Hey kids! Life goes on for this little grey duck, I’m still dealing with ex-boyfriend’s drama, and I am ready for it to be over. He is coming up on the 19th, with his mother no less, to pack up the crap he left in his storage room and grab his car, and I am assuming they will leave on the 20th. It’s enough that I have to deal with him, but his mother, well, wow. She’s an actress (you would know her, and his father, were I to name drop) and as with all actresses (personal experience with community theatre) she is all about the drama. :rolleyes: I can’t wait for it to all be over.
So, trying to recall what I just read:
(((rosie))) My house has been hit with the plague, so I empathize with you. Get lots of rest, and chicken soup is your friend.
Herbs! How are you my friend?
A Haze sighting! How are you?
Lots of good thoughts for FCD. I truly hope that the surgery works for him this time. Good thoughts for you too FCM, take good care of your man!
Bobbio! Dude, I do not envy your upcoming weekend, I sincerely hope that it all goes smoothly.
(((Taters)))
Yay GT on keeping the recipe blog going! Some of the recipes so far this week sound like teh yum!
Okay, brain death is kicking in. Insomnia hit here as well tonight, the melatonin did nothing so I had two beers and I am feeling a bit more relaxed. I am going to settle in and read for a bit. I am experiencing some intestinal distress, and I swallowed an Imodium a bit ago so maybe I can get some sleep. Stupid plague! Good morning to swampy and the rest of you who are rising while the west coast sleeps. Or not.
Ashes, I’m highly embarrassed to say that many years ago we once gave Bubba a liquid mint to see what he’d do with it. And what he did was completely FREAK OUT and start foaming at the mouth. Poor baby and shame on me.
I’m up earlyish this morning because I’ve got a couple of lunches, one of which involves baked potatoes which always get turned on very early. (That sounds vaguely naughty, doesn’t it?)
Otherwise, rosie’s sig to all, I’ve got to keep moving…
**kai **- do you think the actress is coming along to intimidate you with her greatness? Sorry you’re among the sickies and I hope you feel better soon, but do keep your germy self away from me. Once **FCD **is post-surgical and permitted to shower and stuff, I’ll allow myself to get sick, but until then, everyone, back off!!!
Just had a yummy breakfast of brownies. I should probably have a bowl of cereal or something with protein - maybe PB on toast? What I really want is to go back to bed, but I’m awake, so that ain’t gonna happen.
Last night, I started looking at engineering jobs in the area - none sound appealing. I really think I need to get some kind of job, preferably part time, but I don’t know what I want to do. I do know I don’t want to work retail or food service or daycare. Oh well, no rush…
Well, FCM, the inhaling of the sweet potato was extreme, even for a pug. This isn’t mygirl, but it’ll give non-pug knowers an idea.
Sticks, I looove the idea of the mint. Here I can’t get mine to lick pop-rocks, the spoil sport!
Swampy, please work on the story you promised me (not really) yesterday. Your word is: burly. Very good rainy day project.
Give the tea a bit o’ time to non-deaden ya Lissla. Mebbee a room facing the sun?
I may have to stay away from the Food channel and HGTV . Just fifteen minutes and I want to smack the people on this holiday special. Stupid woman won’t put cookies in her cookie jar grumble umble… grinchity grinch…
I don’t do tiaras. And I most certainly don’t dust!!!
I do think the biggest problem is that I really don’t know what I’d like to do. At one point, I’d considered teaching, but I hate standardized tests and the fact that everyone expects you to teach kids to pass those damned things. Really, if you just teach the material, the kids should pass. But no, the emphasis is on the test, not on the material. OK, I’ll stop now.
I need to go back to my working roots. My first job was receptionist/phone operator/mail opener-and-sorter. Low pressure, necessary, and it paid a whopping $2.00 per hour!
**LiLi **- face it - you won’t feel rested till your kids are married and out on their own. And then they’ll start bringing grandbabies over, so even then, you’ll be exhausted. Sorry sweetie, your fate is sealed.
Apparently, it’s too hot in my office because it’s too cold (32°) outside. The heat is not on, but the AC won’t run because it’s cold. It’s an automatic thing. They opened the hatch in the roof to draw the heat out. This sounds like so much BS, but what do I know?
I know it’s 81° in here, that’s what I know. It makes me sleepy, that’s what I know.
I wanna go home. My neck and shoulder hurt because I hauled all the plants into the house myself last night, because when Mr Rebo went to bed (because he had to get up at 1:30 am) we didn’t think it was going to freeze last night.
Stopped by the grocery store last night. One of the local dairies has a red velvet milk available in the 1/2 gallon carton. I haven’t seen it on shelves in forever, so I was happy. I’ll have to get some. I’m thinking it and some mint chocolate custard would make a delicious Christmas-y dessert.
Red velvet milk? I never heard of such a thing - what is it?
You will all be glad to know that I’m showered and dressed - no more stinky me in a scrungy bathrobe. I cleaned the pee spots on the carpet and the chicken carcass has been submerged for boiling. Soon there will be broth for soup.
It’s still raining, but I’m indoors, so life is good. Except for the pathetic lack of chocolate in this house.
Imagine drinking red velvet cake. That’s what it is. It’s a holiday tradition, is what it is. I prefer it to eggnog, and it goes great with some sort of liqueur blended in it.
It is my firm belief that everyone should do this. Especially if you carry a purse or laptop bag. It doesn’t take up much space, and it will totally SAVE YOUR DAY one of these days.
We send out preprinted holiday postcards with a photo of us on the front and a brief summary of our year on the back. We print address labels. My handwriting is so bad that 50% of them would never arrive if I tried to hand label them.
My stepmother sends out a (preprinted and printed envelope–so I don’t feel too bad) holiday letter every year. Each year it’s a bit longer than the previous one. Last year was 8 pages, double sided. It’s a chore to read through the whole thing so one of us will read it aloud so that we don’t all three of us have to read it. It’s about 80% current events with their family (to be fair they have 5 kids still living at home) and 20% Jesus-based glurge.
My husband’s mom sends out a Christmas letter, too, but it’s usually several pictures of the family and a paragraph of text. much better.
I probably shouldn’t make a big deal about printing addresses since my handwriting is pretty horrid. Still, it seems to me if you take the time to send someone a greeting, the least you could do is sign it with a real pen. Her card is less personal than the birthday greetings I used to get from our insurance guy - at least he actually signed his name.
Several very rich burly men show up to rescue OYKW and me from our humdrum irkaday lives. We then spend the rest of our lives in luxury while several burly men do ummm… burly men things to entertain and amuse us. The End.
So far today I have accomplished exactly nuttin’ but set up my laptop here at the infamous :eek:maul:eek: kiosk. Soon I shall be assistin’ some folks with settin’ up some medicare stuff. At the :eek:maul:eek: of all places. At least I’m hangin’ around the food court in a fairly good size kiosk with wireless.
I knew I shouldn’t have been bragging about the beautiful weather yesterday. Today we’ve got that “wintry mix” of nastiness out. I’d take a heavy snow over that, happily. Anyone want to trade weather with me?
Oh. My. Gawd. I need this, now. I may die without it, in fact,
