For FCM:
“Cheer up!” they said – “it could be worse.”
So I cheered up, and sure enough, it got worse…
Glad to be of service, **Dotty **
Crabby today.
My bed and I aren’t getting along. I can’t sleep more than 5 or 6 hours at a time without waking up with a sore back. This morning when I woke up at 4 I went in and slept for awhile in my dad’s bed since he wasn’t home.
It’s just an ugly day here today.
Morning all! Up and caffeinating here. {{{{{{HUGS}}}}}} for Swampy, hope that your doctorin’ works so you feel better by tomorrow! CutiePie, sorry to hear about your bed giving you a sore back; it’s probably time for a new mattress there.
SageRat, Pierette is a great name for a whippet! She is so cute (let me say it again :)); my Mom had a whippet friend (she lived right behind my Mom’s house) who used to visit her every day to get biscuits–Mom also dog-sat her occasionally. The ones I’ve known have been very friendly pups.
Sorry to hear how Dubya’s visit fouled things up for you today, Dotty; at least he’s gone now, right? Still sending good vibes your way for the new job, btw. 
Oooh boy, the birth pool has grown mighty small! LOL Although no update -yet- from LiLi, so maybe … So Rosie, if no-one (LOL N.O.N.) wins, will we get a do-over poll?! 
Off to grocery shop in a few … before the church folks hit the store, hopefully.
Well, I woke up when my alarm went off at 6:30, despite having stayed up till midnight last night. This bodes well for the rest of the semester.
Busy weekend around here. Friday was Adopted Dad’s birthday so Complicated Roommate and I headed over there to join the party. The Band Neighbors (Adopted Dad’s jam buddies) came over as well, so there was much merry-making and bacon-wrapped shrimp and chicken wings. Band Neighbor’s Uptight Wife made her usual nasty comment to her husband in front of everyone. This is sadly becoming a tradition. I left before the drama got too bad.
Yesterday I had to back up my C drive in preparation for the new motherboard/processor that Complicated Roommate’s putting in today. I did not do anything with my comps paper. Bad Spaz. I’ll punish myself by not letting me watch the Sarah Connor Chronicles tonight.
I did get my Cinematic Titanic DVD in the mail, so I watched that last night. (Cinematic Titanic is the new incarnation of MST3K.) It was a bad 1970’s bloodsploitation flick with minimal plot and a lumbering monster that likes toy ray guns. I declare it Good and Wonderful.
Today’s plans are get Complicated Roommate’s car gassed up and washed for his birthday, get my computer upgraded, and go to a Greek place for dinner tonight. Mmmm, Greek food.
Wow! I was up from 4:30-5:30 or so, then fell asleep and had a long, weird dream where I was walking up a hill to some event, maybe in Germany, but I also stopped by our old house in Michigan (which we no longer own, but did in my dream) where someone I didn’t know was there, obviously using what was supposed to be an empty house. One of my work friends came out of the house and then snuck me back in to reveal who was using it. Then, instead of going after this person, I was suddenly part of a group that was going up the hill to see this celebration (I think there was a concert). It reminded me of going to watch fireworks on New Year’s Eve, but was a much longer walk (I’ve had similar dreams before). We walked and walked (up- and downhill, around multiple curves) and then got separated from the rest of the group. I was responsible for a little girl whose mother was with the rest of the group (don’t ask me how that happened). Eventually, we made it to someone’s house to take a break from the walk and work friend (last seen above on a different continent) was there again. Future-Ex-SIL was there; so was Faraway Best Friend. It was all very convoluted. I was wearing braces and the chocolate I was eating kept gunking them up. Don’t ask me; you work it out. I woke up sometime after 8:00 and felt like I’d been dreaming the whole time.
So, maybe I’ve made it back into my current time zone?
Still no TNC? (Shouldn’t this thread have a subtitle? TNC Watch would be good.)
Forgot to thank Dotty for the information about Ashoora. I’d never heard of it and am glad to know a little bit more about Islamic observances (it doesn’t really sound like a holiday - is it considered one?).
Hope everyone’s feeling better (the sickies, anyway…)!
Off to church. Then laundry! Woo hoo!!!
GT
Noone, just a few months ago I would have thought -1C was cold. Now when it gets up to that, I think, “Huh. Kinda warm.” Not really warm, but relatively warm. Especially when a couple of weeks ago I was going to work in -14C! Now, that is cold. And I expect it’ll get colder again soon, but not for the next few days.
I have to work, but it’s my Firday, and the Race is on tonight, so I’m in a pretty good mood.
Yawn.
No baby yet. Mr. Lissar is still asnwering the phone with, “No babies here yet”. And a slithly wrecked-up house since all we did yesterday was assemble the stroller, eat pizza, and watch tv. I taught QD how to put a diaper on a stuffed bear.
Aerin got stuck in the stroller.
For those complaining about the cold (those who live in the M. E) it’s one degree above freezing here and that’s really warm. I’m actually glad I don’t have your weather- I’d melt into goo.
Oooh, it’s not good if your bed isn’t friendly. I wish I had a solution other than New Mattress (which is expensive).
I’m going to take Mr. Lissar some tea and haul him out of bed. He refuses to go to church because he doesn’t want to leave me alone, and I don’t think i should take the brisk hike over. Sorry to keep dwelling on it, but not being able to do lots of running around is such a weird concept for me.
It’s more tv and watching him do chores for the rest of the day. And waiting.
Actually, I [del]wasted[/del] spent a year of my life – winter included – in Rochester, NY; mostly without bothering with gloves, since I never felt like I needed then :rolleyes: . So I know from cold! I’ve just gotten used to having it good here
And no, Rosie, I actually don’t live in the desert :p, although 50 miles either South or East are both, officially, “desert.”
Cutie – sorry your Sunday is off to this kind of start 
And yes, it does sound like New Mattress time, unfortunately, unless, maybe you can put a board under it, at least for a while, to gain some firmness?
I say the subtitle should be “Waiting for a Ninja”
::waves in Spaz’s general direction:: Hi, Spaz!!
Only slightly less crabby.
I went back to sleep in my dad’s bed again since he’s still not home. It seems a little odd to me that I’d need a new mattress already. This one is only something like 3 or 4 years old. The one that it replaced was 20+ years old. :dubious:
I need to go to Sam’s Club today but I’m having one of those afraid to leave the house days that seem to happen fairly often on the weekend. Li-Li, maybe we can trade, I’ll sit around and you can go to Sam’s Club.
Heh.
Sage Rat - my current relationship situation basically boils down to the fact that I’m involved with a guy who has a girlfriend. It’s been almost a year now.
WTF am I doing up right now? I didn’t get to bed until 4:30am. Something about my internal clock won’t let me sleep in past a certain hour. I mean, I could have slept more, I suppose, if I’d forced myself to, but I decided I might as well go to Mass, seeing as I’m awake.
Last night was interesting. We hung out at That Guy and Victorian Heroine’s apartment for a while, then went over to have Chinese food. (It was pretty good.) Mr. Cheerio, a mutual friend of ours (That Guy and I) from grad school, was also there and later privately commented on my unusual quietness during dinner. I wasn’t being withdrawn on purpose - I suppose the situation was affecting me more than I thought it would. Anyway, we went back to their apartment after dinner, played some Cranium, and then decided we were going to go to a local bar with karaoke.
The bar wasn’t too crowded, but it was crowded enough to keep things fun. I bought That Guy and VH a round of shots for their birthday - That Guy insisted I get one for myself. Profound thought running through my head as the three of us did our shots together: This is weird.
As the night progressed I could sense That Guy watching me, which started to make me so jumpy that I hid myself in my drink and stared at the words on the karaoke screen like they held the secret of the universe within them. Finally That Guy asked if he could bum a cigarette, and both of us went outside (stupid new smoking laws). The bartender made us go across the street so we were 15 feet away from the building. :dubious:
Now, I was NOT going to start any kind of deep conversation last night - it was his girlfriend’s birthday, for God’s sake - but apparently he felt the need to say something. He was joking about being “old” now, while I was telling him to shut up since I’m a full two years (hah) older than him.
“Hazel,” he said, in a tone that warned me the conversation was taking a serious turn.
“What?”
Pause. “Everything is so screwed up.”
“You’re still young,” I said lightly, trying to steer away from dangerous waters. “We’re still young. Stop acting like it’s the end of the world because you turned 24.”
“I’m screwed up,” he persisted. “I’ve fucked up. What the hell am I doing?” He looked away. “You have no idea how hard it is for me to be around you like this.”
I sighed, exasperated. If he was going to go there, fine. “You think it’s easy for me?”
“No! I can’t even believe you’re here.” Another pause. “I think, sometimes, that everything can be okay, but then I see you again and …” he trails off. “I never should have moved in with VH.”
I lowered my eyes to hide my surprise at his words. “Are you afraid of something?”
“OF COURSE I’m afraid of something!” he burst out. “You’re with someone for years, and you think everything’s fine, and then you meet someone else that …” He swallowed, sighed. “Sorry, I know this isn’t the time or place.”
“Hey, if you’re willing to finally talk about it, I’m all ears.” I looked him in the eye. “You already know my feelings about us.”
“I don’t know why you still even like me.”
I laughed in his face. “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t.” Deep breath. “I know that part of why you’ve been so indecisive about everything is that neither of us know where we’re going to be six months from now, and that neither of us has been sure about … whatever this is. But it’s been a year. A year! Don’t you think if it was something that was going to fizzle out, it already would have?”
“Yeah. Yes.”
We were standing very close to each other, and for once he was meeting my eyes. “I’m willing to try, if-”
“You GUYS!” rang out an all too familiar voice
OhmyfuckingGod. For a moment I experienced a moment of pure terror. It was Victorian Heroine, yelling at us from the bar door. “Minister’s Lad’s song is up! You’re missing it!”
“Thanks!” That Guy yelled back, cool as you please, while I was trying to ascertain if my heart was still functioning properly.
Before we went back inside, he suddenly turned to me and said, “Listen. I’ll call you tomorrow. Is that okay?”
I gave him a Look. “If you actually want to talk about it.”
“I do. Of course I do.” He smiled at me, and inside we went.
Victorian Heroine smiled at me as I took my seat across from her. “We should totally go line dancing sometime,” she remarked, a reference to an earlier conversation we’d been having.
I smiled back, trying to keep from choking on my conscience. “I’ll let you know if I find anything.”
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So yes, that was my exciting night. I don’t know if it’s going to be a turning point, or if it’s another false alarm and things will still end up in a stalemate.
Anyway, I’m off to Mass to confess my sins. Of which there are many today. Happy Sunday, y’all. :: blows kisses ::
Back from breakfast. There’s a place about a mile from here that looks deserted and has a “For Sale By Owner” sign at the end of the driveway. Just out of curiosity, we stopped. It’s a bit over two and a half acres. The house was built in 1947 - stucco over block, 1200 sq ft, really ratty looking, with several rattier looking outbuildings, a very sad driveway, and evidence of much dumping in the surrounding trees. Sold as is - $250K.
Yeah, maybe 2 years ago when the market was hot, then again, maybe not. It’s on a main road and it’s got a lot of potential, but I’m guessing the inside is pretty ratty, too. I looked it up on the state real property data site and see where there have been 3 title transfers since 2005, all in the name of the owner. That tells me it’s been refinanced several times, and they’ve sucked out more equity than the place had, hence the absurd asking price.
Not that we’re in the market for any property, although if we could find a good deal on a fixer-upper, it might be worth investigating for the soon-to-be newlyweds. This place doesn’t qualify. Maybe if it was listed at $150K - then it’d be worth it to bulldoze the raggedy house and erect a new one.
Anyway, time to change into grubbies and commence to painting. Party on!!
Up, laundry is on, coffee is brewing and kitty is fed.
I have a bit of a headache from 3 beers last night hmmmmmm
But I have to much to do today so I am going to fight through it.
I had weird dreams last night - I was offshore on a Jack Up drilling rig and there were monstor waves and rig was tipping. But was wave spotting and people were watching the legs of the rig and then I had to crawl commando style under some netting on the deck to get a certification and the brethren (???) were watching. Weird.
Off to compile grocery list!
Hazel–<sigh>. Try not to get hurt…
I am somewhat grouchy today–no idea why. School starts for me tomorrow, and I couldn’t care less. The instructor is out sick, so who knows what will happen; for my practicum the school has suddenly decided to switch faculty coordinators to someone I’ve never even heard of and no one there has replied to my emails.
It’s quasi-snowing outside. Itty-bitty flakes that are almost sleet but not. The Husband is prowling around, at loose ends. This usually means he’s going to start a project that will disrupt the entire household and yet not finish it for months. This is not good.
Perhaps this is the time to remind myself of a person I met once who told me about her husband and FIL–how they ripped out the staircase of their house to put in an elevator, but did not think to put in a second way to get to the upper floor, so that she and the rest of the family(2 dogs and 2 small children) had to live with this gaping hole for over a year, until they built the elevator shaft etc…which was promptly found by the building inspector of the town to be waaaaay outside code.*
She did not divorce him and he is still alive.
*He has always wanted one. No handicapped people in their house.
Haze, here’s hoping that this resolves itself for the best. One of my friends who was in a similar situation went through more than a year of struggles (probably more like 2). She survived with her mental and emotional health intact. Hugs… (Oh, and you should probably keep all your posts about this and publish them as a novel later…) 
Does your mattress just need to be flipped, Cutie Pie? That might help if you haven’t turned it over in a while.
TNC Watch - *Waiting for a Ninja *- No babies here yet - any other potential subtitles?
I’ve decided I really need these. I have way too many paper and plastic bags around here. These seem like I could mostly keep them in the car so I wouldn’t forget them every time.
Back from mass and quick outing to Trader Joe’s and Wild Oats (soon to be Whole Foods). Off now to Barnes & Noble and Target.
Happy Sunday!!!
GT
Good morning everyone. It seems my husband is coming down with the crud now. Greeeeaaaat. He can’t take any medication while he’s driving, so he’s going to be miserable tomorrow. I hope it doesn’t hit him as hard as it hit me.
Haze, let me echo rigs’ comment about not getting hurt.
My Dad visited yesterday and spent the day playing computer games with my husband. He also brought over my daughter’s 18th birthday present.
I need to pop out to the kitchen. I’m making pulled pork for dinner and I need to put the pork in the crockpot.
I am trying to come up with dinners for this week and I am stuck. I am pleased I only have me to feed if I had a family to feed we would be in bad shape
First coat of paint is applied - it was easier than I’d anticipated, so yay! Towels in the dryer, jeans in the washer, eggs on the stove to boil. Yes, I’m multi-tasking to the extreme. 
I’ll need to do some grocery shopping too - I’m going to try to plan a week of menus to preclude the coming-home-and-staring-into-the-freezer syndrome. I used to do that - it’d be a good discipline to develop.
Haze, I know you’re an adult and all, but don’t do anything stoopit, OK?
Who’s got tomorrow?
GT, my mattress isn’t flippable. It’s only mattress-like on one side.
Haze, best of luck to you because no matter what anyone else says about being careful, you’re just going to do whatever you want to do anyways.
I now have a headache that is trying to turn into a migraine. Unfortunately I have no doughnuts with which to ward it off. On the contrary, there is very little food worth eating around here. I had tortellini with butter and a half of a crappy bagel for lunch. I’m hoping for ordering a pizza for dinner.
I’m up for tomorrow’s MMP. I’ve got most of it written. Well, actually it’s all written, but I’m one of those folks who writes, puts it down, then comes back to tweak it.
The pork is in the slow cooker and eight hours from now we’ll be feasting on pulled pork sammiches with coleslaw and cheddar cheese. Yummy!
Yes, of course you’re on deck for tomorrow, Taters. I knew that. No, really, I did.
I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I want to awake in the state of being independently wealthy. Stoopit job. Stoopit bills. Stoopit non-independently-wealthy life.
Plus there’s still no chocolate in here. Bummer.