BooFae: UGH! I’d say “don’t kill him” but you don’t seem to be in a kill-the-idiot mood, which is good. Uhm… on the positive side, your new house will be more orderly!
Hank, remember to get your running shoes on before running away from that other idiot. And if you hit him over the head with something, make sure you’re wearing gloves and there’s no witnesses. Or security cameras. You’re welcome.
rigs, yes, we call it diéresis, it’s the one that’s both in Spanish and German. In Spanish there’s some groups of letters where the u would usually be mute: que, qui sound like ke, ki, but qua, quo sound kua kuo; gue, gui have mute "u"s that indicate the g is soft. It’s also used in poetry to indicate that a diptong should be broken. Guerra (war): the g is soft and the u is mute. Cigüeña (stork): still soft g but the u is pronounced. General (just what it looks like): the g is a j.
Ugh, I HATE feeling all emotional and sentimental. I actually started tearing up at church at random intervals - the people next to me probably thought I was having some intense religious experience, instead of feeling sorry for myself because of some jerk guy. :smack: I’m not feeling as terrible as I thought I would be, but at random moments it hits me, and my breath catches and my throat starts to burn and I’d probably burst into tears if I let it overwhelm me. Right now I’m just smacking myself for letting myself get so involved in this doomed excuse for a relationship. Thankfully Scottish Darling has been wonderful at keeping my mind off my self-indulgent sorrows, with ice cream and Johnny Depp movies.
Thanks for the good wishes, guys. I’ve decided not to pack up and leave just yet, it would unsettle the cats too much!
Hank, ice cream and trashy movies are definitely the order of the day. Sounds like you and I could both do with a little of that. That Guy is a waste of your time, take Nava’s advice and get those running shoes on.
I’m not exactly angry at 'im indoors, at the moment I’m feeling hurt and betrayed in a weird kind of way because I had always thought I could trust him and now it turns out he wasn’t truthful about something that he’s consistently maintained as true for the last eight years. I’m angry that he lied, but I’m not angry enough to want to lash out at him, and I’m angry also that when he told me it was a lie he laughed because I’d believed him for so long.
It also wasn’t exactly a major thing he lied about, it’s just the fact that he did it, that’s what gets to me.
Obviously I have to stay with him now, just so that he can suffer daily from my evil looks and pointed sarcastic jibes…or is that just too much effort?
Anyhoo, I’m not in prison and he’s not dead. That’s a result, right?
It’s raining - woo boy is it raining. We’re under a flood watch. Luckily, we’re on a hill, so as long as we don’t drive to a low area, we’re good.
First order of the day was to unload the kiln - overall, I’m pleased with this batch. Once it’s all glazed, I’ll post the requisite pics.
Gonna have some breakfast - prolly leftover pizza, then get to painting the ceiling in the bathroom before attacking all the trim moulding. I know, I know, I’m rubbing your collective noses in it. I don’t mean to stir up your envy…
Continuing hugs for BooFae, and Hank, if you’d like a party of angry ninjas to attack the jerk, let me know. I’ve got lots of angry ninjas.
We had a nacho party last night. It was a lot of fun. Attacks Husband and his Fiancee claimed it as their engagement party. They’ve got to assemble all sorts of proof that they’re in love, have met in person, she’s not just out to use him to emigrate to Canada etc. Now we have pics of them at our house partying. I’m sure it’ll convince the immigration guys.
Well, maybe not. Some of the photo documentation suggested is ridiculous. Goodness, does anyone really take pictures of all their dates?
Oh, dear. Hugs to BooFae and Haze.
Consider this: would you want to go out with the guy now, knowing that he cheats on his current GF? Something to ponder, Haze…
As for 'im indoors–men: can’t live with them; can’t kill 'em. I commiserate with you.
I went to church today. I am very on the fence re church. It was nice, but I am still on the fence. I just don’t feel anything. It’s like a radio station I can’t quite catch on my dial. Time was I taught Sunday school. Oh well–I’m sure God understands (if he exists–see?)
Beautiful day here! Sunny and warm…ish. Plan on doing some major weeding today. Oh, and grad school work. Ugh
G’mornin, all. Mr Rebo and I are moving a bit slow this morning. We had a good time! Even if he did beat me 5 out of 6 games of pool.
BooFae, I’m glad you’re not locked up, and there are no dead bodies. I hope y’all can get past this bump. It’s a pretty sucky thing to find out. Hugs for you!
Haze, I agree with everyone, there’s plenty of good guys out there for you.
FCM, have fun with your painting!
Mr Rebo is up in the attic hammering stuff - I bet his headache isn’t getting any better! No house stuff for me today. 'Cept maybe I might vacuum the living room. Gotta go grocery shopping, then go to my class with Robin Miller. Woo-hoo! And when I come home, Mr Rebo will have cooked dinner! He’s making Tex-Mex Brisket that has been marinating all night. It sounds tres yummy.
Very, very windy day here. Lots of rain and thunder and lightning last night.
Mr. SCL’s paycheck, which usually arrives on Thursday, still hasn’t arrived and we are broke. Plus, the stupid accountant never did call him back about when to pick up our taxes - I’m going to have to stand in line at the post office tomorrow, I just know it. I know this is hell season for accountants but don’t accept more work than you can do, ok? You’re not doing us any favors.
I am out of dry cat food so I had to give the cats canned food, which is going to make for stinky litter boxes.
On the upside I did put in a job application yesterday with an alarm company. A friend of mine works there - the pay is decent and the benefits are good, which is the most important thing for me. It has been far too long since I saw a doctor and I’ve never had a mammogram.
Hope everyone stays safe and dry.
BooFae, I’m glad you aren’t in jail. I think I woud have had at least an assault charge if someone lied to me for years and then laughed at me when I found out.
First coat of semi-gloss on the trim pieces. Guest bathroom ceiling painted. Third load in the washer, second in the dryer, first sitting next to me waiting to be folded. No chocolate in the house - what’s wrong with this picture??
It’s still raining - it’ll pour, then slack off, then start up again. Lovely day… :rolleyes:
Taking a break before putting the second coat on the trim. Good times.
BooFae and haze Hope all looks better for you on the male front pretty soon. We can be jerks, but deep down we’re pretty lovable.
We slept late because we were out late. Didn’t even start heading home until 1 AM. So breakfast was at 11:30, and I’ll start the chili later than I had planned at first.
Wife is already napping, and she’s been up and out of bed for all of 2 hours now.
CanineServant, everything copacetic down Raleigh way? I looked at my radar, and you’re under a big blob of red, and my radios are going nuts with storm warnings and tornado watches.
I went on my first rescue call today. I went out to find some stuff at the Hooterville store, and wound up on a fool’s errand. I started for home, and heard a page for an address just down the road; the house with the dogs that attack me whenever I go for bike ride. No one was taking the page, and I decided that I’d show up and wait until a crew did get there.
I introduced myself as their neighbor, said explicitely that I was not an EMT but I was part of the Rescue Squad and Fire Department, and that I was there just to be a presence until the ambulance showed up. Good thing, too, because one of the crew couldn’t lift so I got to help put the old guy on the gurney and wheel him out.
Come Tuesday, I’m gonna get either an attaboy or a butt chewin’ for this.
I had to stop reading at the bottom of page 5 and say WTF?!?!?!?
Didn’t I host only just a few weeks ago? I hope someone else will or has already stepped up because I go nothing!
The drive home wasn’t bad - only 3 hours (usually takes about 2 unless there’s traffic (and there’s alwyas traffic) But all there was today was rain. Lots and lots and lots of it. We left Philly around 8:30, and I was home and sound asleep by 1pm (after dropping my friend off)
We didn’t win anything again this year, altho we did get higher marks in 2 categories (which means our efforts show) I could do a whole dissertation on why I think we’ll never get better than we are now, but we have do have fun, and we all enjoy what we do. I got over being disappointed years ago. The choruses that win are really damn good (we don’t have any Sanjays or whatever t.f. his name is on American Idol)
Do you all really want me to host tomorrow morning? :dubious:
Heck, all you need to do is regale us with a kindergarten memory. Or the story of getting your driver’s license. Or a bad date. Or the time your laundry all came out pink…
y’all think I write that well?
or is it really you’ll read just about anything to avoid paying bills?
Okay, I accept. It might be posted at something like 3am, but it’ll be there. I’ll tell you all about my weekend - but pictures will have to wait? Why? Tune in to the new MMP to find out.
Thank you, Nava.
Everybody have a good Sunday.
y’all think I write that well?