Or we could all just bring our own rolls of toilet paper. That would work too.
I heard a couple of good fortunes from dinner last night, but I got a boring one.
If you feel you are right,
stand firmly by
your convictions.
… in bed. Doesn’t even rate a <snerk>
I guy with whom I work, a good ole boy from the swamps of northern North Carolina, says the only parts of a pig that don’t get eaten are the tail and the squeak. I believe him, and you’ve just provided more proof.
Wintermute, me and the Roundboy have made mistakes costing Technical Thingies hundreds of dollars a shot. If it was an honest mistake, and it can be fixed (or avoided in the future), I’m sure your employers will cut you some slack. Especially since you say they’ve just done a lot for you to give you a permanent place in their world. Buck up, little cowgirl!
Swampy don’t read this next part. It will trigger your TP compulsion.
The Factotrix was supposed to pick up some terlit paper yesterday, but her daughters got her to run around doing stupoid errands instead of getting what was needed. (I did get a cool poster of The Tick out of it, though.) I’d say we’re down to about one and a half rolls in the Factfortress. Guess what I’m doing tomorrow after the roof guys come to fix a hole?
Okay swampy, it’s safe to look again.
I dunno, bob, “stand firmly” gets at least <snerk> <snerk> he said “stand firmly!” <snerk> <snerk> <snerk> from me. 
Yaaaaaaaaaaayyyy!!! It’s Friday again. And we’re supposed to have reasonably good weather this weekend. Sunshine even! Not beach weather zactly, but definitely sittin’ on the porch readin’ a good book weather fur shur! I need to think up sumpin’ fittin’ for dinner tomorrow nite what involves good weather. I know!! Burgers and dogs onna grill, and maybe some tater salad. Yeah! That’s the ticket! What’ll y’all be havin’?
Tupug
Wintermute, I screwed up at work last summer, and I still feel bad about it. But I think I’m the only one still dwelling on it. We always are harder on ourselves that other people are. Just do what you can to fix the problem, learn whatever lessons you can, and try not to do it again! It happens and it sucks but everyone does make mistakes and it’s best just to (try to) move on.
Yay! Friday! This weekend is definitely going to involve some serious sleep. Woo, love the weekends.
It’s Friday? FINALLY!
I’ve got a conference with one of The Kid’s teachers this afternoon - she’s been screwing up in school big time and we’ve got to get her back on the track.
But tomorrow (yay Saturday!) we’re going to see MooNiE & BRooN, our favorite Ren Faire guys, in their improv show in Chicago. These guys make you laugh 'til your face hurts, and at this show they’re not required to be “period” so things could get really crazy.
Sunday is the MIL’s boithday party, so sometime between now and then I have to think of a boithday gift idea.
I want Thai food tonight, but the WryGuy points out that the closest decent Thai place is not at all close, and we’re going to start slate-floor-demolition this weekend, so we’ll probably order a pizza or something boring like that.
Have a great weekend, y’all!
Oooh-la-la, Shibb talked french to me and called me stunning…I’m gettin’ all flustered and er, bothered here. Batting my eyes and turning red.
Your daughter sounds very cutel. At one point, when she was very young, my daughter wanted to be an astronaut, artist and archeologist. She wanted to do these all at the same. The kid had some lofty goals…
Yes, it’s finally Friday. The son just called and informed me that I had filled out the check for his 6th grade camp incorrectly. We were told at the little meeting to make the checks payable to the camp, one piece of paper said to make the check payable to the school, and still yet another, said to make the check payable to the camp. Make up my mind! Damn! I made the check out to the camp. The stuff needs to be turned in by Monday and I’ll be gone Monday. I can’t get off work early either. I already told him I’ll write another check tonight when I get home and then he’ll have to put it in his school binder right away.
Well, better get some work done.
Mr. Lissar has all the other pics up! Woo-hoo!
Here’s Quasi-Daughter flipping out.
Here’s us going down the aisle.
Ah, well. Here’s the whole page. Wedding and honeymoon. We took all our friends with us on our honeymoon. Note how very very tall Best Friend is, and Mr. Lissar, and especially Best Friend’s husband.
I expect lots of compliments.
I didn’t see ANY hot honeymoon action in those pics. :mad:
Woo Hoo, Liss, between you and Mr. Lissar, you got you some fiiiiiiinnnnneeee heads o hair! You are both just adorable!
Nice pics Liss. Looks like quasi-daughter was just before goin’ all medieval on somebody’s butt.
I got tbone steaks marinating for supper tonight. ACBG has been hinting (if you can call saying “how bout we grill steaks Friday” about a bazillion times hinting) for steak, salad and baked potatoes all week. He’s bringing the taters. Big surprise there huh?
Sunday afternoon I got St. Patrick’s dinner kitchen duty at church. My church (St. Patrick’s by coincidence) is having its St. Patrick’s celebration this Sunday. It’s our Festal Celebration. Corned beef and cabbage, Irish (but not really) stew and green beer. My kinda festivatin’! See, normally a Festal Celebration is held on the Sunday closest to the Feast Day itself. So, under normal circumstances, it would have been March 20th, since that’s closer to St. Patrick’s Day. However, March 20th is Palm Sunday which takes precedent, so our St. Patrick’s whoopee is this Sunday. It’s a moveable feast day. Oh heck, who cares when it is as long as corned beef and cabbage and green beer are involved, right?
Gorgeous, Lissla, gorgeous! Quasi-Daughter’s pic is a fun one, too.
Puh-leease Theodore, the whips don’t belong to me, I just know someone who insists upon sharing these things with me (so I can then oogy you all out; yer welcome!). “I’m not a dominatrix, but I play one on the 'net.” Of course I am now afraid to go check my mail, eek!
Don’t worry Wintermute, everybody screws up ocassionally. The people who really know you, know this isn’t typical and who cares about anyone else? Besides, hairshirts are reeeeally itchy. And not flattering at all.
Yippee for friday! I’m making the corned beef this weekend and then catching up on my sleep. I hate when the weather changes and you can’t get comfy, hot cold hot cold hot cold, all night. Feh.
Should I try the new Phillipino food place? What should I order. I know lumpia and that’s it. Guide me great MMPers.
No corned beef and cabbage this weekend for me, me and the corned beef never saw eye to eye. I may grab some goetta though, I haven’t had goetta in ages. I did have some great Mexican for lunch, Arroz con Pollo, which at the Mexican place means chicken with rice and veggies. This time they put mushrooms in though. Me and schrooms never saw eye to eye either. Pardon me if I’m rambling, but because of my recent promotion at work, my day starts an hour earlier, and this is the first day of that, so I’m a bet bedraggled.
Mrs. S. and I celebrate our second year of wedded bliss Sunday, and I will probably take her out to dinner at her favorite little ribs place. this also means I will be visiting Hallmark over the weekend for a card. Wedded bliss I tell you.
Ashes- please tell me that in my only semi-lucid state I am misunderstanding you, and that you are not actually borrowing a friend’s sex toys, only their product knowledge.
Congratulations Theodore on both your promotion and anniversary. Got a little two-fer going there, don’t you?
Wintermute, stop beating yourself up. We’re all human, we all make mistakes. It sounds as if errors like are rare. We are all our own worst critics. My boss is constantly telling me to quit being so hard on myself. I’m sure your bosses tell you the same thing.
I don’t think we’ll be doing the corned beef thing this weekend. I’ve got to get ready for my trip and I’m shopping tomorrow. I’ll be much too tired to cook after shopping.
Well, I need to show someone how to do something now…
Which Mexican place did you eat at?
The best Mexican food in Cincinnati is at the Taqueria Mercado off Route 4 in Fairfield, about half way between Jungle Jim’s and I-275. It’s very good.
There’s also a very good Peruvian place on Route 4, but inside the beltway, called Sabor Peruano. I recommend the crunchy chicken or beef stew there (but I can’t remember the name in Spanish… it’ll come to me later, something like Carne Salteado, maybe?)
Growing up Irish Catholic, corned beef and cabbage always tasted like grilled cheese sammiches to me. Because I would never ever eat either, and that’s what Mom (or Nana, if we were eating at her house) would make for me instead. Which is pretty cool when you’re a kid, but kind of embarrassing when you’re a married 32 year old home for a visit.
Gaaaaaah! Ick ick ick! You are a bad, bad man Theodore! Which means your wife is a lucky woman. No, I mean she *tells * me these things and sometimes demonstrates, erm, shows me pictures and catalogs (did you know there are catalogs?) and sometimes I am shown new toys, straight out of the box new.
And you’re not giving your lovely wife just a card for your anniversary, right? There’s other stuff, right? Lessee, year number two is cotton. Buy her a cotton plant! Then she can grow her own clothes and stuff.
Plus, I never liked when Mom made corned beef and cabbage. But I’m giving this from-scratch recipe a chance since Mom always made hers from a can and the cabbage always had big ribs and I only like the leafy part. So there you go. More completely useless information about someone you really don’t know. Ta-dah! Now go get some sleep.
Shibb- The place is Rincon Mexicano in Eastgate, decent Mexican food, but not the best is the city. There is a fairly new place called Xochimilico (sp) in Colerain that is extremely good. I’ve never tried either of the places on rt. 4, but next time I head to the Jungle, I’ll have to pop in there. Of course, if I’m going to Jungle jim’s, I may just pick up the stuff to make my own mexican or Peruvian feast. I could spend at least a grand in there without batting an eye. This would not make Mrs. S. very happy.
Ashes thanks Og it was just the lack of sleep doing warped things to my brain, that was really headed in a bad direction. UNLESS… your “friend” was that kind of “friend”, not that there’s anything wrong with that. And I did know there were catalogs, along with “fun parties”. Not too far from where I work, is where the outlet for Pure Romance products is. When they have their warehouse sale every year, the radio is inundated with ads for the sale, where you can browse through all of the fun items in a discreet location, as opposed to browsing through the typical big box sex toys depot.
I am taking her out to dinner of course, and then in a few weeks we are heading out to spend a couple of days gambling and carousing away from the Ministrikers, and she will be treated to a manicure and pedicure in the spa there. Cards are of primo importance to her, so that is always first on the list.
Yeah!!! Only half an hour til I get to head home.
I seem to recall some bogus tale of being sick. But what I figure for the truth - he knew that my departure would move him to tears and he’d be blubbering uncontrollably the whole time and everyone would thing he was a big sissy baby. So he chose to shun us. At least that’s my theory. 
Hooray for Friday! We’re being threatened with snow this weekend. Not a lot, but snow all the same. We’ve been like 15-20 degrees below average lately, and I am not happy about it. I want to start working my yard, dagnabbit! Stoopit extended winter.