Thanks, Cherry! I made instant grits with lots of melted cheese, but it’s not quite the same as real grits. The jalapeno one sounds zesty!
I’m a girl, so I don’t like extra holes in my undies.
Drae and swampy and anyone else who’s unemployed (or under-employed), good luck with the job hunting!
Haze, there’s a law somewhere that says thesis advisors have to be crazy.
welby, if we don’t hear anything from you for the next few days, we’ll just assume you’re down at the county jail. I really don’t believe a chain restaurant would be using un-updated menus. That’s pretty fishy. I think Ass[sub]istant[/sub]Man[Sub]ager[/Sub] Luis is pocketing that extra $2.50 from every customer, that’s what I think.
Mime porn? Ewwww! :eek:
zelie, I vote for the place with the garden! You have to think about the kitties–what would they do without a garden?
MamaTiger, your scarf is gorgeous! I’ve never seen a better-looking scarf!
I started to post about 40 minutes ago, but was called away by a dryer emergency. It seems the son had accidently knocked pen into the lint trap, where it was nestled far enough down that we couldn’t easily get to it. After many attempts, vaccumming, trying to push it up into easier reach, I finally had a “doh!” moment, and stuck some tape on the end of a long ruler and snagged the pen that way. Thank god!
Rue! It’s so nice to see you drop in! We were beginning to wonder if you were ever coming back.
Well, I think I’m going to watch a little TV now.
Oh! Mama Tigs, the scarf pattern is lovely. I apologize for not addressing it earlier, but when I start a post, I inevitably leave something out; not on purpose, there’s just so much going on here sometimes, that I lose track.
Longest Mass I’ve been to was something like 6 hours. The youth groups from the Franciscan province all met in Rentería; we were greeted by dantzaris (Basque traditional dancers), had a moderate early lunch (meaning nobody ate more than two Subway’s-sized sandwiches) and separated into groups (no group had more than two people from the same town/related/dating), each group preparing a part of the Mass. Usually we’d be in another hall, but the Rentería church only has the church itself, so the parish priest had put up a sign saying “no afternoon mass on thursday, we’re having it at St Michael’s” but evidently not every old woman in the parish had read the sign (the handspan-tall letters probably weren’t big enough, given some of the apparent ages). So several people showed up at different points and spent as long as they wanted and joined up as much as they wanted; one of the old ladies left and came back dragging her daughter and son in law and had a helluva time just seeing the look in their faces. I’d wager they probably hadn’t set foot in the church since their wedding, if then.
Maybe it was 7 hours? Whatever, it was fun! How often do you get a Mass where people are sitting on the floor, laying down on the floor, the altar cover is a rainbow alpaca blanket (the rainbow wasn’t still known in Spain as a gay symbol; in recent years Father Gabriel has had to explain many times that “no, joder, I’m not gay!” - strange calling him “father”, we’ve got pictures of him holding a yelling girl over an open fire and of water-filled balloon fights… he was the main priest at my bro’s wedding and his Star Wars and LoTR quotations woke up several of the non-churchgoing friends) and people don’t just sing at the top of their lungs but dance?
I want to learn to cuss in Russian! That’s a language that sounds like you can do some proper cussin’ in it, it is.
Yesterday I, ah, expressed my opinions about the stuff we’re doing a tad forcefully in Spanish, which my German and Swiss coworkers found quite funny. One of them remarked that he’s always amazed by how in the same situation an Englishman will say “holey moley” and then “sorry”, whereas a Spaniard will rip off something including at least three joder, run out of breath, then when you look at him in amazement wrap up the tirade. I explained that “holey moley” is an euphemism or an euphemism of an euphemism and in Spain we believe that whether you’re praying to God or taking His name in vain you should do it with all the letters. It’s only proper to do so.
I’m afraid of dentists. I go to the Dental Fears Research clinic. Dr Milgrom is my dentist. Dr Weinstein is my dental psychologist. I was supposed to go see Gail, my hygeinist, just before Christmas. I begged off… Holidays and all, you know. Then I didn’t call back. Yeah, I was afraid. They don’t hurt me, ever. They don’t yell at me, ever. Everyone is really nice.
The thing is, Coral, the scheduler, is sneaky. Coral is very British. She’s very kind, yet formal. Today, she called and sweetly reminded me that I must have “forgotten” to call her back. Then we chatted for a little, she asked what was going on, how hubby was, what we had planned… Then she said she had “taken the liberty” of making me an appointment for tomorrow at 1:00 PM. Since she’d already tricked me into telling her I had no plans for tomorrow, I was stuck.
Now, I have to GO TO THE DENTIST! :eek:
I know, I should be grateful, but I hate it. I mean,[sub] oh, shut up![/sub]
I’m at work already, it’s not very exciting and I really don’t recommend it. Would much rather be at home snuggled under my duvet. Still, this is what pays the bills and funds my social life…sacrifices must be made.
Yesterday I had to get the ladder out and go looking for important information on our gas meter (it’s in a cupboard in the kitchen at the top of the wall, we have very high ceilings and it’s very difficult to see anything up there). I’ve had a couple of letters from National Grid saying that our meter was removed and not replaced and they are threatening to get a warrant for forced entry to the house in order to sort out the meter problem, despite the number of times I’ve phoned (and written) to tell them we do have a meter, it’s never been removed (or replaced) and they are welcome to come and look at it as long as they turn up when I’m at home.
Of course, they want to do things to their own time, and that doesn’t suit me - and why should I waste my annual leave just because they can’t get their records straight? Grrrr!
As if that’s not enough, it turns out the electricity company have still not changed the records on the account for the place next door - over a year ago they admitted they’d keyed in the address details wrong and were billing it to our house instead of the right property…they even gave us a £50 goodwill payment because they’d messed up, and still they’re sending me letters about unpaid bills next door. Ha! We have a direct debit for electricity payments, and before that we had a token meter so we had to buy the power before we could use it. So they can stuff that where the sun doesn’t shine.
Heee. Nava’s 7-hour mass story reminded me. A couple of years ago, we had a visiting priest one week. He revealed (among other deep dark secrets) that we might be disturbed at how much one of our priests’ concept of faith is based on Star Trek. (Our Easter Vigil always runs over 2 hours, btw; I think it was shorter than usual last year, but still over 2.)
Guess I should get back to trying to sleep. I can still get an hour in.
Am I the only one who thinks it’s sad when one of the nicest guys I know (intelligent, witty, handsome, caring), who would have girls lining up if he could marry, says things like “damnit, I’m sick of people seeing the blanket and saying ‘ohmyGodyou’re gay! I knew it, all priests are gay!’ It’s a blanket my brother sent from his parish in Perú and I’d say I’m old enough to know whether I miss ass or cunt. Damnitall.”
I swear, it’s the one thing that makes me want to go to Rome and explain a few things to the guy in white. In excruciating detail, which is a very appropiate way for explaining things to the Pope.
Now that folks is how you make an offer! So, just [del]who[/del] what would I be scrubbin’ gotti?
Rosie I hope you’re feeling better. Same goes for all you others who have The Sick in one form or another.
It’s foggy and warmish here this morning. That probably means storms later on today. I’d love a good thunderstorm myself, specially since I don’t have to go anywhere.
Ok, I’m all caffienated, so, I will clean up and job hunt some more. Who knows what exciting employment opportunities will come my way today!
that’s where being Jewish comes in handy. You’re already awake on Friday anyway - so grab some dinner and go to shul. And if you belong to a reform synagogue, you don’t even have to get all gussied up.
Plus, if you thought ahead on Saturday, when you finally do wake up on Sunday, there’s bagels and lox with cream cheese and vadalia onion slices. Mmmm, mmm
Well it’s in the 40s here, rainy, and the temperature is expected to get up into the 50s today and tomorrow. So no snow or ice for us.
The youngest stepdaughter to be was whining last night because there are two concerts coming to town next month, and she thinks she can only afford to go to one (and that’s only if she gets tickets for her birthday). I grabbed Sunday’s classified ads, the section with a lot of job listings, and handed it to her. “This can help you out.” She went into her room and didn’t come out for the rest of the night.
So, just [del]who[/del] what would I be scrubbin’ gotti?
