Congrats to FCM Hubby on the job. It sounds really exciting; especially the going to Australia part.
Good luck to Taxi on her job too. New things are always scary, but sometimes you just gotta take the plunge or you get stuck in a rut.
…and wishing luck to Vunderbob too for his civil slave position. I can call it that because I AM a civil slave.
Well, I got the boy child/almost man (he has a moostache now) packed up for 6th grade camp last night and dropped off his stuff at the school this morning, so I was a bit late to work. Then I had to go to a BUB (Battle Update Brief). I’m gonna miss my baby. He’s only gone for two nights, but he’s just a riot to be around.
I did not have a single, stinkin’ piece of Easter candy yesterday…not one. I am really craving some chocolate now.
I looked for ginger Altoids last night and couldn’t find any. Oh well.
I spent $60 to have the back wheel of my bike relaced with heavier spokes to support my keester, and I brought the wheel to work today to put it on the bike that wintered in my office. VunderKind wanted to use the one and only Family Truckster to run around today, and what better way to take advantage of the gorgeous weather than to ride home?
Put that puppy on, and I had an errand to do, so I thought I’d ride my bike to the credit union. Took the bike out to the parking lot, got on, rode it about 50 feet, only to run over a nail and blow out my front tire. :smack: :rolleyes:
Mr. Taters has informed that there is another boat show this weekend. He wants to go look at money pits again. I’d rather have a new car. We’ll see what happens.
I have just returned from yet another meeting and my tummy is all rumbly. I need to go down to the post office to overnight mail a letter to my son so that he can receive a letter while at camp. They make mail call a big deal there and I don’t want him to feel bad, or left out, or like we don’t miss him or something.
I was “volunteered” to give a briefing later next month. I had to regretfully inform the volunteerer that I am on scheduled leave that has been approved for quite some time. Lucky me!
Well, need to run to the PO. It’s handy having it right here in the ol’ hospital.
The Bariatric Surgeon’s office just called. I’ve passed the paper level screening, and I have appointments with a cardiologist for a clearance and the mandatory pshrink evaluation.
But, you could come live by me! Wouldn’t that be worth it? Of course it would! Anyone would want to live near me! Ain’t that right, gang? You all want to be my neighbors, don’t you?!?
Of course you do!
Yeah, the contractor has space on the Goddard campus.
You have to ask yourself, do you really, really want me for your neighbor? If the answer is yes, then you have to figure out a way to get my neighbors to move so you can move in next door cause I ain’t goin’ nowhere it snows on purpose.
Boreas, Zephyros, honey sweet, could you both come here for a sec…? Yeah, this swampbear guy… yes, I know it’s almost April… yes… okay, thank you, loves…
What swampy said…well minus the part about whether you’d really want me for a neighbor. You would, cause I’m fun when you want me to be but pretty much stick to my own home range otherwise.
Here swamp borrow my “no snow signs” to ward off kyth’s snow demons. They work pretty good.
Well, since I have nothing to say about chocolate (I ate too much this weekend to even think about it), or bariatric surgery (go VB, go!), I will share the lesson I learned this past weekend.
Not that I don’t like it - it’s just a tad overpriced. For those of you who don’t click on the link - it’s $48. Yes - a $48 keychain. I will make that keychain work - I expect to be buried with the keychain. Wait - my oops - it’s not a keychain, it’s a key fob. Whole different animal.
I just moved the table and one of the couches. I’m staring at the new arrangement, and trying to figure out if I like it. The table’s in front of the bay window now. More light. Hmm.
It’s nearly spring-cleaning, people-throwing-out-marvellous-things, yard sale time. I’m excited. We’ve gotten three sets of selves, two couches, and a mirror off of people’s lawns. The couches are ugly, but I slipcovered them. Easier to clean that way. And Quasi-Daughter bought us our beautiful sitting-at-table chairs at a yard sale last year.
I need more shelves. This is a great time.
I wonder if Mr. Lissar is going to shout at me when he finds out I’ve rearranged furniture.
So how exactly does thast work? Three sets apiece for you and each of your husbands/quasi-offspring? Or three sets to be split among the lot of you?
Kythereia: I would have offered you some chocolate Easter eggs, but I thought you were on the Weight Watchers program, so I didn’t want to tempt you unmercifully.
Well, if we start up the gated community, we’ve gotta have a duck pond, so we can finally learn to our satisfaction whether the birds’ quacks echo. And as a bonus, anyone with tasty duck recipes will have a ready source of fresh meat to prepare. Of course, when there’s a carry-in meal, several folks will have to bring pie. We should call the place by some word that ends in -gry…
Oooh, pprreettyy!! Maybe not $48 bucks pretty, but still pretty. On the other hand, it’s Coach, so it should last a little longer than something you picked up at Wal-mart.
I’ve been following this thread all week when I realized it was already Wednesday afternoon and I hadn’t said anything. So, not to be rude, Hi, Everyone. I don’t really have anything to add about Easter candy, monkeys or gated communities. I would like to try the ginger Altoids, but I have only seen them in California. They probably have them out here, but I haven’t really looked all that hard.
I think my sister gave me her head cold. Darn her.
