madame rigs, as it turns out, i am somewhat flexible in the day i can get out there. either thursday, or friday are going to work for me. probably best earlier in the day - mid-morning-ish or so. pick one that works for you.
In other news, I work too hard. In other, other news - the final, final budget numbers have been gone over by the boss and I, and sent to Mr. Financial Cheese. That’s about the most tedious thing I do all year, what with uncertainty about revenue and such until the last minute. Bottom line is I’ll get all of what I need. some of what i want, not get the new cool toy I wanted (Nextel/GPS).
And I had the number that I put in for MY salary changed right before my eyes again. Second year in a row he’s done that, the Boss I Love. He looks at what’s in the line item for my salary, where I put a reasonably conservative number in, says something like “is that all the increase you want?”, leans over the computer, types a new number in, somewhat (HO-LEE CRAP!!) higher than mine and says, “there you go, that’s more like it”.
Out my window, it sounds as though the girls softball team is having quite the game. Lot’s of whooping and hollering.
chaoticbear, nope it’s possible. I was in a car accident once and had both contacts knocked clean out.
Congrats on the pay rise (as they say in Britain). Lunch is on you!
I am WORKING Thursday, so that’s right out. Friday the plasterers come at 0800, but I can get away mid-morning. Wanna meet for coffee at the Caribou Coffeehouse located in town? Email me for particulars.
I promise I won’t make a pass at you ala that Mysterious Woman From Your Past.
This is exciting! I hope it happens. <crosses fingers>
clean bathroom-at least one, to show I made an effort
[del]vacuum downstairs[/del]
[del]water annuals[/del]
plant deck pots(start, don’t have all the flowers yet)
organize the mail, since the dining room table in now being used for kitchen shit
[del]iron uniforms for weekend[/del]
[del]clean fish tank[/del]
take a nap (priority)–never happened, but plan to be in jammies at 8 pm.
[del]make dinner[/del]
[del]call plasterer #2 back and book a time[/del]
I dunno-I guess I call it good. Whatever it is, the whistle has blown and I am done for the day…
I am a pathetic excuse for a messican on Cinco De Mayo. Ok, I made rice and tacos, and did a little yard work. But now, I’m staying in. Sitting here, watching the Kid and the Wife watch TV. By the way, this show Vegas (?), dayum these women are hot.
Jeez, even the beer I have to drink later is from Holland.
Maybe later, Cuervo and I will have to tackle some of his namesake so I don’t feel so american today.
FCM, I’ve responded to your e-mail, so check yours now…
We might, just might, break down and get a cell phone this weekend. We’re kind of tossing the idea around. We’ll see. There’s so much to do. I need to get a haircut in the very worst way, and I’d like to buy a new outfit, and I have packing and laundry to do. Plus, I need to buy stuff to tide the hubby and kids over during my absence, plus, plus, plus. So much to do, so little time!
Rigs, we get to pee on our bills in the next few days. Hee-hee, no more bills, except for the mortgage, and regular living bills. I can’t wait! We’re not really going to pee on the bills, of course. We’re going to pay them all off. I can’t express enough to everyone what a weight off my shoulders that is.
Seeing as we’re not Mexican, we’re having ribeye steaks and taters (not me) for dinner.
All that talk about Ruths Chris or whatever that restaurant is, put me in the mood for a nice juicy steak.
Last night I ate a bison burger. I love bison meat. It’s nice and lean, and tender to boot. You just have to remember not to overcook it.
Time to check my taters and put the broiler in the oven on.
Attacks Husband has just returned from Arizona, and he bringeth more Trader Joe’s stuff! This is verily a good week. Even though my left eye is twitching, and I kind of want to hit it with a hammer or something.
I won’t, though. I know better. Mr. Lissar says his right eye is twitching, so together we have a matched set. How romantic.
I didn’t have anything Mexican at all today. I had homefries and fried eggs with Sriracha for dinner.
There are a bunch of stupid teenagers outside, screaming. We get groups of up to 50 or 60 hanging around outside the convenience store across the way. They sometimes squeal at each other until 4 in the morning. We really need the legion of arboreal teenager-eating armoured polar bears right now. I can’t face another summer of teenagers outside and screaming because they’re stupid. If they were screaming because they were being eaten by polar bears, that would be okay.
Well, about that. I brought home some of it, but really not much more than what I need for the weekend. The central objective was to get stuff home and leave it here, not bring it back.
friiiiday!
greetings, MMPers! happy Cinco De Mayo and happy Friday!
why do I alway start my posts here by stating the day of the week? I don’t know. I must examine this. hmm.
Would it be really counterproductive of me to take a bath and then go for a run? I think it would. I think I may do it anyway. or just walk tonight. I’m tired.
Lissa: if you find those teenager-eating polar bears, please train them to only eat the screaming kind. I don’t want to have to live my life in fear of polar bear attacks.
Rigs: I’m impressed! I’m never that productive!
I have to go straight from dance to work tomorrow… and then Sunday is tech Sunday and I get to spend the whooooooooooooooooooooooooole day at rehearsal. and it’ll be the same the rest of the week… get to school early to work on costumes, school til 2:30, then rehearsal til like 1 AM… come home, do homework, maybe sleep a little, and start all over again at 5 AM. I’m exhausted just thinking about it. I may not even show my face back here until next Sunday. wouldn’t that be sad? (well for me it would. The rest of y’all would be just fine.)
But we’ll miss you Dot… You can’t not show your face here for a whole week!
Lissla, I think polar bears in charge of eating unreasonably loud people is an excellent idea.
Don’t know why, Taters, but your “(not me)” really cracked me up.
There are strange people in the world, aren’t there, cb. Sorry about the stalker. Can you get them to throw her out if she bugs you at work? Pretend cyberstalkers are ever so much more fun.
Yay, rigs, for getting lots done yesterday. Want some of my to-do list? I’m offering it up cheap!
Me, I’m Mexican, but I didn’t have anything Mexican to eat yesterday cuz it’s not a holiday I really celebrate. (My Mom and all her family are in Mexico and it’s just not a holiday we celebrate; it’s just another day off there…)
Anyhoo, I’m off doing plant-related things again today: hitting a plant sale, then a couple nurseries, then back to my garden.
I just received a very long e-mail from my cousin in which she caught me up with her life. We had tentative plans to meet while I was TDY, but unfortunately, the shift she’s working on her new job won’t allow us to meet. We’ve agreed to try and keep in closer touch.
I’m so excited about meeting up with FCM, welby and anyone else who wants to come (hint) on Tuesday. I need to start getting myself cleaned up and take care of my million things to do.
rigs, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. I hope you get to feeling better soon.
At this point, I have nothing exciting to report. Maybe I’ll get a chance to check back in here later today.
Heeeeey! Where is everybody? Wakey-wakey, smell the coffee!
All you industrious folks are probably all out getting bunches of stuff done. It’s only 8:30 here, so I’ve got a smidge of time before I need to get my hiney in gear.
There was a squirrel outside trying to torture my dog. That ol’ squirrel that he was pretty damn smart until the dog nearly jumped over the fence to get him. My dog seems to have a real dislike for squirrels and crows. They drive him nuts. I don’t know why. He doesn’t bother other birds.
I now have to wait for Mr. Taters to take his shower, then I can clean up. Hpefully, I’ll be able to get my haircut today. We shall see.
