Why don’t y’all call them on Friday, Swampy?
I had a great day yesterday! Saw some old friends.
Today I’m playing in a Canada Day concert, banging on a triangle.
flytrap these are all allegedly adults. After all one must be at least 55 years old to be a participant. I expect folks to be able to at least be bothered to turn in a dang timesheet in order to get paid. Rumor has it a new system will start up whereby time is reported daily via phone or teh intartoobz. I do not relish this idea at all. I mean, if a fax machine bamboozles 'em, I shudder to think what a phone or teh intartoobz might do. :eek:
Midget is bangin’ on a triangle a time honored Canada Day tradition? If it ain’t it ought to be just cause it sounds like fun. 
My mom just called and informed me, among other things, that my niece just got engaged. Not a huge surprise - she and the guy have been going together forever. They’re in no rush to get married, but I guess I need to plan on a wedding afghan. I’ve got a couple of really pretty patterns that I haven’t messed with because they’re ornate - perfect for a gift!
Stoopit July!
HVAC system has just been changed - from Heat to A/C for the first time this year. 
(I tend to leave it on Heat 'cause you sometimes get a cold night in April or May. I don’t think it’s working any harder being on Heat & not coming on than if it were in Off mode)
“Allowed” and “reality” sometimes differ. Especially for us part-time powder monkeys.
Interesting little tidbit -------- Washington as President and an older man was always of mixed emotions on the whole 4th thing. July 4th was also when he surrendered Fort Necessity and admitted to the assassination of the Sieur do Jumonville starting the French & Indian War. Kismet wasn’t George’s friend.
Today would be the birthday of one Big Fat Paulie, but he passed away from liver cancer in October. He and I were hired here at Technical Thingies about the same time, and over the last ten years of his life Paulie and I had some good times. I wouldn’t say he and I were best friends, but we were definitely on each other’s friends list (and I ain’t talking Facebook).
We had a funeral for him in October, and it was a typical Northern-type one (he was from Brooklyn originally, and never lost his accent) with lots of stories, booze, tears, booze, food and more booze. All in all, the best ending you could reasonably expect for a guy like him.
Today, though, it’s time to put away all of those good memories and start something really creepy. We’re having a birthday party for him. With balloons, and cake, and little presents that are going to be given out to everybody. And renting out a bar for a couple of hours after work. I am seriously considering getting into a car accident on the way there to avoid this creepfest.
**kopek **- I know about reality. I was just sayin’… 
I’ve finished decorating the planter and it’s back in the damp cabinet to fuse together and start drying. When it’s a little less sticky, I’ll take it out, put the 3 sections together, and make sure they’re all the same height. I know at least one part is out of kilter, but it’s no biggie - when the pieces are a bit stiffer, I can plane them till they’re even. Then they’ll finish drying in the open air before they’re fired.
Laundry is in and mostly put away. I don’t put away FCD’s shorts and T-shirts - I don’t know if there’s a method to his madness. It was 90° while I was out there - I broke a sweat and everything!!! :eek:
Supper will be fish, sauteed mushrooms, twice-baked N.O.T.s, and probably something green - maybe I’ll mix the mushrooms in with peas.
Gutter cleaner still hasn’t shown up to estimate - I guess I should have gotten a specific time. Oh well…
Sean, that is kinda creepy. I could see getting together and hoisting a few in his honor, but a party?? <shudder>
That’s how I feel. I do it with my cousins every now and then when we’re all together in honor of our grandfather or one of the uncles, but it’s never a dedicated birthday party. I’d be afraid that we’d raise them from the dead just so they can have another shot.
Although, Stephen King could probably make a few million off of this concept. “Sometimes They Come Back … To PAR-TAY!!!”
Howdy from da cave! The power went out back on my little slice of the orifice, but not for the whole buildin’. Go figure. Anywho bein’ as it’s 94 Amurrkin with a heat index of a hunnert, I was of no mind to sit in the dark and the heat in case the power came back on so I told [del]minion[/del] assistant that this would be a go home early day.
In a little while, Ima go to the pubic sto’ and get some spicy chikin wings cause they’re on sale. Wings, scalloped N.O. T., and green beans shall be dindin. I said this would be a no cook week but scalloped N.O.T. and green beans are nuttin’ to make so what the hey. Oh and ribs, chikin boobs, chikin laigs, and chikin thighs are outta da freezer to begin thawin’ for Firday’s feast.
Sean that pings my creep-o-meter as well. You need an excuse. “Gee, I’d really like to, but my toenail clipping team is having it’s annual mixer this evening and I’m in charge of the slip 'n slide.” Feel free to use it.
Is that an Amerindian dish?
If sliced up N.O.T. in a cheesey sauce is Amerindian then it is. 
Ok, change of dindin plans. OYKW called me a little bit ago and said he has a gnawin’ and a cravin’ for some chikin aig foo young. Thus he’s stoppin’ at the Chinese place down the road from da cave to pick up two orders. They do make a nummy aig foo young so that works for me.
Meanwhile I shall chill in my nice, cool cave.
“Waiting for an invitation to arrive
Goin’ to a party where no one’s still alive”
See y’all tomorrow.
“Scalped” was what clued me in.
Swampy, don’t you have any winders at irk or, ahem, is your orifice in the back a place where the sun don’t shine?
Sean, make sure you don’t get too much slip for your slide; the reviews make it sound dangerous! (Yeah, I know it was posted in the last MMP, but Swampy posts a link to Caleb every week!)
I was thinking about dinner and I got the brilliant idea to make bacon cheeseburgers and French fries from real NOTs. (The bacon would necessarily come from a turkey rather than a pig.) The sprog decided that he was having none of that and I told him that he could have whatever he wanted, as long as he made it. Fine, he said. He and Airman are having Mrs. Paul’s fish filets with frozen French fries that may or may not be made from a vegetable of some kind; who knows. Since I’m trying to lose some weight, this is right out. I’m having a turkey and stuffing Weight Watchers dinner with squash and maybe some Lima beans.
Anyway, work waits. My client is gettin’ ready to throw a bunch of stuff at me.
Busy, tiring day. Gonna go recline the night away. MWAH!!
Chikin’ aig foo young is et. ‘Twas good. OYKW is spendin’ the night but he’s sittin’ at the kitchen table goin’ through some irk paperirk stuff right now so I’m messin’ on teh intartoobz to stay out of his way.
Rockin’ you get stuff thrown at you for a livin’? Sounds kinda messy. Hope it pays well.
Sadly, it doesn’t pay as well as you’d think. But it is work.
Rockin’ none of us are ever paid enough. This is especially true of any irk that calls for dealin’ with shudder people! shudder
OYKW is through shufflin’ papers. We shall retire to the bedroom now to watch teevee and ummm… stuff.
Nitey Nite Y’all!