May I just say, “yuck”?! Seriously people, how desperate do you need to be to steal brains…
At its longest, in the carefree days of my youth, I would have to tuck it inside my belt on the motorcycle; full ZZ Top/Old Believer model. Combing or brushing it after eating anything was a must.
Did a double; hopefully the last. Our main Fulfillment Center assures us orders are tapering off to normal levels.
Last day of training today, which means that I’m now on a later schedule. Unfortunately, today involved getting up at 0-dark-30 to allow time for a 1.2 mile hike to the light rail station (DH needed the car, and the timing really wouldn’t have worked for any other method of getting me to work on time). SO glad I don’t have to do that any more (I can actually sleep until it’s light out!).
Magic Internet food tonight, courtesy of Burger King. 
“We’re hoping that if anyone feels like they’re missing a human specimen brain, bring it to our attention and maybe we could return it to its rightful owner.”
Flytrap? Anyone seen Flytrap lately? Is he hunting for something he misplaced?
I predict zombies will be making Cumberland County their new meeting place from now on. 
Oh – there you are. In the old days it was one of the many forms of Killer Weed and well known to friends of a friend. (His father owned a funeral home.)
Conversations with Sah-son.
Me: We have another mouse, did you see the droppings over by the cat food bag?
SS: Okay
Me: I need you to put the shop vac together so I have a vacuum with a hose.
SS: Okay, I’ll do it.
Me: I’d do it myself but I can’t get the top off to get to the attachments.
SS: Okay, later.
Me: Okay, but I need it to clean up the droppings.
Five minutes later.
SS: Mom, we have another mouse, there’s droppings over by the bag of cat food.
Later that night.
Sah-son is heading upstairs.
Me: Can you throw the bath towels down while you’re up there? I want to wash them.
SS: Okay.
Five minutes later he’s coming back down.
Me: Weren’t you supposed to bring something down with you.
SS: I forgot
Me: Bring it next time.
SS: What was I supposed to bring?
Me: I can’t remember. What were you supposed to bring down? I know I need it but now I can’t remember what it was.
SS: Me either.
A few minutes later
Me: TOWELS! You were supposed to bring down the TOWELS!
SS: Okay, I’ll get them later when I go up again.
Is it no wonder nothing gets done around here?
Earlier today I had BANG BANG BANG! at my front door. I’m thinking who the hell can that be, I’m not expecting anybody and especially not anybody who BANGS! at the door. Before I can even stand up to head for the door, they BANG BANG BANG! again and then the DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG! of the door bell.
The police,
with a warrant,
for somebody who doesn’t live here.
I get phone calls for dead beats, mail from the courthouse, and parole and probation, and now the cops at my door.
I have a recycle bin in front of my house. I have no idea who it belongs to. I’ll probably get an inspection notice from the city for that.
I think I’m an annoyance magnet.
I made breakfast for supper and in doing so I found the bottle of windex in the fridge 
. I know I didn’t put it in there so I guess it was hubs. Is he losing it? :eek:
When I got home from irk near 7 pm he was already home, showered and napping and when he woke he said “I am exhausted”. You think? He is possessed and works 7 days a week up to 15 hrs per day. In extreme heat.
I took off tomorrow cause my new dishwasher will be delivered tween 10 and 2 and hubs said it would be too inconvenient for him to stop his job to be here. I also have to finish loading my new china into my new cabinet. The friend that gave it to me is back in hospital. I fear her days are few. Bless her heart. I do want to finish the loading of the china so I can send her a photo so she will know it has a good home.
I have asked the neighbor boy to clean and wax my car for good money. He is 14 and a good kid. He works at Winn Dixie and is trying to save for a jet ski. His dad told him to save half and he’d match it. The one he wants is $6K. Anyway, Tommorow is his day off and he can do my car. Said he would but we shall see.
I guess that is all the news that’s fit to print. Tahred.
Despite the full moon:eek:, the night went smoothly at work. I got passed by a storm chaser truck on the way home, no good can come of that.
Butters ,sorry about your friend. 
sari, I used to get frequent police visits when I lived in da Hood.
Ruble, like a neighbor used to say, “If I had a brain, I’d take it out and play with it.” 
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Today’s my Firday.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up, caffeinated, and purtified even so no YAWN. ‘Tis 74 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 95 and maybe rain/tstorms/apocalypse later this afternoon. Or not. We did get some rain yestiddy so who knows. Why are you up, caffeinated, and purtified at this hour you ask? We’re goin’ for a <snerk> Quickie! <snerk> brekkie. I mentioned goin’ to the farmers market in Cordele yestiddy but had the forethought to go look at the website. The market is open Thursday, Firday, and Sattidy. Glad I looked before I took off. So instead I shall take on the chore of rearrangin’ the freezers. I know what’s in ‘em and all but I have a tendency to get all willy-nilly stickin’ stuff in 'em so they need a good rearrangement.
OK I hear rumblin’s from the bedroom which means OYKW is ready. Good cause I’s hongry!
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
Why is it that so often I have dreams that take place in the house where I grew up? I haven’t lived there since 1973, and my folks sold it in '79. It’s been at least a decade since I even drove by it. Yet more often than makes sense, it pops up in my nocturnal subconscious. Weird.
I really should tidy my desk before I leave at night. I came in this morning to assorted piles of stuff - what a mess! I’ll organize it before I start working… maybe.
My Giant Meteor bumper stickers have shipped. Can’t wait to put them on our vehicles.
That’s all for now. Happy Wednesday!
If I had a hammer,
I’d hammer in the morning,
I’d hammer in the evening,
all over this wooooorld…
Managed to do nothing yesterday outside of waiting until the thunderstorms were at their height to go out to run my errands (sometimes I wonder if somebody has stolen my brain…). Just saw a beetle about 3 inches long run across the carpet…I should have taken a picture, I pay good money for pest control, should post that on their site…(yeah, and get those kids off my lawn…)
And now tis’ morning, the paper has been read and caught up on election news (I refuse to watch either convention), and perhaps I will accomplish something…after breakfast, of course…
All y’all take care of yourselves now.
**MetalMouse **- I’m with you on not watching conventions. Too much concentrated stoopit! It’s bad enough having to see the “highlights” on the news. Altho I did get a giggle at all the denials about Melania’s speech being cribbed from Michelle Obama!
C’mon, Firday!!!
blurf
My Dad, when he did something dumb, was always “if I had half a brain I’d have half a brain”.
Doing some laundry before work. I have the dentist tomorrow. I hate dentists. So don’t look for me to be my usual happy self tomorrow.
Up and at 'em. I went to the auto parts store and got wax and car cleaning stuff for the neighbor boy to wash and wax my car. I also go some new wiper blades. I went by the bank for cash to pay the neighbor boy and am home now. Dishwasher will be here shortly. Of course, it is raining off and on so car wash may not happen.
I have lots of housework to do but truth be known I’d rather go back to bed. So BLURF.
Have a good day Mumpers.
Happy Hump Day!
It’s a sunny 73 degrees outside.
If I had a hammer
there would be a lot of people with headaches.
People pluck my nerves.
I don’t watch conventions either. They take hours to say what could be said in five minutes or less and I prefer the condensed version, tyvm.
Besides that, I’m too short to look good in hip boots.
Time to make some phone calls, clean the litter box, unload the dishwasher. My new shop vac has an attachment for keyboards. I think there may be some crumbs under the spacer bar.
The fun never ends.
Afternoon, mumpers. If I had a hammer, there would be a trail of dead people. I am severely irked today, I’ve spent ages organising a bunch of welcome events for our incoming postgrad students at the behest of one of the programme leads. I had asked them a couple of months ago for an idea of what they wanted because we have to request rooms from the central timetabling team.
I got various responses of mixed levels of usefulness, and finally had a discussion with the only member of staff teaching on the programme who helpfully gave me a copy of last year’s induction events and suggested we just do what we did last time. So I did.
Now I have a barrage of emails from about sixteen different people wanting to know why things are in Week 1 instead of Welcome Week…err…because that’s when you had them last year and I told you I was going to do that. And why is there a library talk in a computer cluster? Because it’s a hands-on session about how to find stuff in the new library. Why isn’t there a library tour? Because the nice library man doesn’t know for sure when they will move from the old library to the new one and there’s no training room available yet. And so it goes on. Pretty much every event I’ve set up they now want to change either the date, time, location or provider so I might just as well scrap the lot and start again.
It’s a good job it’s pub night, that’s going to save my sanity.
See Post #44
Da freezers are all nice and organized now. Go Me! Now I can “put up” veggies. Once I buy ‘em that is. I’m debatin’ with myself over whether or not to buy things in the shell or already shelled. Already shelled seems to be winnin’ the debate thus far. Squish, okra, and corn are not part of the debate since the ain’t in shells. It’s entertainin’ in my world!