I hear oink noises too at work. But it’s usually Roundboy telling someone how much he knows about a random subject.
And it’s not just a new Gilmore Girls episode, it’s the season finale and the last show that the Palladinos will have anything to do with (for now, at least.) And since the GF is working 'til 9, I get to record it and then watch it with her when she gets home.
No one is too young to know Beatles’ songs. In fact, it should be a required course in grade school. But that’s just me.
In the last two weekends I have spread 56 cubic yards of cypress mulch. And I’m not even half done. I’ve also planted about 100 square feet of new grass. I forgot owning a home was this much fun (and thatt much profit for home improvement and hardware stores.)
I’m going to buy an engagement ring this week. Big Fat Paulie gave me the number of someone I should call. “I got a guy,” he says. I, of course, know exactly what that means by that. It was funny to hear someone below the Mason-Dixon line say that and not mean it in a sexual way. Reminded me of home.
Well, our internet has been hit or miss this afternoon.
swampus, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it over but it doesn’t mean I don’t luuurve ya! Now, if you ever make it to Orlando, that’s a horse of a different color.
OK, susan and welby - what time works for youse guys? Where are you and/or how far are you able to travel on a work night? If NoVA works for everyone but me, I’ll make the supreme sacrifice and cross the accursed Wilson Bridge. Because I’m nice, dammit.
Taters, I was thinking I might meet up with you soon after you get out of class, assuming the others can’t get there that soon. I get off work at 2, and I’ll need to go home, take the dog out, feed the critters, then I can head northwest. If traffic doesn’t suck too much, I should get there by 1630-ish. Just a thought…
swampy, them Tampa folks don’t deserve you! I told ya - come to Merrylande!!
I held my first meeting on my new project at work - it took almost 10 whole minutes!!! :eek: I had sent an email yesterday with all the details and links to the folders and templates. All I did today was give them the first deadline, tell them I need to know right away if they may not make a deadline, and I informed them it was all about keeping me happy. I also promised minimal meetings - I prefer to email as much as possible. We’ll meet again in a month or so. Other than that, they’re cut loose to work.
Go me! I’m a very good project leader, if I say so myself.
:eek: Congratulations!! When/how are you going to propose? What kind of ring? We need details, man! And pictures!! (Of the ring. Not of anything that goes on afterwards!)
I told you, I was out eating until I exploded. Which I did. I also just bought two ruffly summer skirts and am on the hunt for microfibre-y bike shorts to wear under my knee-length dresses. If they’re cotton the skirts stick to the shorts, and if they’re pure polyester they’ll be too hot.
I just got home and now it’s time to finish going through my closet and figuring out what I should give to Goodwill or Quasi-Daughter. After that I will tidy and/or lie around enjoying the beautiful day.
Will everyone please please pray or think good thoughts. Mr. Lissar applied for a job (I might have mentioned it) with his building, and they wanted him but it would be poaching from his security company and there’d be a big fine etc. etc., but they haven’t found anyone else better and they’re seriously considering considering him again. It would mean regular hours, weekends off, a complete health care plan (dental and eyes as well as the normal provincial coverage) and he’s be able to go to class every weekday. I’m trying not to get too excited, but please send good vibes!
I haven’t been posting because I was busy attending the last classes of my undergraduate career. That’s right, I’m DONE with undergrad classes.
I went to the Health Center first though. Turns out it might not be so simple after all. See, the area where the pain is, is right where my right kidney is, so they suspected a kidney-related problem and had me give them a urine sample. The result? Trace amounts of intact blood cells. Not at all what he expected from a stone, and it might be a fluke. So he told me to hydrate, a lot, and we’re going to do another test in a week. Meanwhile, if it is muscular, it should just go away.
Sean - awesome news. Tell us everything! And congratulations!
There was some sort of bee in my room just now. There’s been a preponderance of them on campus this spring, and for weeks they’ve been hovering on the outside of my window, trying to get in. Well, one of them finally found a hole somewhere big enough to crawl in - and then couldn’t figure out how to get back out. I killed it. Now I have to find out where that hole is and plug it.
It’s like something George Carlin once said: “You show me a tropical fruit and I’ll show you a cocksucker from Guatemala.”
I’ve also only skimmed - this week has been really busy and it’s only Tuesday!
Cool LJ layout, Dot.
I’m envious of those participating in the MiniDopefest. I’m consoling myself with the part where I’m going to Rue’s fun time picnic and camping thingy on the 20th.
Oh, and swampy, if you came to Ohio, I’d meet up with you. I’d even travel.
Was that donkeybear I saw run through there somewhere? Yay! And ems stopped in too.
Oh, and congrats to Spats on last day of classes (isn’t it a weird feeling?) and to Sean on the engagement (and yes, we need to approve all plans).
Seems like I’ve actually recalled more that I would have thought.
Well…gotta get to the library and then to the grocery store and then possible do a little bit of gardening (it’s trying to rain right now).
I’ll be back and read things properly and finish posting after a while…
Wow, leave for a few days, and everyone is talking about home! I live right near Yonge and Carlton in Toronto… That’s sort of the centre of the Centre of the Universe… Just up from the huge mall downtown, and near the old hockey arena that the Maple Leafs played in…
Glad you had a good time here… It really is a great place to live (and visit!)
If I may share an observation here (like any of you can stop me) it occurred to me that the MMP is like a teacher’s lounge. We drift in and out between classes, shooting the breeze, and the conversation waxes and wanes and, well, anyway, that’s what I was thinking.
Yay for you Sean. You must, of course, share all the details of how you’re planning to propose. After all, you are the poster child for middle aged straight white guys, which means, of course, you’re liable to screw it all up unless you seek advice first. BTW, last night was not the season finale of “Gilmore Girls.” The season finale is next Tuesday night at 8 Eastern, 7 Central.
Bobbio I don’t think donkeybear has been stalking me so much since he became all involved with anagramless guy. Once again, I’ve been tossed away for another. The story of my life. Boohoohoo.
I may not have to go clue by four on as many parents as I had originally thought. By some miracle late yesterday afternoon, almost all of those signed permission forms showed up! Guess they do want the little boogers to go to work and not lie around all summer after all.
Rifty yay on the finishing up classes things. Might I suggest you start practicing your old geezer alumni routine? What you do is walk around campus, and when you see underclassmen doing something weird you start muttering, “Would you look at what those young folks are doing! Disgraceful! Why, in my day, we showed respect! We had decency! Young’uns today! Harrrummmphhh!”
Sean, make sure you carefully document the proposal–we need all the details. You can’t let us down on this.
Spats, woooooooooooooooo!!! That’s about all I’ve got on that one.
Good luck to Mr. Lissar on the job prospect, as well.
Aaaaaand, that’s all I can recall from what I just read. I fried my brain with Shakespeare last night. See, at our Midsummer celebration this year, the Powers That Be have decided that we should have a pageant. What better play to present than A Midsummer Night’s Dream? Since that’s my favoritest play in all the whole wide world, I immediately started badgering She Who Is In Charge to play Hermia. Then I thought about it for a minute and remembered that I wanted to play Helena, not Hermia. And that’s when I discovered that SWIIC had planned to do the whole play. I dissuaded her of this notion–not because I don’t want to do it, but because I know our people, and they’re not going to want to sit through four hours of watching their friends flub their way through iambic pentameter.
So, I volunteered to cut the play down to manageable size, first by seeing what got cut out of the movie version, and then I’ll go through and see what else we can get rid of. We only plan to cast the eight biggest parts, then drag people out of the audience to play sundry fairies and Players, which will be a whole lot of fun.
Really, though, I’m just looking forward to one scene. Roomie is going to play Hermia, and we fully plan to get a kiddie pool filled with water for her to throw me in–we figure a wet-bodice-fight will keep the menfolk interested until at least Act III.
