Woohoo! It’s Friday. I’m leaving work early to meet 'im indoors and a friend in town then we’re heading to the comedy club for a night of laughs.
We sat and watched both Lost and Jericho last night - thanks for the morse code info, BioTigs, I hadn’t realised it was a different message each week and 'im indoors is getting all excited now. I think his weekend project will be to learn morse code in time to work out what’s being passed on next time. I think he downloads it the day after you see it there so we’re actually not far behind for a change.
Nothing else to say, really. Weather’s dull but dry which is nice, and I have a good evening to look forward to. What more could I possibly want? Oh yes, a cup of tea would be good.
Mornin’ Y’all! I am up and caffienatin’. I’ve also already read the [del]fishwrapper[/del] morning paper. Not much excitation goin’ on in swampland today. I’ll be job searchin’ and at some point I need to clean the pool. I think the pine pollen has finally settled down for good, so hopefully this will be the last depollinization (it’s a word!) of the pool. Temps are supposed to be low 80s so this afternoon will be a good time to do that. Right now, though, it’s feed da bear time cause tummy is rumbly.
Have fun on your trip BioTigs! Eat lots of nummy Nawlins cuisine. Did you get those taxes done, young lady? :dubious:
Joy of joys: A nor’easter for us tomorrow and Sunday. All of the fun of a tropical storm, without the warm winds and cute name. At least I’ll have nothing else to get in the way of doing my taxen, like mowing the yard or burning decrepit barns.
I really could sleep for another 4 or 5 hours, except that I have to be packed and outtahere within the hour. The trip down should be okay - with no traffic, it’s only about 2 hours. But the trip back on Sunday, in the :eek:[shudder]Nor’Easter[/shudder]:eek: will be hairy, scary, and I’ll be wary!
I’ll tell you all about it Sunday night - and post pics in next week’s MMP - which will be hosted by…anyone? anyone? Buehler?
I was all set to do the Friday greet and complain about the snow this morning, but…
I walk into my office. It’s dark. Ordinarily my immediate cow-orker and, technically, my supervisor, is in and the office lights are on. They weren’t. “Where’s F?” I thought. It’s unlike him – must be caught in traffic or something. Although, as he comes in an hour before me, that’s a fairly long traffic jam to be caught in, so maybe he’s just off sick. Well, whatever, I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough. I sit down, boot up, log in, the usual morning routine, when the middle manager informs me that “F won’t be coming in today. He rolled his car on the 410 last night on the way home.”
:eek:
Apparently he’s OK – nothing broken, just some bumps and bruises; he was discharged from the hospital this morning, but I imagine he’s going to be pretty sore for the next few days at least. No other cars were involved, he just seemed to lose control of his vehicle and rolled it over in a ditch. Damn, but that’s gotta suck. I’m glad he’s OK, though.
So, in the mean time we’ll muddle through the day filling in for his absence as we can. It shouldn’t be too bad; Fridays are traditionally a bit slower as everyone’s minds start leaning into the weekend. I’ve got my coffee, and it is Friday after all, so things will be just fine. (Machete-wielding psychopaths notwithstanding)
Morning. Have dragged myself out of bed resentfully. I went out for dinner last night after work with Driving Husband and Lazy Husband, ate too much, and got to bed be one. I have a feeling that I ate some incredible amount of food yesterday. I think I’ll stick to miso and salad for lunch. I feel unbalanced.
Our taxes are done. smug
Nava, hash browns, done correctly, are divine. Of course, I love the potato in almost all forms.
Time to trot off in the rain and cold to do the laundry.
Oh! Attacks Husband is engaged, and his fiancee will be moving to Canada! w00t!
My taxes were done in February. We already have our return and have it banked. It’s going to pay to get some paint inside of this house.
Gah, I’m TIRED!!! Don’t know why. The alarm went off and I just sat and stared at the ceiling, debating my motivation. There’s no school today, but we work, and I have a lot to get done, so ultimately I was up and grumpily showering, and well - here I am.
MBG is Friday the thirteenth some kinda weird Sillynoise school holiday?
Hashbrowns…mmmmmm… Back in the day (cause now it would kill me to do this) after a loooooooong night of drinkin’ and carousin’ there was nuttin’ like a big plate of Waffle House Scattered, Smothered, Covered, Chunked, Topped, Diced & Peppered Hashbrowns. What that means is… scattered, the way WH scatters ‘em on the grill to brown up, smothered, covered in onions, covered, a slice of American cheese melted on top, chunked, with ham, topped, with chili, diced, with tomato, peppered, with peppers, duh! Like I said, if the night of drinkin’ and carousin’ didn’t do me in now, the hashbrowns would.
Taxes are done, and suitcases were packed but not aren’t because the zipper on my suitcase decided to pop at one corner. :eek: So Papa Tigs ran by and picked me up a new bag en route to dropping the Idiots off at the kennel; as soon as he gets home, I’ll transfer my stuff and then we’re off. They are gonna be SOOO spoiled while we’re gone. Although I refuse to pay $55 each for them to stay in one of the luxury suites, with a private outdoor patio and cable television. :eek:
No, it’s the end of the 3rd quarter of the year, so there’s parent teacher conferences at the school all day.
Speaking of the Friday the 13]th business, I’ve never gone for the bad luck aspect of the day. It’s not that I’m not superstitious, I’m the guy that wore the same pair of baseball sox for 16 straight days when I was 19 because I had a hitting streak going. But through the younger years, I managed to wear # 13 as often as I could, and I did pretty well with it. Football, baseball, later hockey. Even when I ran track in HS, the number on my sweats was 13. I think it was my way of daring the number to do it’s worst to me.
This past week, Acid Lamp and I have been taking the Children’s Television method of learning Icelandic; YouTube has dubbed and subtitled episodes of LazyTown in Icelandic. Not only are they amusing enough, but the double-whammy of seeing and hearing the language are really helping. (Of course, having a native speaker around for when I don’t quite “get” something or have to explain a phrase that I only have a “feeling” for what it means is handy too.) Of course, as a result, the both of us have had to be extra careful about using English in our everyday speech; it’s far too easy and comfortable to slip into certain phrases in Icelandic because it “sounds/feels better” than its English counterpart. My code switching downfall is “Good morning,” whereas his seems to be “thank you.” It definitely makes for a fun time and a bit of confusion with our non-Icelandic-speaking peers.
Did my taxes back in February and got the return back. It’s currently sitting in my savings account, making interest.
Yesterday I got all my info from my library science program to set myself up long distance. Of course, because I waited until almost a month after open registration started, I only got two classes that I originally wanted out of three. If my advisor doesn’t pull a few magic strings for me, I’ll be driving an hour or more two times in the fall semester to take class in person. I’m really not looking forward to it, but face time with professors is a good thing. I’m also not looking forward to paying between 2 and 3 times as much in tuition as I did in undergrad; what’s worse is that I don’t think my mom has caught on that it’s that much more, as I’m already getting “what do you mean you don’t have enough money to cover tuition for the year? You worked all year!” comments from her. (Tuition is actually going to run me a wee bit more than I’ve made all year, but I had expenses that took out chunks of money from my earnings, and I’ve still got major expenses that the saved money is going to cover. Loans are going to keep me from being crazy, miserable, and crying over money on a regular basis.) If she had seen how stressed out money made me during undergrad, she wouldn’t be pulling this crap. :rolleyes:
Tonight I’m going to see The Flaming Lips with one of my old coworkers and a gaggle of his friends. Should be fun, as, well, he’s funny and it’s a reasonably good band for what they do. I’m hoping we don’t get rained out; it is almost hurricane season, which means rain every day. I’ll just bring my umbrella and a tarp of sorts for sitting on the lawn at the amphitheater.
ETA: BioTigs: That is one amazing little boarding retreat. Our Sienna would be spoiled rotten if she got to stay there.
My sore throat is worse today. I can barely speak and since answering the phone is a large part of my job these days, that’s not so good. Maybe I’ll make everyone else sick too, since it’s more than allergy aftereffects after all. Not coming in isn’t an option at this time.
OMG, TGIF. It has been one long week here. Normally I like work and I don’t mind being here, but boy am I looking forward to a couple days away this week. I think I may take a random vacation day next week, just 'cause.
Have a great trip BioTigs! And rosie!
Glad you’re coworker’s ok BrainPasture.
Our taxes were done months ago and we got our federal refund right away. Still waiting on the MN refund, and we had to pay WI and NY. NY lost a couple pages of my paperwork… but of course not the check, which they deposited right away despite not having all my paperwork. :rolleyes:
Both the kitty and I are done with pills! Yay! She’s still got to get ear drops through Monday when we’ll see the vet again to determine whether her ear infection is well and truly gone. Hopefully that’ll be the end of it. It has not been a fun time for any of us.
I’ll admit that I skipped straight to the last page after reading the OP, just to see what kind of flame-fest it had degenerated into. The fact that it apparently hasn’t done so gives me a tiny spark of faith in humanity.
Congratulations, Lissla! I hope you and your husband are happy.
You talking about this thread? The closest an MMP gets to a flamefest is when we all pile on Swampy for TMI. Or maybe when you fail to hijack the single thread born to be hijacked.
I’ll take a picture of the Nerdmobile with flashing light before the deluge starts this weekend.
