Well, as they say, it’s getting better all the time. I mean, there’s been huge improvements - the fact that there’s old person homes is a big deal. But we have to educate the people, and I just don’t think that generation is willing to be taught.
Driveby… busy weekend!
**Mork **-- ouch! 
Hope you leg keeps getting better.
**Meeks **-- that’s awful :mad:
I have little sympathy for drug addicts – nobody put guns to their heads and forced them into it. I think this little shit needs to get his ass chewed out, but good.
Unfortunately, another side effect of atheism is the inability to believe in everyone getting their just deserts in the end…
**Rigs **-- sorry you had to put up with that patient. People can be nice to the staff even at the worst of times. And I’ve found that, for some reason, you get better reaction from staff when you’re nice to them! Maybe those people should try this novel approach. sometime… :rolleyes:
**Boo **-- yay for no more TK! 
**Ivory **-- ouch! :eek:
Turned into less than a driveby than I thought, and I still have to wave to **Roo **(or she’ll kick my ass! :p) – and I feel like saying “hi!” to **Haze **and **Flutter **as well, just because.
And **Nava **too.
All the rest of ya – boos, yays etc… as appropriate!
Going to the bank. Here’s hoping I don’t get run over (no car today).
Meeks- that is really rough. How hard it must be to be at a distance and watching this unfold…
Mork- ouch on the leg! MMPers- let’s be careful out there!
Achod- hey, thanks for stopping by!
Roo- wait… where’s Roo?
Off in about an hour–
picked out my concert outfit- dark jeans, high heeled boots, and a lacy tunic top in black. It’s been a verrrry long time since I’ve been to a big concert, so I am mighty excited.
Husband made dinner reservations at Tom Choliccio’s (spelling?) new place at the casino. I am mighty excited for that too.
Plus he reserved a room at a nearby hotel with a jacuzzi in the room. I love my bubbling hot water. 
Should be a very nice get away… If you don’t hear from me, I decided to run away from home… 
The Geography of Bliss. It’s by an NPR correspondent who went around the world looking for the happiest - and unhappiest - locales. India’s generally pretty happy, despite the poverty in some area and despite the growing split between rich and poor. It’s an interesting read, in large part because I liked the author’s sense of humor.
It’s an oddly busy Firday here. And I still haven’t found the problem with the forecast. Stupid forecast.
FCM, I sort of wondered yesterday when you said your SIL was supposed to mud the screw holes if it’d get done. It seems like he hasn’t really proven himself to be terribly responsible yet. Hope it gets better or living together’s going to get really old really fast!
Note to Schaaf Bakeries: Butterscotch pudding is not caramel, no matter how much you try to make it look like caramel.
I should have known better though. Very few items you buy in a supermarket that claim to contain caramel actually contain caramel. It’s usually some watered-down artificially flavoured bronze-coloured goop.
Nooner/Smartie/Spuds - It seems to be getting better by turns – or the lack of them, that is. It’s stiff if it’s been sitting for a while but I can walk it off pretty quick and even achieve a shuffling gait with the right knee bend! (I’m trying to be optimistic here…)
Mika - It did indeed hurt like the dickens, but it’s actually feeling better a lot quicker than I expected. I’m still mobile anyway; I’d be driven absolutely batty if I wasn’t able to walk.
BooFae - So essentially, an exit interview is your chance to do them the favour of telling them what you did and didn’t like about the job so they can maybe improve things down the road despite the fact that you won’t be there and couldn’t give a pair of fetid dingo’s kidneys at that point, then? Although I don’t suppose you want to be too critical lest it effect the company’s utility to you as an employment reference.
Okay, N.O.L. time! Today it’s pho. Lee Fresh Rice Stick with Tom Yum Kung. I don’t know who this Tom fellow is, but he clearly knows how to party. This seems to be a hot & sour concoction, with very prominent lemongrass flavouring laced with several hundred Scoville units worth of chili pepper. Dat’s-a spicy pho! No kiddin’, this ain’t for a weak palate. Everything the broth touches will burn warmly. It’s awesome! I should have this for breakfast instead of coffee, 'cos dayum, this stuff will give you a proper eye-opening.
I’m finding that even in a bigger city, the professional community is still small. Everyone in my industry knows each other, and it’s an incredibly incestuous industry in that when one person moves to a new company, they take their friends with them. So most of our web team came from one company, our CEO and a few others came from another, and my boss and his boss came from the same place. Now a couple people who’ve left went to the same place (the same one the web folks came from, ironically). So even in a larger city, burning bridges is a BAD idea because you’re probably going to be working with some of the same people again in the future at some point. Unless you totally start over in a new field.
Did you get it from The Pho King?
The Pho King supermarket. Paid with my own Pho King money. I was gonna use debit, but then I thought, Phukket…
Oh, and whomever is sending all those healing thoughts – keep it up, 'cos my calf muscle seems to be healing by the minute. At lunch now I was almost able to take a full step. Not quite, but close.
Woohoo!
jumps for joy
Ow.
::waves hi to all::
Happy Firday!
too much to even skim - please forgive me
Last night the humidititity finally went away, and with the house fan on, my room was nice and cool - snuggling under the comforter cool. I almost slept thru the alarm it was so nice.
Laterz
Rest it, and use a heat pad on low. I also recommend beer for its analgesic properties.
Do you have a wench to bring the beer to you?
I’ll volunteer to be the wench. Mindy’s cute.
MinDude glad the leg’s feelin’ better. I second BBBobbio’s ‘script for a heatin’ pad and beer. Pho King Market. Snerk
mika sorry about your aunt. Like you said though, is she won’t do what she could to make things better, well, at least it sounds like some of the family has done their best. Still stinks though.
Special1 bad people gettin’ their just desserts transcends theism. Let’s just say, sometimes nature does have it’s way of gettin’ even.
Rebo today’s Feud is a hoot! Ima giggle the rest of the day thinkin’ about “Chuckles The Clown.” For those of you who are not Amurrkins or are of the younger generation of Amurrkins and are not familiar with the very funny and brilliant 70s sitcom The Mary Tyler Moore Show, CTC was an episode in which Chuckles dies in a circus parade. He went dressed as one of his many clown personalities (Peter Peanut) and was shelled to death by a rogue elephant. The show consisted of a lot of cracks (heh!) about how Chuckles died and with Mary bein’ all indignent about how others were actin’ until the funeral when she cracked (heh!) up. Ok, ya gotta see it to appreciate it, but it’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.
I’m through work! YAY!!! Actually have been for a couple of hours. I decided to reward myself with a refreshin’ dip in the pool. Refreshin’ it was too! It has not been as hot as usual the past few days and I can tell the difference in the water temperature. It feels like a pool and not a bath tub.
Home now. Showered and changed and dressed. We’re going out to do our weekly shopping, and maybe look for an ergonomic bike seat for me, cause no matter how much I bike, MY BUTT STILL HURTS.
Oh, and because I forgot earlier, a poem for today:
This much I remember
That we met
I don’t remember anything after
Nor what we spoke of
Itna tho yaad hai mujhe
Ki unse mulakaat hui
Badme jaane kya hua
Na jaane kya baat hui
Thanks!
HEE! Thanks Rebo! Made my day.
Ok, remember how I said tonight would be leftovers. Well… leftovers turned into grilled chicken, those Freakin’ Good N.O.T., asparagus and cheesy bread. I got a hankerin’ to cook.
That is all.
If you haven’t done so yet, run, do not walk, to see Dark Knight. I am not a great film enthusiast, and I thought it is a masterpiece (especially Heath Ledger’s performance)
We just finished chowin’ down an early supper. I have the dishwasher loaded and ready to do its thing when we go to bed. Both of us are stuffded. It’s also gotten really hyooooooomid outside. Sheesh! I’m thinkin’ a dip in le pool would be a good cool down thing.
Rant ahead.
Daughter’s interview was a waste of time. They called her in for a Pre-K Para-Educator. Translation: assistant babysitter for 3-4y/o kids. :eek: She was really bummed and came home and called the board of ed - they had no idea that she’d been called in for that interview. They told her only 2 of the 17 elementary schools were still hiring, so she sent emails to those principals. One is the worst school in the county - the other isn’t too bad. Both are at least 20 miles away.
She tried to apply at another county, but their website was hosed. Since it’s the same county where I work, I’m going to take her resume with me, and I’ll call that board of ed first thing on Monday. If necessary, I’ll carry her resume to the schools. They don’t pay as much, and it’ll be a longer drive, but if they’re hiring, it’ll beat waiting tables. Anyway, she’s back at camp now.
SIL is on the Shit List. First, there was the lawn mowing fiasco on Weds (he said he’d do it in the morning, then he left me a note and said he’d do it Thurs - I did it Weds PM) Then he was going to do mudding on Thurs - he did, for about 15 minutes, then quit. He said he’d finish it today - but he worked, I’m guessing, another 15 minutes, then quit because his back hurt. :rolleyes: He wasn’t here when I got home. He hadn’t finished either the bedroom or the closet, and he didn’t even start in the bathroom.
So I spent about 40 minutes doing what he was supposed to have done for the last 2 days, then I was able to start what I’d intended to start yesterday. Needless to say, I didn’t get nearly as much done as I wanted to.
He’s at work and isn’t due back till after 9, but we’re going to have to talk with him. He’s really starting to piss me off big time. What’s worse, if I can’t count on him, how can I believe that my daughter can count on him? And that pisses me off more than anything.
GRRRRRRRR.
OK, I’ll read the thread now and cool down. I hope. grrrrrrrrr