Wouldn’t you know it’d come back just as I was getting ready to go do something constructive?!? I’m still gonna go work a bit. I’ve decided to disassemble and remove the furniture from the little green bedroom, since that room is to be the storage site when the kids move it. So I’ll be selling the captain’s bed, the chest, and the bookshelf. They’re all that heavy cargo-type furniture, but the set is in decent shape - I figure I should get $100-$150 for it. So I’ll take some pics and post a local ad. Then put the furniture in the garage and stack boxes starting at the back wall. Yay.
So while I’m busy, youse guys behave yourselves and don’t trash the mumper lounge.
doggio, I don’t think my subconscious hates mumpers - I think it likes to toy with them like a cat tortures an innocent human. Don’t take it personally…
That’s an excellent sappy song, beebs, except that the Humane Society appropriated it – and Sarah herself – for an ad that runs incessantly on BBC America showing all these poor abused animals, so I’ve taken to putting on my headphones and shutting my eyes whenever I hear that song. Thanks, Humane Society, ruin good sappiness for me.
But I can see why a young man might find it humiliating to be discovered listening to it.
Our evening plans to go to the Shamrockfest and see Carbon Leaf and Great Big Sea are somewhat on hold – Papa Tigs has been feeling awful for a couple of days, and it also is supposed to cool off and start raining, which would be the last thing he needs, to stand outside in the cold rain, even for Great Big Sea. So we shall see.
I plan to win that ugly house. And then we’ll sell it and buy one somewhere we want to live. So you’re all invited for one big blowout before we sell it!
I don’t think I even entered the Dream House contest this year. That’s how ugly I thought that house was.
I *thought * I was taking my daughter job hunting today, but she reminded us that she wants to do it tomorrow and had told us so. This puts a serious crimp in my bike riding plans for tomorrow. Arrrgh. I should be a mean mommy and make her take the bus just like I used to have to do when I was a teenager.
I did take it much easier on the track last night. I worked out mainly with machine weights and a rowing machine. I only did a about a mile and a half around the track and only about half of it was running.
I’m still slightly swollen, but the swelling has gone down some.
We watched No Country for Old Men last night. I thoroughly enjoyed it, but was having problems staying awake. We didn’t start watching the movie until fairly late, so I was tired to begin with anyway.
Since I don’t have to take my daughter job hunting today, I should do stuff around the house. Maybe I’ll be a productive person and do chores…or not…we’ll see.
I wish I could. I guess I’ll just have to sit here and listen to them on my new toy instead. sigh (Have I mentioned I love some things about my job? I can hang around on the Dope and listen to music and stuff and nobody cares as long as I do what I need to do.)
Well, I just talked to my 87-year-old mother, who’s sick as a dog with a nasty urinary tract infection. Between that and the powerful antibiotics she’s on, she’s totally miserable. At least she has lots of people close by to keep an eye on her!
I just found out yesterday that the wheelchair bound brother of a former friend of mine was run over and killed a few days ago. I ran into the husband of this former friend and he told me all about it. It was all over the news here, but I didn’t make the connection.
As it turns out, the young man was up out on a road at nearly 11:00 pm at night. He some how veered out into traffic and was struck by a guy in a pick-up truck. The motorist was in no way impaired, so no charges will be filed. I’m sure that guy must just feel awful.
The family, of course, is completely broken up by this. This former friend has had a rough few years; her mother died of cancer, she almost lost her marriage, she got breast cancer (and is recovering), and now this.
I feel badly for them.
Man, I kind of have a headache. I think I’m going to get some Motrin.
I just gave Nat a bath. The look of betrayal, outrage, and broken innocence was fantastic. At what age do they start liking baths? Anyway, I just got him to sleep. I sympathise, Dotty. Isn’t it too bad that it would be wrong to give sleep drugs to kids?
Thanks for the hugs. Sigh. She was old, but… but… she was my Aunt! And that means my Dad is old! Aagh. I knew that, but now I feel all worried and paranoid in spite of the fact that Dad’s in good shape. He’s still 76. And she was so nice and I’ll miss her.
I think we still have thousands of chocolate eggs. I think I’ll eat one, unless I can find something else for lunch. Mr. Lissar’s at the dojo until 2:30, then we have a firned coming over, and then we’ll either go to Mass or sit around staring at the walls and eating chocolate. Well, I’ll eat chocolate.
Taters, that’s terrible. :: hugs :: Your friend will be in my prayers.
Puck, chicken and dumplings sounds lovely. I’m thinking of beans and rice myself. I feel like some comfort food today.
So I did go bowling last night, except I didn’t bowl - I just had some drinks and watched my friends make fools out of themselves. When I went out for a smoke I met two guys who insisted on introducing me to their friends and buying me a drink. It’s really amazing how easy it is to get a free drink simply by being female. :dubious:
Break time! I took the photos and posted my ad. No calls yet.
I’ve taken the bookshelf into the garage (it was a short one) and I emptied all of the drawers in the chest (they were full of VHS tapes) sorted the purchased ones from the ones we taped, and boxed them. The drawers are all in the garage and the chest carcass is sitting by the door - I’m waiting for FCD to help me take it out. It’s just heavy and bulky enough that I could hurt myself. I may just donate the prerecorded ones to the library if they want them. The ones we taped off cable will just be trashed, since it’d be illegal to sell them.
Jeans in the dryer, colored stuff in the washer. Once I’ve rested a bit, I’ll move more crap out of the way in that room, then disassemble the bed. I can take those pieces out to the garage myself. Then I can move our stuff to one side and leave the rest of the space for the kids’ stuff. And that’ll bring us one step closer to the big move. Yay me!
No St. Pat’s partying here. First off, neither of us is Irish (tho FCD might have some in his bloodline somewhere. My family is all Polish.) Secondly, neither of us much likes to drink. Thirdly, it’s not till Monday and we work for a living, dammit. We don’t go partying on worknights!!! So, no, not us.
In Chicago, though, the partying always happens on the weekend before. Last year we started drinking at 10am and didn’t stop till midnight. I’ve never been hungover at 5pm before. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.
