Yes, his! Him and DH did the paperwork already but they’re having the wedding in September.
Today the Dope was funky. Then I get home and WoW’s login servers are down… what’s up with the servers, eh? Is it Server Rebellion Day?
I mean, I’m not even counting the network problems at work, as those are daily.
I think my mom’s out to make my wedding planning as interesting as humanly possible. We were about 2 days away from setting an appointment with a venue we liked near Sarasota when she mentions a site she wants me to look at in Mt. Dora. Yes, it’s pretty, but I wish she’d thought of this earlier. If I can get an appointment with the lady that runs the wedding stuff there, I’ll be up on Wednesday to take photos and learn about how artsy fartsy historic towns do weddings.
In other mom-related news, we got back on Sunday from visiting her and going to her friend’s 85th birthday party. Acid Lamp got to meet more Icelanders, including one who looks a bit like Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs fame; it didn’t, however, occur to me that he looked like that until after we got the introductions over with. It was a fun little party, and I can’t wait 'til her 90th birthday party; there’s always interesting people to chat with and awesome food. Yum!
It’s Monday. Dope was down for too long. Blah!
Work’s busy, home’s busy, too much busy the last few days. I need a vacation.
We too had a wet weekend, though not terribly so; they didn’t hang around long, though they were fairly angry when they arrived.
One hour to Quit O’Clock and it already feels like three hours too many.
I think I’ll just curl up and have a nap.
gotti the fallin’ to pieces before the weddin’ thing… I think y’all should understand that that does not mean literally fall to pieces. 
Here’s hopin’ DH gets the tooth problem fixed soon.
Ok, it’s thunderatin’ all around. Sounds like a nasty storm movin’ on in. I’m takin’ it as an omen and shuttin’ down puter which means stoppin’ work for the day. Poor me.
Later Y’all!
Hullo, I’m back and I’m tahred! The SCA event was great, everything went off without a hitch and the Grandboy had a fabulous time. I swear he barely slept the entire weekend and we were having a rough time nailing his foot to the ground long enough to make sure he ate! We managed to keep him totally in the dark about the exact nature of the weekend right up until we hit the gate and he saw the signs, helped ably by my dear prevaricatin’ daughter who totally crushed his little hopes ahead of time–see, he was guessing we were taking him to an event, right up until this exchange:
Nope, she ain’t her mother’s daughter a bit! Just for the record, he looked absolutely stunning in his garb, easily outshining kids who’ve been doing SCA since babyhood–there’s an advantage to having a dinosaur for a grandmother–especially one who has spent years outfitting and garbing a large household. He was also the belle of the ball due to his spiffy boffer swords, courtesy of Grandpa Himself–that man can definitely put together an incredibly sturdy sword and the three he made got quite a workout over the weekend. Grandboy hooked up with a 14 YO kid we kept calling “Too Tall” because he’s something like 6’3" and still going–really nice boy. They were having a competition to get the most spectacular bruises, up to and including being used as human pells (posts used to practice sword swings against) by kids using Dragon boffers (rattan, but with lots of padding, have to have light armor to fight with them) which I guess is a macho, testosterone thing wimmins don’t understand. 
For my part I did discover that I’ve been missing the SCA more than I realized over the past ten years. We got a very warm reception from a lot of people (especially those who were interested in the intricacies of our one-of-a-kind tourney trailer) and were urged multiple times to make it to various events different groups are sponsoring. I had a WTF moment when I finally put it together in my head that I attended my first event in Anno Societatis 20, that Grandboy was born in AS 30 and it’s now AS 42! Holy crap, that’s a long time! I’m an official dinosaur–this is made even worse because my active SCA years took place in the Kingdom of the West, which is where the whole thing began, and also that we were very well connected within that kingdom to a whole bunch of founding members, Board of Director’s members and miscellaneous royalty. It’s very interesting contrasting that experience with the quirks of a whole different kingdom with a much shorter history–An Tir (Oregon, Washington, part of Idaho and British Columbia) was originally a principality of West Kingdom so there’s a bit of a “chip on the shoulder” attitude toward the parent kingdom.
So, I did have a bunch of fun, got my old bard book out and did some entertaining, guarded the sheep for the kids (they were running a sheep stealing competition and a bunch of the kids banded together to form an alliance–they ended up winning the war point, too!) and got thoroughly smashed Saturday night, which was fun since I seldom drink and I have a lot of fun when I do go for it. I made the boys Poop Juice, which is a sweet and creamy coffee based drink they love for the wide awake kneewalking drunk it provides. I drank a nice version of my favorite, Swill. I made this batch by mixing up a concentrated Pomegranate/Blueberry juice, added a bottle of strawberry margarita mix and a bottle of gold tequila. It makes just short of a gallon, all told, and I drank one hell of a lot of it! I did find that this version requires a day or so after mixing to mellow and meld, but once it does it’s delicious and it has the advantage of not messing up my vocal chords with too much sugar so I could sing even when schnockered. Singing while schnockered is a useful trait in a bard… Amazingly enough, none of us had hangovers the next morning (although I did get some hellacious leg cramps in the night) and any residual rockiness was quickly dispelled by fresh brewed coffee and blueberry pancakes. Have I mentioned how much I love my tourney trailer?
We got home yesterday afternoon, unpacked most of the gear and took a nap, woke up, pretended to watch a movie while snoozing then went to bed–and I could still use more sleep!
Picked up SpaceDawg from her boarding adventure, she appears to have been spoiled rotten and is none the worse for wear. Pratchett apparently missed us sorely and has been following Himself around carrying his leather strap encouraging us to throw it for him–also climbing on us, licking our faces and nibbling fingers. Silly cat thinks he’s a dog!
I see the board suffered a bit of a mishap while I was away–I wondered why the Mumpers were so uncharacteristically quiet! Glad it’s fixed… Hope none of you were too freaked out by it…
Paying overtime is **optional ** in Canada? :eek:
I had to spend the weekend reading depraved books instead of the Dope. 
One of them was a M/M/F romance set in Regency England. It was hysterical. The novel ends with people commiting bigamy everywhere - gotta have one of each, you know! I laughed so much, I scared the cats.
Saturday, I finished buying the backpack stuff for the Back to School drive. I picked a nice plum backpack, with colorful goodies to go inside. I hope it goes to someone who appreciates the color.
Meatloaf is a bakin’ - a last minute supper decision. I’ve got seasoned fries waiting to be baked (would that make them seasoned bakes??) and some broccoli to steam. Yum will be had. It smells good in here…
yawn I confessed a minorish screwup I made at work on Saturday today, so I feel better now. There’s nothing anybody can do about it and it’s the sort of thing I really can make sure never happens again, so I can quit worrying about it.
I still feel stupid, though. I think somebody put something in the air today that made us all flaky or nuts. My boss has been running her butt off the last couple of days since we have a big group here and I think I might bring her chocolate once the whole thing is over. I don’t know where she gets the energy!
I could use some Swill right about now. If I’m ever involved in the SCA again I am so making it. 
If we ever legalise marriages with more than two spouses, evidently there’s an entire sector of literature that will be rendered obsolete. Who knew?
Argh. OQD and Husband are late, and Nat has decided this would be a great time to starting vomiting on everything.
Keeping a close eye on him, and worrying. If OQD gives me any grief she’s meeting an uncordial Here’s-Your-Hat-What’s-Your-Hurry?
Played hookie today.
Anyone know how to make a beaver (in the aquatic rodent sense) cake, per chance?
Well, yes and no. We have plenty of employees who are not OT eligible on this project, including the entire management staff.
However, I am NOT one of them and it’s pissing me off mightily that I am putting in the hours, following the appropriate procedures to get paid for them, but am not actually getting any money due to someone’s incompetence. *
Anyhoo, I’ll keep working the hours and letting them pile up. It’ll make for a nice paycheque once they finally cough up the cash, which they will have to do eventually even if I have to go to HR with a complaint.
*(This may not necessarily be incompetence in her ability to input the hours, but it certainly is incompetence in that she’s not even acknowledging my numerous queries asking for an update… she’s a freakin’ admin assistant, so her job description does involve being able to respond appropriately to email inquiries in a timely fashion)
P’ing in the pool??? And you’re telling us about it? :eek:
Oh, just MMP’ing while at the pool. OK, that’s not so bad.
olives, I started grad school when I was 23 for the same reason… no idea what I really wanted to do and working life sucked so I thought school might be better. Well… long story short, I managed to get a Masters but quit the Ph.D. program and made the opposite move from you - I moved from the East Coast to the Midwest and finally found what I’m supposed to be doing. So here’s hoping the move and all the upcoming adventures will lead you where you’re supposed to be, doing what you’re supposed to be doing. I think the idea that you’re supposed to have it all figured out by the time you’ve finished undergrad at ~22 is crazy. A lot of times it takes a bunch more time and life than that!
Or maybe I’m just slow.
Um… why do you need to make a beaver cake, bobbio?
Shadow, I have to know the name of that book, it sounds hilarous!!!
I’ve been reading as well. I just finished “Twilight” by Stephenie Meyer and now need to get the rest of the books in the series. My little sisters have laid claims to Twilight already, I think they will like it.
You know, I never got into Twilight, it doesn’t appeal to me… which is really odd because I have a long term love affair with anything vampire and have read some of the most absurd, horrible and laughable vampire stuff.
The only good thing that I think has come out of it is they are reprinting my beloved Night World books by LJ Smith (another teen vampire/witch/supernatural world I enjoyed as a teen).
**FCM, **, glad to see I’m not the only one who calls it Home Despot.
SmartAleq, I loved your post, it reminded me of my daughter’s cosplaying experience at Anime Expo (remind me to post about that sometime if I haven’t already).
Am home today with a cold. I mean, who the hell gets a cold in the middle of July? Besides me, I mean. :mad: I’m just posting and half-looking at the TV while the Princess watches Nickelodeon, the Diva offers everyone fake tattoos, and both run off periodically in search of the ice cream truck. My sis (not Diva’s mom) is in the process of moving to her new house and stopped by to help Mom paint the kitchen and drop off stuff she doesn’t need for her new place. I’m too sick to help paint so am stuck in my room, away from the paint fumes.
Still wondering why everyone loves the Twilight books so much. I know it’s vampires vs. werewolves, but why has that become such a favored theme over the past few years? Personally, I prefer pirates vs. ninjas.
I saw many doctors today (ok only two, but with all the other errands I ran, it felt like many)
Lupus-specialist confirmed I don’t actually have lupus, but may as well for the all the symptons and the treatment. But she also said it’s not necessary for me to have any more cycles of biologics (the drug that cause the issue that made them admit me overnight list summer, only to tell me 14 hours later that there was nothing wrong with me - and that cause the anxiety attacks in March)
Dentist said my teeth and gums are healthy but, by Og, I’d better start flossing or that won’t be the case much longer.
PT was a chore today - every little move caused pain - the kind of pain that makes stars and little birdies circle around your head.
It’s only 6:45 ad all I want to do is sleep.
But before I do - a word about yesterday’s monsoon - that word is Yikes! It started thurdering and lighteninging (?, !) early in the day and then in poured on and off until abbout 5pm. Then the power went out about 5:45. Fortunately it was only out for about 90 minutes, so I didn’t loose any perishables. But there were floods all over the Guylandt. Fortunately, I’m in a high ground area.
That’s all. I’m going to surf for a bit then take my meds and turn in. Nitey nite
Taxi–wasn’t that show something? I was just standing by the radio after a while, my mouth to the floor. I really didn’t like the mom who knew–she was an odd duck.
Smartie–for this ignorant slut–what on Earth is SCA etc? I’m glad he had a nice time (I think!)
It’s hot today and yuck. I went up and got 2 new uniforms (it’s a heck of a drive), so that’s done. The kids go downtown tomorrow with my MIL, so I’m home alone.
It was weird the board being down, but I got some things done. Thanks for the new MMP, Rebo.
SCA = Society for Creative Anachronism
The (very) little I know is from the crew I used to run with as LARP and SCA seem to have a decent cross-over. One guy would make his chainmail while we hung out plotting deeds as vampires.
I always thought it would be fun. That or going to a Renn Faire…
LARP?
I once dated a guy who belonged to whatever “Tribe” inhabits Western PA. He told me stories about how the WPA chapter and the EPA chapter would fight battles and the loser got Scranton for a year.
He also taught me the TwoChucks counting song