I really like the fact that Sara marked this optimistic. GR8's drinking 'til the sun comes up.It's going to be another all nighter.
I really like the fact that Sara marked this optimistic. GR8's drinking 'til the sun comes up.It's going to be another all nighter.
It's going to be another all nighter.
I really like the fact that Sara marked this optimistic. GR8's drinking 'til the sun comes up.
He didn't say it was a work all-nighter!I really like the fact that Sara marked this optimistic. GR8's drinking 'til the sun comes up.
GR8 discovered the fountain of youth after remembering that woman that broke up with him because he was too good looking.Maybe it was optimistic about a different angle?
Our friends that make the chili also made oyster stew for the first 15 or so years that I have been going there. For her mom. When her mom stopped coming and couldn't eat oyster stew any more (health reasons), they stopped making it. I think there were only a couple of people that ate it besides her mom.Late to the party, but last year the vixen talked 4 of the 5 daughters to come out at Christmas. Said it wouldn't be too long, and Gramma and Grampa won't be around to share with anymore. So - we had them all at our house, grandkids too. (Alana had to work over Christmas at the hospital, so couldn't come.)
It was a noisy mess.....and an absolute blessing. Lots of food, laughing, broken ornaments, and yours truly even sang a solo at church on Christmas Eve. At the end of the night we all listened to "Silent Night" by Mannheim Steamroller, and there weren't many dry eyes in the room.
Christmas Eve supper, BTW, is always the old traditional chili and oyster stew. That's what the vixen's Mom makes, and that's we get. (My Dad would approve, were he still around!)
He probably did - but not for fun. Out of frustration, most likely!I really like the fact that Sara marked this optimistic. GR8's drinking 'til the sun comes up.
Eep! Is that yours?
Our friends that make the chili also made oyster stew for the first 15 or so years that I have been going there. For her mom. When her mom stopped coming and couldn't eat oyster stew any more (health reasons), they stopped making it. I think there were only a couple of people that ate it besides her mom.![]()
Eep! Is that yours?
Can't even tell much except it looks like his midriff is wrapped (or maybe that's just the pattern on the singlet) and that his headgear is "overstuffed". What's going on there? Is he okay?yep.
Figured I didn't need to cover much up since you can't really make much out from the photo.
Huh. Just got a phone call from a university in Odessa, TX.
Didn't recognize the #, so I didn't answer, but looked them up online.
No voicemail. Secretary was confused a little when I called back. The prof that called may be calling again shortly.
It's weird. I don't remember applying to anything there, and I keep track of this stuff.
Mystery solved. They dialed a wrong # for a student with an advising appointment.
Oh, well. It was nice to be wanted for a moment, even though it wasn't real.
We used to have newbie grad students every year that would "reply all" to general dept emails...then forty or so "kind souls" would use "reply all" to tell them not to use "reply all". Ahhhhhhh, the memories of the early days of fall semesters...Get like 25 meeting invites for a training. I pick the one that works for me and decline the rest.
Couple weeks later they're like oh yeah this project isn't ready yet, cancelling and rescheduling. Get 25 new invites. Sigh. Pick the one that works for me.
Now they're going back and removing all those original 25. Why am I getting a notification email for every one?!?!?!?!? I already declined them all!
They are killing all the virtual trees with this amount of email.