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Tonight, I have a meeting for a case that is 72 pages long – and for which I have not done the background reading yet. Additionally, I have an exam to study for that I was not aware I had until about 3 hours ago or so.
Yeah, life sucks. But after 3 PM tomorrow, life will rock…for at least 3 days or so.
that sounds like a shitload of work. Makes me tired just reading about it.
Yeah it is a lot of work.
The 3 weeks after Thanksgiving are going to be a living hell for me. Just an incredible amount of work to do.
Hi Psi. Where’s Family Man — I hold him responsible for how tired I am today 🙂
Is there some salacious gossip I’ve missed?
his late night, party animal ways last night. And of course the rest of us (me and Psi) couldn’t leave BEFORE him 🙂
I think I’ll stick with my lewd, rude, crude imaginings.
What have you been doing with all your post-election free time?
catching up at work, cleaning my house, switching out my summer/winter clothes.
My sister had some major surgery this week so that’s been a big part of life this week. She’s fine but will be home recovering for 6 weeks.
Will you be bringing home cooked meals to her? 🙂
her recover — not poison her 😉
She’s staying at my parent’s house this week and my other sister (who loves to cook) came in yesterday and is staying the week.
I lived in a great neighborhood when my daughter was born and for the first week someone brought dinner over every night. It was such a luxury. I love food that someone else makes.
that sells prepared food (fresh or frozen). Whenever something happens that I’m expected to provide food (deaths, births, etc.) I go there and pick up a couple of frozen casseroles. I used to try making it myself — but I’m really just not that good a cook. I might as well give them something edible. And it doesn’t cost much more than if I bought the ingredients and made it myself (since I never have anything on hand).
I can make desserts …
Is this a sister in St. Louis so you are available for sisterly patting and fluffing (this is one of the few sisterly things that I am actually good at)?
I wouldn’t mind something that would let me do nothing for 6 weeks — just so long as it didn’t hurt or keep me from doing anything I wanted to.
I wouldn’t mind 6 weeks off either — but I wouldn’t want to have surgery to get it.
I’m not very good at patting and fluffing. And, actually, I feel guilty that I’m not better at it.
But I’m sure I’ll be spending a lot of time with her over the next weeks. I predict a lot of diversionary activities — games, etc.
Cribbage is always good. Or for that return to childhood, there’s Spit.
me how to play cribbage. And just when I’m catching on enough to maybe win … we stop playing and I forget how.
I forsee scrabble.
cribbage was our “house” game — you couldn’t play it though until 3rd grade so you had good enough math. I still remember how excited I was that I was finally old enough to play instead of just watching.
One could read so much into this.
you were there too. But wisely left for bed at a somewhat decent hour. After :::sob::: telling me you wouldn’t be coming for Thanksgiving.
Next year, I’m there.
Then I can tell Madame Boran how perfect you are.
I thought that you were flying in.
It was wrong of me to promise that and make you expect me. I should have just kept it a surprise and showed up one day 🙂
What about Thanksgiving?
I thought you were going home for Thanksgiving?
I am, but I can always be bribed. Business school has given me exemplary ethics! 😛
That’s why I went to law school instead. 🙂
In order to obtain an invitation to one of my family events you have to present yourself first at some kind of meetup where I can decide if you could stand being around my family for an extended period of time. I spent many hours with boran2 at Ykos and feel that he IS up to the task. But alas, the idea of charades frightened even him.
Since there is no meetup between now and next Thursday you’re out of luck this year.
Ah, so that’s what these meetup sessions are a front for. 😛
the size of my family gatherings. Thanksgiving is spent with people on my mom’s side and there will be, at a minimum, 25 family members there. There are more who are out of town and can’t make it in.
But friends are also welcome and there are usually a few of those that are invited so they aren’t alone on the holiday.
No meetups are an excuse to eat and drink.
I know there are no cat people here, but you have to admit that Isabelle is luscious sunning herself in a shoebox.
I’m a cat person – three to be exact.
That’s a wonderful picture.
How’s the This I Believe project going?
We watched a movie last week, to finish the last of the “reading” aspect of the theme. We’ll pick up the writing tomorrow. How are things?
Just about ready to hit that geezer moment of truth and head off to bed.
I see you have the same system we have. Any box that enters the house must be left out for the cats until I can sneak it into the garage while their all napping.
It’s funny because she only likes the really little boxes. She’s 18 lbs. 🙂
Squeezing into a too-small box? Hanging out a bit? She must have dreams of Hollywood.
We are equally opportunity critter lovers — cats, dogs, llamas, wombats, frogs, lizards, even spiders.
(great squint)
I forgot the praise Isabelle’s wondrous beauty. I hope she forgives me.
She looks very comfortable. I’m glad you’re cat blogging. Makes up for Manny forgetting to Bud Blog this week 🙁
No Bud blogging? What’s this world coming to. 🙁
Apparently he’s sick. I worry if he’s too sick to Bud Blog.
Too bad. Wish it were possible to take some food to him. On the other hand, he talks about food such that he might keep plenty of stuff on hand to eat if he is under the weather.
well … see my above comments about my lack of food preparation ability. So I’d probably send food anyway. LOL!
Yes, I saw that :). However, I didn’t say anything about cooking food for him! I’m with you on getting food to take.
I mostly hate cooking, except for desserts or special occasions.
Cooking’s pretty difficult, anyway, with my schedule.
Isabelle is gorgeous!
Seeing her picture, looking at the stack of papers on each side of my monitor,makes me think of the words of Albert Schweitzer, There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
I don’t entirely agree with his sentiments, but he did have something of a point there.
What a sweetie!
Sorry to leave so quickly, but 5 in the morning comes pretty quickly.
Catch everyone later this week.
Seems that yesterday when my daughter was helping her boyfriend’s brother and sister law move out of their tornadoed apartment she caught the two year old bride’s Mormon father poking holes in the couples condoms with some pen/needle thing while he was packing up the bathroom. She said she walked in, saw what he was doing and said oops and walked back out. She was speechless and of course didn’t say anything to anyone because who wants a war in the middle of a demolition area? My husband said tonight that we need to go buy them a new package of condoms and tell them tornadoes have a strange affect on the condoms that are in buildings that get hit by them.
The bride was only two years old? Is that common with Mormons? 😉
No, she had been a bride for two years. I think she’s 24. Her dad gave her truck, looks like he’s expectin some payment back.
Did the truck have a babyseat?
The Mormon pickup comes with a separate 14 baby trailer.
It appears that he’s trying not to be so obvious.
It’s nice to see you Tracy. I saw your comments in the cafe yesterday but by the time I got here you were gone.
He forgave me when he discovered that I told everybody that I abuse him.
never believe you about that? Unless you’re planning to give him a home spa treatment some night, which might change our perceptions. 🙂
I was looking for the institutional sized Frank’s Red Hot, which they were out of, and standing there staring at all that red hot of many names it came to me that I once shared a deeply personal experience with God only knows who one time.
were looking for institutional sized Frank’s red hot.
but it’s even stranger to go to the grocery store and look at the empty space where the institutional Franks Red Hot usually lives and find it empty. It gets eaten on everything around here. I have to draw the line though eating it with chips but the teenager sometimes does.
I wasn’t out of place a bit down here today. I smiled broadly to everyone who was wearing an Auburn clothing item. I projected to those plainly dressed that I have a deep respect for the grieving of others, and the people wearing an Alabama shirt or cap I didn’t say a fuggin thing to. I felt like Bill Clinton working a room of unkissed babies down here.
I do like a lot of southern foods though and I have southern habits. I love ketchup in my navy bean soup for instance. My grandma was from kentucky and I’ve known a lot of southerners. I wouldn’t want to live further south but I do like some of the food.
I was just thinking tonight that I know enough southerners that I’m automatically suspicious of people who claim to be from the south but don’t really sound southern in their writing. It’s an interesting thought. Passing for southern.
I can’t tell if my husband does. I couldn’t understand anybody when we first moved in. My Aunt moved to Nashville four years ago and speaking to her is truly strange because when she talks about family things she speaks like she is from Colorado and when she talks about anything that happens at work she sounds like Scarlett.
Scarlett = Englishwoman taught Hollywood’s idea of what women in Georgia sound like.
I still believe that speaking Southern is what sent Vivian Leigh around the twist.
LOL! me too!
You all are in a heap of trouble! Given that I have a lot more access to Teach, he’s going down first!
Ow! Stop it! That hurts!
whew! glad I’m not nearby …
St. Louis is not from where we’ll be at Christmas. We may even fly in there.
<gulp> but it would be so NICE if we could all meet up! Wouldn’t it? …… wouldn’t it ….?
of the people you live around is somewhat a mark of respect. So you probably do have a bit of a twang. I wonder if you’ll keep it when you move.
But you don’t write like you’re southern. And I don’t think you try to do that.
There’s something about the cadence that’s hard to imitate in writing without sounding — well, wrong.
Family Man, now, he has it. You can hear a bit of south in his writing.
He so has it. He needs so few words and conveys volumes. People from the West are wordy. We haven’t had many people to talk to. We are lonesome doves.
Well. . .have you Faulkner? Eudora Welty? Flannery O’Connor?
Well, you’re right about that. Too many years of academic writing. Comes out, as Teach says, “sounding like its translated from the original German”.
Now, speaking Southern is a whole ‘nother language. I would not dream of speaking as I do here in Michigan when I go South. I would be rude, in the extreme, especially as I know the culture.
I even find myself modulating the way I speak when I visit my relatives in southern missouri. I don’t want to be uppity.
I hope I beat Kidspeak to this comment. Northern is “uppity?” That implies that Southern is low brow. I how Kidspeak doesn’t see your post. I’ll try and distract her.
“Honey? I think I hear a cat throwing up in the living room.”
Ahem. Putting catsup in navy beans…
Maybe that’s a local custom somewhere in the South, but it isn’t Southern.
Place of Birth: Greenwood, Mississippi.
I’ve never known anyone but southerners to do it. Do northerners — other than people who migrated from a southern state?
I like grits, I like corn bread, I like all those fancy jello mold thingys. I like catfish. I like pretty much anything anybody serves me when I go to anyplace in the south.
But I’m not southern. Just like the food.
I have one example for you re catsup: Richard Nixon.
hmmmm, good point.
It is possible that you simply have
bad…. unusual? …. taste.Why blame it on an entire region of the country? Hasn’t the South suffered enough?
don’t knock it until you try it. Navy bean soup with ketchup in the winter. mmmmmm
What would Southern writing look like? Something like this?
YOU don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter.
and I don’t mean what I said as a slam against the south. On the contrary. I think that southern snark is deliciously subtle. And I think it’s hard for non-southerners to duplicate it.
Ah yes, a Yankee could never subtly snark the Frog pond.
that’s why I wonder when allegedly southern people have northern sounding snark coming out of their mouths.
It’s like shooting fish in a barrel with me. One aquantance asked me about my son last month and I realized 15 minutes later that what she was really saying is “Why aren’t you in church every Sunday?” When they tell me they love my cat I realize a day later that they really said they hate my dogs. It’s like Southern code and everyone from the South gets it immediately and the rest of us wake up the next morning and blink.
That’s it entirely. It’s snark in code. And we non-southerners are always aware that we don’t know the code unless we’re let in on the secret.
I’ve heard of some people being desperate for grandchildren but this takes the cake! LOL!!
desperate? He has eight kids of his own and yes, the baby is going to be 18 next year but the boy is giving him one hell of a run for his money. You would think he would be tired or something. He adores my daughter too, that why she is so speechless…….hands off bud, you’re not marrying my daughter to your interloper and repopulating Eden.
Hehehe. 😛
fry your butt a tad? I think the “unsuspecting” father is about the same age you are.
I do think it’s inappropriate. Nevertheless, can’t I find some humor in this? 🙂
I was given, defects and all today. My grandfather told me that religion was for “weak minded” people. My father told me that more people had been killed over God than anything else, and I thank God that neither one of them loved God so much that they tried to have more people born because of God using my ovaries:)
in this. I couldn’t help it but along with being disgusted I also had to stiffle laughter. It is one of those, “What the hell are doing man!” stories.
As my mother would say,”It’s funny, young man, until it happens to you.”
Found the MBA women yet?
Quite persistent, I must say. 🙂
No, I haven’t. I’ve spent the majority of today in my room, doing work.
and see Richard Dreyfus tonight. Worth every minute.
Tomorrows a school day and short week. Gotta study for our first grade spelling test in the A.M. 🙂
I’m following you outta here. Good luck on the spelling thing. It’s a shame you didn’t pass first grade spelling when you were in the first grade 😉
Night all!
Would you look at the time? Gotta go.