I’m up and caffeinating, Today is laundry day, and a visit to the dog park.
Congrats on the house, ems. You’ll never have to think of what to do on any more of your weekends and vacation days.
BooFae its like that for me when I take a day off. Takes three or four days to clear the backlog of emails and faxes.
I forgot to say- on Saturday a telemarketer from my bank phoned, offering me life insurance, so that in the event of my death Mr. Lissar will receive $100,000. I listened patiently to the spiel, and at the end, said, “I’m not interested, thank you.”
“We’re interested in our clients’ feedback. Why do you feel this is not for you?”
“Because my husband doesn’t need any more incentive to push me down the stairs. Thank you.” and I hung up.
The friend on the couch across from my collapsed in giggles, and Mr. Lissar, who was sitting next to me, said, “Lissla! What did you just DO? The police are going to be here in minutes!”
I was very proud of myself. I’ve always wanted to say something like that. Several people I know have briefly worked telemarketing or phone-survey jobs, and I think I probably gave her something to talk about for the rest of the day. Brightened it up. 
I wonder when my houseguest will be arriving. It would be nice to know. :rolleyes:
Mostly skimmed the thread this morning; appropriate grunts, whistles and :eek:s all around.
Last night, my older brother (the one who’s moving) came over for dinner. Stopped at the supermarket for salad makings and milk and gatorade (it’s been a bit warm and dry lately), and came home to start prep work on the foods. We had steak, baked N.O.T.s, and a green salad for dinner. It was very good, but I was so tired from work and not getting enough sleep that I had to make myself a cup of Godiva coffee. When you add milk, that stuff tastes more like caffeinated hot chocolate than coffee. MMMMmmmmm. I barely got to bed, and sleep was a bit fitful because of the coffee and my nervousness.
Apparently on Saturday I’ve been volunteered to help the brother pack. I haven’t finished packing my own things and I leave two weeks before he does. :rolleyes: I will, however, be a good daughter and little sister and go help pack his breakables. Let’s hope this means I have enough time between now and Sunday to do laundry and pack the rest of my clothes, knick-knacks and toiletries.
Somehow I’ve managed to give myself a paper cut on my wrist. :smack: How do I manage this?
Coffee good.
S’posed to be a gorgeous day today, hitting somewhere around 22°C (~72°F) today. Loverly! I won’t be needing my jacket on the way home today – or for the rest of the day as far as that goes.
On the Technology Hates Me And Wants Me To Die front, 'member that overpriced and underpowered power supply I had to buy a little over two weeks ago to replace the expensive one that burned out? Yeah, even the phrase “You Get What You Pay For” is shaking its head in disbelief. MindWife reported yesterday afternoon that the computer spontaneously shut off, even though there didn’t seem to be a power failure. I thought that perhaps it was just a flicker, since my PC is set to remain off during a power outage (it saves the circuits from surging due to drastic fluctuation in current) so I left it at that. She also complained of a mild and unidentifiable burning smell, but it wasn’t there when I got home. Later that night, on my evening coffee run, she called my cell and complained of the same thing, so I had her leave it 'til I got back and checked it out when I did. That cheap-ass power supply was hotter 'n Satan’s bunghole. I could almost hear Trogdor padding around inside shouting, “I burning your wires!” Both - not just one but both of the fans were gone in it, the 80mm exhaust and the 120mm intake. And guess what? I lost the receipt! Go me! I mean, I know it was just a temporary PSU and all, but “temporary” usually means “for a few months,” not “two weeks and three days.” Stoopit moronic cheap crap. $60 that thing cost, and I paid it on the grounds that even a cheap brand-named PSU in a shrinkwrapped retail box would be better than the little $30 jobbies you get bare from mom 'n pop computer shops. Ha!
So I gotta come up with some money (read: beg and borrow) to buy a (good) PSU today.
LiLi - Ha! I love creative answers to telemarketers. It’s not abrupt or mean but it gets your point across just the same. Plus, if they have a sense of humour it might have given them a chuckle in an otherwise thoroughly humourless job.
Nava - No matter how many times I learn to just roll my eyes at the abject maroonicy of the corporate body, they always seem to be capable of actively looking for and finding wonderful new and uncharted levels of bureaucracy wrapped in stupidity that just makes me sit there, mouth agape, wondering how it is still possible for a body to function whose collective brain is in a perpetual state of strangling itself with its own ganglia.
Poochslave - Try and stay out of the sun. The less you look like red meat, the better.
Gleena - A bat? Like, actually killed by it, or contracted rabies or something from it?
Snakes - AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Getitaway getitaway getitaway GEDDIDDAWAY!
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Just for you Mindude.
Mork, it was two spiders, what if the mated and laid eggs in the kid’s head?
Gahh! Gahhhh!
Aargh!
Spiders!
Okay, I’m better now. And I’ve found out the Other Quasi-Daughter will be arriving at the bus station at two, so I formally give myself permission to goof off today. I’m going to laze around the house, go to Mass, trot downtown and stroll through the mall, and then meet her and go out for lunch. Pho. Yum.
And it’s warm and sunny today. Everything is perfect right now.
Ha! I knew I was forgetting something! Happy Nurse Appreciation week to Mr.ACBG, too - MMP cool kid<tm> via Swampy. 
Swampy - Now see, that thing is kinda cute. (Of all the spiders, I actually find tarantulas the least squicky – I think it’s all the fur.) But then that’s probably just because I know it’s a stuffed animal.
Doggy - You. are. NOT. HELPING.
Gjyaaah!
Hurr.
Hmmph.
Bleargh.
:: glare ::
Mork, perhaps you’d find this young lady a bit more acceptable? She’s kind of furry but obviously not stuffed and she lives at my local zoo so no chance you’d run into her unexpectedly!
I just went and looked at the MADs pics. I’m curious… when did BioTigs get a haircut? Did I miss sump’n? Was it just before the pic was taken cause I hadn’t noticed before. 
Goodness y’all are spidery this morning.
Hey all.
Got out of the hospital last night and am doing fine.
Now I’m gong to dope myself up and sleep.
:the itsy bitsy spider went through the MMP
down come 'a swampy and said it’s too hair-ee
out came the sun and dried up all the rain
then the itsy bitsy spider went out to scare again"
:eek:
:eek:
{{{{{{**rigs, picu, ACBG}}}}}} Y’all do good things.
I am finding the spider in the ear story a tad :dubious: Sorta along the lines of the inhaling them while you sleep myth
BTW, is the whole spider thing one of those “Secrets” coinkeedinks???
Just got reminded that the storm that LOOKs like a hurricane off the coast, is a horse of a different color. Wind, rain, etc., but NOT a hurricane.
Hey, y’all.
It’s been a rough bunch of days. I took VWife to the ER Sunday night for what turned out to be fluid in her chest, which is most likely her lupus acting up.
I’m still way pissed at Norfolk General, but the ER trip added to the fire. More X-rays were taken Sunday at a different hospital, and no one ther could see any fractured ribs. 
Her right foot was acting up, too, and they found nothing. The oral report from the ER Doc said the reports didn’t say anything was broken. :mad:
So, yesterday, I took the day off and ran her to the followup doctor’s appointments. At the regular MD office, the physician’s assistant found in writing the original diagnosis of the fractured ribs, and they were described as cracked.
OK, fine. We’re not imagining things after all, and she’s not out to scam doctors for Percocet prescriptions.
So this morning, I took more time off to get the rental car, and on the way there she got a call from horsepistol #2 that she DOES have a broken metatarsal. :smack:
There’s a whole roomfull of medical people that I’d like to have flogged all at once.
Sorry to hear about all the medical trouble you and VunderWife are having, bobbio. Hope it gets straightened out soon.
Welby, come back and tell us why you were in the hospital!
Nava, the work-related frustrations you describe sound awfully familiar. Do you work here??
I had a squirrelly visitor this morning. I was sitting on our balcony (the one on our 3rd floor apartment!) when I see a gray squirrel climbing up the side of the building. He’s come onto our porch before but never when we’ve been outside. He saw me but decided to walk along the edge on the outside of the rail. When he got part way across the porch, he decided to chatter/yell at me for being on the porch! I responded, “Hey, this is MY porch!” At which he turned around, walked a couple steps, peed, and then sauntered off. Cheeky little bastard.
Let’s all take a trip and help VBob flog the hospital folks. I’m sure he doesn’t actually need our help, but I think it might be therapeutic to do so anyway.
I bought new earrings this weekend, a set of five pairs of oval semi-precious studs set in sterling silver. I have two holes in my left ear and five in my right, so I am wearing all but three of the earrings right now. I have them arranged in visible spectrum order in the right ear, going down from the top, as close as I could get–garnet, citrine, peridot, blue topaz, amethyst. The left ear only has room for the blue topaz and amethyst. Apparently this arrangement makes me a nerd.
What a hospitaler MMP! Nurses’ Week, VWife in the hospital, welby in the hospital…
please don’t give me any bugs, ok, I’ve got to go home next week and do my taxes!
The webpage of my Spanish bank has a “mailbox” which includes being able to email “your” bank office. I mailed asking about my mortgage, which didn’t show up under loans, and now it does. So this time I’m waiting until I’ve done my taxes and found out how much Uncle Sanchico is taking off my piggy bank before I do it, but from now on I’ll be able to sling money into my principal from the webpage. It’s so nice when things work! I thanked the guys at the office in the same mail where I told them I’ll be there next week for my taxes.