On hold again with “Brad” whose accent doesn’t sound like any “Brad” I’ve ever known… 7 minutes and counting… We may need to ready the Sri Lankan Spiders.
They are polishing their tiny jump boots even as we post.
It’s a lot of boots.
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OK, the cell phone is working correctly now. So I’m on hold with Metrocast to stop our phone service and have our modem switched out. I’ve spent my afternoon on hold…
When I leave irk in a bit, Ima go get a haircut. OYKW will meet me there cause he wants a haircut as well. We go to Dixie Dos (pronounced dooz) cause they do haircuts for eight bucks. Takes all of maybe ten minutes for each of us to get a haircut bein’ as it’s buzz the haid and trim around the neck and ears aka, mowin’ and edgin’. 
After that we’re goin’ to Chili’s for dindin bein’ as I have a bday gift card from there.
Yep, we know how to live it up!
ETA: Don’t think I’ve mentioned this but I’m takin’ tomorrow off just cause I can and I want me a day off. I’ll probably mow. It’s life on the edge I tells ya!
I had Chilis for N.O.L., a frozen dinner. It was horrible and I’ll never buy it again. Spicy chicken alfredo or something like that. I like spicy food but this was inedible.
Sah-dog has settled down a bit, I gave him some benadryl.
I’ve written up instructions for Sah-son for while I am gone, and made a list of what I need to pack. I think I may need two tote bags.
I’m waiting for the mortgage company to send me my paper irk so I can sign it and get it back to them.
I slept through the night the last THREE nights in a row. If I woke up, I don’t remember: probably sipped some water, perhaps got up to pee, and if so, apparently conked right back out. I feel like I won the lottery or something.
Oh, I know what I won: consecutive decent nights’ sleep.
- shakes, kisses, and rolls dice * I’m going for four.
The last couple of weeks, my bladder has wakened me around 3-ish. Luckily, I fall back to sleep till the idiot dog wakes me up. I can’t wait for my cruise to see how much sleep I get.
Supper will be parmesan-crusted chickie tit slices, broccoli, and twice-baked N.O.T.s with apple cake for dessert. The chickie is smelling very yum - I’s getting hongree!!
It’s overcast and looks like it wants to rain, but there’s nothing on weather radar, so I guess it’s just clouds. Temps tonight are supposed to drop into the 50s again -yay!! House has been open all day, and I’m loving it!
Howdy Y’all! Home, shorn and fed. We both had Chili’s bbq bacon burger with onion strings. ‘Twas good but IMO kindy pricey, which is what I think Chili’s is anyway. Anywho, we wasted most of the gift card and what’s left might cover the cost of one N.O.L. there and since OYKW does like Chili’s he has the card to go get him N.O.L. there when the gnawin’ and cravin’ hits him. I’m so nice dammit!
That’s the big news from swampland.
What does it mean, “onion strings”?
it’s Yiddish
Ah.
Is it some yummy central European recipe, or some nasty thing made with aged gefilte fish and stale matzoh?
I’m about to head out the door to see Rifftrax Live mock the Matthew Broderick Godzilla (aka “human pregnancy tests work on reptiles!”). Don’t tear the place up too bad while I’m out.
It’s raining!! And the sun is out! But mostly it’s nice and cool, so yay! Supper was OK - apple cake a little later. Knittage shall ensue.
MWAH!
It’s breaded and fried pieces of onion. For all I know stale gelifte fish and stale matzon could be in the breadin’.
And on that note I shall now retire to the bedroom to watch teevee until sleepy time.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
Onion strings? Abe Simpson used them to tie an onion to his belt as it was the fashion at the time.
But really, picture onion rings, but sliced about as thin as spaghetti. When fried, they tend to coalesce into a lump, rather than staying separate.
Just saw a silly commercial that referenced lasers - when did “Pew! Pew!” become the sound of lasers?
I dunno, Star Trek perhaps.
A barbecue joint that is no longer in business-Curly’s, perhaps-had an “onion loaf”; the whole onion sliced and wadded into a ball and breaded.
Cleaned the kitchen, and hit the grocery store. Making sesame wasbi perch ,with soba noodles with dipping sauce.
Sounds like an Iron Chef challenge
Hey, I use coasters. And I’m watch MST3K on netflix tonight. ;0
Bummer.
It seems that the cause of my itching and low grade jaundice is an occluded bile duct. More surgery in the immediate future for me, but this one would most likely be same day grade.
I will know more after I talk to my surgeon tomorrow, whether he does it or a buddy of his, and how soon. If I wait more than a week or so, I’ll be yellow again.
Some people and I use the term people loosely need to learn how to close a door.
It’s times like this that I wish my father were still around because he knew how to teach somebody to close a door and you’d get your ass whupped if it took too long.
Obviously the male half was raised in a barn by a woman of ill repute, he has no manners, and he does not know how to close a door.
How hard is it to turn the knob, ease the door shut, release the knob, hear the click, and then give the door a gentle push to make sure it is latched?
Instead I get serenaded with slam, slam, slam SLAM!!! Loud enough that people I am talking to on the phone can hear it.
He’s supposed to be so damn smart but he doesn’t even know how to shut a door.
My father were alive he’d make him stand there and open and shut the door over and over until he learned to do it correctly.
My father worked a lot of doubles, triples and swing shifts - we learned at a young age how to be quiet. If daddy was home he was probably sleeping and you did not want to be the one to wake him.
Do I sound irritated? I am irritated.
I got my mortgage package at 4pm. The mortgage guy wanted it back tonight. HA! I’m leaving tomorrow and he is leaving Saturday so the work needs to get processed.
The contract is 38 pages, my computer ran out of ink at page 30. I tried my other printer and it is also out of ink. It’s now 5pm and I have to log into work at 6pm and I am in no way in any condition to go out in public, not even to walmart. I don’t have time to shower and dress so I ask Sah-son to go with me and I’ll drop him off and he can run in. That idea goes over like a lead balloon but finally he agrees. I wrote on a piece of paper what I needed but I wrote the wrong numbers. I need black ink - and knowing how fucked up printers are - I also wanted color ink. The two numbers I wrote were for two different black ink cartridges, one regular, one long lasting. So I make it home with 10 minutes to spare and the damn printer won’t print. It just prints blank pages over and over. I had back to back calls at irk tonight so no time to play with the printer. Finally I get a chance to play with it, NOW it tells me I’m out of one of the colors and even though I am printing black and white documents I still have to have color ink. HMMM I wonder if the other black ink cartridge will fit in the blue cartridge spot???
I haven’t packed, and my friend wants me to her house by 11am - it is not going to happen. I am so frustrated and stressed trying to get everything done and I don’t want to piss her off but there is just no way in hell I am getting out of here at 10:30 tomorrow morning. I have to irk 8:30 - 10:30. I will not be ready that early.
So now the plan is to get up early and be to office depot when they open at 7am to get the ink I need and hopefully get everything printed, signed, scanned and sent.
I suppose I should pack but I’m too aggravated to do anything more than bitch.
Damn BBBobbio it never ends does it
The way things are going I am going to have to go back for more surgery too. I’m getting damn fed up with non-stop bleeding. I know TMI but at least it isn’t as bad as before but dammit I’m tired of it. Just one more aggravation.
I swear the damn dog better sleep tonight.
Told ya to get a zipper put in.
Hope it’s less crappy than the last 2 surgeries.