On the left - a bong. Commonly used as vases for flowers. On the right - gongs. Tonite's treat was canned yams! Stuffed inside, along with a bit of plain yogurt, which according to Muttin is a good way to ruin a snack. Duke didn't like his, so she took his - and liked the yogurt just fine. Duke is preferring the 10 tennis balls I bought him. I threw all of them on the floor so that he'd get over being so possessive over it/them. Pretty hard to guard and protect all 10 of them at the same time, specially since I keep them stirred up all over the floor and at the little dogs. We're also working on not barking at every little sound he hears in the hallway. Doing really good on that one. He's so funny cause he "goes to bed". Come about 10-11pm, he goes into the bedroom where his dog bed is and goes to sleep. He gets up and heads that way, but takes one last look back, as if saying "Coming?".
Gosling, welcome back to the flock. For some time, India did not allow her into my blog, or if she could get in, she couldn't comment.
All the outdoor surfaces in my little community is one sheet of ice. That's a lie. Our parking lot is a ice skating rink. Most of us disabled and/or elderly do not wear ice skates. We wear slippers (when we're depressed), snow boots in the summer (because they're easy to slip on), and high heels in the winter because everyone goes to church more in the winter. Me - I wear beach shoes. I slipped and fell flat on my back today because of the ice and broke my cell phone, wet my purse in a puddle that wasn't frozen after all, and broke my glasses.
Was PISSED. So I went into the closet that tenants are not supposed to go into and filled a bucket with Ice Melt, and covered the whole damn parking lot. Several old people were starring out their windows and I'm sure someone will tattle on me.
BRING IT ON, Landlady.
It's 9:10pm Friday nite, and I have to "go to work" by 8am tomorrow morning, where I will be doing inventory at a fabric store. I read the instructions on how to measure the fabric, and realize I don't know what the heck it's talking about.
'When writing yardage on the tag list yardage with two digits past the full yard. (this is very important and causes many problems the day of inventory.) Example 1 yard = 1.00 6 7/8yrd = 6.88 7 3/4 yrd = 7.75. Use 1/8ths increments'.
Using some punctuation would have been helpful.
1 yrd = 1.00 I get it.
7 3/4 yrd = 7.75 I get it.
6 7/8 yrd = 6.88 I don't get it.
I'm going to have to glue the increment sheet to the back of my hand. Measuring station be damned unless I can stand there the whole time - maybe the bolts of fabric could be brought TO me? Should be interesting. My hands.... I lam eery, but determined. I need the money and 3-4 days will get me enough to pay a quarter more of my driving license fines, and have some spending money for a rendezvous in Reno in a couple of weeks. Rendezvous. Always wanted to rendezvous! Me, little Idaho country girl, am going rendezvousing.
Main Entry: 1ren·dez·vous
Pronunciation: 'rän-di-"vü, -dA-
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural ren·dez·vous
Etymology: Middle French, from rendez vous present yourselves
1 a : a place appointed for assembling or meeting b : a place of popular resort : HAUNT
2 : a meeting at an appointed place and time
3 : the process of bringing two spacecraft together
Yea, baby. That's us - two spaceships coming together to do our spacy thing. Uh huh. So that's what they're calling it now. I've been out of the boy/girl loop a bit too long.
Okay, back to work. It feels VERY funny to say "I'm going to work". I haven't been able to say that for ... 4 years? Feels good. Even tho I realize I should stop typing in order to save my hands.
Good-bye.
Blahg This: If you work or have worked, what was your favorite job?
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Jacob Poems
I guess farming was my favorite job, especially baling. Didn't like my bosses much tho. There were just too many of them. Also liked working as a merchandizer for a greeting card co. Hardly ever saw the boss.
Posted by: Poogie | Friday, January 05, 2007 at 10:25 PM
good luck with the job.
Posted by: Poogie | Friday, January 05, 2007 at 10:26 PM
I am currently at my favorite job as an aerospace machinist. I get to use 3 or 4 place decimals all day long, so i know that 7/8=.875, and rounded up comes to .88.
of course my least favorite job would have to working for minmum wage in a natural bread bakery. just an absolutly hideous job.
Anyway....
Posted by: JustBen | Saturday, January 06, 2007 at 02:49 AM
"India did not allow her into my blog"
Ooh. I feel so important. :D
My favourite job... would have to be where I'm sitting at a desk and editing. Actually, that was my last job, but I got bored with the subject matter. So I need to be editing something interesting.
Posted by: Gosling | Sunday, January 07, 2007 at 01:27 AM
My current job has been the best. Ever. Bar none.
Posted by: TC | Monday, January 08, 2007 at 10:02 AM
P.s. Thanks for the update on the Bong/Gong issue. I like the flower pot use. A lot. I hope you are better after your fall. I would be very, very pissed. Is your phone still broken? Are you still working? Hey, I enjoyed the call from work.
Posted by: TC | Monday, January 08, 2007 at 10:05 AM