ICE DAY!!! Our wussy command is closed for the day. The rest of the base is on 2-hour delay. Not that I’m complaining. I got to get some extra sleep and that’s always a treat. NASA Goddard is closed till noon, so **FCD ** is home, too. Nothing like quality time with my sweetie and the critters. Although quality time with my sweetie is *quite * different from quality time with the critters. *Very * different…
So, today’s plans include cleaning the kitchen floor. Maybe vacuuming. And if it thaws as they’ve promised, I’ve got an errand or two to run. Oh yeah, you know it’s my jet-setting lifestyle.
Everyone else in the path of any storm, stay safe and dry and warm.
Little green balls of death - that’s perfect for the obnoxious little, pre-contained farts.
We’re in school today - though I was up at 3 again to make sure. From the news reports, it sounds like we didn’t get hit nearly as hard as some of the people closer to the lake. And Indiana.
I have a budget meeting with the business manager here today at 2. I hate budget time, and I hate meetings.
BooFae I’ll send you my [del]fart blossoms[/del] brussels sprouts but you don’t have to send me any cheese. :eek:
Rosie sorry you’re all stuffy and achy. Prayers and good thoughts headed your way.
FCM are you sayin’ FCD does not like ear skritches and bellyrubs?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. LISSAR!!!
If he wants a song he has to join up. I only sing to signed up cool kids.
A special Valentine to all the cool kids…
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OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I’M SENDIN’ MY NOSE TO ARIZONA!
I’M SENDIN’ MY LIVER TO PERUUUUUU!
I’M SENDIN’ MY KIDNEY TO SYDNEY!
BUT I’M SENDIN’ MY HEART TO YOUUUUUU!!!
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I’m a smart little girl who went outside and cleaned off her snow-covered car before getting all gussied up for the job interview. I’m waiting until I can feel my fingers again before I get into the shower, though.
Holey mother of Og’s lace panties! This is, bar none, the most craptacularly asstastic day of the season. The storm hit alright. Like Mike Tyson on a bad date. At present, it’s blowing like a $500 ho and snowing like a coke fiend’s wet dream. None of the roads I take are plowed as yet, and the sidewalks are piled a good 12-15" high with snow – higher where the drifts have accumulated. The shoveling of the small walkway that my supervisor did just outside our side door at 7:30am this morning has been rendered null and void already. The short walk from my work-local supermarket to work could legitemately be considered excersize. I think I burned off 50 calories or so just slogging in this morning. We haven’t had a single-day dumping of this magnitude in some time.
And it’s blowing in from the northeast; precisely the opposite direction I intended for it to go. Why would you do this to me, LiLi? Why?
harumph
Oh well. Happy Valentine’s Day anyway.
Little Green Balls of Death. Fitting name for them. They’re like Og’s way of saying, “there are consequences for those who have unfortunate taste in food.”
I’ll be back this afternoon to catch up. I have school this morning.
Mornin’. It’s snowing here, a lot. In fact, it’s snowing here so much that the following things happened:
Yesterday we all got an email from the president of Dartmouth, the gist of which was: "Some of you have inquired about whether the College has to shutdown tomorrow because of the predicted snowstorm. The weather tomorrow certainly does not look promising, but I have lived in New England long enough to know that forecasts, particularly involving nor’easters, can be complicated. "
Which, if you read between the lines says, “Stop whining, you wusses. We’re Dartmouth. We don’t close because there’s some white stuff on the ground.”
2. Today we all got an email from the president of Dartmouth, the gist of which was: “As a result of today’s snowstorm, the College will be closed today, except for essential workers.”
Oh, irony, how I love thee! Let me count the ways. Not that this matters for me. I have no class on Wednesdays to be canceled, and I still have work to do. So into work I will go.
But, speaking of love …
Now, as Haze and I discussed last night, I’m going to throw rocks at couples. pbtltbtlbth
We’re having a snow/ice day here too–although it’s just a dusting, there’s ice everywhere becuase it rained all day yesterday. Thanks goodness for my mama, who lives up the street; my older kids are with her today whilst I work.
I love the little green balls of death! Well, I hate them, but my husband loves them, so I sent him a link to the story!
I was just handed two little snickers bars. Yum! How will I resist eating them?
Frankly, I’m baffled. We were supposed to get crazy amounts of snow last night and this morning and barely a flake has fallen, but that is not what baffles me. I got to work a little early this morning (i.e. around 8 rather than 9) and the parking lot was empty. Normally I need to park either at the very back of the lot or across the street when I get here closer to 9, but getting here at 8 shouldn’t make that much difference as most of the government types arrive at 7. No one is here. The building is as dead as a government holiday. I am the only person from this entire division, government or contractor, in the building today… its very lonely here…
I can’t imagine why no one is here, the roads are fine, the weathers clear, its a bit cold but that is nothing new. Perhaps the winter storm warnings yesterday were enough to work as an excuse to take hump day off.
Tonight for Singles Awareness DayMeli and I and a group of friends are all going to see The Vagina Monologues. I’ve never seen it before, but outside of the occasional controversy surrounding it I’ve heard good things.
swampy, that song was, well, better 'n American Idol!
Happy Birfday to li-li’s primary husband!
Good luck on the interview, drae!
No snow signs are still working. I’m enjoying the blizzard vicariously through my home town news. If you scroll down, there’s a web cam. That’s how I likes my snow.
ANOTHER Snow day. Grrrrrr. ALL the streets are clear. The HS has classes AGAIN. What is wrong with our wimpy elementary district? Is this the fortitude needed to shoulder through the future?
I think not. Hmmmph.
<glares at Nava > with Icey BLUE eyes> Who you callin’ liar, Missy?
I loathe Brussel sprouts–they can keep 'em in Brussels.
OMG-I just looked outside…there is a snow squall outside. A minute ago, the sun was shining…now it is snowing furiously-HUGE flakes, unlike yesterday. WTH?
Handyman here working on the basement. Daughter upstairs, sick with head-cold, but needs to go in at 11:30 for a test. Husband “helping” Handyman. I am surrounded. Don’t these people know that I <channels Greta Garbo> Vant To Be Alone?
Happy Valentine’s Day, I guess. <takes lying blue eyes off to skim rest of Dope>
**Happy Valentine’s Day! **
We’re not really celebrating. I’m the sort of cheap grump that refuses to be told that I have to spend money to express my love on This Particular Day. Bah humbug. I don’t love KeithT any more today than any other day so why should I be forced to buy over priced candy today? Grrrr.
But I am going to hit up Target tomorrow to stock up on cheap post-Valentine’s candy for work. We need enough to hold us until after Easter when all the Easter candy goes on sale! After that we’re in trouble though: I don’t think post-Easter Peeps will hold out until Halloween!
Methinks I am slightly hungover. Friends and I braved our way to the pub last night and stayed way past the actual quiz had ended. It was actually quite fun.
Then, That Guy (if you’ll remember him from previous posts; he’s the one with the girlfriend) called me at 2 in the morning to tell me that he’s still trying to work things out in his head and that, whatever comes of it, what happened between us wasn’t just some drunken fling. I suppose that was a comfort to hear - although after what happened Superbowl night I’ve been trying mostly to put it all out of my head. I just told him honestly that I really like him but I wasn’t going to ask him to do something he obviously wasn’t ready to do. He replied that he knew it was something he had to work out on his own, but that he just wanted me to know he’s still thinking of me. I’m still not exactly sure why he called, but it’s stirred up the whole stew of emotions inside of me all over again. ARGH.
At least we’re being careful about not being alone together when we’re drunk. Last night at the pub both of us were slightly tipsy (well, he was tipsy; I was happily drunk) and I could feel the tension building up again. :smack: Luckily we were with a bunch of friends and we all hitched a ride in his car, so there was never any danger of us being alone.
Augh. Have much work to do today. Must trudge through snow. And throw rocks at happy couples, as Spats and I agreed to do yesterday. Yay.
I had to post to relate the latest weird dream. (The RLS drug I am on gives me really weird dreams, in case I haven’t already told ya’ll that.) In this dream I am in a pet store, and walking down the aisle where the cat litter pans are located. I notice they are marketing a new disposable litter pan - this one is covered and has a little flap door. On the door is a picture of Celine Dion.
I’ve really got to get a journal and start writing some of these down.
Went to Tip-a-Snake last night - we got Connor as our waiter. It was a pretty good time. The food was horrible this year, and they really seemed to be rushing us - they had a circus waiting to load in. The best part was seeing 5 of the guys onstage dancing to “It’s Raining Men”. I didn’t have as good a time as I have in years past, but it is my own fault. (TMI Alert) I stopped taking Depo Provera shots (baaaaaad idea) and have had two visits from Aunt Flo in six weeks. The latest one came with a full dose of the PMS that was the main reason I started the shots in the first place. I was sitting a table full of friends last night and just felt like crying - and did cry when I got home. For no reason at all. I hate PMS! When I go to the doctor on the 20th I’m going to see if I can get back on the shots. (/TMI)
Well, I need to get moving. I have to get Connor’s road bag to the Snakes office by 5, and I have to type up minutes from the last Ex. Board meeting. It is cold out there. Anyone want to run some errands for me?
Well, **FCD ** is on his way home. He got to work only to discover that at 10 - the time he was leaving home - they declared Code Red and closed the facility for the day. So there’s 112 miles of unnecessary driving. BAH!
I’ve done my errands and had lunch. I need to unpack my purchases and empty the dishwasher. By then, my sweetie should be home and I can put him to work!
It was funny at the grocery store - in the short time I was there, I saw at least half a dozen guys buying balloons and flowers. Thank goodness **FCD ** and I decided years ago that we’d ignore this silly-made-up event. Valentine’s Day was fun when it was for kids to send cheesy little cards to each other. But this business of guilting guys into giving diamonds and crap like that - pffffffft! My sweetie knows if he comes home with balloons or jewelry, I’ll probably hurt myself rolling my eyes.
Ah, love…
Incidentally, the sun is out and the ice that sheathed the bare tree branches are breaking loose and pummeling the roof. Poor Scruffy is freaked out. She and Bernie were both a bit disturbed when I took them out for a pee and they got whacked from above. Alas for a dog’s life!
Wee. School’s out. It’s an annual thing here, getting an update seminar on the latest and greatest products we distribute and the problems we’ve had with some of them. Gaskets and trunnions and cranks, oh my! The real challenge with these is staying awake through them. I managed to do pretty well at that part, though.
It’s still furiously blowing white stuff out there. I can’t even open my side door for the massive drift that’s piled up against it.
Nava - Hey, I have blue eyes and I’m not a liar! I’m also incredibly well-endowed and am the next GQ cover model. True story![sup]*[/sup]
Hank - My imagination? The only thing my imagination conjures up in this kind of weather is thoughts of icing up in the middle of my journey home, complete with icicles hanging off my nose. Needless to say, it is not a pleasant thought. In fact, the only thing keeping me going is the fact that the temperatures are supposed to rise towards the weekend.
taxi - Naughty. Hee. Now I’m going giggle every time I think of Timbits.
