That sucks. Is he totally clueless or what? Can you say something to the older priest or even to this young numbnuts? I wouldn’t have stayed for communion, either! :mad:
Here’s my celebration of St Patrick’s Day: 
Yes, it’s a political statement. 
I am looking for a wall map to hang on the library wall. So far, they’re all too wide and too short, except for the wall maps which are 8+ feet wide and 6 feet long. :eek:
I’ll have to call it irk from now on. Excellent.
I live in a weird place. Due to the lack of mail delivery, they actually hand-delivered census forms. Apparently they won’t send them to PO boxes because a) technically, they aren’t required and b) you can have more than one. I saw this in the Wednesday paper this morning, and when I got home, there it was. Perfect timing. Now all I have to do is remember to mail it. Hmm.
Right. I have a sword. I’m there. (Is he at least a cute young priest? The local Episcopal priest is a hottie, unless they have gotten a different one than the last time I was at one of those interfaith thingies that happen once in a while. Yow.)
I laughed so hard at this, that I had to read/explain to TVMan what I was laughing about. But,** swampy**, that was pretty rude. I’m ready to join the fight. I’ve got a propane torch, duct tape, and vise grips, too!
Ok, so we went to see the band. They were good as always, but they were playing in a tent, so the acoustics were off. Also, I’d like to say that if someone is drinking a Diet Coke on a huge night of drunkenness, shouldn’t they get said Diet Coke for free? :rolleyes:
That’s all. Time for bed very soon.
Oooooooooooh. Can I have the young priest? He won’t be a priest by the time I get through with him.
:eek: I’m telling!!! :eek:
He’s a Whiskypalian priest, Haze, are you planning on turning him into puzzle pieces?
Hockey mojo, eh? I avoid doing whatever I did the previous year, but it’s hopeless. Favorite NHL team keeps getting bounced from playoffs in an ugly early exit every single year.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. The good news is it’s my last day of irk this week. YAY!
Thanks Y’all! It’s good to know I have a mob of Henchmumpers to call on. Plus I am very impressed with the amassed weaponry! Clue by fours, trouts, swords, propane torch, vise grips, duct tape, all very creative and awesome! Plus we have Rosie workin’ up alibis which we all know would be really good, airtight, nobody could prove anything alibis. 
I have progressed from pissed off to hurt more than anything. I need to talk with young Priest about this. He needs to know how I feel and, IMO, set the record straight that I did not read the wrong lesson but the lesson placed on the Lectern was the wrong lesson. I would assume it was him who chose and placed the reading(s) there but I suppose it could have been the Verger. I just really feel it needs to be made known that it was not of my doing is all.
rigs this is a small church. Young Priest is our one and only Priest. I call him YP because he is young, as in thirty-two years old. Overall a nice guy. Just not so much last night.
Ok, I gotta get purtified for irk. Glad y’all like that term btw.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
ETA: I think a reading of Everybody Poops read with wacky voices would be worth payin’ to see.
Swampy, that priest was clearly at fault for putting the wrong lesson out in the first place and it was just plain rude of him to keep suggesting you’d read the wrong one. I would have a quiet word with him about his manners (or lack thereof) and then insist on a public apology in front of the entire congregation next time. Of course, that’s after the Mumpers have finished with him and he’s had a special session with my pointy stick.
I’m up, dammit. I was dead hard asleep when I heard **FCD **getting out of the shower. And once I’m up, I’m pretty well up. So I’ve tended to the critters, my sweetie has left for the office, and I’ve got 3 hours till the window guys show up to finish the job. They’re replacing the bow window and installing a small window, the size of the bathroom window, in the stairwell at the top landing. It’ll be great to have natural light and a source of fresh air in there. Especially since that’s where the litter box lives.
Besides showering and donning appropriate attire, I have to clear the top landing and the rack where the ironing board and broom hang so they’ve got space to work. I also need to move all of my plants out of the bow window and on to the dining room table, then move the love seat, the old Singer machine and the TV out of the way.
I may attack my taxes today, and pay the couple of bills that require me to write checks. And load the dishwasher. And after the workers are done, I definitely need to run the vacuum. Another busy day ahead, I see.
Meanwhile I’m hungry, but I don’t feel like fixing anything. I’ll probably scramble an egg - that’s quick and easy, 'specially if I nuke-scramble it. Once I wake up… I’s still tahred!!
Happy Thursday!!
I’m worried. My little gray cat Smokey was out all night and hasn’t shown up this morning. I’d like her to come home, now.
Wow. Da priest was recruited by TCTPSwampyO. I say [del]execute[/del] [del]excommunicate[/del] [del]tar-and-feather[/del]pee on his shoes during the sermon immediately.
LiLi, anything new to report with your new tricycle motor?
I got nuttin’. Enjoy irk, y’all.
Window guys are here, attacking my bow window. Good thing I moved all my plants out early. I also cleared the landing so they can cut a hole in the wall for the stairwell window. Taz is locked in my room and I’m pretty sure Ziva is hiding under my bed. I opened the windows and put the litter box in my bathroom - I should probably give them a bowl of water, too…
Dishwasher is washing dishes. SIL is still asleep. I don’t feel like doing anything, and I can’t sit in front of the TV and knit because they had to move the TV to get to the window. Oh well. I guess I can play stoopit on line games. Or do my taxes. Same thing…
Another gorgeous day! I don’t want to say it too loud, but I think spring might have finally made it…
I hope the cat gets home.
Swampy needs to say something to YP. Even if the YP meant it in a humorous way–not funny.
I have insomnia BAD–it’s been a week with almost no sleep. (can’t get to sleep, but once I am, I’m fine. This is a change up from last fall when I could fall asleep no problem, but then woke and couldn’t get back). Long story short, I am now late for work.
Bleh.
Gorgeous here too–spring is HERE!
New kitchen cabinet boxes have invaded my house. Oh my.
I just remembered a question I have for folks in general and **rigs **in particular - What’s a nice token gift/bribe to offer the nurses who will be tending to my husband post-surgery? I feel bad that I never considered this before (this is surgery #4) and I’m also a bit concerned because we’re going to a different hospital which has a mixed reputation.
Some say it’s great, some hate it, some say certain areas have less-than-compassionate nurses. Honestly, I don’t know who to believe, but the fact is he’ll be in there for 3 days and I don’t want to have to worry when I’m not there with him. And I thought maybe a basket of muffins or bagels or banana bread or something similar might make the nursing staff treat him super-special nice… Or at least let them know that we do appreciate their efforts…
I have to admit that many of the bad things I’ve heard came from a local message board, and I know there are a lot of assholes who post there. But my husband also heard some negative remarks from some coworkers. On the other hand, we do think well of his doctor and I can’t imagine the surgeons who use the facilities would put up with crap, since it would reflect badly on them also. But what do I know - I’m just worried about my sweetie.
So, to bribe or not to bribe, and what sort of bribe? Also, would something each day of his stay be too much? I’m guessing a bottle of Scotch is right out. 
One time in my Indianner days when VWife had leg surgery, I brought a ginormous pizza for dinner, with the intention that the nurses and other staff who came in to the room were supposed to partake. It was greatly appreciated. Bagels, donuts, a cake would probably all be popular too.
Of course, when both of us had our plumbing redone, that kind of bribe was ruled out immediately.
If the crew is not one to think with their stomachs, howzabout flahrs for the nurse’s station?
Changing the subject, a bumper sticker I saw, “Thought for the day: After Monday and Tuesday, even the calendar says W T F…”
**BBBobbio **- I want that bumper sticker!!!
There’s a local grocery about a mile or so from the hospital, and they have wonderful donuts!! I’m guessing their bagels are probably good, too. With a side of some cream cheese??
I also went to the hospital web site - they have unlimited visitation, unless the patient’s condition precludes it. That makes me feel better, too. Not that I intend to drop in at 2AM.
swampy, that was incredibly rude. I would demand an apology.
Yawn. Perma-sleepy here, nothing else to report yet.
Mornin’.
There was a woodpecker in our backyard this morning. I couldn’t spot him (not surprising… the few we do get are little itty-bitty guys), but I could sure as heck hear him tapping away in our elm tree. Between that and the tulips peeping out in the yard, I think we can officially say spring is here. Yay! 