Moooom, I’m surprised that, being a government contractor, your irkplace didn’t have more documented process. I worked in Quality and compliance for a number of companies with global and US governmental contracts and ISO or WCOS (ISO precursor) was required as a matter of course. I was actually an ISO auditor at a couple of them. 
swampy, you wanna throw in a load of towels for me while you’re doing laundry? 
**red **- that kinda surprises me too. But whatever. I don’t get paid enough to deal with that kind of stuff. 
{{{Butters}}} Feel better!
OK, re, the very silly joke - Swampy is sore and tired because he spent hours picking up limbs, which could be arms and legs, but were probably tree limbs. Pretty sure they were. We are terrible people, so we teased him that he just left the torsos and heads sitting around though.
Also, the iPad will be super easy. Make sure you do this: follow the steps on the screens. **Super important: when it gets to the one where it asks for your Apple ID, login with your Apple ID. It will ask you if you want to restore to your last save. You Say Yes. **It will set up your iPad exactly like your old one. You’ll want it plugged in while this happens. Things you need to have on hand: your Apple ID information (PM if you need help to recover this) and your wireless network information). That is it. It should take you only a few minutes to do it. It will just take a few minutes longer for your iPad to be ready to use BUT it might be a few hours before all of the apps and everything are ready. They will download and get set up the way you like in the background.
Thank you for that. :mad: 
How much would a starter cost?
The pickup truck that I may be able to get out of the driveway today, if it’ll start, is an '88 Ford Ranger. Yup. 29 years old. Still runs, but is apparently hard on batteries. 
If they manage to destroy Medicare and Social Security, I very well might not. Seriously. :mad:
Y’all, between the one-two punch of the election, and the death of our rosie, I have been operating outside the parameters of normal grown-up life for some weeks. Trying to do better. I have missed you weirdos.
After weeks of a bad episode of depression, it makes me glad to offer **rosie’s **sig to all in need, in spite of the bittersweetness.
(And just because it wouldn’t be characteristic, if I didn’t offer a gripe - because I’m a bitter old woman: some Og-damned douchecanoe dumped a starved, crippled dog in the ‘hood around sundown last night. A concerned neighbor spotted the crime, but couldn’t safely turn around to catch the dog or the perpetrators’ tag. A group of locals spent the night trying to catch the poor critter. Animal control finally captured him this afternoon. Poor baby was euthanized - probably a bait dog, badly hurt and scared enough to bite one of the would-be rescuers.
Bless my neighbors, for good intentions, and damn the so-called humans who would do this to any creature. About once a month, I trap cat(s) that have been dumped in the woods. The resident owls and hawks dine well on kittens. The coyote ensures that the “rescued” animals have to be euthanized, and that I have to be super-vigilant about my own critters and kids, due to disease.
But it’s all better than taking the strays to a kill shelter, right?)
{{{Peaches}}} We missed you!!! Glad you’re back. Sorry about the doggie. I would have taken him/her. I’m weird like that. I go to the pet store and buy the dying fish too. I even save some of them. People are so freaking weird. I’m sure some of them actually think that dumping an animal in the country is “giving them a chance.” Bastards.
Watching Tiny House shows. Aspirational. I can’t go that tiny, but I definitely need to pare down.
Howdy Y’all! I have lots of clean laundry. Also, I cooked an entire dindin on the grill. I did N.O.T. and onions in aluminum foil (chunk up some N.O.T. and onions, toss in a little olive oil, salt, and pepper. Place on foil, dot with N.O.B., seal foil and grill about 40 minutes), a large red bell pepper, two ribeye steaks, and even some parmesan/garlic bread. It was all nummy!
{{{Peaches}}} glad you’re back! GRRRRRR on the people who dumped that poor dog!
One buries the torsos and heads. I thought everybody knew that!
{{{peaches}}} Welcome back! I’m with you on the dog. A$$holes like that should come back as a bait dog in their next life.
sunny, when you live small (like 560 square feet), you come to terms with what posessions you enjoy or need enough to keep.
I thought you buried the heads and limbs, and picked up the torsos? Crap!
(And agreed, Sunny. I usually adopt the “unadoptabe” pets - the seniors, the blind and deaf, the 130-pound moron with terrible separation anxiety, etc. And in spite of all that, I have been joyously blessed with the companionship and affection of an awful lot of good dogs, plus the occasional iguana, pig, etc. Hearts grow and break, but the growth is worth the consequences, I think.)
*They say that all the seals in Hudsons Bay
Envied Fuzzie’s fuzz
But when they cut his hair away
He wasn’t what he used to was… oh1
*
How come I can remember the lyrics to a silly song I learned on Captain Kangaroo, and I forget important things that are scheduled for now?
I think we have the same pets! I have a blind dog, a 130 pound idiot dog and permanent skin condition, and a 100 pound idiot with severe separation anxiety.
So you’re MommaPlant?
Looks like we could have some rough weather comin’ in tonight and then again tomorrow night, Sattidy, and Sunday. I hope no huge winds or tornadoes are a part of this. I can deal with lots of rain and/or tstorms. I really hope it’s not bad especially because of the folks who are still recoverin’ from the storm on January 2nd.
On that note we shall retire to the boudoir to watch teevee until sleepy time.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
Welcome back, Peaches!!
Well, I finished the lap robe and I’m about to head back to bed. Definitely ready for Firday…
I vacuumed my room, cleaned my bathroom, went on the [del]Kessel[/de]Penzy’s Spice Run. I was driving home when my truck suddenly swerved into a parking garage, and the engine stopped. Since I was in front of Tir Na nOg ,I stopped in for a pint an a curry dog. 
You were Gordie’s 2nd owner?:dubious: But it sucks about the dog.
Welcome back!
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I cut whole onions almost apart, stick butter in them, wrap them in foil ad put them on the grill. Good food.
NOB? Not Our Butter?
I have been bizzy and dizzy one of the side effects of the antibiotic pill is dizziness and a side effect of the steroids is a burst of energy. I cleaned out the fridge, tossing and cleaning the empties for recycle. I didn’t clean the actual shelves and such. I washed all Lucky Louie’s blankets , even his irk blankets. I cooked again. We had ham steak and grits and eggs and toast and cleaned up the mess. I purposefully did not nap today as I need a full eight hours uninterrupted. I bathed Lucky Louie too.
Welsome back Peachesyou were missed .
Friday tomorrow
I think I can
Thanks Sunny for new gadget advice. This weekend hopefully I will feel like fooling with it.
tmi but I am finally coughing up crap. No wonder I have been so tired and sleepy and in a fog. I was starved for air.
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Classes are over --------- or Da Jungle is back to having no class at all for the rest of the week. 
Tomorrow I get to be just a normal associate.
Well ------------- as normal as I ever am.
Checks mirror.
Notices roots.
Has identity crisis.
Morning, mumpers. I have a serious case of Don Twanna today. There is not a single email in my inbox that doesn’t promise trouble, and I can’t be bothered looking at any of them. So I won’t. They will still be there on Monday.
On the bright side, my troublesome member of staff will be moved to a different team at the beginning of February. The downside is that we have to tell him about this next week, and then have a week of sulks and tantrums, bad feeling in the office, and possibly intervention from the union. It doesn’t help that the union rep works in my office and has knows the troublesome bloke for about four years. To be honest, I’ll be glad when he’s gone, maybe then we can start fixing all the things that are wrong with the team.
I rang my doting parent yesterday, turns out her 96 year old friend who has been in the horsepickle following a fall (and a broken femur) has now been moved to a rehab unit where she’ll get plenty of physio to help her get back on her feet. I’m off to visit mum on Sunday so I’ll take her to the rehab place to see her friend, it’s quite a way from where she lives and difficult to get to by public transport. Better go and check on directions as it’s a long time since I’ve driven to that particular place.
Welcome back, Peaches!