Yeah, me, too, but all the medical sites I checked say, no, it isn’t so. But don’t scratch it anyway because you don’t want it to get infected. Oh, but do be sure to wash all clothing and clean all equipment that may have been exposed because it’s the urushiol oil from the plant that causes the rash and it can stay on stuff for a long time.
So, I came home from irk and there was a message on my machine to call about a job. I will probably return it just to be polite. Okay, and I am curious also.
Still feel like a less-than-body-temperature turd, even after a good long nap.
Didn’t read. Must dash. Too busy these past few days. No internet time–a crime.
Had horrible, no good, very bad day at RN job yesterday. Don’t believe me? I cried at work for the first time in 10 years. Wanted only to come home to jammies and ST. Got call in car on way home: #1 son’s HS radio banquet was starting in 20 minutes. Drove like maniac, changed into skirt, hose etc, got to banquet 10 minutes late. Home very late last night.
Very tired today. Busy day at library: resident research day, with speeches, poster presentations, but free GOOD food. Yay! Copier at work has died; cannot use to fill ILL requests, so 80% job undoable.
Home to eat, then get to Borders and grocery. #2 son turns 12 on Sunday. No present or cake as yet. Gah.
So, McUne linked to a website that she liked on fb for large sized lingerie. On their front page there is a huge banner ad featuring their “Scrunch Butt Bikinis.” Let me just say that it is completely beyond me to know why anyone would be interested in something like this. Yikes. And whoever coined that phrase should be shot.
Da straight dope on poison ivy. It’s actually a post in a thread about poison ivy where I posted links to other threads about poison ivy. If you read through the threads I link to, you’ll see advice and information from Ogre, who is an expert on the stuff. Like this here post. Bottom line is, yeah, it can’t spread.
Glad you’re back home again, mmmmmmmmmm.
Finland, BooFae? Why? What?
Too tired again to do much. Am watching a couple of eps of Firefly, then gonna read for a while.
Back later.
ETA: sorry about your crappy day, rigs. Work should never make people cry.
Howdy Y’all! Sneakin’ in a post from mom’s. We’ve been sittin’ around talkin’ and chillin’. It’s so nice out we were outside just relaxatin’. Mom has gone to bed to read and Ima go down to sis’s to quaff some beerverages and talk.
Sis does not know this, but her daughter, who moved down to somewhere’s around Orlando (a story I shall have to tell) with her boyfriend will be here sometime later tonight. Niece made me promise not to tell her or mom. Thus only her dad and I know they’re comin’. Dad is the one who made sure they had gas money for the trip.
Been another long week for me. I’ve been reading, just haven’t had much energy left to post. I actually finally have some annual leave again - out of the hole - and am almost out of the hole on sick leave. My goal is to try to have some sick leave when I finally do retire. Heh. It’s actually not been too bad earning credit time, and it’s good to have that to use to help save sick leave especially.
I know there are MMP folks who deserve comforting hugs–you’re all in my thoughts and prayers.
So glad that it’s FIRDAY and I do have a few plans for the weekend. I’ve got a corned beef flat that I’m going to cook in the crock pot with cabbage, onions and carrots. I’m also going to make some Indian food, not sure yet exactly what, though. So I may have a recipe for the MMPers recipe page.
Forgot to say earlier to FCM that I use Blitz Silver Care Polish because that’s the first polish that I found. Actually, first I use a liquid jewelry cleaner dip and then the silver polish and then touch ups and/or buffing with the dremel. And that’s just what I do to prep the fork. I do pretty much all the same things after bending it. It’s quite a process. There’s a whole lot more to this than just forks and pliers.
Mom is going to go visit her own Mom (and male attachment) come Monday. The following Saturday, the College of Referees is holding a luncheon where they will give plaques to refs with 25 years of service and bigger plaques to those with more than 40 (which seems to be Gramps with 70 and two more guys). The trepidation I feel when I’m “going home” is nothing compared with the way her own brain blows up into smithereens at the thought of seeing her parental units.
Sometimes I think we’re not so much dysfunctional as differently-functioned.
doggio, I agree. I was all comfy and sleeping when I heard “bam! bam!” from the guest bath. Idiot Taz was trying to open the door under the sink. I was going to sleep in today. I could have slept in today. Damned cat. Then when I was finally relaxing and dozing off again, Scruffy came in an gave her “Letmeouttopeerightnow!!” bark. I’m up. Dammit.
Puggy, thanks for the poison info. It appears the cloud of dust I raised mowing the hill contained more poison, because I’ve got spots breaking out on my legs now. I wish I’d taken a shower right after. Dammit.
**FCD **is still abed. When he gets up, I’ll find out if we’re going to Annapolis today or not. I have mixed feelings - part of me just wants to stay home and chill. We’ll see.
I was chatting on line with my first b/f. He made the remarkably insightful observation that a guy raised in a predominantly female household is lucky to get out of it without turning gay. :rolleyes: Every time he says stuff like that, I’m glad he dumped me. Had I called him on it, I expect he’d have said he was kidding. And he’s constantly recommending I read Dr. Laura’s books. Thank goodness he lives on the other side of the continent…
I need to go brush my teeth. My morning mouth is offending me. Happy Saturday. Hope you’re reading this after a long, restful sleep - you know, exactly what I *didn’t *get…
When I got online this morning I saw on fb that one of my friends had broken up with his girlfriend of a couple months. This makes me sad sad sad. He’s such a sweet guy and has wanted but hasn’t had any kind of relationship for a long time. Poor Southern Friend.
