ouch.
LOL! **VBob ** that was hilarous. I had to tell hubby that one, lol.
Morg don’t feel bad. I have been moved in here for what, 6, almost 7 years and I still haven’t unpacked everything. I think those boxes could almost be tossed.
Riiiight. And the check’s in the mail, and we’re from the government and we’re here to help you. 
One word: WD-40. Works like a charm at removing any type of gum or glue.
I am currently enjoying my after-dinner ice cream. It is teh yum! Unfortunately, when I finish it, then it’s time to go back to work. Which is teh yuck. This job is easy but just mind-numbingly dull. The attorney doing the question speaks in a monotone, and the witness answers in a monotone, and the subject is pricing of mortgage-backed securities. Thrilling, isn’t it?
You didn’t catch the “maybe” in there? Don’t forget you forgot to pick it up while you were here, after I’d mentioned I had it!
I WANNA GO HOME!!! I’ve had enough for today. It’s not been bad, but it’s been busy. I want to go put my feet up.
Morgyn, acetone-based nail polish remover works a charm for removing sticky residues - well, at least it does with the adhesive that price stickers always seem to leave behind on glass or ceramic items, anyways. I’d imagine that masking tape is probably similar enough for the acetone to do its magic.
Soapy, those look like awesome party favours, and I’m sure that they will be part of an even awesomer party.
Walked 20 minutes home from my carpool buddy’s loft, made dinner out of leftovers from Sunday’s fajitas, cleaned up the last of Sunday’s mess from the kitchen, pulled some weeds out of the garden, finally got around to taking the boxspring out to the curb for garbage pickup and took out the rest of the garbage/compost while we were at it. I feel righteously productive.
My sister just informed me that she spelled my niece’s name differently. Not that I was a big fan of Madison in the first place. And I know, I know people can name their kids anything they damn well please, and they do! They do! But I nearly had to go to the bad place when she told me how they spelled the first and middle name.
Are you ready for it?
Make sure you’re sitting down.
Madisyn Fayth.
OMFG, I’m more opinionated than your average bear, and it took every ounce of will I could muster not to say anything.
I clamped my hand over my mouth.
Back to packing and assuring myself that not everyone has to be so special.
Thanks for the commiseration regarding my boss, folks. Really, she’s not a bad person, and she really is a good person. However, once in awhile she’s just…crabby. Yesterday was one of those days.
She’s told me before that I am a perfectionist. Uh, just like you, boss? If my name is attached to a product, I want it to be good.
Ooops, time to go work out.
Good Og, Labellless (I totally forget what your MMP nick is)! Should my brother reproduce and pull something like that with a name, I will have enormous holes in my tongue from biting it, because otherwise I will say things I will regret.
What, they didn’t go all out and name her Madysyn Fayth?
Pffft. Wusses. When it comes to replacing perfectly good letters with Y, either go big or go home.
Bored, sitting at home in my room as usual. One of the roommates decided last night to break the dryer duct, and since I am dead broke until tomorrow evening, meant that it is dead for the moment. For some reason, they wouldn’t let me use duct tape to fix it, citing fire hazards. :rolleyes:
So I washed my clothes, then hung the shirts from the blinds, laid the pants out flat to dry, and basically just hung underwear from every angled surface in the room.
This morning I woke up, and my leftover pizza from last night was down to one slice, my jelly was almost empty, and my pineapple was completely eaten, all of the things I had considered eating for breakfast. I left a note on the fridge that said something like “If you didn’t buy it, it probably isn’t yours. Please stop eating my food,” but didn’t sign it.
The two non-insane roommates and I are starting to look for places to live. I didn’t start this adventure, so I don’t know if the other roommates know yet or not.
Also, I promise I read everything, but it took too long and now would take me forever to respond.
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How’s it do when the stuff the glue/gum is sticking to something else is still there?
I’ve got WD-40 around here somewhere. I wonder where I packed it.
WTF is that thing? Is it alive? Someone did that to a living creature? Gah. :eek:
I am back, and no way am I wading through 4 pages–all about ME, I’m sure, since you all went into declines because I was gone and all.
The drive was ok–loooooooooong. I was rerouted not 10 miles from home by 6 state troopers. They sent us waaaaaay out of our way (and if I had had more localized knowledge, I would not have followed their detour). Today I found out why: electrical pylons had come down in the big storm (the tornado) that struck here Saturday night. The wires were lying across the highway. I passed through there today–one pylon was still there–it looked like a giant had reached down and twisted it like a twist-tie. :eek: :eek:
I filled at least 8 garbage bags of crap and packed up at least that many boxes to go to GoodWill for my mother. I also packed up her cookbooks, my dad’s maps, various and sundry other articles etc. I came home with a Edwardian trunk (restored and gorgeous), 17 baby plants to transplant into my garden, 3 boxes of books: murder mysteries and cookbooks; quilting stuff (I caved–I don’t quilt, but it looks like I’ll be starting at some point), 2 dresses I used to wear when I was a toddler, kitchen cannisters, 2 garden statuaries, and a partridge in a pear tree. Just kidding, actually a Chinese ceremonial sword (real), oh, and 2 sterling silver trays. There is actually more, but I don’t want to bore you…
Getting my mother to stop acquiring things (most of them interesting and of value, but still…) is difficult. Getting this Depression era woman to throw anything out is harder still. Case in point:
While trying to show me her Japanese wedding kimono (no, she’s not Japanese, nor did she marry in a kimono–but she went to Japan…), she came across 2 puzzles (Springbok, if you must know). I remembered them from my childhood. They are in tattered boxes; the pictures on the fronts were bleached and faded. Clearily, they belonged in the dumpster (which arrives on Thursday). I refused her “generous” offer of them and suggested they go the way of all flesh. She refused and said, “well, I haven’t done them in awhile, so I’ll keep them.” I waited about an hour and when her back was turned, I threw them out. The whole of yesterday was like that, so my garbage bags etc were actually progress. One bathroom is completely empty, as are the 6 built in drawers in the family room, 3 kitchen cupboards and 2 large hall closets. The attic is mostly clear as well.
They are left with a huge task, but I have to work Thursday. <sigh>
(and I haven’t even mentioned the floor-to-ceiling bookcases lining 3 rooms of my father’s. He uses them for his consulting work. I did convince him to discard his many hundreds of issues of The New England Journal of Medicine…)
I’m tired.
Spritz it on around the edges, and soak it good, and let it sit for a minute or two. Then start peeling it off; the more you peel off, the easier the rest will come off. My son once stuck about a thousand stickers all over his wooden bedroom door; they were stuck on like rocks, but about 3 minutes with the WD-40 and the whole door was clean. Trust me. It really works. 
That sounds like quite an adventure, Rigs. Those Depression-era hoarders are the worst, aren’t they? I mean, I understand why they’re the way they are, but nevertheless trying to deal with them is enough to make you nuts. Especially if they’re parental units!
Blergh. Just blergh. I truly pity the teachers of the future, with Madisons of 157 different spellings to contend with! Not to mention all the other godawful made-up names that children are being saddled with these days!
We had a bit of a storm go nearby, certainly not enough for Rusty to freak out as much as he did. I wouldn’t mind it so much if he didn’t insist on pulling everything down/around/all over the place in my office, with special attention paid to things he can drool on. :rolleyes: I finally banished him to the living room; Papa Tigs can hang onto him till the weather finishes going by! Stoopid dog. 
And oh joy, the congressional [del]drivel[/del] hearings start up again tomorrow. :rolleyes:
Bwahahahahahahahahaha!
I think it should be Mydysyn Fyyth, accompanied by a lifetime of “but it’s pronounced Madison Faith”. Thank heavens my brother’s kids were given sensible, conventionally-spelled names.
That sounds like a tiring visit, rigs. I take it they’re moving?
Shockingly, I didn’t accomplish as much as I wanted to today. Got my laundry done. Yay! And pulled a bunch of pics into iPhoto so that I can put them somewhere on the internets. And mended a shirt. Also, stopped by the weekly concert at the library. Nice, but not earthshaking.
Now I’m sleepy…
Hugs to all.
GT
My daughter and I are back from our workout a tad early. She wasn’t feeling well. She tried to stick it out for awhile, but finally asked if I could drive her home.
I asked her what she ate today, and her response was, “Well…nothing for breakfast, but when I came home from school today, I had some chips and an apple.”
My response was :dubious: :rolleyes:
I also told her the reason she didn’t feel well was due to the fact that she didn’t have any fuel in her body.
We must have 10 boxes of cereal on top of the fridge. We also have eggs and bread. She told me she didn’t feel like having any of that for breakfast. Oy vay! :rolleyes:
The boys can come home with our friend, so at least they didn’t have to come home early from the workout.
I still worked out hard. I worked on all the machines I normally work on, upping weight and reps, ran nearly two miles, then came back and worked on my abs. I was there for two hours, so I don’t feel too awfully bad about coming home early.
Re: inserting a “Y” in a name. My son’s name is Bryan and we chose to spell it with a “y”. I guess you can all roll your eyes at me now.
Swampy, a BLT actually sounds delish right now. Too bad I don’t have any bacon, lettuce or tomatoes.
Rigs, it sounds like you worked hard at your parents. I say you deserve a nice glass of champagne, some strawberries, and a bubble bath. Good chocolate too.
Hugs to all those in need. I should eat a little something. The last thing I had was a small salad at around noon. Hmmm, and here I was rolling my eyes at my daughter. I guess I don’t set a good example.
So. tired. throat sore from too much screaming on roller coasters.
FTR,** Taters ** could probably kick the shit out of me.
I seriously doubt that, beebs. While I have a lot of leg and back strength now, I have next to no upper body strength. I can maybe squeeze out 10 dips, but that’s with the assist bar.
When I do work with weights for my arms, say using the curl machine or the military press, I’m only using 15 to 25 pounds. But I do four to five sets of 15. Three, if I’m feeling lazy, which is rare. If I’m working my triceps with a particular machine, I just barely manage to do four reps of 15 with 50 pounds.