It’s just been like that, folks. Just like that. I can’t seem to keep organized lately, and I blame the first one that posts a reply to the MMP today!
Yes. It’s your fault. All your fault. And I think the high gas prices are your fault, too. And Global Warming, and Rickets. And my favorite underpants have a hole in 'em - that’s your fault, too! My crabgrass? Well, just because it’s winter and the grass is hibernating (or whatever it does) doesn’t mean it’s not your fault. What else? Hmmm…
Goiters! All you! And “New Coke” - that was your idea, too, wasn’t it? Inflation? Come on, now. We know. All you. And por spllineg? You! You! You!
That’s it. I guess this is the worst MMP ever. I told you you’d need me to really stink it up. Late, lame, short. Bwa-HA-ha-ha. Ahem. Please proceed.
Remember the edit function! It ruins all attempts to make fun of people, anymore.
Magic Eyes – I haven’t forgotten your request for a cheese grits receipe from last week. I admit, I usually just make grits and throw cheese, garlic and butter in them until they scream, but I thought for a novice I’d better look up a recipe. I found about five that sound fantastic. One involves jalapenos. I’ll try and get it typed up this week.
Speaking of this week, I have no appointments I must attend to. But next week, I have to take me to the dentist, genie son to the dentist and daughter to the orthodontist. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. I just don’t have time for this work stuff.
Excellent OP, it tells me everything I need to know. Now I know who to blame - it’s you lot!
I had some cheesecake this lunchtime. Yes, cheesecake. Made with that cheese. It wasn’t too bad really except Bubble decided to put chocolate in it. So it tasted very much of chocolate, not much of peppermint, not at all of cheese and thus wasn’t all that brilliant.
It’s not that I don’t like chocolate, it’s just that she used Cadbury’s. Hmm…I know I’ve mentioned it to her before, but that stuff’s worse than dog chocolate. Well, no, that’s not entirely true, I’ve had some Hershey’s stuff before, now that’s real dog chocolate.
You know, if we’re going to get into a “bad doggio” fest, I want to know why!
OTOH, what’s with males and holey underwear? I understand about the four standard holes, one for each part that must exit the underwear at some point, but my last roomie had clavinkleins (promise, that brand was the cheapest he had) that looked like the ghost of a fishing net. Last Saturday I went to do my laundry and it was evident that the previous occupant of “my” washer and dryer had just forgotten his stuff, so I plugged mine into the washer and proceeded to empty the dryer and fold his stuff. Apart of finding out that Mr. W. over in 1.4 must be a Wolfgang (one of the black sports shirts has “wolfi” printed on it), I found out that he owns three black undershorts and two navy ones, all holey.
It must be something specific to blokes (and QD!) because 'im indoors is exactly the same. He got almost upset when he realised I’d been through his underwear drawer and disposed of the ones with the unnecessary holes in…I justified it by reminding him that some of those things just weren’t worth washing!
Holey underwear is holy underwear for us blokes. Yes, underwear does not wear out, it disintegrates. It’s just one of them nature laws. Therefore we have to blame the underpantsgnomes not taking care of business :dubious:
Everyone knows men wear holey underwear in rebellion of their mother’s constant warning to wear clean underwear in case they get into an accident.
Who in hell gets goiters anymore since we all use Mortons??
Mr. Anachi is watching too much HGTV. This weekend he decided he needed to start making some landscape islands in the back yard. While he was buying some wall blocks, he spotted a bench that he just HAD to buy to plunk down under one of the trees in the middle of the island. I think this is just a ploy. He thinks I won’t notice that he is digging up extra dirt for said island from right where he plans to put in a spool. I’m too smart for that one.
In other news, I am wearing my too tall heels that I cannot walk in. Why? Because the slacks I am wearing are too long. Sometimes my smartometer is on the fritz.
I feel like I work with all the seagulls from Nemo - all crying “mine mine mine…”
No - you may not wear sandals while driving a school bus. Irregardless of the weather, it is a written regulation, and state law. Go away.
No - because I misspelled the name of the street you live on does not make “null and void” the letter firing you. And, no you may not demand that I issue you a paycheck today. You will be paid in full on the 15th, because that’s what the law says I need to do. Go away.
No - you may not take a day off because you’re distraught over the kids killed in the car crash this weekend. I have 3 drivers going straight from their buses this morning to grief counseling, because they saw some of those kids every day, including one that lived across the street from one. I myself was up at 3 to meet with the leadership team at 4 am and am helping to plan transportation for a service at the high school, meanwhile you’re distraught because your son used to have a math class with one of kids, hardly (as you admitted) knew her really, but is upset and needs you home. NO - he, as everyone at the school has been saying, needs to be in school today, seeing a counselor, talking with his friends, not BS’ing you into believing he’ll stay home and be useless. Get your butt to work.
And you - “supervisor” with the calf that has a bad cough. it’s not YOUR calf, it’s your son’s, it’s not at your house, it’s at the farm he boards it at. Two other people are off today - one having surgery, one at his MIL’s funeral. Let your 19 year old son take care of his own livestock.
I don’t like my underwear to have more than the minimum required number of holes. But that’s just me.
I went bowling for the first time in about 15 years Saturday night. The first game was great, finished just under 200. Then all hell broke loose. They shut off the normal lights, turned on black lights, had really bad music playing loudly, had a television screen drop in front of me from the ceiling - I tell ya, it wasn’t bowling, it was HELL!!!
I guess I’m going to have to find a better time than a weekend night to do this now. I’m trying to get back in practice for a Junior Acheivement fundraiser next month. I’m on the team that Technical Thingies put together.
Morning, everybody! Gah, I’m tired. I spent all weekend playing computer games. It’s amazing how much that tires you out. There’s a game based on Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express, and they changed the ending just enough that it was a suprise, yet kept all the evidence the same so it was totally out of left field. And then I had to read the book, which was included with the game. I love that book, but I had forgotten that Hercule Poirot is an egotistical jackass. There’s also a game version of And Then There Were None (politically correct “sailor boys” instead of the Indians, of course) that drove me nuts, because really–who’d think of collecting rotten apples, a boat propeller, a scrap of cheesecloth, and a glass and then making apple cider to throw on a wall of thorns so I goat would eat them? Stupid games.
This week, alas, is hardcore job-hunt week. I suppose I’ve had enough time off. It’s time to start moving. Don’t wanna. whine whine whine But I suppose I’ll run out of money, if I don’t.
Rosie, by the way, I did get your e-mail, I’m just trying to sort out my plans for that weekend and see if I can at least stop by. I’ll keep you posted!
Let’s see … what else? Oh, I finally saw The DaVinci Code this weekend. I enjoyed the book when I read it, not because it was great literature, but because it was fun, and because I figured some stuff out before the characters did. The movie was one of the most faithful book representations I’ve ever seen, and despite all the reviews to the contrary, I didn’t hate it.
And I think that’s about all I’ve got. I need to leave the house and go buy stuff that will get me through the day. Alas, I’d have to take a shower first, and that seems to be where my grand plan hits its first snag. I haven’t been awake long enough for that yet.
Morning all! I’ve just woken up to a stressful day: my thesis advisor wants me to add another text to my project and I got my Internet bill which is full of first time fees. AHH.
Ha! The nuns had their ruler-rapping claws on me for a few years, doggio so I can’t even claim that!
(From last week) – LiLi, I enjoyed reading about the ceremony, as part of your inititation in the Church! It’s always a thrill for me, along with Baptisms, to see new members welcomed!
Morning, all. <yawn> I am so not interested in doing much of anything today. The only thing I have to do is go let the vampires suck out a pint of my blood for my surgery. <yawn>
Mornin’ y’all! I have been to the Career Center and filed for UI. Excitement I tell ya! Anywho, I’ll start receiving UI in the next two to three weeks. All in all not a bad experience. So, now begins the job search in earnest.
MBG I feel for ya, but know what? I am so dang glad I don’t have to listen to that stuff anymore. I’m thinkin’ job that does not require endless listening to whining. Blissful!
I promise to check in from time to time. However, I will be busy with the job search thing cause, IMO, the sooner the better. So, just bear with me 'k?
Ah! But ripped underwear attracts careless drivers! If you wear undies with extra holes, your chances of getting run over, taken to Emergency, having your clothes cut off, and being made fun of for having holey underwear are much, much higher.
Morning, everyone.
Thanks, Ellen. We enjoyed it, too. And we’ve just confirmed that, barring death or zombie apocalypse, our best friends will be our godparents, and then get utterly, utterly wasted with us after Easter Vigil. I’m frantically trying to plan the party I’ve been informed we’re throwing (the post-Vigil-Mass-getting-wasted one), to allow for people who can’t eat beef, lamb, dairy, most nuts (snerk!), eggs, and a bunch of other things I can’t remember. I think it’s because it’s comfortably far off. A nice thing to panic about.
My Cat Lady neurotic co-worker is going to be powermad all week. She’ll be the only full-timer there, and she’s already incredibly controlling. I don’t look forward to the next four days.
