One of my friends and I will probably have Chinese food and see a movie because that’s what my people do on Christmas day. 
No plans here, I have to work. It’s okay by me, though.
The Nigerian and one of his pals were in his room talking in their outside voices at 1 freaking ei em. I went and asked what time it is and told them it was time to cut the fucking noise already. They went to speaking in their indoor voices, but since the Nigerian laughs or giggles loudly the whole time it wasn’t much of an improvement. Cutting his throat is illegal, though. There were a couple other guys coming and going; every time they opened the door they banged it closed.
There was no furniture in what I could see of his room, wonder what he’s done with it?
I’m now too headachy to be murderous any more.
OK – mini-rant here. I wouldn’t be surprised if, before I die, I see some campaign to have all children raised in Skinner boxes or bubble for their own good and protection. 95% of the stuff I grew up with is illegal now but me and all the kids I knew survived. Kids got it in their brains that they’re protected from any danger ------- and I wonder if that’s whats getting them killed.
The good Lord took a liking to him, huh?
Including the danger of their own stupidity and irresponsibility. I realize I should go and buy me a walker already, but one of the essays we had to hand in for a class was supposed to be typed in double space. Most of the class brought it handwritten: not only was it admitted, but there was no downgrading. At first I was too stunned to get angry, but hel-looo? I guess that’s how come I’ve had things like a junior who signed off letters to the customer with XXXOOOXXX and so many 20-something coworkers who consider “use the spellchecker please” an infringement on their freedom of expression.
This is a university class in which the youngest student is 21, and they’re not required or even expected to follow instructions. So of course then they get to their first job and they think instructions are optional. I see ads for translation jobs which say things like “write EN->ES on the subject. Any letter not having EN->ES on the subject will NOT be considered.” Yeah, I wouldn’t want someone who can’t read and/or follow instructions as a translator, either.
Does it count as a hate crime if a gay boy blows up a gay doll?
Nava, I feel your pain! I deal with third year medical students who, to a man, are a bunch of clueless clods. They have a handbook with all the information they need to complete a particular module, it also contains all the forms they need to hand in and the list of deadline dates. So that would explain why a bunch of them come by the office to whine about how they don’t know which form they need and they don’t know where to hand it in…and these folks are going to be doctors.
This year I have probably started 90% of my emails to students with the words “If you look on page X of your handbook”, and still it’s not getting through.
Nothing exciting happening here today, I am waiting to see if the chippie is well enough to fit the doors on my bathroom vanity unit. He’s been ill since last week with manflu so he might not be over it yet, if he turns up it’s good but if he doesn’t then it isn’t any bother.
It’s my friend’s birthday today and we’re going to hers tonight for drinks and nibbles which will be fun, I am going to make some little quince tarts for her. Long-standing joke, but they’ll go very nicely with the quince vodka!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN
Christmas dindin will include chicken pie. That’s all I know. Whatever I gotta do for it I will find out when I get to mom’s on Thursday.
Ok, time to brekkify and purtify for work. Got some trainin’ today. Yee and Haw
Happy Tuesday Y’all!
I’ve been busy so far this morning! I managed to pry myself from the warmth of the house and head out to buy us all donuts! (Us, my family, not us the MMP) Next up I found my way to the basement and dredged up some wrapping paper and wrapped all of GilaMonster’s gifts. I even attached these cut little tin ornaments that look like mini utensils and cookie molds! Somewhere in there I had a donut with a cold glass of milk and now I’m just waiting for the day’s work to begin, all the while wearing my new Santa hat. 
Whaddya mean you didn’t buy us donuts pie?
So far the weather is holding and my flight looks to be flying - maybes slight delay but I can deal with that just fine.
Other than that madly scrambliing to finish a bunch of stuff before I leave. The one Very Important Report I need to run before I go I can’t do as the database is being a bee-yotch. I have already told the guy the report gets sent to it aint happening and he is fine with it. I think he had started in the Christmas spirit already when I talked to him
This is highly disappointing.
Finishing up Christmas cards this morning. Gotta get to work, too.
EEeek, almost forgot:
Happy Birthday, taxi!!!
Back with more tonight…
Hugs.
That is not Rainbow Brite. Nope.
Swampy, I never blew up any of my sister’s dolls because I never had access to firecrackers while I was in single digits. I had 2 GI Joes die in skydiving accidents, however. I was fascinated by parachutes, made several, and had the inevitable failures while tossing him out of the second story bathroom window.
Muppet, ANY incarnation of Strawberry Shortcake infuriated me.
Blurf. Still gimpy, but I’m down to having a perpetual Charlie Horse, and I’m forgoing the Aleve today. That’s improvement.
Happy Birthday taxi!!!
We now return you to our regularly scheduled blurf.
What he said!
It’s my mother’s birthday today, too! Happy Birthday Mum!!!
Hysterectomy scheduled for 3rd January (my father’s birthday!), so we will get to go out for New Year and paint the town all shades of red! I suggested 2nd Jan to my gynae, who kindly asked that we do it on the 3rd, because he is planning a BIG party for New Year himself and wants 2 days to recover! 
Dotty, how long will you be on the mend post-op? Do you have anyone that is sane to help with HRH while you recuperate?
First of all…HUGE MEGA VIBES GOING OUT TO DOTTY!!!
Second of all Hippo Birdie, Taxie!!!
Now, being the resident Oldest Mumper[sup]TM[/sup] I’d like to remind you all of the barrel hoop and stick and corn husk doll that were the toys of choice back in my day. And we liked it!
Just kidding. I can’t remember any toys not already mentioned from back in my day except for maybe the air rifle with the cork. We never could get those to work right. Oh, and there was the year that all the boys wanted the Davey Crocket coonskin cap. I wanted one too. I wasn’t the babydoll type.
Christmas dinner is at Rancho Anachi. There will only be six of us so I ordered some individual Beef Wellingtons from Kansas City Beef. There will be mashed N.O.T.s and grilled spare guts as well. I’mma gonna buy desert, too, because it’s all about easy this year.
::sigh:: I need to go clean the guest bathroom.
Toodles
Tupug
I had one of those. Lots of fun.
Mecano was a favorite toy.
But I think my favorite was a 150 in 1 Electronics Kit from Radio Shack. I haven’t seen those in years.
Why am I awake? Why am I here?
The furniture people still have not fixed my cube here. At least I have my big wood coffee mug that I can fill up for 65¢. It’s “green” in a multitude of ways. This Californian was shocked to find unrecyclable foam coffee cups in the cafeteria, no battery recycling and there doesn’t even seem to be a redemption value on pop cans and bottles to encourage people to recycle them.
At least there is a recycling location not far from the house that is a one-stop place for batteries, small appliances and household haz-mat stuff. We filled the back of the truck with cardboard on Saturday, as it was easier to drop off a big pile of flattened boxes than to mess with cutting it all down to some specific size to fit the recycle bin or tying it into bundles for curbside pickup.
But I’m still sleepy and cranky about having to squeeze in here and try not to bash my knees against the keyboard tray again as it’s so low to the floor.
Hi!
First off – {{{Dotty}}}
and, conversely, Happy Birthday, Taxi!!
Toys – I don’t recognize half of the toys and games everyone has mentioned. Heck, I don’t recognize most of the other half, either…!
My favorite as a young 'un was a home Chem Set. I went through the handbook and created all the stinky and smokey concoctions they suggested, then looked for some more ideas… (not that easy back in the day. I actually had to go out and look for books. In a book store! :eek: :D)
Eventually ran out of pre-canned ideas for mayhem, and invented a few of my own…