Howdy! I am going to bed early too. I spent the day writing the budget for my program at irk and that is a load off. I finally got my irk computer back on Friday after 16 days of not working so now I am playing catch up.
I am so tired of irking. Whine. I need a break but can’t take one as I am still shorthanded.
Glad to know you won’t be moving to the political part of Raleigh.
Damn y’all are a bunch of old fogies. I’m very much bright eyed and bushy tailed. That might be attributed to the two pots of coffee I drank today. (I have a little pot.)
I’m turning 37. I got three of my wisdom teeth in my twenties, probably my mid-twenties. The dentist swore the 4th one would never surface. But guess what! As of a few days ago, the 4th one decided it’s coming up too - I can even see it with a flashlight and mirror. It doesn’t hurt too much, but it’s weird, right?
I finally heard from the realtor but I don’t know what it means.
They stopped taking offers at noon today (I have no idea what time zone) and none of the other offers came through so mine is the only one.
So does that mean they will accept mine or will they reject it and start accepting other offers?
I love answers that are non-answers.
No, not at all.
When we were walking around on our knuckles eating roots and berries, 40 was ancient, and cracking those nuts made us lose teeth.
Evolution has not kept up with modern medicine and antibiotics.
Good morning. I’m awake, and getting ready to have some coffee. It’s going to be a lazy day around here, I think. I can deal with that just fine. It’s going to be a bit rainy and cool, too. Not real thrilled with that, but, I can’t do anything about it. I’ll cope.
Blurf. I am having one of those odd days at irk where I have things to do, but can’t really settle to do any of them. They’re all odd little jobs and for some of them I need to contact students and other folks who appear to be absent for some reason. Oh well, there’s always tea to drink.
Tonight it’s Fat Club so I have to spend the afternoon thinking thin thoughts before I get anywhere near those scales. Apparently afterwards I am dog-walking with my friend. Her neighbour is looking after neighbour’s son’s dog but is too elderly/frail to walk said dog so my friend has offered to do the job. That means I am going on tonight’s dog walk to catch up with friend and her gossip.
I went to bed early because I was tired. Actually, it was only about 30 minutes early after I got done with everything. Unfortunately anxiety has been smothering me like a heavy, thick blanket every morning when I wake up and I usually end up laying there for hours. I’m pretty sure that finding a permanent job would help tremendously.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 55 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 70 for the day. A little cooler than normal for around heah but still nice. The next two days shall have lows in the high 40s and highs in the mid 70s. Not too shabby.
I have to order catfish filets today for the fish ‘n chips over to the church house this Firday evenin’. Thus, I need an answer as to how many folks signed up or are we basin’ the number on last year’s attendance. Or I could just go ahead and order up a big box of filets from the Pubic Sto’. ‘Tis a simple menu of fried catfish filets, coleslaw and fries but does need some prep time plus cookin’ time. Why do I get myself into these things?
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants sustenance. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence. Le sigh.
My first guess is that the sellers hoped for a bidding war and when they didn’t get one, they got all pouty. Now they’ll decide whether your offer is good enough or whether they should counter back. I have to say, I’m not all that impressed with your realtor - we’ve dealt with a lot over the years, and the best were always quick to communicate and inform. The worst ignored us till we called. Heck of a way to run a business…
I was in bed before 9 last night - I was falling asleep while knitting. Apart from **FCD **waking me when he came in, I slept straight thru till nearly 6, so yay. I hear birdies singing, even with the windows shut - dang they’re loud! And it’s supposed to be a mild and sunny day - the magical question is whether or not the shed guy shows up.
As for what else the day will hold - I don’t know. I don’t have to know - I’ll figure it out as I go along! OK, I know part of what it holds - I’ve got to pull the stove out and see if any of the broth mess dripped between the stove and the counter. Then do the same with the fridge. But other than that, I’ll wing it.
Lets see, I got parsley (curled and flat leaf), basil (purple and pesto), rosemary, lavender (french and greek), tri-colored sage, oregeno (greek and lemon), thyme (greek and lemon), catnip, chives, lemon grass and spearmint. I probably forgot something somewhere. I am still looking to get my hands on some lemon basil at least and and anything else that strikes my fancy, but there is still time and space :D, well both literally and figuratively :p. I have an existing bay laurel that doesn’t look so hot after the cold/hot/cold/hot/cold, etc tempartures that we had around here, so may have to restart from scratch. I would like to try my hand at garlic, but thats a fall planting and will happen after the garden plot is created and used this summer.
The kids have taken the car and are headed to a casino for a day of alone time. In the meantime, I will do such exciting things as finish my taxen and mow the yahd for the first time this year.
It’s a grey rainy 53 degrees with a projected high of 65.
I have been mumbling under my breath all morning, things I won’t repeat here about the IQ, parentage, morality, body parts, etc of the HFH.
FCM I’m not real impressed with my realtor either. This is a bank owned house though so you’d think they’d want to sell it quick because the longer it sits empty the more problems it will have. I’m getting irritated though.
I need to pee the dog needs out and of course the the HFH is out there with her fucking hounds from hell which if the stupid cunt had two brain cells to rub together her damn dogs would have some manners and none of us would have to wrap our lives around her fucking shit ass bratty dogs. And that the HFH act like they are doing me a favor by putting their dogs up so mine can come out is just bullshit, unless you want to consider that I am doing them a favor by not punching them in the face every day. No you are not doing me a favor by not doing something you shouldn’t be doing anyway.
It’s not my fault you have to put your dogs up so mine can come out, its your fucking fault for being too goddamn stupid to train your dumb hounds.
But hey, WTF I’m the stupid crazy one.
That is indeed an ungodly hour, she says sipping her coffee on what is technically her Sunday.
I now have ideas for what kind of friends I want my cilantro to have. Not so sure about the lemon herbs though. And definitely not catnip. There’s a few outdoor cats in my neighborhood and I don’t want my garden to be the prime rollin’ spot. Although that may keep the squirrels out. And Irish Storyteller’s Durwood Kitty does like him some catnip. Hmmmmm…