We had hot dogs and boiled potatoes last night, because when I was starting dinner, Best Friend phoned. Haven’t talked to her in at least a month, and definitely not since her grandmother died. Lots to talk about. I’m glad she’s safe at home. (She was away for several weeks owing to funerals) And we made tentative plans for them to visit after Christmas. Whee!
They hate cats. This will be interesting.
If the Red Sox won, my father-in-law is going to be very angry. He spent a good part of Sunday dinner telling us about how horrible they are. He’s a Blue Jays and some other team I can’t remember fan. Neither of us know anything about baseball. We nodded a lot.
Wahoot! It’s raining here. Really, really raining, not just sprinkles for fifteen minutes-- I had to turn on my windsheild wipers for the first time in two years. How sad; I’m all excited because of rain.
So I gather there’s some sort of big sports thing happening. Do you know anything about that Ex?
Taters, quit staring at the spreadsheets! They’re shy and don’t like that.
Food, hmmmm… last night I made chicken with shallots in chardonnay sauce. It sounds quite hoofty poofty but really, I just hacked up some chicken and poured sauce out of a jar. It was okay. Right now I’m fairly uninterested in food. Does anybody else have days like that?
WOOHOO!!! vunderbob. I shall keep the good vibes comin’ out of South Jawja and I promise to cross my fingers as soon as I’m done typing this and I won’t uncross em until I have to do something else. Promise!
Puggy a tornady at the Cape? I sailed from Port Canaveral. :eek:
I’m sleepy and my legs are sore. Unfortunately, the two are not related.
I’ve mentioned my passive-aggressive co-worker (lead worker) before, haven’t I? He’s got a great heart (sometimes), is really dedicated to the labor movement, and good at his job. Of course, he also wants to be the only person who talks to our supervisor, (who happens to be the big Kahuna), and isn’t so very happy if anyone but him gets recognized for doing a good job. He therefore assigns himself all the work that brings him into contact with the movers and shakers, which I wouldn’t care about except that it means I don’t get the training or experience to do these types of things myself and sooner or later, that will hurt me. He respects my abilities, I’ve gotten that from more than one co-worker, so it’s not that he thinks I can’t do the work. He just wants it all for himself. Then he gets to moan about how busy he is. But when I was begging for work, somehow he didn’t have anything to give to me. ARRRRRGH! Now, because I’ve been loaned out to do elelction work, he’s even more of a martyr and is piling the work on me so that my December and January are going to be hell. I’d like to tell him that there is more than enough glory to go around, we’re both fighting the good fight and we’re not in competition, but that would send him into a snit for weeks, and he’d just deny everything anyway! I don’t want to go to the big Kahuna because I don’t want to seem like I’m whining, plus I don’t want to get him in trouble and mostly it’s just fine. I’ve just been under a bit of stress lately and so I’m a bit buggy. I’ll be better soon. Thank you for reading my mini-rant and have a nice day.
And here I was all excited to read something deep and meaningful, and I am brought back down to earth. Disappointed am I!
Gonna head out in about 20 minutes - gotta pick up christening gift for niece & birthday gift for sister. Last minute? Nah - just because I’m going to see them this weekend, and I can’t go shopping tomorrow because of traveling doesn’t mean it’s last minute. Last minute is going shopping at the stores in the airport terminal…hmmm…maybe I should go check the store listing in the airport terminal.
I had some of my leftover sweet potato stew for lunch today - it was nummy. And yes, swampbear , I think spicy sausage would work well with the recipe. You’d probably want to brown it before you threw it in the slow cooker, though.
Because, although I am an overweight, out-of-shape middle-aged woman, I’m insisting on doing a job best suited for young, active, idealistic youngsters. I’m canvassing various neighborhoods trying to bully people into voting. You see, in Oregon, everyone votes by mail. Most folks should have recieved their ballots by yesterday, and they need to get them mailed so that the County Clerk has them on Nov. 2, or they need to drop the ballot off at one of many handy locations. So this week, I’m asking if they got a ballot (and what to do if they haven’t) and encouraging them to mail it in right away. By late next week, I’ll be walking around telling people not to mail their ballots, but to take them to a drop-off location to insure they will be received in time. And on election night, I’ll be in some County Clerk’s office making sure they count every vote, even those shipped in from other counties because they got dropped off at the wrong location. Yes, that’s right. I am officially a defender of liberty, champion of the underdog, a right-er of wrongs, a do-gooder, a hard and fast, tried and true, true blue patriotic liberal. No need to salute. Just vote.
My town has too few sidewalks, too many hills and not enough streetlights.
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents to
tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.
The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their
stories.
"Johnny, do you have a story to share?
“Yes, ma’am, my daddy told a story about my Aunt Carol. Aunt Carol was a
pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over
enemy territory and all she had was a small flask of whiskey, a pistol
and a survival knife.” “She drank the whiskey on the way down so it
wouldn’t fall into enemy hands and then her parachute landed right in
the middle of twenty enemy soldiers. She shot fifteen of them with the
gun until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife,till
the blade broke and then she killed the last one with her bare hands.”
“Good heavens,” said the horrified teacher, “What kind of moral did your
daddy teach you from that horrible story?”
“Stay the hell away from Aunt Carol when she’s been drinking.”
Well, I don’t know how deep and meaningful this is, but I can’t think of a thread more suited to sharing this.
Last night, my sweetie and I were watching a show on Discovery called “Dirty Jobs” or something like that. It took place on a horse farm. No, the dirty job wasn’t mucking the stalls - it was artificial insemination.
First, the show’s host got to collect the sperm. He did this with an artificial horse vagina. Apparently each stallion has his own personal artificial horse vagina to accommodate his manly horse parts. I didn’t have any real problem with that - it was rather interesting. What I did get annoyed at was the pixellation they felt compelled to superimpose over the horse’s erection. Guess horsey naughty bits are too much for prime time cable.
After the sample was collected and tested, it had to be inserted into an actual horse vagina. But the area had to be washed first, by the host. And apparently, a mare’s naughty bits are OK for prime time cable. It was also OK to show the host with his gloved arm inserted up to the elbow into the mare’s nether regions. It was also OK in another clip to show the breeder manually evacuating the mare’s intestinal tract, up beyond her elbow.
Just don’t show a stallion stiffy.
That’s not what I had shared earlier, but I think it works fine here now.
Well, FCM, the post definately was deep; as in deep in a mare’s nether regions. Just…ewwww! I actually saw that show was on, but I decided to watch Lost instead.
vunderbob, here’s to you! (Lifts a glass, ready to toast). I really hope it all works out this time.
I had McDonalds for dinner last night. I didn’t really have anything I could prepare at the house, so off to Mickey D’s I went. I haven’t eaten anything tonight because we’re getting ready to go to my daughter’s concert and I just got home from work.
I think tomorrow I’m going to roast a chicken. I have one in the freezer and it’s about time I use it. I bought it last weekend with the idea that I’d make it about mid-week, but I kept forgetting to take it out of the freezer.
Oooh, has anyone had one of the Shepherd’s pies from Costco yet? They are surprisingly tasty. The best part is that all I have to do is throw it in the oven for about an hour. No muss, no fuss.
Someone at work today was trying to give me a “stress-caused embolism”. I’m about ready to become very unprofessional with a certain individual. It was all I could today to not rip her head off and stuff it up her arse! She’s being incredibly difficult; all on the pretense of being some high moral ground. I’m trying to pull and analyze data from a database. I need to know the last clinic that “touched” a patient before the patient was sent out to the network. The patient may have been to two or three clinics at this Army medical facility before being seen at the last one. It makes sense that we show the last clinic they were in before they were sent outside to the network. The current corporate database doesn’t allow anyone to enter a clinic and a department. So, the easy answer is just enter the clinic with a slash. Behind the slash put the reason for referral. When I FTP the data from the corporate database to Access it should update. From Access I export to Excel, hard insert a column and hard insert departments based on the clinics I see. Next I hard insert another column and tranfer the reason codes to that column. End of bleepin’ story. But noooooo, this is all wrong. She’s miffed that she’s being made to enter data “my” way. It’s not my way, its what the command wants. Just drop it and quit giving me crap! I’ve been trying to get this done for two flippin’ months. Okay, mini-rant over.
Well, I need to get ready to take my daughter to her concert. Maybe I’ll have some Italian Wedding Soup when I return. I’m getting a little hungry now.
True last minute shopping is running in the 7-11 two blocks away from your sister’s house and buying gift certificates for Slurpees.
FCM ummmm… eeeeeeeeew! I mean y’all take a break from remodeling and this is what y’all decide to do? vunderbob I read that joke in Reader’s Digest a looooooong time ago. Just sayin’.
One of my friends would love Slurpee coupons for Christmas. He’ll be easy to shop for.
If you would like me to come down and kick your co-worker in the head I can, Kalley. Difficult co-workers are evil. Passive-aggressive co-workers are extra evil. Having said that, I hope you don’t get mad at me because I’m not planning to vote. They wouldn’t let me. I’m a Canadian.
The chocolate whipped cream is okay- I never really like spray whipped cream, but it’s edible. Mr. Lissar seems to like it.
