That’s why I didn’t legally change it. I just use his last name socially, but my bank accts, credit cards, SSN, driver’s license, etc. are all in my name. 
ok - why did my mind go directly the sandal-wearing hippy-acting veiled lesbian character from Peanuts?
And - you’re flirting all wrong - you’re supposed to smile wryly and say “how *you * doin’?”
Yeah, but that was a question. So you can flirt and still stay true to your convictions 
That was quite possibly the most disgusting lunch ever. Barf. It was supposed to be a grilled veggie wrap with seasoned rice with a citrus Thai sauce. And that’s what it was, technically. It was onions, tomatoes, and lettuce, all grilled, with plain white rice and some olives (why?), with a side of coleslaw. There was no seasoning or sauce in the wrap that I could discern. At least the coleslaw wasn’t in the wrap, too. I ate a few bites, and left the rest. When it says grilled veggies, I expect bell peppers, eggplant, squash, that sort of thing. Not lettuce.
Make it a double.
Mandy is already talking about how she’ll be able to find a job teaching English to the local kids. There are not enough rooling eyes in the world to show what I’m feeling. But at least she’ll be out of my hair.
I can’t wait to see what her eaction is going to be when she finds out she can’t take her dogs with her.
Congrats on the probationary job, SwampBeer. Now get yer ass off welfare.
One of the 10 happiest days of my life was the one where I told Indiana where to stuff their unemployment checks…
Ablative paint is the kind that gradually wears off so that fresh molecules of paint are always on the surface. That, in turn, is supposed to discourage barnacles and other stuff from growing on the boat bottom. This is the desired surface for cruisers and boats that stay in the water for long periods of time. If you have a trailerable boat that comes out of the water every time you use it, you would choose a hard bottom paint with a shiny surface to make it easier to clean every time you park it.
And it is also a case in Latin, but that has nothing to do with our boat.
Remember I mentioned that there were 2 sets of twins born to coworkers this year and another set on the way? Well today I found out there are 2 sets on the way. There’s definitely something in the water around King George/Fredericksburg…
Speaking of work, I’ve just got to share this. I was hired in the midst of a hiring frenzy when they were bringing in fresh meat from colleges, experienced folks from private industry, plus some of us career govvies. One of the college kiddies was talking to one of the transferring govvies, and asked “What about spring break?” 
The kid was aghast to learn that the Dept of Defense didn’t close down for a week in the spring. He was further upset to learn that he’d have to use his vacation time if he wanted a spring break. I’ve just got to wonder - didn’t he come from a home with a working parent? Did his dad or mom get a spring break? Well, mebbe if they were teachers…
Coming home was great fun - both dogs horked within minutes of each other. I’m afraid to ask what next…
Re: home ownership. I am a big proponent of it, but having both rented and owned, I know that it depends on what you want out of it. I like precisely because of doing repairs and modifications. I like doing that stuff. Fun for me is putting in a water heater on a Sunday evening.
[Sally Field]
You like me! You really like me!
[/Sally Field]
So middling boss-man just dropped by to tell me I got another little raise on my forthcoming paycheque. Only about 3.5% or so, but hey – every little bit is welcome. Plus, it reassures me that they like me and want me to keep working here. Three raises, less than two years – I guess I really do get a few things right from time to time.
Okay. That is all. Time to go home.
Drinks on the Mind-Dude! Congrats on the raise!
And congrats on the mebbe impending job, swampbum!
Rent v. Own is a no-win argument. We bought several times when we should have rented. I like knowing my place is *mine * (and the bank’s), but there are times when I wish I could know that replacing the roof is not my problem.
I wasn’t hungry, so I didn’t plan dinner, but all of a sudden I want something. I see a bowl of cornflakes in my near future.
Thanks for sharing the tale of the Forest Fire, BBBobbio (love that new nick, btw - and the story about the black belt!). Dang, you and Sean both live in the same general area as many of my relatives on my Dad’s side; one of my Dad’s sisters used to have a house on the road between Suffolk and Gates, an old(er) farm house. My cousins all live in the Franklin/Holland/Suffolk area. Last time I was down there, though, was in 85. 
Still nice to hear about the area. And glad that no homes burned!
Yay Swampy on the temp job! And free beer!! Well, maybe not free, but it should at least be discounted, right? 
No word yet from my doctor, although her nurse called this morning and said they’d probably call by Friday. In the mean time, I’ve decided to not look up any more info on the Internet because it was freaking me out. Thanks to all who are keeping me in your thoughts & prayers!!
Thanks Mika for the wonderful stories on both Ganesh and Hanuman!! Hope things work out for your brother, btw–he’s in my prayers.
I’m forgetting things again!! Good thoughts to all who need them, and hope that LiLi’s doctor calls with good news.
Well, it was actually uttered by one of my older students - I think she’s in her late 30s or early 40s. So it was more of an auntie comment than anything else - which is why it amused me so much. So much for being taken seriously.
It’s hard to have a set course at this point - the semester is half over already, and I’ve stumbled into a lot of unexpected things during these past few weeks that have radically changed my approach to teaching here. I feel rather apologetic towards my students this semester because they’re basically “lab rats” as far as my teaching methods go. Hopefully I can make it up to them in the fall.
I think most of my students are actually older than me. :eek:
Ooh, congrats on the raise!!
Shhhhh. As long as it doesn’t get out.
Heh, tell me about it. The irony amuses me to no end.
Herbs, hang in there - we’re all keeping our various body parts crossed for you.
I was bad and bought a babydoll dress today at Old Navy. With money I really should be saving for upcoming moving expenses. But I haven’t bought anything for myself in a loooooong time. And it’s a really cute dress, I swear!
Also, I’ve been reading like a fury these past few days. Almost finished with *The Bone Doll’s Twin * trilogy and am planning to start on One Hundred Years of Solitude next.
Two more hours of teaching, and then I’m freeeeeeeeeeee.
I’m home from work, and the dog is walked. We had some HVAC gus come by the store, apparently one of the A/C units has been dead for a week or so. Fixing it didn’t help, it was still 76 in the back room when I left. It’s spahgetti and spinach night. On a cheerful note, the Hurricanes signed my favorite player, so I wont have to buy another jersey for next year. 
Glad things didn’t get out of hand, BBBbobio.
Haze, maybe your student could work for Art Bell, he sees things that aren’t there. The last store I was at, all of my employees were old enough to be my mother.
Sorry about the water, Wille E.
Mika, I rent. I guess I would’t mind owning, but I could only afford somewhere wwwaaayyy out in the country. Or a bad neighborhood.
Congrats, Mork!
Nava, I won’t say Miller is bad beer, but the dog won’t drink it.
Y’all gotta quit dissin’ Miller. It may be my livelihood. 
Haze baby dolls gotta have dresses too!
I’m at ol’ y’all know whose (who’s?) house. I have reupped his antivirus subscription and am now running a virus scan. Not that I think there’s any bugs cause he hardly ever uses the dang puter but still… this stuff needs to be done on at least a weekly basis. I mean, my own dear mother remembers to do it (ok cause I remind her when I call) so a man with a master’s degree in nursing should remember, right? :dubious: Oh well, I guess this one of the reason’s he ain’t finished with me yet. Maybe I can find a way to use more smilies in this post. :rolleyes:
I got the packet from Miller. They are calling it a post employment offer physical and drug screening. Strange name, cause I’m used to it bein’ a pre-employment physical and drug screening, meaning if the results are good, you get hired. So, tomorrow, I get to go pee at nine a.m. Friday, I show up at the health services department at Miller at seven-fifteen a.m. for the physical. I have this three page front and back questionnaire to fill out between now and Friday. Hey, I gotta have sump’n to do tomorrow after I pee, so I guess that’ll be it. Oh, and in case anybody’s wanderin’, it’s seven and a half miles from Miller to ACBG’s house. So, I figure it’s about ten from my house to Miller.
They do give employees two free cases of beer a month, so I’m told. There’s also an employee store where one can buy beer at a discount but I don’t know how much of a discount or even if that’s open to folks who are “temporary.” When I got there about twenty past five, there was somebody I know (and knew he was doin’ this too. he’s retired and I think his wife “encouraged” him to apply for part-time work ) there pickin’ up his packet. We noticed there was one other packet layin’ there so we’re wonderin’ if out of that group of about twenty people who took that test if we’re all they picked or maybe we’re just the first cause we had the best scores. We finally decided it’s because we’re so smart and bright and scored sooooooo high on that test that Miller knew they had to snap us up before anybody else did.
Yeah, I know the house… :rolleyes:
I haven’t said a thing about Miller, good or bad :dubious:
After all, I single-handedly kept them profitable 1979-1987…
I love the weather we’re having right now - mid 70s, pretty clouds floating by, low humidity - it was so purty that I took a picture when I got home. The little tree in front of the a/c is my peach tree (the kid of the former owner planted a pit, and it grew). I stared at it a while, watched the birds land and depart and started thinking about the age of trees. I know you can count the rings to tell how old a tree is, but don’t you have to chop off a significant portion of the tree in order to do that? leaving basically a stump that will likely grow no further. So, how, without essentially killing a tree, can you determine its age?
I may actually be able to open the windows here tonight - it’s mid 70s now, and it’s supposed to drop into the 60s - niiiiiiiiice.
Wow, **rosie ** - GMTA!
Ooh, ooh, ooh, did you like The Bone Doll’s Twin? I really like Lynn Flewelling.
And if you want trashy, I just finished the latest book in the Kushiel series, by Jacqueline Carey. They’re great trashy fantasy. I’m personally not that interested in the S&M stuff, but her reimagining of Renaissance Europe is really interesting. I think she’s got a degree in history, and it shows. And she describes great food. I still read the blasted Recluce series becasue of the food, even though it sucks now.
Lynn Flewelling, a friend told me, was a coroner’s assistant or forensic something or other, which is why her dead things are so convincing.
I want to proudly announce that not only have I not thrown up today, my jeans are starting to not fit. I feel smug.
Yay for non puke day LiLi!
BBBobbio the no dissin’ rules applies to those that know who they are.
Purty picture BioRosie! I don’t have any idea on how to tell how old a tree might be, but it looks like it could be maybe thirty to forty years old from the pic. At any rate, it looks like a tree that’s been around a while.