I can agree with the suckage of poison ivy. And it’s all over the place in my yard. I need to get out there with the spray. Evil, evil stuff!!!
Afternoon all.
I’m having another go at clearing out stuff today, prior to the move. It has to be done in stages, or I get all wound up about how much I’m getting rid of. I need to go drop 3 bags of books off at the charity shop. I’m bribing myself to do so by promising myself an e-reader, which I’ve been dithering about for ages.
I’m quite impressed with how much Lego I’ve found. What is a reasonable quantity for a single 34 year old to possess? I’m pretty sure I’m over. I’m less impressed by the quantity of sheer crap.
We don’t have the joy of poison ivy here. Don’t think I’m missing out.
I am at irk, it is cold and windy here too. And it’s raining again. I is not enjoying this kind of summer although the bonus is that it’s much cooler at night so I can sleep better.
I’ve done my two exam scrutiny meetings and done some extra reports for it so that’s a good thing. Let’s hope the person I had to take the work over from is sufficiently grateful for it. I’ve fixed a few of her errors along the way so she ought to be pleased about that.
I’m back at the gym with my trainer tonight, we are going to a different place as she no longer works at the gym I belong to although she is still a member there. We’re off to a gym where she trains with her trainer and the place is run by an ex-Hell’s Angel called Frank. I’ll let you know if I survive until the morning…
Baker, for once I agree with a priest! In that situation, I’d have jumped as well, the alternative does not bear thinking about. I am sure I read somewhere that from a building of any significant height, you’d die of a heart attack at the shock of falling long before you got as far as any impact injuries. Anything more than half a dozen floors and you’re not going to know anything about hitting the ground. Not that I plan on testing the theory! I am keen to do that as I am to drink Guinness.
That seems unlikely, given the popularity of Bungee.
Why are they sad; because they can’t feed themselves? 
VBS? Already? We still haz regular skool for 1½ weeks.
Blurf. The phone woke me. Dammit. I was trying to sleep in. I have walked the dog and fed the cat. Now I need to feed myself but do I really want to cook? Unsure. I will make a grocery store run today for sure.
We are likely to get some rain today and I say the more the merrier. We need rain.
Happy Tuesday all!
'cept with bungee you are attached to something so not expecting to hit the ground 
Regular skool? AFTER Memorial Day? That’s a travesty! Kids here have been out for two weeks. But they go back the first or second week in August.
StG
This is the last week of school in this county. I won’t miss commuting home behind buses!
I propose we use flytrap to test this theory; we can attach him to a heart rate monitor & a microphone. 
Regular skool? Before Labor Day? That’s a travesty! How dare there be skool is summer!
But since this means at least two more games, all the Painted Savages for this weekends history event are already calling me to see what bars around Clarion they can get into in full regalia. A part of the organizing-job I wasn’t expecting. :smack:
It’s why we own Harleys. 
SECOND!!! 
Woooop!
Happy Toosday!
It’s bright and N.O.S. and warm and breezy outside.
My day has been a screwed up mess since I first opened my eyes. Nothing horrible, just nothing going as planned.
I slept later than I wanted.
Then when I got up my plans were clean the litter box, unload the dishwasher, make breakfast, get the meatballs started for lunch, and log in to irk.
Got the litter box and dishes done and then the power went out.
So I figured I’d make a few phone calls, but I didn’t charge my cell phone over night and it was too close to dead for me to risk making business calls.
I had cheese and crackers for breakfast, which was a bad idea because now my stomach hurts.
I got a tax bill from the state the other day. I owe $41.41. I was getting ready to put all my check writing stuff away (checks, stamps, envelopes) and I thought I would try to pay the bill online first, that way if they want to charge me some ridiculous fee like $25, I’ll just write a check and mail it in instead.
Can’t pay a tax bill online unless you create an account. So I create an account They must have seen me coming because one of the required fields is that you have to create a question that only you will know the answer, and you cannot use obscene language. Although I suppose that when it comes to taxes, I am not the only one whose mind shifts into cursing.
So I create the account, go out to pay the bill and it tells me there is no liability associated with the notice number. I check the number and same result. I call the kid out to read the number, as he has younger eyes, and still nothing owed. I figured I can still mail it in, but the I think what if the number is wrong and I send a check but it doesn’t get credited properly so I better call them. Surprisingly, I didn’t have a long wait and I got a nice man who seemed to know what he is talking about. He checks the notice number and says the balance is 0. I said but I have a bill, so he checks my account and the bill has been paid. I didn’t pay the bill, would they have taken it directly from y account? No they didn’t, I was checking my account as we were speaking and he says no they wouldn’t do that without telling me and yes the bill has been paid and the balance is 0. He thinks maybe things just crossed in the mail, and who knows, the state took forever to cash my check, to the point that I was worried they hadn’t gotten it.
So I took down his name, and the date we talked and he said he would make a note in my file that we talked and I guess I just saved $41.41. Maybe.
Baker I think those people making comments about the jumpers going to hell should be happy that I am not God; because if I was, I’d have a special little corner in hell reserved just for them.
MetalMouse - I left out the most sordid detail about my friend’s husband having the affair with his daughter in law. The whole thing was set up by his own son, who (pimped out) convinced his wife to seduce his father so they could get money out of him.
Some crazy people out there.
Howdy Y’all! Back from feedin’ the little [del]heathen crumbsnatchers[/del] cherubs over to St. John’s and St. Mark’s. They gnawed through some pizza, sallit, fruit, and cookies. Nuttin’ left and everyone was full.
‘Tis dreary and rainy out. A good afternoon to stay inside and chill. I’m readin’ a book about Mayhayley Lancaster. This is a good afternoon to read stuff like that. She was from up around my old stompin’ grounds. I spent many Summers on an aunt’s and uncle’s farm in Heard County, Jawja.
I got a call from the temp agency, but it was for a job that required eight hours of walking around the horsepistol. Since my feet are already messed up from eight hours of standing for seven years, I declined. My stupid brain decided to make me feel bad for declining. My feet are happy about it.
I’ve gotten a little more written on my novel this morning and cut some catnip that was hanging over the dill plant, so the day hasn’t been a total waste. Samantha especially liked the catnip. She was so high she tried to eat her own tail.
My morning so far has been one of minor irritations. My bladder woke me up at about 7am, but I had to climb over two small dogs to get out of bed, so Wifey beat me to the terlet. Then it was my turn, but when I pushed the handle to flush, nothing happened! So I had to take the top off the tank and troubleshoot in the dark, without my glasses, by feel. Got the chain reconnected to the lever, I thought. Then the dogs informed me that they had to potty. Took them outside, where, thankfully, they didn’t pause to inspect every single blade of grass, but auditioned many. Got everyone chivvied back inside. By then my bladder had refilled, (yes, it happens. I don’t know why or how.) so back to the bathroom. Terlet not flushing, again. Turned on the light this time, as I had retrieved my glasses, and discovered that the hole in the lever thingee had rusted through. Connected chain to a different hole. Washed my hands and went back to bed… All in all my ‘quick’ bathroom trip took 20 minutes. By then I was awake, but snuggled back in anyway. Did manage to get a few more winks before getting up.
Now I’m up and due to get in the shower. More later. Maybe.
Technu. Check it out. At most drug stores. It will remove the oil from your skin and help you heal.
Nuts congrats on powering through your stuff prior to the move. I am very bad at this. I think you can keep Lego though. There’s a clause somewhere in the adulting contract about getting to goof off that includes lego.
You took my line!!!
Agreed. No skool before Labor Day. Monsters!
Bad haid today. No news. Blurf!
I had some Tecnu soap, but I ran out and haven’t had a chance to get any more yet. It’s on the list.
I worked, I droved through Max Max style traffic. Having a Yuengling.
And for the 2nd test, we’ll attach the Bungee cord, too.
Take a few scalps while you’re in there.
I think we should test Spidey too. Larger sample size, better data. 
An 18 gallon tote?
When I moved last summer, my stash was a nine gallon one and I’m a single 54 year old.
big kitty, oatmeal baths. The stuff to remove the oil too. Try to stay comfortable.
I’m trying to think of a theme to make a pop up birthday card for a friend’s 50th in a couple of weeks. His interests are so varied that it’s hard to come up with just one thing.
Yay PREDS!
June is normally the insanity of both Bonaroo and CMA Fest here and this year we’re adding hockey fever to the traffic mix (not that I’m complaining about Smashville making the race). Events for CMA Fest are being shifted into a couple of different venues. A lot of folks are working from home when possible. I’m so glad my commute no longer involves getting out on the freeways.