Oh, God, LUTEFISK… I haven’t had it but my stepdad is from Minnesota. I have heard alllllll about it. shiver
No, Mindfield (I can’t remember half the nicknames, must lurk more consistently), I don’t want anybody else to get snow if they don’t want it. I want it here. Snow brings skiers. That means I, and the entire area, have jobs. They’re saying we should get an inch or two tonight, which means more on the mountain, and means it’s plenty cold enough for the snowmaking to really work well. Finally. Winter’s coming.
I wonder if the car guys would put my snow tires on Tuesday or Wednesday and let me pay them Friday?
It had to be an accident and the phrase “alcohol was involved” was at the conclusion of the story. I figure Lars was on a bender and Lena was going to teach him a lesson. But she had had a sip or two herself and -------
I think I mentioned this a Monday or three back but a friend actually did graduate from St Olaf. Lutefisk is one thing ---------- imagine college cafeteria lutefisk. I have had nightmares about such things. Sort of like “The Blob”, with Steve McQueen saying “uffda” a lot.
I am however trying to help my Hubby pick his benefits for next year as the medical plans the company offers have completely changed. I have a spreadsheet going to model the impact of the 2 new plans using the usage data that he and his kiddos racked up this year.
I was soooooo glad I that I didn’t have to choose this year til hubby begged me and promised me mexican food and the good beer next Friday when I land if I helped him pick.
The general belief amongst everyone I have talked to is they are getting screwed as costs doubled last year and this year they are doubling again.
When I first read this, I thought you were putting on your medical cap and giving a name to what is wrong with me. Then I realized that you were talking about soup. D
I did hear back from the doctor and he said that I should discontinue taking the higher dose for the rest of the week and call them on Monday to let them know how I’m feeling.
Right now I’m feeling exhausted and wishing I could take a nap. But there’s no time for that.
But it’s *medical *soup! And it’s so good! Now you’ve got me craving Greek food, and there’s such a shortage of Greek places around here. I’ll have to wait for the Dickens Christmas Fair and a vist to my friends at the Greek food booth.
Meanwhile, work is mayhem. From the “I didn’t know they could do that!” files - we’re being required to work overtime because there’s so much work to catch up on. As long as the IRS doesn’t eat too much of it, there will be some nice paychecks coming.
That aspect of Six Sigma doesn’t bother me so much… it’s more some of the formal processes that I find to be unecessarily complicated, especially because they’re often applied in cases where they create more work than they save.
Then again, it may just be the Six Sigma types I’ve worked with in the past. Most of them didn’t feel comfortable going to the bathroom without first analysing things to death in order to ensure they were using the most efficient, streamlined and repeatable process possible. :rolleyes:
I ended up scrapping the training for now and attended an information session on our testing plan instead. In case anyone’s curious, the training would probably have been more interesting.
Attention client who has taken most of their business elsewhere even though I bent over backwards to accomodate their needs yet still has the gall to redeem their in-house perks: When I have driven 20 miles to bring you free food and you know I have other plans later in the day, would it be that much trouble to show up ON TIME? :rolleyes:
I’m a German former Lutheran. We don’t do lutefisk. We do jello molds with marshmallows in them.
Just a hint, folks: Just because you’re coming into town for a funeral does not give you the right to be a jackass to the desk staff. We’re sorry for your loss, but we still think you’re a dick. And don’t claim to be the person who started the rugby team at a university in front of a fellow alumna who had a class with the people who started the rugby team. Now you’re not just a dick, you’re a damn liar.
Ok, I threw out Ruble. Y’all get to work on what would be suitable for a nickname.
Howdy Y’all! Today at work I dutifully completed three online trainings which, if’n I had wanted to, I could’ve finished in forty-five minutes. However, I choose to strrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetttttttttttccccccccchhhhhhhhhhh it out to the two alloted hours cause, well I didn’t wanna be there anyways. But it is four down and one to go for me.
Have I mentioned that I am entertaining guests tomorrow night? Why, yes I am insane to do that after working all day. It ain’t like that’s a surprise!
Anywho, thanks to the marvel of my big electric smoker and a freezer, two <snerk> smoked butts <snerk> are all chopped up and prepared for bbq. I have made coleslaw, and have baked beans ready to cook tomorrow. Plus I made a sheetcake and iced it with nummy homemade caramel icin’. All since I have been home today. Of course, I had the forethought to take the <snerk> butts <snerk> out to thaw yesterday. Tomorrow it shall warm up nicely in a slow cooker after I get home from work.
I think Sam, our regular mailman has the week off. He normally delivers to us right around 1 PM, but lately, the mail has been later and later. Yesterday, it didn’t show up until 5:15, and in the wrong boxes. We have curbside “rural” boxes, so it was an easy fix to swap the mail around, but still… the boxes have names and addresses on them. Shouldn’t be too difficult!
Gonna miss Sam. He really has been one of the better and nicer carriers I’ve met. Doesn’t hurt that he’s also a woodworker.
Guys are stupid. I don’t want confessions of undying love or nice dinners or expensive jewelry. I just want to know that I’m in your thoughts, you know, most of the time. If you come home at some ungodly hour on a Friday night before you are jaunting off for an entire weekend with the guys, don’t come home and treat me like I’m a petulant child when I’m less than happy with you. Would it kill you to come home an hour early so we could actually, you know, see each other for a bit since we won’t see each other during the weekend and barely get to see each other during the week as it is?
“Oh, well, sorry I was late, you know what it’s like when I go out drinking with Jim. It always ends late.”
ARGH. And I just know he’s going to go whine to his buddies this weekend about how unreasonable and needy I am because I am, you know, a woman.
It’s not that I have to be with him every second of every day. I’m perfectly fine with him going away with the guys for the weekend. I’m perfectly fine with him staying out late and getting drunk every now and then. But sometimes he’s so inconsiderate about little things. Really? You couldn’t tear yourself away just AN HOUR earlier from the booze so you’d be home at 2am instead of 3am?
And then I get annoyed at myself because I feel like I’m being petty.
Sometimes I wonder just how high I am on his list of priorities.
(I don’t really, I know he loves me, but he does manage to push my buttons sometimes.)
As soon as I got home, I got into grubbies and started emptying the living room. **FCD **got here and we moved the piano. Then he started working on the bathroom floor tiles and I started scrubbing the grubby areas of the walls. I threw together some mac-n-cheese for supper, then I started painting. Daughter manned the roller and I cut in with the trim brush. First coat was done just before 8. She’ll help him in the bathroom tomorrow, and I’ll put the second coat on the walls. I should be able to touch up the couple of bad spots on the baseboard, too. Then on Sunday, I’ll get out the carpet steamer.
And somewhere in there, I need to do some laundry… Dang, I’m tired.
A week from today, we’ll be heading south. Lots to get done before then - I expect I’ll be a lot tireder before we get to Ocala. But we’ll have a beeyooteefull living room!
**Haze **- any chance you can corner Mr. Clueless and tell him what you told us in a calm, non-threatening, bloodshed-free manner? That, or whap him upside the haid…
I’m starting to feel like a widow or something… The Boy has been working til all hours of the morning for the past week, and apparently he has to go into the office both Saturday and Sunday.
If I didn’t see him in the mornings when we both get up for work, I might have started to wonder if he even exists at all.
I will be soooooo glad when we get to Cozumel, because I’ll have him all to myself for an entire week (okay, fine, I have to share him with the other dozen people who are going to the wedding, but it’s a small price to pay). Less than two weeks to go! Yay!
Haze I’m also for the clue by four whack upside the haid.
gotti I have a maillady. She’s the best. I can tell when she’s not on the route because I will always have mail with my house address but from one road over whenever she does not deliver the mail. I’ve gotten to know those folks sorta. One of us will call the other and say, “I got your mail, got any of mine?” Then either I’ll go over there or one of them will come over to da cave so we can get the mail we were supposed to get. All I can figure is the sub has a major case of teh stoopids.
MOOOOOOM if you get really inspired to paint, it wouldn’t be too far out of the way to swing by here on your way to Ocala. My livin’ room needs a paint job too. Just sayin’.
Ok, time for more caffiene and tummy says to forage.
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