**FCD **is napping. I don’t know whether to nap also or take advantage of having control of the remote and watch TV. decisions, decisions…
{{{Taters}}} fwiw I’m with ya on kickin’ the niece out soonest and gettin’ the car away from there. Hope things start to get straightened out soonest.
I’m back from the upper forty. Actually been back a while and just had some chikin sallit 'n crackers for N.O.L. I made a lot of chikin sallit. Good thing I like it as much as I do.
So, gettin’ one person started in a for real job and get back to find another person actin’ up at his trainin’ site to the point they don’t want him there anymore. Sigh. I’d like to throw his butt out of the program but unfortunately I can’t because there’s not quite enough reason to at this point. Thus, I shall find another trainin’ place for him. On the upside, if he does not toe the line there wherever that is, it will be butt throwin’ out time. I just want folks to behave. Is that too much to ask? Why, yes bear, it is!
BooFae release a box o’ pointy stick wieldin’ Sri Lankan spiders amongst the hoardes! Then you may stroll about at your leisure.
flytrap plannin’ a big fish fry are ya? 
Speakin’ of the fryin’ up of fishies, I shall be master chef at a fish fry on Sattidy. JDD’s mother will be 89 on Monday next week and lurves her a fish fry so we’re goin’ up to her place and do one for her on Sattidy. She’s all excitated!
Ok, irk beckons, dangit!
ETA: MOOOOOOM no brainer. Turn on the teevee and nap. Best of both worlds! 
Well, if The Walking Dead ain’t on, it’s naptime. QED.
Back from cat sitting, all done.
Checking out houses online as the agent can’t take me out until Friday. I am making my list and checking and cross checking.
I know beggars can’t be choosers but I really want off street parking, a fenced back yard and all appliances to convey.
Garage and second bathroom would be nice.
Sah-son is not happy but he can stay here if he wants. I don’t know why he wants considering he hides in his bedroom all day and only comes out at night when nobody else is around.
It’s raining.
I need to start laundry and get to irk irk irk.
I need to irk a lot to make lots of money.
This link is not for the Faint of Heart.
Check it out, Swampy, and I dare you to ever eat a poor little fishie again.
Yummmm… fish AND crab!
Looks a little bit like some sushi I’ve had. 
I want this day to end. Now. The drama unfoldin’ re the actin’ up person I mentioned earlier is approachin’ epic soap opera proportions.
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!
Here I am, stuck in class all day. At least they’re letting me do what I wish in the computer lab. (Within reason, of course.)
So I’m looking at Twitter. Weird stuff. Someone in Calgary has cut out a photo of their mayor’s head and is taking pictures of it around town. Bizarre, and maybe a bit creepy. But hey, it’s making me chuckle a little, so maybe that’s good. 
Wish I’d brought headphones so I could watch YouTube videos.
Back to Cote-des-Neiges and work tomorrow (I work Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays for the time being). One of my coworkers is back from vacation, so the office where I usually hang out is less lonely now.
I plan to go to a sing-along thing tonight. The only thing is, my mother will probably be there, and my dad (who talks to her more than anyone else, even though they’re getting divorced) says she’s been acting really weird lately. Again. sigh If I go to the sing-along, I can’t just not talk to my mother. Bah, I dunno what to do.
Anyway, sorry for being so long-winded. I guess it really shows I’ve got nothing in particular to do at the moment. 
And now back to Mayor Nenshi’s Twitter…
Just what you don’t need when things are rough enough. Too bad a quick lock-changing isn’t an option. 
Afternoon blurf. I got to go home an hour and a half early because it was slow.
I’m not really in a cheerful fit for human companionship mood right now so I’ll leave these here until I can trust myself not to complain vociferously about everything.
{{{{{{for them as needs}}}}}}
I need to put this on a throw pillow. Or a t-shirt. Something highly visible, because that pretty much sums up the entirety of my existence. 
I used to be a cheerful, friendly person, and somewhere in the last five years I have turned into a cantankerous misanthrope.
I think I have more fun this way, though.
Parents showed up visiting- together with a bunch of boxes of miscellaneous critters including one tarantula, sans pointy stick, and a box of frogs- which proceeded to get out in the living room. I’m pretty sure we caught all of them, but they’d just been given them, and they weren’t actually sure how many there were, so now we’re on frog watch…
I’m sure this sort of thing doesn’t happen to most people.
Dindin is et. Grilled ham steaks, succotash and scalloped N.O.T. Not too shabby if’n I do say so myself. Heard thunder rumblin’s a little earlier but the sky is all blue with puffy white clouds right now. Still could happen though. One never knows.
Supper here was lemon-pepper cod, smashed N.O.T., Brussels sprouts for spousal unit and cucumber for me. Plus peach crisp for dessert later. Yum.
During the Bablyonian Captivity, living in a building on Mrs. Plant’s (v.1.0) land during my divorce from Mrs. Plant (v.2.0), I took my plants with me. When I brought them inside during freezing weather, some tree frogs were hiding in the pots. They would serenade me in the wee hours of the morning.
And you call yourself an aquarist!
Fish eater.
Fish eater, shrimp eater, crab eater, lobster eater, calamari eater, clam eater, abalone eater, scallop eater… no oysters, tho - they’re just nasty. ick.
And it’s not my aquarium. It just lives in my living room. Had it been my choice, we never would have gotten one. so
Oh, the shame. :rolleyes:
Time to assume the afghaning position. Training tomorrow morning, so I won’t be on line till later. Try to get along without me!
MWAH!!
MOOOOOM will be able to say…
I’m a crab counter, I count crabs. I’m the best crab counter that ever counted crabs!
Think how that will look on a resume!