I found it! I found it! And she’s actually still at the same shop so I’m gonna head for there when I get out of work. It’s a Great Clips so it’s not expensive and Donna cuts my hairs better than anyone else I’ve been to. I also can get some of my secret hair goop that I’m almost out of. It’s almost right across the street from the Grumpuses new place, too, so I can pop in there and see if they need anything. Yippee!!!
You should definitely go back to the one you really like whatever the cost. Hair is your crowning glory afterall.
bobbio, I love that living will. Anybody know if it’s legal? I say it should be iffen it isn’t.
bobbio what about if we try some cold beer by IV first to see if that’ll cause you to respond? Ya know, just in case the underlying problem is the absence of beer. If you don’t respond, then we’d yank away. Howzat?
I know how to sing that song, and I know a bunch of different harmonies for it! Fear me! I can sing it over and over and over…
I think all the happy brithday greetings have been adequately covered, and I’m too sleepy to code. I was up until 2:30 for the third straight night. Attacks Things Husband, Mr. Lissar, and I were talking about relationships and marriage. I am obviously a marriage expert, being married to so many men.
Attacks Husband’s girlfriend really really wants a prenuptial agreement. A.T. Husband isn’t keen on them, and since they’re both broke there’s not a whole lot of property to be protected or anything. They are arguing about it. So we stayed up late talking about marriage, and I’m sleepy at almost noon.
V-Bob, I love that living will. That is just kick-ass. I wish they really could be written that way.
E-mail traffic between me and the acting chief of my division:
Me to boss: Please forward to me the spreadsheet and e-mail you sent out yesterday.
Boss to me: No.
Me to boss: You’re killin’ me…
Boss to me: I know.
At least he’s humorous.
Ah! It’s Friday at last. I’ve settled on what I’m going to purchase from Pier 1 with my $100.00 gift card and will probably pick it up tonight on the way home from work.
Going out on the boat tomorrow and Sunday I’m taking the daughter shopping for a formal dress for her 9th grade formal dance.
I’d like a weekend where I didn’t have to go anywhere or do anything, but I don’t see that happening for quite awhile.
The consensus (is that spelled right?) is that none of the three of us really like the idea, because it seems to us to be possibly a little self-defeating to sit down before getting married and figure out who gets what in the event of a divorce. I can see the pragmatism inherent in it, especially if you’re getting married at a point in your life when you have quite a lot of goods to protect, but it doesn’t make as much sense for the very young (25-26) and broke. And we don’t like the idea of any duties within marriage being regulated by legal document.
One of the reasons he doesn’t want one is that it’s evidence (in her specific case) that she doesn’t trust him, at a deep level, and so instead of figuring out a prenup, he’d like to address the deeper issue. She’s been abused by previous boyfriends, and finds trust difficult. She lives in Hawaii, so she hasn’t had the reassuring day-to-day contact that probably would help.
I think if they talked about it, and she told him her emotional reasons for wanting a prenup, he’s be relatively okay with one, but so far it’s been phrased as, ‘Look how badly the courts might screw you over if we get divorced’.
I forgot to say I made cheese straws last night. That’s always newsworthy. See, a co-worker from one of our outer offices is about to have a baby. Well, not as in, any second now the kid’s gonna pop out, but in a few weeks. Sometime this month. Anyways, there’s a baby shower going down here at about 2 PM. I ain’t having nuttin’ to do with it, other than to pop in, hug the mommy-to-be and perhaps score a few of my cheese straws cause they’re good. I even bought her a present, cause I’m nice like that. I got her a gift card from WallyWorld. Did y’all know you could register for baby stuff at WallyWorld? This is a fact I learned just this week. Anyways, Wednesday afternoon in the break room I asked about what kind of stuff on said gift register would be a good thing to buy. Our latest mommy (remember her from when I won the office pool about date and weight?) mentioned that she got a lot of gift cards from places like Chez Target and WallyWorld and she really liked it cause she was able to get some stuff she didn’t get at her shower plus she had been using em still since the kid got birthed and how just this past week she used her last one to buy some baby stuff. So, according to her, a gift card is a good thing. So, that’s what I got the mommy-to-be. I was glad to learn that little fact.
Tomorrow, there’s a cookout at the swampcave in the afternoon. See, the nephew of a friend of mine is being shipped out to Iraq in a few weeks. So I told her we could have a pool party/cookout thingy if she wanted, which she did. So there’ll be people I know and people I don’t know at said party but that’s ok cause of why we’re doin’ it. I bought a phone card at WallyWorld to give him. I’ve been told that that’s something that’s really appreciated over there. Those phone cards are great. You can put more minutes on em even. I’ve been using one for a while instead of having long distance service on my landline at home.
I get to participate in a one and a half hour web-based training at three o’clock. I can’t decide if I want to do it here or at home. Either way it will be painful. Though at home I could get nekkid if I wanted and they wouldn’t know. Nekkid web-based training doesn’t sound any more fun that clothed web-based training. If I were wireless, I could do sittin’ out by the pool nekkid web-based training. That sounds naughty so that’d probably be fun. Maybe I’ll just go home and do sittin’ around in my underwear web-based training. That’d be comfy. Sounds like a plan to me.
Agh! I itch! I itch! It won’t stop. I’m going to have to purchase a new ruler because I’ve been using the ruler I currently have as a backscratcher today. My back is peeling, and I’m going insane! Insane! Insane!
I’m supposed to be working on a report, but before I can do the report, I have to clean the spreadsheets used to make the report. I need to clean out all the Micky Mouse data first, then I can put the report together. Only 17 more days to put together.
Oh, I want to go home, trust me on this one. However, as you well know Bumba it is only 2:05 pm here on the West Coast. I still have two and one half hours to go.
I’m still all itchy and this makes concentrating on work difficult.
I’m gonna go slather my arms with your red clover tea lotion now.
swampy, darlin’, sweetcheeks, pookie, dearest friend of mine, you know it would be a lovely gesture for you to send a batch of your famous cheese straws to your dearest, adoring, ever-so-slightly more mature MMP friend, you know. And she, in turn, might be inclined to gift you with a first-edition FCM official hunk o’ pottery.
My baby is in Maryland. She and her dad are enroute from BWI airport, although I suggested they stop and eat on the way. Her plane was late and the traffic is particularly sucky. I’m not continental enough to want to dine at 8 or later, so I’ll grab something quick and they’ll have daddy-daughter time.
I was late getting home because I went into Fredericksburg to get some bedroom furniture I bought from a coworker. It’s that cargo style - heavy pine - not my favorite but it was $150 for a captain’s bed (including mattress), a dresser, and a book shelf. Tomorrow, we’ll remove the boxes from the yellow room, take in the furniture, then stow the contents of the boxes in the drawers and on the shelves. Then I’ll make the bed so daughter’s BF has a place to sleep when he gets here on Tues.
I should be able to pick up my last 3 pieces of pottery tomorrow morning, I hope. We’re going to drive to Annapolis for breakfast, then go to the school. I can’t wait to see how they came out!
Today’s my MIL’s b-day, but you don’t have to sing for her because she never ventures into the wilds of the internet.
And that’s all I got. I should probably tidy the bathroom for the kid and run the vacuum to suck up the big hunks. I really should. Really. It won’t clean itself. No sirree…
I’m gonna be all annoying and stuff and quote something that someone said a while ago instead of talking about what you all are talking about now. I guess this proves I’m a little slow, huh. Oh, and this might sound all depressing and stuff but don’t get sad 'cause there’s a joke at the end. And thanks everybody for all the nice things you all said about me and the better half. We had a great time. Ok, on with whatever I was going to talk about.
My Dad just started chemo again (Doctors just keep finding new stuff wrong with him) and this time it’s the super-duper type that will probably make all his hair fall out. Now my Dad doesn’t have too much hair left to begin with, so this wasn’t to big of a deal for him, except that his facial hair might fall out too, which means we will finally learn what he’s been hiding under his mustache for the past 40 years. I’ll bet it’s a tattoo of something. Probably a mustache.
He had his first treatment last week, and he had to go to the hospital the day after just so they could check up on him and make sure he didn’t react badly to the chemo. Or at least not abnormally badly, 'cause chemo isn’t something people tend to react well to. So, he went to the doctor’s office, and a nurse walked in and asked how he was doing. My Dad replied, “I don’t know. I just started this treatment yesterday and all my hair fell out already.” The nurse was concerned for about 10 seconds until she realized that my Dad was balding to begin with. He’s quite the jokester.
Oh, and Bumbazine, your name always makes me sing (in my head, anyway) Bumbidy Bumbidy Bumbidy Bumbidy BUM-BAAA, Bumbidy Bumbidy Bumbidy Bumbidy bump badda bumbaZINE, which I think is the old ‘Lone Ranger’ theme, or some other thing that was before my time.
You know, I was just reading this and not really singing it until you said you thought it was the Lone Ranger theme song. Guess what ear worm I have now? AND…I’m singing it exactly like you wrote it!
Finally, I hope the treatment works this time around for your father lt , chemo sometimes seems worse than the illness. It sounds like your dad has a real sense of humor though.
Ooof. I have walked far to get spices and veggies, done the dishes, and am almost finished mucking up the kitchen by making shepherd’s pie and creamed chicken with peppers. And roasted mini potatoes. My food for the weekend. I poached a whole bunch of chicken breats in broth and am going to freeze them, too.
The kitchen is very warm and all messed up again, but I can get it really tidy tomorrow. Tonight I’m just going to eat dinner and go to bed.
:: pops in, slightly embarassed, but kinda giggly ::
Darn you, taxi! Here I was, content to lurk sight unseen for yet another week, and you have to go around announcing things like birthdays to the world.
And thanks to everyone else! Thursday was a day of (relative) relaxation, of watching people walk into glass walls, and of lots of sushi and sunshine.
