So, Rosie, at what point do you actually become bionic? 'Cause I think that would be pretty cool. I would quit my job and follow you around making the nanananana bionic noise, if you let me. And bummer on the possible-just-friends thing. I mean, yay friend, but still. I’ve decided that it happens when a woman is just too damn cool. Men find it intimidating and decided to just be friends because there’s no way they’ll ever be as cool as you. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
swampy, Bambi vs. Godzilla is one of my all-time favorites. Thanks for the link! It’s the claw-flex at the end that always gets me.
Anybody who doesn’t feel good, feel better!
I’ve made my holiday list. Not the lists of presents, simply the list of things I have to do. I’ve got itemized, day-to-day lists going right up to December 23rd. Cleaning, shopping, various other errands … oy. Today, let’s see … clean out the car (for the trip to Maryland tomorrow night), buy wrapping paper, wrap gifts, put my laundry away, copy a few more CDs onto my computer (because I deleted every shred of music on my hard drive–don’t ask, there was a good reason), and pack for the weekend. Not a lot, but enough for one night. It’s next week that will involve the mopping and the dusting and the other things I really don’t like to do. Ick.
But it all ends with a big party, and then my birthday, which I’m feeling considerably cheerier about–I bought new flannel jammies for Roomie and myself (mine have little hippie babushka dolls on them!), and there will be pancakes, and almost certainly a marathon of some tv show or another while we lounge on the couches. I’ve had worse birthdays.
Titanium knees. You’ll be the Bionic Woman. See if they’ll put titanium spikes on your skull, and maybe Wolverine claws. Why stop at the simple body modding?
Morning, everyone. Quasi, it (whatever you feel like saying) really doesn’t have to connect. The MMP’s like a combined backyard barbeque, pool party, and group hug. People wander in and out of conversations, leave, and come back with pet and kid pics and gross stories.
I baked three types of cookies last night- gingersnaps, sugar cookis, and peanut butter. I’ll probably arrange some nicely in a tin and take them off to work.
Someone remind me to mail Best Friend’s Christmas present, okay?
Um–there are 8 reindeer + Rudolph, but we purists do not recognize the Monkey Ward upstart. See bobio’s list, but ixnay Al.
The popular holiday song from a musical based on a classic holiday movie is as follows:
Holiday Inn , starring Bing Crosby and Fred Astaire had a quiet song in it titled, “White Christmas”. The feature song was to be the Valetine number-which Fred sings and does his wonderful dancing to. Can’t recall the name of it. WC became a smash hit…so several years later, it was made into a movie of the same name.
The composer for all of this was the inestimable Irving Berlin.
You *could * say the same for “Silver Bells”, but that song was in a Bob Hope movie, The Lemon Drop Kid …
Off to be a page. Hope 'er 'ere didn’t get blown away.
Welcome Quasi-quasi -make your own topic! That’s what we do!
Variation of a hog roast. Hoosiers roast a whole hog, and serve whatever parts the guest wants. In Mayberry, the hog comes down from the fire, is pulled apart and chopped up before serving. The beer, potluck sides, and general party activites are the same.
I loves me a good pig pickin’! The pig roastin’, settin’ up all night (sitting is what one does when one is being proper, settin’ up is what one does when one roasts a pig and drinks all night), pullin’ the pig apart, beer… good times!
All that talk about mimeos and stuff makes me feel so…young. And I’m 30. Good Og. Just for revenge on all you oldsters: a few days ago I had NPR on and they were talking about the moonbase idea. One guy said something about “how inspirational for today’s kids could doing something their grandparent’s generation did be?” (My grammar is screwed up, but I can’t figure out how to fix it, so it stays!) I nearly drove off the road. My mind goes, “Dammit, it wasn’t THAT long ago…wait…when my mom was my age, I was in elementary school…she was 15 during Apollo 11…Maybe it was. We gotta get going on this thing, people! Sheeyit!”
Mornin’ and happy Pre-Friday. I have to say as messed up as this week has been so far it’s really started to pick up. MindWife seems to be doing better – sleeping a lot, which is understandable, but so far the pain has been quite manageable and there was no episode last night like the nights before. Between that, the return of my cell phone and the fact that it’s bright and sunny and going into double-digits (ºC) today, the week is prepping to end on a high note. (cross fingers/knock on wood/throw salt/etc) Except I need more sleep – I could really go for a nice nap right now.
Congrats to FCD!FCM, I’m with you on the whole raise vs. bonus thing. I’m still waiting to see if I’ll even get an award. Money is tight; I’m not counting on it.
Starting in April around 200 of us will be going under NSPS. I’m not sure if I’m one of those. I really, really hope not.
I hope all of you who were feeling ucky are feeling better today.
rosie, friends are good too. Perhaps, as has already been mentioned he has a friend.
I can’t see the pictures, dangit! I’m going to have to wait until I get home from work.
I took my daughter to the Maul last night so she could buy a prezzie for her friend that lives out of state. I thought that while I was there I could pick up the present I need for our gift exchange at our office Christmas party. I couldn’t find a single damn thing. It’s not supposed to be any big deal, but I always want to find something that people will fight over. We do the White Elephant, draw numbers, steal presents (limit three steals), thing. I think I’ll go to the liquor store and buy a gift set there. Booze and wine are always in demand.
I also thought I’d buy some slacks for myself while there. You know what, I left that place totally demoralized. I have really packed it on, and trying on clothes was not fun. I ended up buying a pair of cords, but I really need some dress clothes for work. I don’t really want to buy any until I’ve dropped some weight; but on the other hand, the clothes I have now are starting to look slightly old.
I remember mimeos and dittos. I loved the smell of that purply ink. I used to get to make the dittos when I was in elementary school.
I know there’s much more to address, but I really need to start on one of my gazillion projects here.
Y’all remember how last week I suspendered (hee! I like to spell it that way) somebody for five days? Well, she’s baaaaaaaaaaaack!!! If looks could kill I’d be a chalk outline right now.
I think my junior high had a ditto machine. Purple ink, right? Only teachers were allowed to use it, but students could use the copier. The copier’s sole feature was the knob you turned to tell it how many copies you wanted.
FTR, 1/8 of a glass of wine was too much. I feel like crap this morning. That could also be due to being woken up at dark o’clock by someone banging on the door, “Open the door, open the @#$# door!” over and over again. I woke up enough to determine it was the neighbor’s door, and to think, “I thought they moved.” Apparently, there are certain phrases and actions particular to that house, and it doesn’t really matter who lives there, they will be performed.
I read a couple of short stories last night that involved ninja rats, vampire rats, the Emperor of China, the good ships *El Queso * and Fontina, and the town of Hedgehogs-upon-Trivets. No pirate rats, though.
Firing number 1 was a probationary lady that was just never going to get the hang of being a bus aide (not even a driver). Her live in boyfriend still works here and glares from time to time, but that’s it.
Number 2 was the guy I spoke about earlier this MMP.
Suspensions are pretty standard around here - usually it’s attendance related.
MBG forgive my ignernce but, I just gotta know this. To what level of stoopid would one have to sink to in order not to get the hang of being a bus aide? I mean, bus aide?
[del]Dumbass[/del] The person I suspendered is attempting to give me the cold shoulder apparently. Problem is, she can’t cause whether she likes it or not, she has to come talk to me in about fifteen minutes. I have to do the “you’re on probation for xxxx days” thing with her. Could I be so lucky as to hope she’ll just tell me she quits? Santa, if you’re listening, that’d be a nice Christmas present.
So I went to the holiday party, which was fun and had yummy food. And then one of the partners said something, and I’ve been in tears for the past half hour. I can’t think of one good reason not to quit right now, except that I probably shouldn’t do that while I’m so upset.
“All the world seems in tune, on a spring afternoon, when we’re poisoning pigeons in the park.” -Tom Lehrer
That pretty much sums up my mood right now.
Chew on that one, Cool Kids. MBG, I think you should be wearing suspenders when you suspend someone. Just sayin’.
So an interesting thing happened last night. My little brother (12) left one of the faucets running in our upstairs bathroom. Now, ordinarily this wouldn’t be a problem, except for the leaky pipe under that sink. The water proceeded to exit the pipe into the cabinet underneath the sink, and then through the floor into the ceiling light fixture in the kitchen, where it began dripping onto the floor.
I discovered the sizable puddle as I went upstairs to bed at about 2 am. A few minutes later I discovered the faucety culprit and turned it off - the primary effect of which was to mystify my parents as to the cause of the leak when they discovered it this morning.
So as of now, the stuff in said cabinet is very damp. And that light fixture? It’s full of water. In a few minutes (per my father’s direction) I will get a ladder, a basin, and a pair of pliers. I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.
Bus aides, or monitors as some call them, work on special service routes. They do a pretty simple, but important job - if the tykes are special needs because of PHYSICAL problems, they do wheelchair tie downs, seat belts, Star Seats (a kind of webbed harness), or what have you. If they kids are Special because they’re [del]shitheads[/del] behaviorally challenged the aide basically is there to be the babysitter.
This one worked a wheelchair bus. A month into her job, the driver was still having to help her secure wheelchairs. Keep in mind there were a TOTAL of 14 kids she saw each day, using a total of maybe 3-4 different types of chairs, so it was all pretty consistent.
The aide is also supposed to know the route, the stops, the kids, etc. So if a sub driver ever has to drive, the aide can know where they have to go -and yes there are written route sheets, but still it’s nice to think that the other adult on the bus that rides the route might know where you’re going if you’re the driver, right?
Simple stuff huh?
And still couldn’t hack it, yet any time we’d try to talk to her about help, or maybe going back to learn things better, she’d say she was fine, and her problems were really other people not understanding how hard it was to do this job, dammit!!!
Her union contract says for 60 days, probationary employees can be let go no questions asked, so we tried and tried with this one for 58 days.
And bummer on the possible-just-friends thing. I mean, yay friend, but still. I’ve decided that it happens when a woman is just too damn cool. Men find it intimidating and decided to just be friends because there’s no way they’ll ever be as cool as you. At least, that’s what I tell myself. 
I’m sorry you’re upset Jahdra. We’re here to vent to, if you should need it.