When the General Assembly of N.C. added the sales tax to liquor sales, I briefly contemplated armed insurrection. I settled on buying 3 gallons of booze before the tax went into effect, my way of sticking it to The Man. 
We were less pitiful than usual at the park today.
Hey kai!
Friday I had to take a vacation day, as my eldest’s school was closed. I had managed to score time-passes for 2 to the Statue of Liberty. He had some fun, I had a Blast! (I like the T-shirts they have in the gift shop) I took mundo pictures, none of which are out of my camera yet.
Saturday was a Scout camping trip and I overpacked (as usual). The kids got to shoot at the BB gun range and my son scored several bullseyes (first time he’s ever held any kind of rifle). His friend was told by his Dad that he was getting a BB gun after the trip, but I told my son that he’s definately not getting one. (He’s a good shot, but has a long way to go maturity-wise)
But that wasn’t the scary part. The scary part was trying to sleep in a large cabin with 20 snoring middle-aged men. I’m telling you, thats the secret torture Gitmo uses after water-boarding. By 3AM, I just said screw it and got started carrying bags back to the car. By 4, I had everything out except a dirty-laundry duffle, both our sleeping bags, the morning change of clothes, and our packs. My eldest slept straight through until they turned on the cabin light at 6:30 AM.
On the way home, he was cranky and I asked him why. “Well, I didn’t get a very good nights sleep last night, Daddy.” I nearly spit my coffee across the dash. Hell, the only thing that got me home was strong coffee and coffee grounds stuck between my teeth (makes note: next time, pack dental floss). But when I got home, I have to confess:
Og That Shower Felt Good!!!
Howdy Count! Don’t believe I’ve seen you round these parts before. Welcome to the MMP! If you have been here before, just ignore me. I have the attention span of a gnat on thorazine. Anyways, cool story there. Glad you had a good time at the Statue of Liberty and good on you being so involved with your son and Scouting!
Speaking of scouting… Hi Scout!
Things are better now. I’ve been explaining stuff, finding stuff, and even arguing stuff (very politely mind you, as in, “I believe if you’ll look here you’ll find that we…” and then I go to town proving my point) and even winning most of the time. Ok, there’s things we need to do better, that’s why we do this accreditation stuff so we can learn how to improve services. I just keep repeating that to myself. Sooner or later, it’ll sink in.
gotti I like the idea about the tractor. Hee!
My husband called me from a paper products place that he was delivering to up in Everett.
It appears that Greenpeace has targeted this company. The pulled up in a big bus, tried to block the entrance, but didn’t succeed. They had holes in the side of the bus, and two guys stuck their arms in these holes, presumably into cement. :rolleyes: My husband asked the guards there why they weren’t doing anything and the guards told him that’s exactly what these folks wanted. They had brought their own film crew. :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
My husband was able to get past the bus and make his delivery. I guess the local news crews were on their way up. The cops are there too, of course.
Well, I need to head out and run some errands now.
No, actually, it’s that you have no childrens so you have to get your aggravation elsewhere! 
I had a rough night last night with weird dreams. One involved being at a place where I was going to buy tires. I was sitting in the waiting area, chatting with Paul McCartney, when he offered me a drink. I asked for white wine, but he brought me a really tall glass full of ice and vodka and tonic. 
Then I was walking around a yard full of cars in various stages of repair, talking to a service guy. Then I came back in and there were desserts on the table, and two ladies were fighting over the last piece of pie. Then I woke up.
That pretty much was the excitement of my day. I’m still in limbo at work, although today my division director asked me if I was willing to continue to work my project, which tells me the next phase was approved. So yay. But I still don’t have a permanent cubicle yet, nor do I know who’s gonna be on the team and if I’ll remain the team leader or not. I fear my nemesis will be made leader, and I really don’t like him.
But what the heck - I can retire in 1168 days.
That’s it! I seek out aggravation. It all makes such perfectly good sense now! :smack:
Hmmm… I can’t serve on my church vestry next year so maybe I’ll do sump’n like go back on the Board of Directors for the local Habitat for Humanity. I haven’t served in a couple years and I have been approached… hmmm… actually, I liked that, so maybe that’s not aggravation. So, maybe I need to start a new project at work so I can have the aggravation I apparently so desparately crave.
Taters they stuck their arms in cement? EEW!
Well, I was right about this cat being a problem to trap. So far, no luck. I’ll keep trying until about 9 tonight, when I will close the trap and try again in a few days. I have a strong feeling he has several homes he hits up for food, and my friend also says she’s seen him catch chipmunks several times. So if he’s not hungry it is going to be difficult to find bait that will tempt him enough to get him in the trap. When I go over in about an hour I’m taking warm fried chicken.
Got the thank you and sympathy cards I was supposed to send for the BC mailed - now I just have to work on the newletter. Grrrrr.
**SCL ** - when (if) you finally catch, what will you do, take it to a shelter to be fixed and then hopefully adopted? Adult street cats don’t make very good adoptees. Or will the Cat Suite have another lodger?
Crimeny! When did it get to be 4 o’clock! I haven’t finished half of the work I intended to today, these five hour days are going to kill me. Time for a quick post before I get back to not completing my work on time.
Meeting the parents yesterday went well, it was unfortunately short but I think that they liked me. Her father was most certainly sizing me up at first, but once I displayed an interest and limited knowledge in classic rock I think I was able to endear myself at least a little.
As for dreams I think the strangest one I have had recently would be when I dreamed that I parachuted into Beruit to act as a bodyguard for Rafik Hariri’s motorcade. And that is not the first time I have dreamed about assassinated Middle Eastern polictical figures either. While not exactly a staple of my dreams I have had at least three or four in the last year that I can recall that involved such characters.
Hi, all. Sounds like everyone is having about as exciting a day as I’m having. Although mine is more exciting than Papa Tigs’ day; he just called me from where he’s been 100% stuck on New Hampshire Avenue on his way home. He only has to travel a mile on New Hampshire Avenue, but this far he’s gone about one block. And then, of course, he has to get on the Beltway. I hope I see him before midnight. :eek:
My day has been less exciting. Took a shower, got dressed, went to the doctor, dropped off a prescription, ran by and picked up a new collar for the cat and a box of dog biscuits – ack! Papa Tigs let us run completely out of dog biscuits! Come 9:00 tonight, much doggie weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth would ensue if I hadn’t gotten more! – and then went and sat at the pharmacy and waited for my prescription. I love, love, love waiting at the pharmacy. They have a lovely shiatsu massage chair in their waiting area, so I sat there and had a 30-minute massage up and down my spine till my drugs were ready. Then they thanked me for waiting so patiently. I in turn thanked them for being so thoughtful. So everyone was happy.
So that’s my exciting afternoon. Envy me.
But, after all, who’s counting?
I feel your pain, Rosie! When I worked in offices, I lived in fear of having my favorite websites blocked – don’t employers understand what’s really important?
Good idea about Habitat, Swampy. That’s a terrific organization; sounds like you’d enjoy joining their board. My rule about volunteer work, learned over many years of doing different things, is that there’s no point in my volunteering for something that I don’t enjoy doing because I just won’t do it justice. And that’s not fair to the charity. I’m up to my eyeballs now with Operation Quiet Comfort, doing all kinds of knitting & sewing and such for wounded soldiers and military hospitals, and that’s stuff that gives me such a feeling of accomplishment that I’m willing to work far more at it than I have with any other group I can ever remember working with. Finding the right match between the person and the charity is the key, isn’t it?
New Girl already needs to “work away from her desk for a couple of hours.” Hahahahaha! Ahem. I thought I showed great restraint in not laughing or asking, “Already?” She’s nice. I don’t think she’ll last long, unless she’s hiding an inner Machievelli.
Oh, and AC was looking for anyone with “change for a 20” earlier. She wouldn’t go across the street to the bank to break it and then I realized, she doesn’t have a 20, she wants to find someone who has *change * for a 20, so she can mooch off of them. :rolleyes:
It’s still overcast and windy here. It’s really fall now, I guess.
So fcm, how is Sir Paul? Did he pass on any dirt about the divorce?
Pfffft - not only did he not tell me anything, he got my drink order wrong!!
Blech, blech, blech. The weather is so dreary, I’m feeling sort of dreary.
Ran my errands and picked up a couple, few bags of groceries. I’d lie down and take a nap, but my son will be home shortly, so there’s no point.
On the other hand, the utter peace and quiet today has been so very nice. I didn’t even turn on the TV.
I’ve been having very strange dreams too and they don’t ever make a lick of sense. Really, some of them border on being nightmarish, but I can never completely remember them after a few hours. I remember bits and pieces, but that’s about it.
I’ve been looking on the local news websites, but I haven’t seen anything about the Greenpeace to-do. Perhaps its because the weather is still taking a front seat in the news. The winds knocked out power in several counties and downed quite a few trees. Several fell on peoples’ homes. Again, I was incredibly lucky and I’m counting my blessings. They’re worried about the possibility of more flooding. Hopefully, that won’t occur.
Well, stuff to do, not that I really want to do it. I wanna go lie down, dammit.
Well, not only did he not tell you anything and got your drink order wrong, he had a dessert table with only one piece of pie left! That Sir Paul is just uncouth I tells ya!
Tigs I work for a charitable organization. Ain’t it a kick that I would seek out and serve on the board of yet another charitable organization? However, HfH is near and dear to me. I think what it does is just so great. That’s why I think I’m ready for another round of serving on their board. Last time around I also served on the discernment committee. That’s the committee who recommends potential homeowners. That was both enjoyable and tough cause not everybody who applies gets a house. There’s a lot of based on need, ability to pay back an interest free loan over time and all that stuff. Still, HfH is really great organization IMHO.
Ok, I’ve had supper (cubed steak and gravy, smashed N.O.T. and green beans) all lovingly prepared by me cause that don’t take too long. I told ACBG he could come by and forage if he wishes. Both of us have meetings tonight. Poor us! So pitiful ain’t it? I think he’s just goin’ to his place to forage for food and change cause he wears scrubs all day and apparently wants to be all presentable like tonight.
No, it wasn’t his dessert table - it was at the tire place. He just happened to be there the same time I was.
**FCD ** is running way late today - with luck, he’ll be home within 20 minutes. And on Weds, he’s flying south - meeting at the Cape on Thurs. But Weds night, he’ll be having dinner with our daughter, lucky duck! So it’ll be 2 nights for me without adult supervision. Lucky for him, I’m boring.
He’d better get home soon - I’m hungry!!!
So, tomorrow, some photographers are supposed to be coming to take pics of employees at work. These pics are going to be blown up to poster size and displayed in the corporate offices. whee. Can you feel my enthusiasm?
Wednesday, they’re supposed to be throwing that little anniversary party for me and the co-worker who’ve reached the 25th year with the company. We’ll see if I get anything besides lunch and cake.
Okay.
So the company beside mine – you remember them? The ones who have had their side office window broken three times in the last year and change? Who have been installing security cameras to prevent that from happening again? I think they’re seriously overcompensating. They’ve gone from having virtually no external security to having better security than Riker’s Island. Seriously, take a look at this. Indicated in red are the three – yes, three security cameras that have been installed within 25 feet of each other. The two on the left are pointing in exactly the same direction not fifteen feet from each other. They’ve also installed two in the back loading area – also fifteen feet apart on the left side of the building. That’s the side furthest from the driveway, or the opposite side of the building from the picture linked here. One faces out into the next company’s yard behind us. The other faces the driveway and loading docks. Then there are two more on the front of the building – again, one facing out into the street and the other to the driveway and building entrance. I don’t know if there are any on the far side of the building, but it wouldn’t surprise me. That’s a minimum of seven cameras on a building half the size of the one I work in. Did I mention they make springs and other metalwork objects? No platinum or gold or anything, just steel. And this is only one of two buildings this company owns (the other is across the street) and isn’t even the building with the warehouse or the big tools. It’s more like an overflow building when they outgrew the big one.
Well, at least no one will even think about breaking their windows again.
I am thoroughly, thoroughly confused.
I’m sure the thought process went something like that, anyway. The correct response by (Not-So) Evil Paper Corp[sup]TM[/sup]? To call the cops and have them deal with the protesters/trespassers/whatever they are in the appropriate manner. Any action or reaction by any interested bystanders leads to mayhem on the evening news. Those poor, innocent protesters! Minding their own business and look what happened! (This does not excuse the reprehensible conduct a while back by the sheriff’s dept that used Q-Tips to put tear gas directly onto the protestor’s eyelids or any other such misconduct.) Yes, I have shown up for work and found people had welded and/or chained themselves to the front gate, why do you ask? They were extremely disappointed to discover that there was a BACK gate that they hadn’t covered. Awww. Poor widdle protesters! (We took the gate off its hinges and shuffled them off to the side of the road, where they could be safely detached at the sheriff’s department’s leisure.)
