But, but, but…what happened to that (very endearing) British trait of Don’t Make a Scene? She’s in her late 20’s? She must be developmentally delayed…thank god she’s graduated, eh? you won’t have to see HER again!
I want you all to be the first to know: I hate this weather. I have NO Xmas spirit when it feels like March outside. I have daffodils coming up, ferchrissakes.
Off to waste a day. If I feel like it, I may vaccuum. Nah.
anyrose -I have no clue. (and I will say that all those stipulations weren’t IN the first post, but…) The ONLY thing I know re Meredith Wilson is that he wrote the Music Man. And that has nothing to do with Xmas.
We do not recognize the Olive upstart. Her name is not mentioned in polite company around here…<sniffs disdainfully>
BooFae - Good lord 'n butter. Someone in their mid-late 20s throwing a tantrum like that? With her mother? Amazing. “Spoiled brat” doesn’t even cover it. Just the same, footage of that would have been an invaluable resource to future generations in teaching them lessons on how humans are not to behave if they want to maintain a shred of credibility, much less dignity. I pity her future employer. Um – employers, for she will likely have many.
Hank - Tear that town a new one! It’s too stiff for its own good anyway.
doggio - We southern Ontarians don’t have any snow, either, and we’re sitting somewhere in the vicinity of 50C, give or take, with the only potential snow coming in next Thursday, and even that will probably be light and won’t stay around. Looks like a very green Christmas, which is rather disappointing. Every other day of the rest of this year can stay green for all I care, but Christmas, that’s supposed to be a blanket of glittering white, dammit!
I am too bleh at the moment to comment n much, except to encourage all the rest of the students in Miss Hissy Fit’s grad class to find her and wave their cap and gowns at her.
I had an early morning dream about being in some kind of HUGE youth hostel or possibly a hotel in Florida with communal showers where they gave out shampoo and stuff in little condiment packets like it was ketchup.
Then I woke up and discovered seconds too late that my dear Wife left me two sheets of toilet paper.
:eek:
Note: Cats are not good at understanding and following simple direction such as “Cuervo, be a good cat and go bring me a roll of TP”.
MBG as awful as it was for da Mrs. to not have changed the roll, the fact that there was no spare handy is unforgiveable. I thought I had impressed this on everyone already. The both of you should be ashamed for your shortsightedness. Jeez… ya’d think people would understand the importance of not only having plenty of tp but having plenty of tp nearby. It really is taking longer than I thought.
Today I hate copiers. Stoopid copier kept eatin’ my copies. GRRRRR
I may be weird, but I wasn’t looking forward to the Xmas break at all. I just started this job here (now let’s see… did I or did I not remember to bring my car?) but because it was through an agency and stuff, I didn’t find out whether or not I would have vacation on Christmas until last monday, by which time it would have been impossible to get tickets home. From here to Barcelona, maybe I could have - but from Barnacity to my home town, not in our sun’s life time.
Mom even changed her travel times: she had intended to go visit her parents (in Barcelona) before Christmas, but since I wasn’t going to be there and the rest of the landscape at home isn’t particularly pretty, she moved it to “on Christmas”. OK, so, if my gramps live in Barcelona, why not fly there?
Because that would be some horrible vacation, that’s why. Leaving the grandparents’ other quirks and twists aside (I understand gramps managed to piss off the supermarket’s newest cashier in record time; this one, he tried to grab her tits), that house is very cold and humid, they’re both deaf, both deny being deaf, the whole electrical system is so old that there isn’t a single outlet where a current plug will, well, plug… like hell no.
I just had a “welcome to the team, here’s plans for the next few weeks” meeting with the team leader and he asked whether I have plans for the break. I said no but that I also don’t see the point in being at work unless there’s something specific to be done. He’s got some specific things in mind and I’d be working in the central office, which is a humongous 200m (ok, maybe 300m) away from my apartment. Most of that distance is through heated buildings, too.
You know, sometimes I think it would be nice to throw a fit like that.
And then, after a few minutes, I realize that making everyone hate me and being ashamed of myself isn’t worth the few minutes of fun.
I want to bloody temperature to drop fifteen degrees, and for there to be snow. Snow! Come on, dammit!
Lilbro can be a bit… prissy. At Mom’s, the big package of TP is kept in the small bathroom; in the big bathroom, there is one reserve roll. Whomever finishes the roll is supposed to change it; if you finish the roll in the big bathroom, you either get one from the big reserve or use the reserve roll and get another reserve roll from the big reserve. Wouldn’t this look pretty in one of those diagrams with arrows that engineerds like so much? (that d was a typo but I decided to leave it in)
She finally healed him of what we call “the two square syndrome” the day that he was watching soccer on TV and she, after finding out that there were only two squares in the big bathroom, went to the small bathroom, grabbed a fresh roll, stood in front of the TV and berated him for several minutes. With her pants around her ankles.
Mom’s not usually a violent toon, but you don’t wanna piss her off. She knows where the turpentine is kept.
Nah we don’t. But we have this in-joke that the “Red Gables House” which used to belong to my family and is now a “rest home” has simply gone from being a madhouse to being a madhouse with a nicer name.
That’s the house in Pamplona where my great-grandma raised 7 kids (3 of them her sister’s, who had been great-grandpa’s first wife); she had a bell in the back porch, rang it before serving meals, started serving right away. Once she and the Lord of the House were done with soup, the main dish would be served - in the same dish. So you better finish your soup fast. And yes, dessert went in the same dish.
I have several cousins on that side who make me look normal.
Yesterday was a weird day, with a happy ending. After my last post, I went back to the hospital and sat with C. until 5:30. Since no one had appeared to let her sit up by this time, I went to her house to feed her cats - the outside one has to be fed before dark. I got to her house in time to remember I was driving the Prius instead of the Jeep. The Jeep keyring has her house key on it. So I drove to my house, got her house key, went back to her house & fed the cats, then went back to the hospital. Right as I walked in her room a nurse says “oh, is this your ride?” (I started to say “no. I"m the driver - the ride is in the parking garage”) so I had to turn around and go get the car and wait for them to wheelchair her out. I drove that damn parking garage so many times yesterday I’m still dizzy.
Mr. SCL had thoughtfuly bought salads for us to have for dinner, so we decided to eat dinner and see how she felt after that before we decided if I would stay the night. She felt kinda “rocky” as she put it, and I decided to stay. I put her to bed with a cup of tea and instructions to call me if she needed anything other than a trip to the bathroom. She was sound asleep by 8:30, and I turned out my light at 9 and was asleep within minutes - no insomnia at all. She was feeling great this morning and said the wound in the leg was completely closed and wasn’t even very sore. Her mother, sister and daughter all sent their thanks to me for staying with her. I was glad to do it - she’s become a very dear friend over the years.
So I’m home and catching up on the MMP - Jadhra - I hope you feel better. I know what it is like to have your feelings hurt and it sucks.
Ohh and sorry and hope you feel better as appropriate. I have hockey tonight and since I didn’t get a bath last night I need to go take one. Later!
Oh, by the way, it’s supposed to get up into the 70’s today. Christmas? Yeah, right!
Ah family weirdness. Counselors everywhere would starve if not for it.
I made an executive decision. I am taking next Friday off just because. I have no special plans. See, on Saturday next I will make the trek up to da homeplace to see family over Christmas. I’ll come back the day after Christmas and be at work the rest of the week. Most everybody will be off that week. As a matter of fact, the shop is shut down that week. So, I’ll pretty much be here by myself, which is ok, cause I can get lots of little stuff done without being [del]whined at[/del] bothered about other stuff. Thus, I am taking a day, just for me. If I so choose to sit around in my underwear and drink beer all day I shall. Or whatever else I might fancy. Just for me.
It’s going to be a very long day, to cap off a very long week. Seriously–this week has taken a month or better. It should be friggin’ Christmas by now, dammit.
But hey, I get presents from my parents this weekend, so it’s all good. Typically, I ask for something huge around September, and therefore get some jammies and a calendar come December because my mom can’t bring herself to give me nothing. But it just occurred to me last night that my computer was my present two years ago, the trip to Amsterdam was last year’s birthday present, and I didn’t ask for anything this year.
Which means, in all likelihood, that Mom. Went. Nuts.
This makes me happy. I’m selfish, spoiled, and materialistic. But … presents.
The storm was pretty darn bad and definitely hit some areas worse than others. I was fortunate, I still have power at home. It went out briefly a couple of times, but we’re good. No cable or internet though.
The actually closed the Narrows Bridge because of the wind. Several others were closed too. There are around a million people without power. Trees are down everywhere. Schools are closed. Two people in my county were killed by falling trees as they were driving. One lady almost drowned in her laundry room! By the time they got to her she’d been under water for five to eight minutes, but they were able to revive her. Yes…I typed that correctly, she ALMOST DROWNED IN HER LAUNDRY ROOM! The room was completely filled with water. The room was window-less. They had to cut a hole in the roof of the room to get to her and sent in DIVERS.
Congrats Sean!
The conference went well.
I need coffee. I’ll try to come in a little later, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to. So, if I don’t make it back, Happy Friday to all of you!
I’m just trying to figure out what a British hissy fit would sound like:
Her: “I am extremely upset.”
Boo: “So sorry, it can’t be helped.”
Her Mom: “This is completely inappropriate. I shall have to contact the Daily mail forthwith.”
Boo: “Perfectly understandable. Have a pleasant evening.”
Her: “Yes, a pleasant evening to you.”
The party, so to speak, starts in a couple of hours here at Technical Thingies. Last year I was trashed by five o’clock. This year I plan on taking it easy.
Actually, I was just reading the Sun-Times review of his new movie, and that same thought that Roeper makes early on popped into my head.
I could have started a CS thread, or one here but it peobably would have either turned into a forum for people with “bash Will Smith” stories, or more examples of OTHER stars who are nice people and what, don’t I like them too? And then someone might have even made it racial, who knows?
So since the MMP is essentially one Big Hijack anyway, why not here?
Me, too. I’m an only kid, and I am appallingly spoiled at Christmas. My FIL also spoils us appallingly- witness last year’s KitchenAid for me, and the leather coat for Mr. Lissar.
I am almost done Christmas shopping. I’m going to do some chores, then walk along to work to pick up my cheque, and on the way back pick up wrapping paper and a few final things for people. I am so happy.
Oh, crap. I haven’t gotten anything for Driving Husband yet. Brandy? Something for his fishtank?
and I’d be working in the central office, which is a humongous 200m (ok, maybe 300m) away from my apartment. Most of that distance is through heated buildings, too.