Random Thoughts VIII: The Ocho

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Already 82 here with dewpoint of 72. Going to be steamy this afternoon. Boo that.

Building garden path walkway from big flagstones salvaged from neighbors old patio is sounding less and less appealing. Sorting through excuses like too much heat, too much hurt shoulder, and such much mosquitoes in that shady area. :rolleyes:
My 92 year old father has been building a similar path around his house in Arizona since late spring (gravel & concrete blocks). Have I sufficiently shamed you yet?

He's an engineer though, so everything has to be perfect. And the company where he was buying the gravel discontinued that particular "color". Meltdown....
 
My 92 year old father has been building a similar path around his house in Arizona since late spring (gravel & concrete blocks). Have I sufficiently shamed you yet?

He's an engineer though, so everything has to be perfect. And the company where he was buying the gravel discontinued that particular "color". Meltdown....

I am pretty immune to garden shaming. Cause awesome garden. :)
 
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Any one know how to clear "drafts". I sometimes type or reply and don't send. Then next time I go to reply what I previous typed also shows up and I hit send and it's like a double post of unrelated stuff.
 
Some lady I'm E-mailing is apparently having a bad day. I have a string of 20 E-mails with her so far and she's replied with a completely ****** tone in every single one (a whole lotta "basically" "actually" "you need to" "I don't think you understand" blah blah blah)

I've been countering her with very civil responses with facts and no condescension. She has continued to escalate her douchiness (do you change the 'y' to an 'i' there?) by copying in more and more people.

Her last E-mail started with "Make you respond ALL with your replies next time!!" (yes, two exclamation marks cuz it's important). I responded to the rest of her E-mail and then finished with "If you notice, I did respond to all on my previous E-mail" and then had a cropped screen shot that showed her just E-mailing me prior to my response.

I really wanted to add "Checkmate, *****!" but I remained professional.
 
Kind of sad. Our first real friends that are at the same life stage of us are moving to DSM. I told my wife we will help them move and I would somehow convince me to drive the truck and I will just hold it ransom.


I may have just offered up DH and my help for another friend's move in a couple weekends. I may wait a few days to tell DH. Though this won't be a finishing at 1am deal. Should go pretty fast.
 
I may have just offered up DH and my help for another friend's move in a couple weekends. I may wait a few days to tell DH. Though this won't be a finishing at 1am deal. Should go pretty fast.

Reminds me of a weekend last year. My brother called me up and asked me to come help HIS friend move.

He'd agreed to do it, but he hurt himself. It was me and his friend carrying almost everything up to the third floor apartment.

I swear his couch must have had a cast iron frame.

My brother still owes me for that one.
 
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Reminds me of a weekend last year. My brother called me up and asked me to come help HIS friend move.

He'd agreed to do it, but he hurt himself. It was me and his friend carrying almost everything up to the third floor apartment.

I swear his couch must have had a cast iron frame.

My brother still owes me for that one.

We had a hideously ugly sofa bed that we moved into a third story apartment when we first moved to KC. During the move my brother in law slipped and dropped it in middle of the last flight of stairs. I was on the bottom end and wound up on my back with the sofa resting on my chest. I still think I may have cracked a rib, but never did get it checked out since I was poor as ****.

I told my wife that sofa would never see those stairs again.

When it came time to move into our house, I stayed true to my word. My friend provided a look-out as I shoved that heavy monstrosity off our balcony onto the cement below. Then I dragged it over to the dumpster and drove away.

I came back an hour later and it was gone. I feel for the poor sap that ended up with that thing.
 
The friend in question is also DH's relative and her parents will be coming up with a trailer to help. The two locations are pretty close together and the people I know are involved are pretty efficient. I think it won't be nearly as bad as the weekend move was. Plus I'm sure beer and probably lunch or dinner will be involved. It could go terribly, but I suspect they'll be pretty much ready to load and go.
 
Some lady I'm E-mailing is apparently having a bad day. I have a string of 20 E-mails with her so far and she's replied with a completely ****** tone in every single one (a whole lotta "basically" "actually" "you need to" "I don't think you understand" blah blah blah)

I've been countering her with very civil responses with facts and no condescension. She has continued to escalate her douchiness (do you change the 'y' to an 'i' there?) by copying in more and more people.

Her last E-mail started with "Make you respond ALL with your replies next time!!" (yes, two exclamation marks cuz it's important). I responded to the rest of her E-mail and then finished with "If you notice, I did respond to all on my previous E-mail" and then had a cropped screen shot that showed her just E-mailing me prior to my response.

I really wanted to add "Checkmate, *****!" but I remained professional.
Cooler(s) head(s) prevailed!!
 
We had a hideously ugly sofa bed that we moved into a third story apartment when we first moved to KC. During the move my brother in law slipped and dropped it in middle of the last flight of stairs. I was on the bottom end and wound up on my back with the sofa resting on my chest. I still think I may have cracked a rib, but never did get it checked out since I was poor as ****.

I told my wife that sofa would never see those stairs again.

When it came time to move into our house, I stayed true to my word. My friend provided a look-out as I shoved that heavy monstrosity off our balcony onto the cement below. Then I dragged it over to the dumpster and drove away.

I came back an hour later and it was gone. I feel for the poor sap that ended up with that thing.

Yeah this sofa we moved had recliners in either end or something. So much frame and none of the parts came off.

I love my IKEA couch so much. I can take it apart into sections small enough I can carry the whole thing by myself in a few trips.

Another couch story:
I had a ****** couch when my ex-wife and I moved into our townhome. The couch barely made it up the narrow stairs and gouged the drywall in a few places.

When it came to buying a new IKEA couch, I decided there was no way I was going to try and get the old one back down the stairs. I got a hand saw and cut that POS into little pieces and took it down the easy way.
 
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