Omnis, I am sending you domicile~ma.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Patience~ma, omnis.
This co-worker needs to go away. Maybe he'll trip on something he tossed on the floor.
Nah, he's a good one, actually. He was just in a hurry to get the board up before the downpour.
Project "Be Assertive! Be-ee Assertive!!" is going well. Today I asked one coworker why he offered to rip boards for me - if he thought I didn't do it well or safely. He said no, he's just not used to working with a girl. I thanked him and let him know I'd ask for help if needed. Then he said, "yes'm," so I had to point out that I was his coworker and not his mom. In general I really dig working with this crew of Hondurans, though I can't shake the feeling that they're talking about me sometimes. Curse my lack of Spanish. They love to sing along to the radio, which cracks me up.
Damn and blast. When I made that super-yummy mashed cauliflower the other night, I managed to boil my 6-qt stockpot dry, and I think it's ruined. It was a nice one, that my parents gave me, too. Dammit.
eta - per the internet, I'm soaking it in vinegar. Fingers crossed.
Smonster, tell 'em "Yo sé que mi español es malo, pero entiendo mucho. No hables de mí, por favor. No soy estúpido, mis amigos.Y sé que la mayoría de las malas palabras, también."
Erin, I don't *know* that they're talking about me. I could just be paranoid - it's fairly likely that I am. They also know that I understand some things, and that I'd like to learn more. But thank you! I will keep that phrase handy.
Today I learned "Stasiendo mucho calor."
Happy Birthday, Glamcookie!
Patience ~ma, omnis! The two most confusing and unnecessarily complicated things in the world are buying a house (especially the first time) and figuring out insurance.
Ha, and because it's a condo, in order to buy it, the HOA has to have insurance (which it looks like they have), but it just makes it more funny what you said.
Vocational schools for the deaf used to teach printing, which made a certain amount of sense because you couldn't hear when the presses were running. The first newspaper I worked on had quite a few deaf workers in printing and composing, and the other guys picked up quite a bit of sign language. When I had to take copy up to the print shop or do last-minute proofing, the minute I stepped on the floor, the guys would start pointing at me and signing.
We put together the metal shelves we bought for our closets tonight, so one more accomplishment for the day. Maybe tomorrow we can actually start unpacking some of our kitchen stuff.
My closet is clean, I did 3 loads of laundry, made dinner, did a Target run, worked on a work project and decoupaged a light switch for my newly painted hallway.
And I just exfoliated and applied a 2nd round of self tanner, painted my toes Rock Star Pink (Sally Hanson) and my fingernails Red Carpet, a glittery blood-red. Jilli would approve, I think.