
That’s pretty much exactly how I’m feeling. I don’t have the slightest idea about the job market (though I’ve looked into the cost of living a little, as well as crime rates and overall happy-place-ness), but I really, really, really want to do this. Like, more than I’ve wanted to do anything besides sit on my couch for at least five years.
Howdy from da cave! Irk is over for the week. YAY! I am actually even in the midst of cookin’ a real dindin. Grilled poke tenderloin, baked N.O.T. and field peas with snaps. I shall even bake rolls. Ok, the frozen kind of rolls, but if’n I turn on the oven it counts as bakin’. Does Too!
Go for it Drae! Look at it this way. Maine is cold. You’ll preserve well up there.
**Nuts/b] appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed re the job interview.
$2.99 I heard you love parsnips. It this true?
Sprite putridfication would be what zombies do.
Ok, need to see about what dindin is doin’.
I like parsnips. 
And I look good in sweaters.
I have been given to understand that Maine would be an improvement over Maine.
I suppose that may be as well, but I intended to post that Maine would be an improvement over New Jersey.
Skimmed, did not retain much. Today was the Biannual Corporate Inspection so we’ve all been running around like headless chickens. It’s been very high stress and I still have one more irkday before I can totally unwind. And then just to cap off the crappy, I found out today I might be working a full shift Thanksgiving, which means I can’t call Irish Storyteller tomorrow and garner an invite to the Irish Family for Thanksgiving because I probably won’t find out until Tuesday. And then one of the housekeepers decided to drop some malicious gossip about me on me under the guise of “this is just for your own good” and then got all surprised when it upset me and I had to walk away from her dumb ass.
But then Afternoon Blonde came in and saw I was upset, so she went to the Hickory Farms kiosk and got me another bag of white chocolate peppermints and a tin of white chocolate pretzels. I took the mints home and shared the pretzels with the evening crew.
Fuck it. Even if I have to work all day Thanksgiving, I **will **have my MST3K Turkey Day Marathon.
OK, everybody, you can quit worrying and you can call back the search party. I’m here and I’m fine! When I got home, **FCD **and I headed to the Leonardtown campus for a workout. He swam laps and I walked the treadmill. Next time, I’ll start trying out some of the machines. My Dr kinda, sorta yelled at me and we both need to get some exercise, so we started today. My legs feel like rubber bands but I worked up a sweat and didn’t pass out, so there’s that. And we’ve got salads and subs coming from Pizza Hotline, so no cooking. Yay!
**Drae **- any place in particular in Maine, or just whichever random city you choose to stop?? Go for it!!
I’ve decided to take Weds off since I have pies to make for Thurs. So another one with a 2-day work week ahead. Yay!!
TGIF. That’s all I’ve got.