For some reason this strikes me as really disturbing.
Just made myself a breakfast omlette sandwich. It was gooooooooood.
Now I’m trying to decide whether I want to brave the cold and go to a local used bookshop, or hole up inside and refuse to move. Decisions, decisions.
oh, the second one, by all means. Take the kittehs with you and snuggle up.
right. he was an idiot. I got that. I guess I could appreciate his idiocy more if he thought the field was unowned. Otherwise he isn’t just a moron, he’s obnoxious and rude to intentionally use someone else’s property without permission *whether or not * you think they’ll find out.
I abhor rudeness, if you haven’t guessed 
Good morning everyone. I’ve been up for quite some time.
I’m trying to get myself motivated to hop in the shower. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to get my hair done today. I’m seriously overdue for a color job and cut.
Still nothing of note going on, just the same ol’, same ol’. Today is my RDO, so you’d think I’d put it to good use to get stuff done.
I guess I should finish my coffee and get going.
Me too. I’m happy that I finally was able to catch jerks like this in the act…
BTW, I just sent a fax to the logging company threatening them with service of a warrant for destruction of real property. The fun begins…
Bobbio, I hope you can get thing worked out with this company. I also hope they do it with a minimum of fuss on their part. Jeeze Louise, people can be presumptious, can’t they?
Afternoon, everybody. I was actually a Good Girl this morning and got up and worked before reading the Dope – I had to get a transcript done, and was afraid if I stopped by here it might be far too long before I left. As is usually the case. 
(That “ugliest building in the world” thread has some links that are superb time-wasters!)
Anyway, I finished the transcript, then ran to the drugstore to pick up a scrip, and am now back home looking out my window at the cold, grey gloom. It’s kinda half-heartedly spitting freezing rain, and it’s just plain yucky. A good day to hibernate and drink hot chocolate. Which, thanks to my foresight last weekend, I have a-plenty now!
Good luck with the Trespassing Lumberjacks*, Bobbio! That’s really annoying the way they think that just cause they’re out in the country, they can do whatever they want. Like property owners cease caring just because they’re not within city limits. Anyway, I know you’ll give 'em hell! 
HRH just gets cuter by the day, Dotty!
I know there were other things I was going to say, but the ol’ mind is blank right now. So I shall go back to my next job, due Monday, but which is one of my favorites – interesting subject, great sound quality, and, most importantly, even though it’s a board meeting with 11 people involved, they always, always take turns speaking. Sometimes it’s the small things that mean the most!
*Dare I say it? Band name!
Actually, I stole the line from a thread. Cough.
Quick drive-by. Winter storm warning here,very snowy. HRH is so very adorable.
I think Nat’s gained a pound since last night. He looks worried. He does good worried, and you-just-kicked-my-puppy, ans zen calm.
Gnat & HRH - a match made in MMP heaven!
FCD’s version, as sung to his darling daughter eons ago:
I’m a little teapot
Short and stout
Here is my handle
Here is my spout
When you tip me over hear me shout:
Sock it to me, baby, let it all hang out!
Dotty, HRH has the cutest expression in the pic!
**Bobbio ** - KICK ASS!!
**doggio ** - take a day off, dammit! Because I said so!!!
Incidentally, I’m home early due to a bit of a 'tude. We had a staff meeting/lunch today, and once it was over, I decided I didn’t want to do anything else. So I went and told the boss I was leaving, and found out I’d be out the door about 2 minutes ahead of him! Great minds and all that!
Speaking of work, we have an electronic bulletin board where folks post stuff for sale (like the gazillion Girl Scout Cookie posts) or stuff wanted or requests for doctor recommendations - miscellany like that. Yesterday, I saw one unlike any I’d ever seen before: Wanted - Kidney donor. :eek: A guy was posting it for a friend who is in need of a kidney transplant. He’s not compatible, so he’s asking if anyone else would be interested. That seems just a tad out of place, but I don’t think I have a major problem with it. Still, it’s weird snuggled in there between the notice for free baby formula coupons and the stereo for sale.
Glad it’s Firday. 'nuff said.
::Pulls up chair to watch the bobbio takedown.::
Oh. . . I’m not denying there’s a certain sense of schadenfreude that one feels when watching someone else get their comeuppance.
I’m just a little skeptical that if karma points existed, they’d get awarded for malicious glee. Unless, of course, you were aiming to be a sea slug in your next life and you’re collecting bad karma points, then you’re good to go!
I’m showered and cleaned up and have a hair appointment for 1:00.
Hmm, thought I’d have more to say, but I guess I don’t. Just not much going on, I guess.
On a less exciting note, I am such the SDMB geek. The following is an actual excerpt from an e-mail I wrote this morning explaining the software setup for something I’ve been working on.
I still haven’t heard if the intended audience got the joke…
I got it…
Bobbio, that’s not SDMB, that’s South Park! Sheesh! No Underwear Gnomes for you!
yes, but it is used in here almost as much as “3. Hi, Opal”
I’ve stopped off at home for a few minutes and my dad has the TV on REALLY REALLY LOUD!
I think I’ll be headed to TVLand very soon.
My mom is still in the hospital and will be transported to a rehab hospital tomorrow because she is unable to find her balance when they try to make her use the walker.
I’ve had to cancel my hair appointment. As I was getting ready to leave, I noticed my son’s eyes were wet. I asked him if he was crying, and he pulled out a letter from his school.
It turns out one of his friends died last night. To make matters worse (as if they could be), he committed suicide. This boy was in ninth grade, the same as my son.
I feel so helpless in the face of my son’s pain, but all I can do is be there for him. My son and this young man were fairly good friends all through seventh and eighth grade, but as my son put it, he had “started down a bad path” this last year. I asked him what he meant by that, he told me that he knew this boy had started smoking weed. Now, I, as well as the rest of you, know that weed in and of itself, does not make people want to commit suicide. There’s something else going on. I don’t know, maybe he was doing other stuff besides weed.
At any rate, as sad as my son is, I can’t leave him here alone.
I didn’t know this boy, but I just can’t imagine the pain his poor parents must be feeling.
Wow, I’m getting all choked up as I write this. I have to quit for now.
{{{{{{**Taters ** & TaterBoy}}}}}}