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Posted on 07/12/2005 8:11:36 PM PDT by HairOfTheDog
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Good morning!
This is g'nad's second week on the job...think he's whipped everyone into shape yet? Sounds like he was on the right track!
Matthew's birthday is Saturday...he's having a party here at the house. Some other ten year olds from scouts and church are coming over to swim and eat cake.
This weekend is just packed with birthdays.
Matthew's is on Saturday.
My nephew Daniel is on Sunday.
Trini's is on Sunday.
Professional Engineer is on Sunday.
We should all meet under the Party Tree!
:-)
:-D
Don't I wish!
*yawn*
Don't mind me. I'll be okay as soon as the nurse gets here with the coffee IV.
I guess good morning... I get to move massive quantities of furniture again today...
Copying this from a FRMail I sent this morning.... While the coffee brews....
I doubt they're happy. I found out what it's about when I went to the store. It's one of the clerks that works there... not the young girl that feeds critters for us, but another one, and her boyfriend/husband/whatever. They got evicted on short notice and bought the trailer, got the other one free to use as storage, and asked the store owner if they could park there for a little while till they can find/afford/ another place. She hopes not long. I don't know what' they'll do for dumping their holding tank. (I don't wanna know) They're running power on extension cord. There'a s truck and flatbed trailer parked next to it now, crammed full of their furniture, not sure how they'll cover it. So jeesh... Hard times. I probably won't complain, if they get out of there in a short bit.... a month? I don't know. Last night we could hear the buzz zapper.
I picture with them living under these circumstances, it won't be long before they erupt in a big knockdown dragout argument we can hear, when somebody lets something slip about whose fault it is they're in this predicament.
~sip~
Even coffee isn't helping so far.
Folks keep coming by and pestering me. Can't they see it's not even 10am yet!?
Sheesh!
Hair - here's hoping they move away within a coupe of weeks. Crappy neighbors are the absolute worst. :-P
Morning!
[sip]
I've got my sand dollars on my desk (beside the ceramic kitty).
*Sigh* 10 days 'til Cape Cod. My cat's gonna hate me.
Good grief. Let's just hope they don't have firearms.
Same here. My contacts were bothering me. So I took 'em out, but the eyes are still irritated. They'd rather be closed.
Though I suppose it's really not funny.
Did the sand dollars make it back unbroken?
I'm gonna pick up a bunch of seashells next week. Gonna throw 'em in the dry stream bed.
Did I say this already? Naybers signed off on the concept and offered to help. Labor and $$. I'm working on the plan and will start figuring it out when we get back from the beach.
That first one I picked up is pretty much smashed. The two you found made it okay...they were in another pocket in The Bag.
Lets just hope it's a fair fight so I don't have to make phone calls about it.
Longer version of a music geek joke that was goin' around awhile back....
A C, an E-flat, and a G go into a bar. The bartender says: "Sorry,
but we don't serve minors. So the E-flat leaves, and the C and the G have an
open fifth between them.
After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished: the G is out flat. An
F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough.
A D comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying,
"Excuse me. I'll just be a second."
An A comes into the bar, but the bartender is not convinced that
this relative of C is not a minor.
Then the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and
exclaims: "Get out now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar
tonight."
The E-flat, not easily deflated, comes back to the bar the next
night in a 3 piece suit with nicely shined shoes.
The bartender (who used to have a nice corporate job until his
company downsized) says: "You're looking sharp tonight, come on in! This
could be a major development."
This proves to be the case, as the E-flat takes off the suit, and
everything else, and stands there au naturel.
Eventually, the C sobers up, and realizes in horror that he's under
a rest.
The C is brought to trial, is found guilty of contributing to the
diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an
upscale correctional facility.
On appeal, however, the C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even
accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.
The bartender decides, however, that since he's only had tenor so
patrons, the sopranout in the bathroom, and everything has become all too
much treble, he needs a rest - and closes the bar.
Everything is funny. Everyone is funny. They just don't always know it. :~D
Did you get to talk to the vet? Are you going ahead with the second part of the treatment while you're gone? She's forgotten all about your previous trip, hasn't she? You know they'll take very good care of her.
Need to get off the internet and wait for the pre-op nurse to call me about scheduling my catatract surgery. Went to the eye doctor yesterday, and it is a "full-blown" catatract, and I wants it gone!!
Heh...that's clever...
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