Well, I’ve return from an evening on the town. Yes, it was wild. Dinner at a nice restaurant and then a concert by a “well-known Catholic recording artist.” (Bet you didn’t know they had those…) Not the kind of concert I normally go to, but it was fun and we wound up getting two free tickets at the door because someone was giving them away. They were really good musicians, but some of it got a little too schlocky for me.
Anyhoo, that is a very pretty necklace Lissla. The shirt looks nice too, although it’s harder to see.
Sounds like everyone is on the mend, including swampy - yay!
Guess I should consider crawling into bed, since it’s once again past my bedtime…
Good Friday morning y’all! I’m at work. Ok, I’m goofin’ off for a little bit before I actually start stuff. I have a phone message from yesterday. As best I can figure it out, somebody sent me an email (bidness related) and was wondering why I haven’t responded. Problem is I don’t have any email from this person. My assistant suggested the person resend the email just in case I missed it but the weird person has not done so. Yay! I have a mystery to solve. Or not. If she (the person) doesn’t send me the email I can’t do anything about it. So There!
On a related note, I gets to go to Kentucky next Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Work related, of course. I’m being sent because apparently I am the only person in the entire world that can do what needs doing. Can y’all guess I don’t really want to go? Then again, they are paying me a bunch extra to go do this so that makes it a little better.
Oooh, [?]swampy** I get calls like that all the time. What we have figured out up here is that our SPAM filter grabs on to it and doesn’t pass it on. The best way we’ve got to overcome that problem is for me (well, in your case it would be “you”) to send an e-mail to that person who called. Then our (in your case, “your”) system has an okay to allow those emails from that person (in your case, “that person” or “the party of the third part”) to come through.
The mystery is solved! Ok, it’s solved because all four of my brain cells managed to rub together, which started a spark which singed all my hair off… oh wait… that didn’t happen… which caused me to have recognition of who it was that called. The email was an indirect email actually. See, it was sent from our national office. It’s the annual satisfaction survey. Woohoo! They use a consulting service to tally the dang things and that’s who called. I have yet to respond. I forgot about it and I really don’t care to begin with. However, since I feel good and feel like being nice today, I am going to respond to the survey. Ain’t I just a big ol’ sweetheart!
This morning I got a voice mail from a woman who neglected to leave her name, telling me that she tried to place an order on our website last night (our website being notoriously hard to navigate, by the way), and it told her that her debit card was declined. However, her bank says we took her money. I have no order for her. Yay, a mystery.
In other news, someone just called me because they couldn’t find a shutter release cord on our site. I asked them to type “shutter release” into the search field. They were actually surprised when exactly what they were looking for came up.
I am back from the wisdom teeth ectomy. The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] did very well and is resting comfortably in her bed. She’s still pretty whacked out from the anesthesia so I’m gonna just let her sleep for a bit. She’s got this ice pack thingy that she’s supposed to wear 20 minutes on and 20 off but I don’t think they’ll arrest me if a few minutes go over. I gotta go up to the sto and get her some soup and puddin and other soft stuff to eat for today. Poor baby. Poor me! My credit card company is now $1,500 richer! :mad:
swampy and bumba, they had that toy on a show I like on Discovery Theater called “I Want That!” Kinda makes you wonder why they didn’t think about enlarging the hamster balls before now, don’t it?
Looks like Ophelia is headin east which is a good thing but the models are showing a loopdeeloop that could swing her back towards Georgia or the Carolinas. I wouldn’t want to be in the way of any cane right now. Not with all the helping agencies all down in the gulf. That could be really really un-Jake.
Tupug, when I got my bottom wisdoms out (complete with those nice cracking sounds and stuff), I actually kept a bag of frozen peas on my face for the better part of twelve hours. I had virtually no swelling. Let her sleep now, because laying down is going to hurt like the dickens* later.
When I got those bottom two done, they put me on hydrocodone, which I discovered makes me a little weepy. It was the day of the opening ceremonies for the '02 Winter Olympics, and Katie Couric made me cry. To this day, I can’t tell you why or how. All I know is that I begged my friend to make her go away.
But before that, the pharmacy lost my prescription somewhere between when I heard the nurse call it in and when I arrived to pick it up. I drooled blood all over the counter to let them know what I thought of them. They got my painkillers right quick after that.
*What does that mean, hurt like the dickens, anyway? I hear that all the time, and I’ve never understood. I’m not a huge fan of Dickens, but I don’t dislike him enough to call his work painful, per se.
I hate hurricane season. I wish it would hurry up and be over.
All of my wisdom teeth are gone. It wasn’t too bad–no swelling, no bruising, I just had holes in my gums for a while. It’s a good excuse to eat pudding and ice cream.
Stayed up tll three watching Donnie Darko. Dreamed of big malevolent rabbits all night. Am going to do a search to find an explanatory thread. No real idea what was happening, or whether or not the rabbit actually was malevolent. Ergh. Sleepy.
Mr. Lissar has disappeared downtown to talk to the bank about something or other. This means he’s not taking pictures of me. Why isn’t he spending all his time hanging around looking adoring? That’s what romance novels say marriage is like!
I’m glad it’s Friday too. Even though Monday was a holiday, it seems like this week has been very long.
I have a VTC at 1130 today. Why are these things always scheduled during my lunch? It promises to be long because they have lots of stuff on the agenda. The good news is that admin assistant here has graciously offered to pick up a salad for me so it will be here when I return from the VTC. She’s so nice and good to me.
Swampy, I’m glad your tummy is all better. I’m also glad to hear that **Bobbio’s ** wife is home. Finally, I’m glad FCD seems to be doing well too. I hope the third shot works and there isn’t a need for surgery.
Well, I need to organize the fifty bazillion spreadsheets, slides and memorandums that accompanied the agenda for our VTC.
Of course, that’s where I saw it, and I immediately thought of ‘Swampy and the big blue swimming pool’. (Kinda like the bear in the big blue house, right?) Of course I don’t know if Swampy’s pool is blue, or if his house s blue either, but in my imagination at least one of them is. Anyway, they looked like so much fun I wanted one, and we don’t even have a pool. I suppose we could just roll around the yard in it, or maybe we could buy one of those big above-ground pools from Costco. We thought about that this Spring, but decided we didn’t want a huge circle of dead grass in the back yard. Which was kinda dumb, 'cause all the grass in the back yard is kinda dead now anyway. (we didn’t water) It’ll come back though.
Katie Couric always makes me cry. So cute, so perky, so vapid! Le sigh.
Bumba, I probably could, however, the problem is the dining facility doesn’t OPEN until 11. Then I have to stand in line. By the time I got back it would be 11:15 or 11:20. I can’t eat THAT fast. I’d PUKE. Also, between 11:00 and 11:30 I push out a report. So, I wouldn’t have time to eat, really. Finally, my lunch is an hour, not half an hour. While I don’t mind SOMETIMES working through my lunch, today I kinda mind because I’ve been working through my lunches all this week. Sometimes one just needs a break, you know?
I just received an e-mail and they changed the agenda for the VTC and added new documents.
I better look through these documents now so I’m prepared.
Here-- everybody take a pile of papers and correct them for me. I’ll be over here entering student info into my gradebook for 160 some kids. Why isn’t a T.A. entering names? One teacher messed up somehow last year and now no one gets a T.A.
Because that’s exactly what they teach you in teacher school-- the most effective discipline method is to punish everyone for the actions of one. It was in the chapter right after how to properly slap hands with a ruler but before the chapter describing the Latourneu Seduction Method.
If they send me anything with a great big ‘Due: NOW!’ written on it I’m going to laugh in their faces. They get to have T.A.s, let them do that crap. Idiots.
Swampy, take me away from all this, I wanna go to Kentucky. I will drink Kentucky drinks and look at Kentucky horses, and sit on Kentucky blue grass (bluegrass?). In exchange I will bring you many cookies and bring you bourbon not beer because it’s Kentucky. I can’t help you with the cockies though, the kind of cockies I’d be able to net you probly wouldn’t be compatible with your cockie software. Catch and release isn’t very nice anyway. Nobody likes a cockie tease.
So **VunderBabe ** is doing fine, what about project Bobbio? A co-worker’s daughter had her bypass surgery about the same time as yours and she’s down a good fifty pounds, wow!
Right now I am listening to Maceo and the Macks. Life across the tracks is different baby. Get right back. So I will, only forty jillion more teeny names to read and enter. I’d never hack it in programming. Heh.
I had my 3 month checkup Wednesday. Same surgeon as VunderWife, so things get interesting quickly. Anyway, I’m officially -55 lbs. , I’m on schedule, and there are no health issues at the moment.
This is really cool. I noticed that Mr. Happy is getting bigger. There is a rumor that daddy bits gain about an inch in length for every 50 lbs lost, and I still have 100 lbs to go…
What is wrong with that man?! He needs to get his priorities straight–adoring you first, then everything else. But he doesn’t like baked goods, so we know he’s not quite right in the head.
Taters, it’s just not right to have meetings at lunchtime on Friday. Everyone goes out for lunch on Friday–it’s a law or something.
I’m sitting here slurping down a big cup of iced coffee (my favorite, Belle du Jour–white chocolate and amaretto). Yum, yum! It should get me going for the rest of the afternoon. I’m looking forward to the weekend. I have lots of sewing to do, so I might be sewing all weekend. I have three coats I want to finish soon. I need to stop buying fabric. At least I haven’t bought any beads lately.
Apparently someone wants to take over the title of TMI King…
I, on the other hand, will just say that I got a freebie hour off today - apparently our group did good on our last training exercise so they gave all of us an hour off. So I’m home, chillin’. Go me!
Another one of my cousins is getting married this weekend. So, I’m gearing up for an eight-hour drive to get to the wedding, which is 2 p.m. tomorrow afternoon. I was going to drive most of the way tonight, stay in a hotel, drive the rest tomorrow, and meet my mom at the other hotel.
Now Mom’s not going. I’m going to have to pay for gas all the way out there with no hope of a parental monetary boost once I get there, then spend my entire Sunday driving all the way back. Plus, I’m having an incredibly crappy day and I hate everyone.
But I can’t just back out, right? I RSVP’d, they’re paying for my dinner, the hotel is on my parents, I can’t skip it. I can’t think of anything I want to do less this weekend than attend a family event without my mother (or father or brother or SIL, all of whom are also not coming), who is really the only member of that side of the family that I have anything in common with.
And my day totally sucks, even without that wonderful news.
Dear, if you don’t wanna go, then don’t. I think that with the travel costs skyrocketing as they have the past couple of weeks, no one can blame you for claiming poverty.
Indianapolis is a 15 hour 1 way drive, and the cost for me to go without stopping overnight was $250 last May. You have half the distance, but gas is 33% higher, and you have hotel expenses besides.
Argh. I just feel bad. I mean, my mother will reimburse me for the gas, and has already called the hotel to tell them I’ll be checking in instead of her, but to go ahead and still use her credit card. And whoever is paying for the wedding (which is probably the bride and groom themselves, because Mom’s side of the family isn’t exactly swimming in it) has already paid for my seat. That’s just plain bad manners, really.
Not that Mom’s family is real big on manners, that is. Of the … air math … 40 people descended from my grandparents (or married to descendants), only four of them (Mom, Dad, and Bro) could tell you when my birthday is without really thinking about it (and even then, only two more would come up with the right answer–and by the way, my grandparents are not on this list). We are not a close family. I’ve seen more of them in the last two years (at the five weddings I’ve attended) than I have in the previous twenty put together.
And I am willing to bet that I’ll be sitting at the kids’ table. I think I have to go. I’ll see how I feel when it’s time to leave.
I don’t know how I can turn down the opportunity to hear wonderful things like “Gee, you’re the only unmarried one of legal age now, aren’t you?” and “So, where’s your date?” And let us not forget the best one I got at the last wedding “Honey, you’re a lesbian, aren’t you? It’s okay, you can tell me.”
I hate hurricane season. I wish it would hurry up and be over.