He really needs diapers.
Trying to get brain booted up to go get hair done. Would help a lot if my entire body didn’t hurt (feels like flu-like achies), and I’m probably going to have to heavily caffeinate today to avoid falling asleep at a bad time, thanks to medication side effects. According to Wikipedia articles, the antiobiotic is the probable culprit. It also gives me chills. Great.
Happy Thorsday!
Going to be another warm day
I have to remember to put the Moso bags out.
I woke up at 3:30 am, and figured since I was up I may as well do something, so I hit the wash button on the dishwasher, did another load of laundry, swept the kitchen floor, got my new prescriptions lined up, filed some papers, and put out the recycling.
MetalMouse - 15 hour flight? I know people do them, but better you than me.
Nettie - are you taking Augmentin? That stuff is brutal, worse than what it was supposed to cure.
Amazon jargon. Someone way back when decided that someone doing it fast looked like a water-spider moving around a branch dipping into a stream. At least that is what we were told. Like “andon” and some of our other terms it seems to have started with the Japanese and just migrated to The Jungle from there.
I do. I have an official “take that task and shove it” for WS when I want to use it. My doctor gave me a long explanation for it once but the short version is because of the damage to my diaphragm raised arms screw with my breathing which jacks my heart and BP; one of the reasons I don’t run ape-hangers on my bikes or flyfish as much as I used to. I’ve learned over the years just how much/long I can keep my arms raised and be fine. Like any other medical thing after so long you just learn how to live with it and work around it.
No, nitrofurantoin (I got the generic).
Well, I finally got something to do. It took about an hour. Now I’ve got nothing. But it’s lunch time, so there’s that. 
Nose?
Vinny Barbarino is a Mumper?!?!?!
But this is the MMP, where Swampy’s bacon-cooking attire is a semi-regular discussion topic; we have no TMI topics here. :eek:
Whoever worked on my car yesterday is a smoker. Yeeech.
HUSH!! That way lies madness… MADNESS, I say!!
<reaching for the brain-bleach> You had to bring that up again, huh? 
Em, that happened to me with my old, grey S10. Whoever broke in attempted to take off the aftermarket tachometer then said “screw it”, rifled through a change of clothes I had on the passenger seat and left without taking anything.
{{{gotti and DH}}}
Keeping my fingers crossed for your hubby, nettie
Kind of a meh day today. Friday can’t come soon enough.
Somebody stole my truck once. I found it and got it back before the police ever did. The bitch (I found out it was some girl in the neighborhood, but nobody would tell me who) reprogrammed all my radios stations to rap music.
That pissed me off all most as much as the little bitch taking it.
I’m really trying to be nice. I really really am, and maybe I let things piss me off that I shouldn’t.
Anyway, can I tell y’all another crazy white bitch story?
This is why I don’t like altercations with my neighbors.
Back when I lived in the city, one day I found a beer bottle in my front yard. This went on for several days and I finally saw it was some guy from way down the road was walkoh down the sidewalk everyday. He was always drinking a beer, and he always finished at my house and threw the bottle in my yard.
I don’t take too well to people throwing their trash in my yard (or anything else for that matter which is another crazy white bitch story involving a Jamaican drug lord whose gun ended up in my yard).
To say I was pissed would be an understatement.
So one day, the jerk comes strolling by and throws the bottle which lands just a few feet from me. So now, not only is he throwing trash in MY yard, but he had the nerve to do it* in front of me*, and could have hit me with it.
I swear, I do not remember picking up that bottle.
All I know is that the bottle is heading for the back of his head. It must have been the adrenaline, because I have the most limp-wristed, throw like a girl, couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn aim out there.
I remember thinking, I wonder if I can get arrested for this, I’d better be prepared to run and grab that bottle because my fingerprints are on it.
The bottle missed his head, but he must have felt it blow by his ear, because he whipped around and before he could say a word, I said,‘Throw another bottle in my yard, motherfucker, and you’ll be pulling the shards out of your ass’.
He spun around and hurried away, and I never had another beer bottle in my yard.
Anyway, what led up to this is… I had to go out and get the goofy dog. Sometimes he gets stuck behind the door and we have to go out and guide him in.
I have cigarette butts all over the side yard. The neighbor stands out on his deck and I guess is flicking the butts this way and I am PISSED.
Why do people have to be such rude assholes?
I don’t know if I should wait until I see him and ask him to please stop. Pick them up and throw them over the fence. Bitch to the landlord. Start throwing my trash over the fence.
To me, these things should not even be an issue. People should mind their own business and stay on their own damn side of the fence.
Jesus, you’re tough.
I collected them and tossed them into his front yard.
I tossed them into the bed of his truck.
I stuck one behind the outside mirror.
It eventually stopped.
Not tough, just crazy temper.
So you had the same problem once?
One know case of flipping a butt over the wall of his back porch, the rest being cigarette butts in out driveway. I think his brother was dumping his ashtray and they ran downhill.
There would sometimes be a butt of a variety Mrs. Plant (v.3.0) didn’t smoke, and I wondered of someone had the house staked out. Upon finding them a dozen at a time, I thought it may be a dumped ashtray.
Home. YAY!
About an hour after lunch, Jason gave me some stuff to do. At 2:30-ish, my boss showed up and said “What are you doing??” I said “I’m doing an installation drawing for Jason!” Boss had a handful of drawings and another engineer in tow. He wanted me to do a pile of redline corrections. I said “I’ll get them on Monday.”
I wanted to say “Where were you this morning, asshole?” But I didn’t, because I’m nice, dammit! 
Four anna half days to go.
The work week is done. Tomorrow, I’m going to rake out my gardens. With luck, I’ll get sleep and get over my cold this weekend.
Howdy Y’all! Another day of irk survived. YAY! Sammiches are on the menu for dindin tonight and as I post I am awaitin’ the arrival and installation of a new washer and dryer. Tell me I don’t know how to live!
Swampy congrats on the new arrivals.
I am sitting with dog in lap perusing the interwebs. I did laundry and various other things yesterday. Today I shall be grocery shopping for din din food. Also half n’ half, which I must have for my coffee. And I must have my coffee.
Sari Cigarette butts, bleah. First offense, they go back over the wall. Second offense, call the landlord.
When we moved into this place, the previous owners left for us a kitchen garbage can (tall) full of cigarette butts. Apparently they could put them all in the same place, but putting them in the actual trash was too much effort. :mad:
One house we bought had been owned by a cigar smoker. He didn’t leave butts behind, but the reek was in the carpets, the drapes, and probably the cabinetry. ick. The ceilings were literally yellowed from the smoke. It took us months to de-stink the place - by replacing curtains and carpets and painting everything. No wonder his wife had potpourri all over the place!
In this house, the previous owners left us ELEVEN garbage cans. Most were full. Nice, huh? They didn’t have trash collection nor did they go to the convenience center - they burned their trash in the yard. I found one burn pile with remnants of light bulbs and a window shade roller. We gave 4 of the trash cans to my mom, threw a few away because they were in rough shape, and we’re still using 4 of them. At least they weren’t smokers, but they did hoard condiments from take-out and fast food places. There was literally a bucketful in the garage fridge. No telling how ancient some of them were.
The world is full of weird folkses…
It is now after six p.m. and I do not have my new washer and dryer. I will admit that I am in no way in a state of shock. However, they best show up this evenin’. Last time that happened da bear was in a most unhappy state. Sears will not like me in my most unhappy state. I can give them the name of a furniture store that has dealt with me in my most unhappy state as a reference if they like.
In other news, I am takin’ off half a day tomorrow to go over to the church house to commence preparation for our St. Patrick’s Day celebration on Sattidy. Yeah yeah I know, but we do the celebration on the Sattidy before March 17th, unless SPD falls on a Sattidy or on Firday. No I don’t know why, it just is. Always a fun time though.
(grump) Hair didn’t come out all all how I had in mind (couldn’t tell until I got home), but it’s copeable. Blowing off class tonight due to med side effects and a need to prep for that internship fair tomorrow.
Sears need not fear da bear in a most unhappy state. My new washer and dryer are here! Rejoice!
Nettie sorry the new do didn’t do. Glad you feel like the do is doable, however.