Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
When I first heard about the Ryan budget deal I thought, “They’re only cutting $23B? WTF?! That’s nothing!” Then I learned that it was $23B over ten years -- with a promise not to c_m in our mouths to cut more down the road.
In other news, the WSJ reports the value of Vaseline stock has gone through the roof.
I greatly enjoyed the sight of the trash truck as it drove away rending, crushing and obliterating that misshapen, foul, fugly furnishing in its hydraulic maw; wish I’d taken some pics.
Ha ha ha! They won’t get very far, will they?
Heh.
Oy.
Frustrating day. With a capital “F”.
This time (amazingly) not with Teh Mangler™ or Little Miss “Finely-Tuned Attention to Detail™”, but one from another department who writes information we use, but have no control to change or modify.
After explaining how GM part numbers supersede over the course of years, that first paragraph alone rendered him speechless, I then gave him a list of the vehicles affected and my issue.
He wrote down the list of vehicles because I dictated them slowly.
I then get an email asking for the indices of the articles of the vehicles affected.
That’s when I blew the gasket.
It’s not MY editorial system and you want ME to navigate it for you?! And you’ve worked for the company 20+ years and DON’T know how to get this list by simply searching on the part number which I gave you: in email AND verbally?!?!
I’m a BROAD fer cryin’ out loud, and *I* get this crap!
And Mr. X stopped me during my rant, “Seriously, why are you giving me your surprised face while you’re ranting? Come on, honey…you’ve got to know better by now…”
::sigh::
No commiseration from my boss-boss either. Pffft.
On an entertaining note, I’m thinking of starting a blog: How to Find Common Objects in Your Husband’s Shop Without Having to Ask.
Seriously.
Tape measures? All you have to do is rest your eye upon a horizontal surface, there’s probably three or more within a 4′ radius.
Rock knives? See above.
A. regular. hammer: Sledges of varying shapes and sizes. Some I can’t even heft. A regular, nail-pounding hammer? I haven’t found one (then again neither has he so it’s not just me).
A nail: not a brad, not a roofing tack, not one 4″ long, not a nut, screw, bolt (eye or other); just a regular 1″ or less picture-hanging nail. Took me ten minutes.
A Phillips head screwdriver: there’s one in the house and there are two on his tool belt (which I will not touch unless asked -- that there’s asking for trouble). I still haven’t found one in the shop.
It’s become a running joke between my “good” co-worker and I. I can find everything I need in/around the drill press and chop saw, no problem. Even know how to adjust the belt to get the speed I need out of the drill press. I can even find ALL of the rat tails to sweep the metal shavings off the drill press. I can operate just about every HEAVY tool in that shop. Find simple items? Nah. Ain’t happening.
And that thread picture scared me on my half-caff, I’ll have you know, Mac. 😉
But the really good news is, our front gate’s almost done! This is what will be on the front of it:
Mr. X *hopes* he’ll be able to get the electrical and the flag poles and the lights all done before the weekend’s over and he has shoulder surgery on Monday.
I hope he does too, but the surgery’s going to come first.
My boss-boss suggested perhaps we should change it from “Mutt Haven” to “Skwirrel Hell”, but I think the former accurately reflects what we do here.
And…that’s all I have to rant about at the moment.
Love y’all.
*mwah!*
I’m pretty certain I have the second highest number of black shirts ’round these here parts. (It’s also a fabulous accent color for home décor. Or websites.)
Crikey…Gamera’s gone completely feral!!!1!!!
Oh, wait…
Good morning from adrenaline-filled, yet Happy Larryville, GN!
And to hell with each and every member of our Congress.
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
When I first heard about the Ryan budget deal I thought, “They’re only cutting $23B? WTF?! That’s nothing!” Then I learned that it was $23B over ten years -- with a promise
not to c_m in our mouthsto cut more down the road.In other news, the WSJ reports the value of Vaseline stock has gone through the roof.
Ooooo, pretty snow!
I got this for Miss Harper —
Merry Christmas, Harper!
Ooooooh…Tesla tree!
And I’m hearing rumors of a KY* pipeline…not that it’ll get EPA approval anytime soon
[* Not affiliated with the state of Kentucky.]
Darling Fatwa, this 6-pack of Betsey Johnson socks goes on sale at 1:30 EST over to the Amazon site.
I just love interesting socks!
Better hurry Fatwa, they’re 8% claimed at 1:35!
Edit: 20% at 2:07!
Hi, Jerry!
If I had purchased them -- which I categorically didn’t -- I’d have been in the first 2% of buyers…’cause that’s just how I roll -- if I rolled.
Which I don’t. 😉
So is a cabbage couch comfortable to sleep on?
Not any more…we got rid of that a few years back.
I greatly enjoyed the sight of the trash truck as it drove away rending, crushing and obliterating that misshapen, foul, fugly furnishing in its hydraulic maw; wish I’d taken some pics.
Was not.
Was too.
It was also one of the very first things Teh World’s Best Step-Daughter™ and I bonded over.
That thread pic is clearly a picture of a young Anguirus — apparently, his kind don’t develop their spikes before adolescence.
Anguirus’ glamor shot
Olive this:
Ha ha ha! They won’t get very far, will they?
Heh.
Oy.
Frustrating day. With a capital “F”.
This time (amazingly) not with Teh Mangler™ or Little Miss “Finely-Tuned Attention to Detail™”, but one from another department who writes information we use, but have no control to change or modify.
After explaining how GM part numbers supersede over the course of years, that first paragraph alone rendered him speechless, I then gave him a list of the vehicles affected and my issue.
He wrote down the list of vehicles because I dictated them slowly.
I then get an email asking for the indices of the articles of the vehicles affected.
That’s when I blew the gasket.
It’s not MY editorial system and you want ME to navigate it for you?! And you’ve worked for the company 20+ years and DON’T know how to get this list by simply searching on the part number which I gave you: in email AND verbally?!?!
I’m a BROAD fer cryin’ out loud, and *I* get this crap!
And Mr. X stopped me during my rant, “Seriously, why are you giving me your surprised face while you’re ranting? Come on, honey…you’ve got to know better by now…”
::sigh::
No commiseration from my boss-boss either. Pffft.
On an entertaining note, I’m thinking of starting a blog: How to Find Common Objects in Your Husband’s Shop Without Having to Ask.
Seriously.
Tape measures? All you have to do is rest your eye upon a horizontal surface, there’s probably three or more within a 4′ radius.
Rock knives? See above.
A. regular. hammer: Sledges of varying shapes and sizes. Some I can’t even heft. A regular, nail-pounding hammer? I haven’t found one (then again neither has he so it’s not just me).
A nail: not a brad, not a roofing tack, not one 4″ long, not a nut, screw, bolt (eye or other); just a regular 1″ or less picture-hanging nail. Took me ten minutes.
A Phillips head screwdriver: there’s one in the house and there are two on his tool belt (which I will not touch unless asked -- that there’s asking for trouble). I still haven’t found one in the shop.
It’s become a running joke between my “good” co-worker and I. I can find everything I need in/around the drill press and chop saw, no problem. Even know how to adjust the belt to get the speed I need out of the drill press. I can even find ALL of the rat tails to sweep the metal shavings off the drill press. I can operate just about every HEAVY tool in that shop. Find simple items? Nah. Ain’t happening.
And that thread picture scared me on my half-caff, I’ll have you know, Mac. 😉
But the really good news is, our front gate’s almost done! This is what will be on the front of it:
Mr. X *hopes* he’ll be able to get the electrical and the flag poles and the lights all done before the weekend’s over and he has shoulder surgery on Monday.
I hope he does too, but the surgery’s going to come first.
My boss-boss suggested perhaps we should change it from “Mutt Haven” to “Skwirrel Hell”, but I think the former accurately reflects what we do here.
And…that’s all I have to rant about at the moment.
Love y’all.
*mwah!*
Flove the Mutt Haven! And the guy who can’t figure out his own editorial system is a dope, and you are right.
Interesting decorating job, Jerry. Is it dark because it’s night?
My favorite color!!
Heh. I can definitely relate to that, Mac.
I’m pretty certain I have the second highest number of black shirts ’round these here parts. (It’s also a fabulous accent color for home décor. Or websites.)
Jerry --
LIKE!
Oh, noes! Jerry lost his balls!
Hai, TeX --
Dunno why your comment appeared so far up; Jerry must be tinkering some more.
Update: TeX’s comment was a reply; D’OH!
Sorry work’s been such a pain in yer tuchis.
I like your blog idea!
Tex, I guess that is a bit gruesome for the morning, but at least it wasn’t on a Monday.
Hai, Mac!
I see it’s snowing again.
My god, it’s all different!