it's Friday afternoon,

I get to crawl under my house again this weekend, and the DUer who kept me here a year ago when I was ready to quit has herself gone AWOL.

x(

Who's opening the damned bar?

By the person who left you mean NSMA, shes gonna be missed. Now who is opening up the bar?

Hand me that rock, John.

Wait, I'll get Peanut to do it...

Whos peanut? a DUer or my uncle?

*throws rock*
ok

who helped me replumb Rancho Uly this last spring. Strange guy. I'll try to find the thread - "What Fresh Hell is This, Peanut?"

:D Those were just darn hilarious!

I don't remember those threads having been that well-read, but several people have brought him up at odd times since. He's still doing a lot of work for my mother-in-law, so we see him from time to time.

"IIII've got sunshiiiine..." :D

I agree - I need a damned drink, too. :beer:

:beer:
*slurs words* I am not drunk, youre funny, youre my friend.
lol I am not heh. On those words I said when I was "drunk" lol if you get me drunk I can tell you about that, oh what a night that was, what a night that was!
:beer:

No P-Nut this time around. :crazy:

Is this day over yet? x(

At least I get to relax tonight with one of my favorite bands and some Mexican food. :9

or he *would* be here again. I just need to insulate the new pipes and fix a leaky drain line. Blech.

Insulate from what?
;-)

Rumor is that we're going to get a real winter this year. :bounce:

Last I heard you were in SD.
Welcome back to Dixie.

He moved from Alabama to SD a while back.

Color me red-faced.
:-(
on edit: I blame the Scotch.
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

hey you... spikedpimmentochoppedliver here is piping in with a sarcastic... harsh atlanta winter... brrrrrrrrrrr ... ;-) (All things being relative, of course)

*Real*, not harsh. The day we get a harsh winter here will truly be one to celebrate, but I'll take a few good freezes and one or two real snows...

was wondering how bratty I was going to have to get to get a hello! :D

Some responses just take a little more time...;-)

just seemed to bring that inner brat out in me, today. :evilgrin:

:evilgrin:

:)

Does that mean I win something? Do I get to grouse about my job with impunity now? :D

told the HR guy this morning, giving a weeks notice. later during the day, he informed me that he and several other long timers weren't getting a paycheck today. :eyes:

looks like you are getting out in time. Any interesting options in front of you?

:hi:

a friend wants me to paint the inside of her house, and an architect wants to give more drafting work, that will keep the wolf from the door until i find another 'real job'

while i was 'working' i was able to pay off my CC and some other bills. i've lived for years well with-in my means, i don't worry about money too much. and i got some useful talents, i'll get by ok.

also get to ride my bike more - almost worth being unemployed. :)

you know up here is a mecca for riding - with our own popular little quasi-cult film in ode to town/gown snobbery and a classic bike race. Each fall the "Hoosier Hilly One Hundred" draws riders from far afield from here. Of course riding in rolling hills is a tad different than the terrain you have down there.

That - is about all I know about the wonderful world of bike racing. That - and being adept at cursing (silently, inside the car, of course) at the college racing teams in the Spring riding four abreast on narrow country roads in the area.

and do what i call 'urban-trekking'. i stay off the roads. sidewalks, alleys, back streets, parks, trails, parking garages, etc, are my 'backwoods'.

much more fun than grinding out endless miles on road bike! :) and st pete is great for what i like to do.

the students look like they are having sooooooo much fun on the endless hills around here... and frankly though riding is big - we hoosiers don't have our car courtesy down very well compared to what I experienced back in the bay area (when I did actually ride - more for transportation than sheer fun - from time to time).

Cloudy and raining off and on all day.
The good news: THE NEW ROOF DON'T LEAK!
Yeah, it IS about time for a little something to keep the chill off.
cheers
:toast:

I'm the one who always gets to do it at home, because my husband really doesn't fit. Plus, he's a bit more spider-phobic than I am, and the suckers down there could drive my car. They bite, too, so I usually wear a rain slicker with a hood. I do not like getting spiders on my person. I'm very live and let live with them otherwise, but they do not get to walk on me or bite me.

They're not a problem in the house when they get in, because the cats think they're the greatest kitty-toys in the world. I've never seen one with all 8 legs more than a foot from the door. The cats grab them the second they come in, and toss them around until their legs come off. Then the cats are bored with them, and come whining to me to get them another toy.

They well deserve their name - Giant House Spider. The nice thing about them is that they prey on hobo spiders and recluses.

I do sympathize, Uly - some of the worst labor I've ever done in my life was digging out a crawlspace for my ex-boyfriend's mother. Horrible, horrible work.

John probably wouldn't fit through the crawl space *door* here. I'm more freaky about snakes than I am spiders, though.

:hi:

You're a real democrat and you have a sense of humor, which puts you in the 99th percentile of DU posters. Without you, the place would be an empty husk.

Just doing my part on a Friday afternoon.

and you're giving me just a TAD too much credit, but thanks. :D

what is it that you keep doing under the house? Are you about to single handedly support your local building supply store, again?

And while we can't possibly replace our dearly witty, wise, and at times bawdy missing in action friend... are you calling we who remain in mourning..... pimmento-spiked-chopped-liver? ;-)

what is it that you keep doing under the house?

Performing shock therapy on myself regarding my latent claustrophobia...

are you calling we who remain in mourning..... pimmento-spiked-chopped-liver?

Good god no. Just wishing to maintain the company of *all* the radical leftist women I so admire on DU. :)

'sell' the experience for its therapeutic effects... a modern day Tom Sawyer thing... :shrug:

I was just being bratty. Lots of us are missing her. Funny I don't see her or myself as "radical leftist" - when did things shift so far to the right that pragmatic center left - became radical fringe? :sigh:

All that aside, we will do our best, however, to talk you out of any underthehouse induced shock.

Now back to some good old :beer:

If you don't come out from under the house in a reasonable amount of time, -shall we call

a) The Fire Department Rescue Team
b) The Coast Guard
c) A team of exterminators with elephant guns big enough to kill Georgia spiders.
d) The producers of "Blair Witch Project" with your web-cam video link of the new uly-written thriller I Know Why the Weepy Pipes Whinge...

it probably means that I'm stuck. Send whiskey and vaseline.

Whiskey in beer, served by a burly guy - who can make boilers, so must be able to pull out a guy stuck under a house.

Problem would be getting a burly guy under this house. Peanut'd probably come help, but would it be worth it?

'Trailer-Trash Sexual Encounter' written all over it.

;-)

Nope. Not gonna. At least not yet. :D

we can practice shooting marbles.... under the house.... score five points per hit....