Retroactive Happy Shadowday!!!
Huzzah, Muppet!! <flinging confetti with wild and reckless abandon>
{{{Haze}}}
Home early - we got 59. **FCD ** is in the basement, son in law is gone, daughter hasn’t come home - serenity!!!
Off to change and assist my sweetie in construction. Laterz!!!
Yes, but what are you having for dinner? 
Thanks for all the birthday wishes!
I spent the evening reading trashy books. Two were good, one was so-so. See, it’s a series and this is book 8 or thereabouts. The lunacy included fun stuff like vehicles transporting a not-very important prisoner being hit by surface-to-surface missiles. In Virginia. Later on, our heroine breaks the villain’s neck with her mad martial art skillz (that she’s never had before.)
Taters, my sympaties. I’ve had to deal with my share of cranky databases, and it’s definitely driven me to drink more than once. 
MamaTigs, yay for new appliances! Have you already decided what you’re going to wash/dry as part of the inaugural ceremonies?
I’m debating writing an So Long And Thanks For All The Fish email before heading home today… the thing is, everyone writes the same stuff in these emails, so at best it’ll get a cursory glance before being dispatched to the trash folder. That said, if everyone else does send one out, I’ll be shamed as The Ingrate Who Didn’t Send a Thank You Email. Gah.
Tell them exactly where they can stick their towels.
Actually, I allowed Papa Tigs the joy of the First Load – he’s doing his undies. Which require bleach, etc., so give the washer more of a workout than my stuff, which I wouldn’t allow bleach near on pain of death.
I also have to say: The new washer is QUIET! As in so quiet I walked clear up to the door of the laundry room before discovering it was on the spin cycle!
The only problem is that the salesman didn’t write in the work order that the dryer door needed to be reversed. So while Papa Tigs could do it himself easily enough, rather than potentially void the warranty, he’s got to call the salesman and demand they send out a technician to do it. The guy who did the installation was very apologetic, but said (a) he can’t do it without it being in the work order, and (b) that’s a technician’s job anyway. Once that’s done, we’ll rearrange the whole laundry room since we decided to stack them – we’ll push them back towards the water softener (mandatory with our water), and this will give us room for a broom/ironing board hanging kit against the back wall, move the storage shelf unit to the front right corner (snowbunny knows what I’m talking about), and then we can put a 4-foot folding table we have in there for a work surface, and can fold it up when not in use. It should make a much more functional laundry room.
We also decided, even though neither one of us particularly likes this house, at this point we’re well enough settled in and our landlord is happy for us to stay as long as we want to, that we might as well just stick it out till it’s time to move away from the area. Which means I really need to get my ass in gear and start actually fixing the place up. I’ve spent the last 3 years pretending we were going to move again soon so it wouldn’t be necessary, but at this point I suspect we’re here for at least another 3-5 years, so it’s time to make do with what we’ve got. Sigh. But I’ll never really like this house, no matter how long I live here!
Landlord’s roommate is going to come over this afternoon (since Landlord is doing a tour in Iraq) with a big plumber’s snake and see if that’ll be good enough to get the blockage out of the dryer vent line. If it’s not, then it’s time to call in a pro. But hey, if Phu wants to sweat and curse and tear the skin off half his knuckles too, who am I to object?
Okay, back to work. Which doesn’t go away in spite of new appliances, alas.
We’ve quit for the day - and I hardly did anything - woo!
Last 4 pics on this page show our latest efforts. With luck, we’ll finish framing tomorrow. Or by Sunday.
Um. I just did an unplanned food-shopping expedition for stuff we don’t need. But they had huge knockoff (President’s Choice) dark chocolate toblerone-type bars for $1! So that’s my dessert. And Mum brought over the grill-thingy, which I’m going to try out for dinner tonight. I think we’ll have grilled pork tenderloin with zuchinni and peppers, because I’m not feeling innovative.
So I inherited the gay clean gene… If by that you mean from time to time I get all frantic and really scrub everything down but most of the time I settle for, you won’t get any known communicable diseases from visitin’ da cave, then I guess I did. As a matter of fact, da cave is all spiffed right now.
I have finished all my work, had a couple beerverages and am about to go light the grill. Burgers and fries tonight. YUM! Also, though he does not know it yet, ol’ y’all know who is takin’ me to Sonic for a milkshake for dessert. He gladly cooperated last week. He shall this week. I have spoken.
donkeybear ummmmmmmm… that’s kind of a lowball GPA for postgraduate work. Just sayin’… Give yourself a year or two to gain experience and you’ll do fine. You’re young yet. I waited several years before grad school and I’m glad I did even though I coulda gone right into grad school after undergrad. The experience I gained in the mean time made grad school a lot more meaningful for me.
Thus endeth the lecture…
Ok, time to light the grill, grab another beerverage and make burgers!
Later Y’all!
I know I must have missed it, because I’ve really only skimmed the MMP the last few weeks but, did you have to give up your lovely studio and who will be living there?
eta - I am choking on dust from cleaning out my cubby for the move - dust on things dating back to 1999 - I think I can shread those, huh?
rosie, I didn’t give up my studio… well, I sorta did while construction is ongoing. But once we get the apartment built and get FCD’s new shop built (next year) I’ll have a studio about twice as big as my old one. In the interim, I’ll have to share the studio space with my sweetie, but he won’t be doing much in such a small space. In anticipation of my larger space, I’ve already started shopping for a slab roller. I’ve got a year to save up for it.
1999 can be shredded - have a ball!
The apartment is for my daughter and her spousal unit.
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Cool Little Teashop downtown sells custard powder!
When my paycheck gets in…
I’M MAKING NANAIMO BARS!
Mr. McUne needs new sunglasses. His oakley’s were stolen from the car this morning. He needs a replacement pair. What is a good place to order new sunglasses from, preferably reasonably priced.
I have nine minutes until I can go home.
I couldn’t get the data pull to work, so I gave up about 20 minutes ago.
I’ll try again Monday. I’d take my laptop home and try it again this weekend, but I’ve got too much going on with my daughter’s graduation, out of town friend, and Father’s Day.
Hubby called me when he was driving home from work. He asked me if we were eating low fat tonight and I told him, that yes, that was my plan. He then asked if I was stopping the store. I told him that yes, I was stopping by the store. He then asked me to pick up chips and a lemon merangue pie. I informed him that chips and pie were not low fat.
I won’t be having any of that stuff, even though I like lemon merangue. I know merangue isn’t spelled correctly, but I’m too tired to look up the spelling. I’m being lazy; you’ll just have to deal with it.
Time to go. I need hit the ladies room and then I’m free for the weekend.
Ta for now.
eBay has new glasses for cheap, depending on what kind you’re looking for.
The Guy and I have been lounging around in my empty apartment all day. At this rate I will have to spend all night packing. Eek.
Haze if you spend all night packin’ that means you’ll sleep all the way on the plane. Sleepin’ on a plane is what I prefer. My idea of a perfect flight is to zonk out right after takeoff and wake up at landing. Then again I detest flying.
Supper is et and milkshake has been had. I got told I’m gettin’ awful pushy about the milkshakes. Yeah, last Firday and this Firday I informed him he’s buyin’ me a milkshake. It coulda been worse. I could’ve decided he was buyin’ me dinner.
Taters it’s meringue. I know cause meringue is one of my favorite words. I just love the way it sounds and the way it’s spelled. Plus I do love a good meringue. Nah, a sentence like that last one is not like too gay or anything. :dubious:
I hear thunder rumbles in the distance. It better. I just hate it when nature teases me about a good thunderboomer then yanks it out from under me. :mad:
-swampbear (over user of smileys)
Okay, here’s a cheap chuckle for you kids.
I can’t sleep on planes–not even in first class where the seats turn into “beds”. The engine noise is too loud for me and voices sound like their underwater. (I’ve only flown international once in first class–it was very nice indeed, except I still didn’t sleep).
Instead of doing the work I had planned, I dug up a whole mess of lillies of the valley (which are real pests, even if they are pretty and smell nice) and made a small walkway with the large paving stones I re-discovered under all the lillies of the valley. I did transplant 5 of the 17 baby plants. I am itching to turn out this room to clean and purge it, but that will have to wait until Sunday. Monday we run around like chickens to get #1 son ready and Tuesday he leaves for LA then Australia! :eek: My baby is flying the coop. 
Also on Tuesday, TH and Daughter fly to Boston for orientation–so it will be me and #2 son at home. The boys are home from camp as of today and the washing machine is in high demand.
The basement looks nice, FCM. Yay on the new washer Tigs!
Don’t get me started on “man clean”…
Woo hoo on the job, Mahna! (And, yes, you should send the fish e-mail, because, even if they don’t read it, they’ll notice if you don’t.)
I read your first post as being about transplanting babies, rigs. :eek: :eek: :eek:
More hugs, Haze. Wish you could stay. But, hey, we’ll entertain you while you’re there. (And expect to be entertained in return! :D)
I have sent the check for the downpayment on the new roof and gutters. Ouch. (Well, it could have been worse, but, still…)
Need to make some phone calls…
Back later.
GT
McUne, you can find lots of sunglasses, including Oakleys, on zappos.com. The best part is that you can return them for free until you find a pair that you like.