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Post by SpringSummers on Oct 20, 2009 12:21:14 GMT -5
Speaking of distraction....Thanks for all the posting goodness of the past 5 years (5, right?), Spring!
Carry on!
<snip> Very nice, thank you. And yes, I guess it has been 5 years. Amazin'.
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Post by Pixi on Oct 20, 2009 12:35:41 GMT -5
Wait, First - Monnie does not own Cas. I claimed him before her. Let's be clear here. Second - Spring does not get Cas. He belongs to Monnie and Me. You Lola are evil. Third - Congratulations Spring for whatever it is we are congratulating you for as I haven't backread yet today. Fourth- Are we all now clear on the Cas situation? AHEM!!!! Monnie may be more vocal but I ADORE CAS. AS IN ADORE. OMG, Pixi went ballasitic too! BONUS!!! Lola, you ARE evil. Yes, and I don't say this lightly, that's some Erin-level evil you got going there. Hee! Yes, I did. But it must be understood that Monnie and I hold Cas in a joint claim. I don't talk about it as much here but if you read my lj he pretty much stars in it. Plus the whole reading of fanfic about Dean/Cas 24/7.
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Post by Sue on Oct 20, 2009 12:45:00 GMT -5
Taking a moment to rant/whine/whatever. Please feel absolutely free to skip this, and if you do happen to read it know that no one should feel any obligation to reply--I just really need to vent. Because the fundraiser where Cheney is a guest is less than a month away, it's once again getting notice. Which means we're once again seeing stuff like this and this. Not to mention the lovely emails and letters. I'm just so... tired of it, not to mention beyond frustrated. I'm tired of being called names, of the insults, of folks not even attempting to get the whole story or see the other side, and of not being able to respond. I'm tired of people who've never taken notice of us before--if they even knew the museum existed--suddenly giving us tons of grief. I'm tired of all this righteous indignation from those who have no idea that we've had to lay off friends and still sometimes struggle to cover payroll. I'm just so fucking tired of all of it, and there's absolutely nothing I can do about any of it. Okay, that's it. Back to your regularly scheduled programming. And thanks for giving me a safe place to talk. As far as I can see it's all Dick Cheney's* fault. *Not a political comment -- just saying that it's his fault Sara is taking grief -- and it is! ;D
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Post by Sue on Oct 20, 2009 12:48:58 GMT -5
Julia: What is the news on the Sister front? How is she? Sue: So sorry about the bad reactions to the upcoming Angler Event. People are infamous for making wrong conclusions. Really, though, the appearance of the name "Cheney" brings on the same reaction as the name "Agnew" did for an earlier generation (sayeth I, member of said generation)> Spring: Congratulations on the latest proof that you too are a yammerer from 'way back! Passing the condolences on over to Sara.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 20, 2009 12:53:21 GMT -5
Taking a moment to rant/whine/whatever. Please feel absolutely free to skip this, and if you do happen to read it know that no one should feel any obligation to reply--I just really need to vent. Because the fundraiser where Cheney is a guest is less than a month away, it's once again getting notice. Which means we're once again seeing stuff like this and this. Not to mention the lovely emails and letters. I'm just so... tired of it, not to mention beyond frustrated. I'm tired of being called names, of the insults, of folks not even attempting to get the whole story or see the other side, and of not being able to respond. I'm tired of people who've never taken notice of us before--if they even knew the museum existed--suddenly giving us tons of grief. I'm tired of all this righteous indignation from those who have no idea that we've had to lay off friends and still sometimes struggle to cover payroll. I'm just so fucking tired of all of it, and there's absolutely nothing I can do about any of it. Okay, that's it. Back to your regularly scheduled programming. And thanks for giving me a safe place to talk. So sorry- I've been on the phone-answering end of some political hostility myself and it's so very stupid: why people forget that the phone is not answered by the person who makes policy is beyond me. Julia, there's a whole lot of sheer bad manners which just perplexes me
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 20, 2009 13:03:44 GMT -5
Still no specific news about M; Paul was feeding pigs when Franklin picked Anna up, and she was asleep, which, since theygot home at 3am, was only proper.
J, not going to call until Andrew's due home so I knw she wan't haveto run to the phone.
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Post by Squeemonster on Oct 20, 2009 13:11:57 GMT -5
Congrats on not being able to shut your trap, Springaling! I found a couple of really hot guys for you, but they are so hot I had to put them behind a spoiler tag to keep them from burning everyone with their hotness: <snip> Enjoy! ;D Well, my eyeballs are definitely burnt . . . Here is a story to make you feel guilty about being so mean to me: I just got back from lunch. On my way back, I tripped and fell on in the asphalt parking lot. Two cute guys stopped to check on me and help. I really banged up and scraped my hands and one side of my face! So not only did it hurt, but my beauty was marred! Even as I type this, my hands hurt and my jaw and cheekbone ache. I'm putting ice on it, but I'm thinking tomorrow morning, I'm sure to look like Buffy after a fight with the ubervamps (or sex with Spike). I hope you feel appropriately guilty and have learned your lesson. Owie! Poor woobie! I do not feel guilty, though. It wasn't my fault you've been coveting Cas and God decided to give you a mini-smitin'. If I were you, I'd watch my back. Or front, as the case may be. Take care of yourself, Springaling!!
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Post by Pixi on Oct 20, 2009 13:46:10 GMT -5
Sorry to hear about the ouchies Spring. I hope you're not aching too much and feel better soon. Don't you watch NCIS? Isn't it on tonight? You should go home, pour a glass of wine, put your feet up and just relax, relax, relax and have a pure "you" night.
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Post by Karen on Oct 20, 2009 14:40:03 GMT -5
Spring! What you won't do for a little male attention. Stop that! It's over 60 degrees. The wind has died down. I am going golfing! In a couple of weeks it will be too dark to golf after work.
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Post by Squeemonster on Oct 20, 2009 14:45:26 GMT -5
I'm bored. And feel guilty for reading fic at work when it's only my second day back. But, I'm bored, and I don't feel like starting a new project today.
*pouts*
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Post by Pixi on Oct 20, 2009 14:52:31 GMT -5
I'm bored. And feel guilty for reading fic at work when it's only my second day back. But, I'm bored, and I don't feel like starting a new project today. *pouts* You have my permission to read fic. ;D If that helps.
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Post by Sara on Oct 20, 2009 15:24:43 GMT -5
Taking a moment to rant/whine/whatever. Please feel absolutely free to skip this, and if you do happen to read it know that no one should feel any obligation to reply--I just really need to vent. Because the fundraiser where Cheney is a guest is less than a month away, it's once again getting notice. Which means we're once again seeing stuff like this and this. Not to mention the lovely emails and letters. I'm just so... tired of it, not to mention beyond frustrated. I'm tired of being called names, of the insults, of folks not even attempting to get the whole story or see the other side, and of not being able to respond. I'm tired of people who've never taken notice of us before--if they even knew the museum existed--suddenly giving us tons of grief. I'm tired of all this righteous indignation from those who have no idea that we've had to lay off friends and still sometimes struggle to cover payroll. I'm just so fucking tired of all of it, and there's absolutely nothing I can do about any of it. Okay, that's it. Back to your regularly scheduled programming. And thanks for giving me a safe place to talk. Yeeeee. Sorry to have to put up with this, whine anytime. I looked at the comments, and saw only one that seemed to possibly understand the situation - i.e., the guy who suggested that people who don't like this "buy out" the event. At least he gets that $$ are needed, and he's not just bitching aimlessly. I don't mind people complaining if we plan to do X, but I always hate the complaining that doesn't acknowledge the very real reasons we plan to do X, or suggest alternatives for addressing those issues.Exactly. Plus I'd like to not be called a douchebag, moron, idiot, or whatever. I don't think that's too much to ask, yes? Also:
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Post by Sue on Oct 20, 2009 15:42:18 GMT -5
Quiet day.
I've been outside (it's gorgeous) picking up sticks from all over the yard so Jim can mow the leaves.
Laundry, exchanging cold and hot wardrobes (except leaving some stuff out for the sudden warm spells.)
Tom coming for dinner. We haven't seen him in close to a month, I think. He went to CR in August and Columbus for Labor Day. Then we went to NO. Then we saw him once in Sept. and not since then. He said he actually had to go to a laundromat and PAY to do his laundry! But now we have his season basketball tickets -- ha! ha!
I gather Sarah is coming down next weekend. That will be a gap of 3 weeks! Crazy kids! Tom should have job hunted harder in Chicago 3 years ago. But at that point Sarah was in NYC for 3 years and it was just easier to move home and take the job here.
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Post by Sue on Oct 20, 2009 15:43:13 GMT -5
I'm surprised that no one has anything to say about House.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Oct 20, 2009 15:46:50 GMT -5
Congrats on not being able to shut your trap, Springaling! I found a couple of really hot guys for you, but they are so hot I had to put them behind a spoiler tag to keep them from burning everyone with their hotness: <snip> Enjoy! ;D Well, my eyeballs are definitely burnt . . . Here is a story to make you feel guilty about being so mean to me: I just got back from lunch. On my way back, I tripped and fell on in the asphalt parking lot. Two cute guys stopped to check on me and help. I really banged up and scraped my hands and one side of my face! So not only did it hurt, but my beauty was marred! Even as I type this, my hands hurt and my jaw and cheekbone ache. I'm putting ice on it, but I'm thinking tomorrow morning, I'm sure to look like Buffy after a fight with the ubervamps (or sex with Spike). I hope you feel appropriately guilty and have learned your lesson. Not especially guilty here, but sorry for your boo-boos. Still--cute guys! Must be worth SOME pain? No? Okay, go ahead and hit the Advil. And watch where you're going in parking lots. I broke a bone in my foot this past July doing exactly the same thing (meaning--NOTHING!) Parking lots are a place where a lot of evil lurks. And I didn't even get the cute guys!
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