My father invited me to go to fireworks with him and his girfriend tonight. :dubious: I’m sorry, I’m just not that open minded about the whole situation yet.
You didn’t miss a recipe, McUne, but check this thread to see if I have a point about noninclusion in the blog… heh heh…
Rigs, I hate rhizomes because I have Mutant Ninja Papyrus Grass From Hell in my yard that I allowed to get too far so it has mutant mile long CAT-5 thick rhizomes all over and under my herb garden and therefore I had to pull the crap out with my hands and trowel. I hate mulch because it’s splintery and made me itch fiercely. On the other hand, the herb garden looks pretty good now.
Okay, deep frying hot dogs is just nasty–those things already have about a billion grams of fat in them and somehow they need MORE? No. Just no.
Vinegary chicken should go into a pasta salad. Mmmm, I think I’m gonna make one of those…
{{{Pie}}} I’m sorry they suck so much… On edit: I meant Kaiser, not your dad & girlfriend!
Ooh or what if I did that (minus the celery 'cause I don’t have any) and added some of the leftover bulgar? I bet that would be a nice salad.
Pie, was it a collection agency that called you? If so, they may have violated the Fair Debt Collection Practices Act.
When I was in collections, that kind of behavior was a huge no-no. We weren’t even allowed to discuss the client in derogatory terms in the office when no one else was around. Saying a debtor should get a “real” job is way, way over the top and inexcusable. IANAL, I only did collection within the state of California, etc.
Kaiser’s backoffice can be dimwits. A couple of years ago, they re-opened an old disability claim, so that the state cut me a check. That’s a magnificent screw up, but at least it was in my favor. Yes, I returned the check. It was quite a shock, getting a random check from the state for no apparent reason.
Yes, it was a collection agency. This isn’t the first time that they’ve called and harassed me about living with my parents and needing to get a real job. They suck.
Speaking of suckage. I have never been able to stand Kaiser. One day I swear I’m going to make out my monthly check to Kaiser Stupidente and see what happens. But hey, I’ve wasted enough of my evening on them.
Just got back from shopping for tomorrow. I’ll probably just spend the rest of the evening reading the links from **Hello Again ** in myADA thread.
Dammit, I think it’s going to be another bad night. I’ve been trying to put Nat to sleep for the last hour, and he keeps waking up and writhing and crying. I have a bad feeling about every-ten-minutes awake for the night. Going back to bed to try to comfort him now. 
Awwww… Poor Nat. Poor LiLi. I hope you can find out the cause soon.
Know what would have been really funny, though? If Nat had puked on QD while she was bouncin’ him. 
Speakin’ of baby pukin’ stories… notice the nice segway there…
This is a tale of a nineteen month old swampcub pukin’ on his father.
My younger brother and sister (twins, duh!) were born when I was nineteen months old, on March 1st and it was still cold so I am told. Anywho, we lived in this big old house that was drafty and such so my grandmother had me in the kitchen where it was warm the day they were brought home from the hospital. Their crib was also set up in the kitchen cause it was warm in there. Grandma had just fed me. This is an important detail. My parents bring 'em home and bro and sis are placed in their crib. Dad picks me up to show me my new brother and sister. Remember, I had just eaten and thus had a full tummy. He leaned me over the crib so I could see 'em. Not a smart move. When he straightened me back up, I puked up all over him.
Moral: Never shake up a full nineteen month old.
Just thought I’d share.
I have nineteen more minutes and then I’m FREE for four days!
Well, not so free, as tomorrow promises to be busy. We plan on visiting the credit union, Mr. Taters needs new shoes, we need to get propane for the grill, we need to get groceries, AND I have to take my daughter to Tacoma so she can get her food handlers card. Unfortunately, the only time the county does it for tomorrow is at 6:00 in the evening, which means we’ll have to be there by 5:00 because it fills up quickly and it’s first come; first served. Sigh…
The class and test take about 2:00 hours. What the hell am I going to do for two hours while she’s taking the test? That area of town isn’t exactly um…pleasant.
Sorry to hear about Nat’s (and your) sleeping woes, Li-Li. I sure hope they can figure it out soon.
Hugs to Pie and big wet trout smack to KP.
Well, I guess I’ll hit the restroom before I leave work.
Ta for now…
My first thought was, a visit to the credit union before Mr. Taters gets new shoes? Dang! Them’s some expensive shoes!
It’s weird inside my head but I like it.
Thanks for that lovely baby-handling tip, swampy. 
Hope Nat falls asleep soon and surprises you, LiLi. What a cute video!
So where has our TagFree friend been lately? Seems like she started an MMP, moved, and never came back… 
That sucks completely, Pie. Take a look at this Web site or this Wikipedia article for info on Fair Debt Collection Practices Act and your rights under the act. Sounds like you can write them a letter to tell them to stop bugging you.
It sounded to me like Mr. Taters was getting his new shoes FROM the credit union… 
I’m sleepy for no apparent reason. Well, OK, I stayed up too late.
Guess I should go forage for dinner. I’ve had chocolate so far.
Hugs.
GT
Hiya. I went to the doc, still no clue. He gave me some nasal spray to try, and is scheduling an MRI. Thrak went to the vet, he’s 3 1/2 pounds now. Everyone was ohhing and ahhing over him. He did not enjoy the [del]anal probing[/del] fecal sampling. The paramedics were here for someone in my complex. Seems to happen evry time I take a day off.
Soapy, that food sampling sounded great!
BooFae, hope you get to quit soon.I could use a holiday myself.
MamaTigs, glad you survived your commute.
Shadow, it could be worse. I was stuck with a 7 month pregnant assistant manager who went into labor weekly. :eek:
Hope you get the job, dotty.
Sorry about the creditor and Kaiser, Pie.
Lili, great video. Is QD doing ballet to offset Nat’s latent Hitlerism?
swampy, that’s why I don’t spin the pets.
so in additional to that fractured patella (that does not seem to be healing) I am growing a calcification nubby on the other side of that same patella. And folks think I’m just not trying hard enough to walk places.
bleh. I say, bleh to all of them.
Bleh on all of them indeed BioRosie. Fie also. Plus nasty painful papercuts. Yuck about the knee!
Doggio I hope they find a reason for the dizziness soon. MRI… ::shudder:: Hmmmm… Doggio is off for the day and the paramedics show up. Every. Single. Time. :dubious:
Hang in there, rosie.
Forgot to add, thanks for the link, GT. It looks very interesting but my head is about to explode tonight already. So I bookmarked it to read at a later date.
Didn’t really read, but we seem to be fucking dead Germans or something… Count me in --I need to get out more! <demented smiley here>
Am home from work and waiting for this oh, so severe T storm to actually commence and clear out this awful humidity etc. I refuse to turn on the AC when it’s supposed to be 75 tomorrow.
I made a lot of money today doing not much. I monitored a blood transfusion, gave post op instructions to the lone post op and called 11 people about tomorrow’s schedule. I didn’t get tomorrow off, but I bargained (and got) for a late start–I don’t go into until 11. This means I can sleep in a bit–yay!
Have I told you all how much I like my boss (and her boss?). Well, I do. After all those years of working for Darth Vader, she makes such a nice change. Annoying Coworker was ok today too–she still ignores me, but I was spared the mutterings under the breath etc. A change is as good as a rest! <another demented smiley needed here>
Hey- just realized that **Muppet **and I posted almost the same chicken salad recipe.
How cool is that? Great minds and all that…
#1 son just called! They toured the Sydney Harbor Bridge today. Here’s a pic (not taken by #1 son):
And it only cost him $114 to do it. :eek: Oh, and they had 70 mph winds! :eek: :eek:
He sounds like he’s having a great time. And Oz is effing expensive. :eek: Lot of
:eek: 's.
swampy, we want pix of the appreciation!
I have a facebook, doesn’t everyone?
flutterby, someone mentioned that EXACT recipe at work a few days ago, and I thought it sounded tasty then too! Alas, there is neither cream cheese nor bacon nor peppers in the house.
Today was spent yelling at dumb people on the phone. I’m applying this fall to go get another bachelor’s at the University of Arkansas in Little Rock, and the same office handles admissions and financial aid. I called today about financial aid, and got the secretary, and asked about unsubsidized Stafford loans, because I couldn’t find any information on the website.
“You’ll have to fill out the FAFSA first. Go to fafsa.ed.gov!”
“I did that months ago.”
“Well then it will tell you what you’re eligible for.”
“I don’t need eligibility information, I need the application.”
“There isn’t an application besides the FAFSA. It will tell you what you’re eligible for.”
“I already know I’m not eligible for Pell grants or subsidized Stafford loans, I need to apply for an unsubsidized Stafford loan”
“You just need to fill out the FAFSA, it will tell you everything you need to know.”
“Listen, this is the 5th year in a row I’ve done this, I know how the FAFSA works, and I know that somewhere in your office is a sheet of paper with lenders for unsubsidized Stafford loans, and applications for them. All I need is one of those applications.”
“Oh, I can fax or mail that to you”
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It is a sheet detailing how I can apply for a credit-based loan, completely separate from the Stafford program.
And when I called about admissions, she told me to just have my high school and college fax in my transcripts, then I pressed her about it, and she mentioned they needed to have the school seal on them, and be in sealed envelopes. :rolleyes:
Somewhere in her brain are two very confused neurons.
(I know it’s long and whiny, but whatever! I felt like whining.)
Also, I spent some time on the phone with the dentist’s office. My insurance doesn’t cover root canals, and since I need one (to the tune of 1600 dollars, paid up front), I called today to talk about various options. No, they don’t offer a payment plan. No, they don’t offer any sort of payment plan. Ok, fine, bring us half of it at the first visit, and half at the 2nd. Those visits are going to be 2 weeks apart. :rolleyes:
My only other options are to have them yank the tooth (which insurance does cover, but then I’ll have an extra molar on the top), or to skip the crown and put some $125 substance on there until I can afford a crown.
– chaoticbear, who is poor and needs dental advice.
I first had them with jalapenos and I am not much of a jalapeno person… I scarfed five of them!
Feel better. Dental stuff sucks. Mine tells me I grind my teeth and need a tray/plate whatever of some kind. I forget now.
Feel better rosie.
I’m all freaking out at work. You see, my manager has taken ill. He’s in the hospital (kidney stones) and… I’m basically it to make the calls and booking the trucks right now. Okay, that’s what my new position is and I’m supposed to be doing that anyway except I’ve barely dipped my toes in because of training my replacement and helping try to keep shipping on track with a new manager there. So I’m mucho busy, and doing my best to swim… not utterly sink.
I’ll be buying my car this weekend. Friend called insurance and has to go see them on Friday, so in a few days I should have wheels. I had the weirdest dream about that last night too. I dreamt like it was a video game almost, and there was a giant cliff you had to switchback on several times before the finish line (which was work). Well I kept sliding off the switchbacks and every time I had to go back to the starting line (home) and begin again… which made me late for work.
What does the dream dictionary make of that? I think it was too much Mario Kart.