Nothing special, I’m afraid. Just a place to jump off and start.
I’m eating Chipotle’s tacos. They are the yum.
First?
Thanks Rebo!
Heavens to Betsy, this week is beginning very strangely.
I had an Enchilada bake for lunch. It was good.
It is hot, humid, and will be rainy later.
Tupug
Warm and sticky here. Good in desserts, not so good in temperature.
Other Quasi-Daughter and her husband are supposed to come here on their way back from Ottawa, so everyone cross your fingers that Nat goes to sleep very soon. Very very soon.
Came home early because I’m a good Mom. I found out that King George County is still hiring elementary teachers, but they don’t take resumes - just on-line apps. So I left work early and came home to fill out daughter’s app as much as I could. Thankfully, most of it was covered by her resume, so it was just a copy job. There are a few blanks, but I left her a voice mail and asked her to call so I can get the rest of the info - like her PRAXIS scores and a few other things.
I’ve got a hunk o’cow flesh thawing for supper - it’s gonna be rotissed, I think. And I really should get grubby and get some work done in the basement. I should. I really should…
**FCD ** is now in the doghouse. He got caught running a red light - doggone red light cameras. So there’s another $75 down the toilet. grrrrrrr
Yesterday was a short working day. My sweetie and I took the afternoon off, got some lunch, got me a new pair of sneaks and a nice canopy for craft-showing, and we did some wandering in Home Despot. After we got back, I cleaned up part of my studio and actually got my hands into come clay. I had bought some stains, so I mixed up something over 2# of clay with some supposed red stain. Interestingly, it didn’t stain my hands. We’ll see how it looks when I fire it. I’m intending to do some blue, green and yellow, too. Then I’ll commence to throwin’ again. Yay!
Other than that, just another day in paradise. rah.
Good times, Friday was my last day of work and I’m enjoying the time off before the big move to New Jersey. Of course there’s packing to do. I’m also waiting on a job lead, an inter-company transfer and promotion to bilingual financial counselor in Manhattan. If that happened, it would be really great. I’d have a desk, an office, you know, a real job. I do Spanish all day long on the phones, but the vocabulary range is limited and I’ve reached the point where I can’t really improve at my former position. Having the face-to-face experience and adding a wide range of new conversational topics would really take my language skills up to the next level. The paycheck wouldn’t be too shabby either.
It’s funny how life transitions can make you feel so inexperienced and small. Buried underneath all that existential angst there is some hope though – I’ve been trying to tease it out through positive actions and thoughts.
I had a very bizarre experience the other day. I was at the park running and this guy I’d never met in my life came up to me calling my name. Turns out he recognized a picture I’d posted from a running message board we both frequented. I was kind of stunned, and then he was kind of embarrassed and backed off. It’s just funny what a small world we live in.
FairyChatMom it’s so awesome that you do pottery. I am a person who is very passionate about that sort of thing but has very little talent for it.
Welcome to what has got to be one of the top three ever mundane-est and pointless-est MMPs in our history.
Back in the office today. I’m really liking that telecommute non-commute where I grab a cup of coffee then go upstairs, being careful not to trip on the dog who seems to be programmed to passively kill us by sleeping at the very top of the stairs.
Debating on whether to call the chiropractor or wait and see if what feels like a dislocated rib will settle down. It’s a semi-chronic problem I’ve had for ten years since I fell down the stairs because some idiot screwed a stair railing to the wall with drywall screws.
My first-ever picture frame is all built, finished and hanging. Looks fantastic with the art mounted. This was just a “trial” of printing one of the photos at 26" tall. If I can sort out where to hang them, I have several others to pick from, and I can make them BIG. An eight-foot long picture of the Golden Gate bridge would not be hard do do. Just expensive…
We had a brief meeting with our caterer - plans are starting to jell. The logistics are worthy of a Dinner: Impossible episode.
Will our baker be able to get in to deliver and assemble the cake without being charged for parking?
Will there be enough electricity to plug in coffee brewers?
How do we manage crowd control going from a semi-private ceremony to a controlled guest list for the reception? This one’s vital - Faire folk can absolutely inhale food, especially if it’s free.
How many rolling hotboxes or cambros do we need? Or can we use someone’s kitchen space?
On and on…
I’m copying my comment from the end of last week’s MMP because I wanted **rigs **to see that she wasn’t the only one who heard that bizarre story on This American Life.
Glad the SIL got to work around the house, FCM. You’re daughter’s eventually going to appreciate it if you get him well-trained now! 
Good luck with the move and the job hunt, olives. I probably missed the story somewhere, but why are you moving to NJ?
We had a pretty quiet weekend (which is good… I needed it!), and now KT’s out of town for work overnight tonight. So I have the place to myself! Yay! Or I will after work anyway.
Work’s been one of those crazy, “OMG everything’s an emergency!!” kind of days. Has anyone invented a aerosol form of a chill pill? I’d love to spray something into the ventilation system that would Make. Everyone. Relax! Grrrr!
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Hi everyone!!
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MMPing at the pool…
Worst guards ever this year… 
Hi Everyone! Happy summer! We’ve had so much rain here; everything is intensely growing and fecund. The rivers are roaring torrents. The gardens are incredible. Unfortunately, so are the mosquitoes.
I’m back at work after two weeks away. So of course I have to check out the newly functioning SDMB.
I gave a presentation in front of a small but international audience during these holidays–first time ever, and I got compliments on it! (Good thing my friend sent me a link to a YouTube video on How Not To Make A PowerPoint Presentation a month or so ago.) I got rained on. I slept in someone’s basement whern the youth hostel lost my reservation. I bought a beautiful rock, and I hope a friend is going to make it into a pendant.
Also, I now have an iPhone. Want Monkey has been satisfied. 
taxi set a bong near a vent. That should help mellow everybody out.
Howdy Y’all! I’m home too. Ok, I’m home workin’ but still home. I was given a choice of whether I wanted to hang at da office or bring stuff to da cave. It was a really, really tough decision. Took me all of a nanosecond to decide! I’m glad I did cause it’s RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNN’ big time. I’d much rather be home all cozy in a pair of shorts and a tshirt even if I am still workin’.
I was given a really nice bday party Saturday. Before anybody gets all concerned that ya missed the big day, it ain’t til tomorrow. Anywho, we had a great time. We went swimmin’, ate lots of snackies. For real homemade Chex Snack Mix even! Not the store boughten kind, mind you. And a nummmmmmmy guacamole dip. Dindin was steak, baked N.O.T., broccoli sallit and of course cake and ice cream. Oh, and peach cobbler, of which there’s a leftover pan full in the fridge. Beerverages a’plenty also, of course.
Other than that not much went on at da cave. I did clean up the place somewhat yestidday bein’ as I had to find some way to occupy my time.
gotti apparently it ain’t a weddin’/reception without drama and angst. So, y’all are right on track. Don’t let that achy rib thing go too long, ok?
Back to the excitement that is voice apps!
Later Y’all!
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That’d be awesome. I’d love to see all my coworkers stoned. There’d be a run on the snack machine!
What’s everyone doing stealing our rain?? It’s really dry around here, and coupled with a veeerrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyy late spring, the local produce isn’t so hot. My grape tomato plant’s doing ok - it’s producing, but half the leaves are yellow. Dunno what I did wrong; it’s my first summer growing tomatoes! So at least I did well enough to get some actual home-grown tomatoes!
Phew.
All my reports are done for today. So now I’ve got a big fat lot of nothing on my plate for the rest of the day.
Seeing as I came in at 7am today, I suppose I could leave at 3:30 without getting any grief… but then again, if I find a reason to stay to 5, I’ll be able to claim the hours as overtime instead. So I guess it boils down to whether I’d rather get home early today (and walk home, something I’ve been slacking on lately) or get some extra moola on my paycheque.
That said, the “extra moola” part seems to be a question mark since I haven’t been paid for OT on the last couple of paycheques. Not surprisingly, the person responsible for inputting the OT has conveniently been ignoring my emails for roughly the same amount of time. :mad: When my manager returns from vacation next week, I’m tattling on slack-off OT woman. No one gets between me and my money, dammit.
Right now, DH has me one better. A little backstory - about a year ago, he had a tooth crowned (Or was it a re-crown?) From Day One, he’s complained of it not feeling right, only to get a pat on the head from the dentist saying it’s OK, and he just has to get used to it.
It came out today when he was at his office. The pain’s not the issue - for now, it’s more of a “Hey, Where’s my hat? I’m a bit annoyed that my hat is missing!” than actual pain, but he said that he nearly passed out from the smell.
Seems that part of not feeling right involved not being sealed right, so stuff has been rotting away for the past year. UGH! At least that explains the Dragon Breath he’d have now and then.
My husband is going to Rutgers for his Ph.D. in clinical psychology.
I’ll be applying there this fall - for social work though, not psych. I still don’t really know what I want to do with the rest of my life but I’m 25 already so I’m just going to fake it until it works itself out.
So at least 5 years in Jersey, and maybe a job in Manhattan, a HUGE change from this easy Midwest existence we’ve been living, but also filled with a lot more opportunity.
gotpasswords it sounds like you’ve got a wedding coming up! Congrats!
I got nothing
SIL and I just set up my Brand New Canopy!!! I got it yesterday on sale, and it’s a wonderful replacement for the cheap plastic canopy I used the last few craft shows. Heavy, tho, and definitely a 2-people setup process. But now that I know how it goes, I can teach daughter and she and I will pop it up in no time! YAY! It’s blue - kinda boring, but that’s fine. What matters is what’s under the canopy - that would be my works of art.
Which reminds me - I need to find the application for this year’s show and send it in…