One of the drawbacks of living in a large apartment building is having what I call "lounge lizards", or people who hang around the lobby at all hours of the day and night. We have a nice entry way, or at least we try and keep it that way. There are a couple couches, chairs and end tables. It's nicely lit and there are pretty paintings on the walls.
The older retired people use this as their front room. They are there practically all day and most of the evening until bedtime. Then they are right back bright as a button early in the morning. I go off for work a little after 6 and there are at least two or three of them there.
This wouldn't be so bad if they would just chat with each other or something, but they ask some of the rudest intrusive questions of anyone who happens to come into the lobby.
"What apartment do you live in? How long have you lived here?" If you are carrying something in a bag, you get "What's that? where have you been?" If you happen to carry in a briefcase or something that looks like work it's "What do you do? Are you married? How much do you make? How long do you work?"
I get asked all these and lots more. To the constant "what apartment do you live in?" I usually answer "706" or something, our apartments only go up to 315 so that gets them scratching their heads. If I happen to come round the corner carrying a bag or two of groceries, suddenly the loungers decide to get on the elevator with me and poke me with questions on the ride up. I HATE THIS. If I see one of them get up ("I think I'll go upstairs now, it's almost time for Wheel of Fortune") I will take the stairs. Either that or go back out the way I came.
The guy who parks next to me in the garage can't stand these nosey old farts either. We happened to walk through the garage the other night at the same time, and I said something like "watch out, you know they are gonna be in the lobby when we go through." He said "You watch. I will fix them."
Sure enough, soon as we emerged from the garage into the lobby two old dears snapped to attention. You could almost hear the glee in their voices. "Well well what do we have here? A couple? Are you two living together now?"
My neighbor walked right up to them and with his sweetest smile he said "You know, if I thought that was any of your fucking buisiness I would tell you." And he walked off. I laughed so hard I snorted.
It won't stop them completely. I know these old dears just love to use the lobby as their front porch. But damn, I can't imagine having such a life that the best I could manage all day was to sit in an apartment building lobby and people watch. There are TONS of things for seniors to do in this city, all free. Yet here they sit. The senior center, by the way, is less than a block from my apartment building.
Yeesh.
From failbook..
"How can the world end in 2012 if I have canned peaches that expire in 2013?"
....a question to ponder, indeed.
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What I have to question is the whole 2012 thing in Aussie time or America? xD
The year comes in in Australia first. So you guys will be toast while we are still having one last drink. :P
No idea how true this is, but;
I'm not an Aussie, Indulgence. :P
Just a question I was wondering lol.
Sorry, Dylan, I didn't know that was you!
Lands square in the middle of the axiom:
"I can't be out of money, I still have checks in my checkbook."
Courtesy of failbook.....
Yo mama's so ugly my patronus is a paper bag.
Your mama's so fat, the Sorting Hat sorted her into the House of Pancakes.
Yo mama's so fat, her wand is a Slim Jim.
Yo mama's so ugly, her spot on the Marauder's Map is scratch n sniff.
Yo mama's so big she has to apparate in sections.
Yo mama's so fat she has a mumu of invisibility.
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Haha those are great!
My personal fave is:
Yo mama's so fat her patronus is a CAKE! lol
Can I get a couple people to rate or re-rate me please...there is a horrible graphic ratings stamp on there that I would like to push WAY WAY down. Thanks a lot!
I love me some Paula Deen. Found this recipe in her latest magazine. Bacon, anyone?
PECAN-SPICE BACON
Makes 4 servings.
12 slices bacon
1/4 cup pecans, finely chopped
1 teaspoon apple pie spice
1/2 teaspoon sugar
1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper
Preheat oven to 375. Coat a large wire rack with cooking spray. Arrange bacon in a single layer on rack. Place rack on a large baking sheet. Bake for 15 minutes.
In a small bowl, combine pecans, apple pie spice, sugar, and pepper; sprinkle over bacon. Bake for an additional 5 to 10 minutes or until crisp.
For about a week now, one of the salesmen at our local car dealership has been going round with me trying to get me to buy a new car. I've never had a new car. Never really thought I could get one. His dealership is having an awesome 0% financing for 72 months, and he came today with a brochure for a new car.
For about 30 minutes I was excited as hell. The payments would fit my budget, my car would be the downpayment so I wouldn't have to put any money down if I didn't want to. The car? A gorgeous metallic black Dodge Caliber, 2010 with only about 80 miles on it.
Well, after the first wave of excitement, I soon realized this would not do for me. Firstly, it is way too big. I don't need that size of car. I like small, compact cars, because all I do is drive in town, I never go anywhere. I want something small. Currently I own a Ford Focus, which has served me extremely well for 10 years. It's the perfect size for me.
The other thing, was the insurance. After a phone call to my agent, I realized there was no way I could afford insurance on a new car. Not by any matter of means. Poor car guy, he thought he had a sale in his pocket. The insurance angle was something he hadn't reckoned with. I am not going to buy a car and try to sneak by without insurance. I have always carried it and intend to go on doing so. My agent suggested me shopping for a smaller, used car, whose rates I could afford more easily.
Back to square one, I guess. My current car is fine, I have no problems with it. Being that old, though, things are bound to start happening sooner or later. Guess I will have to start looking around the used car lots.
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I'm the same way. I have a 1999 Jeep Cherokee, which I bought in 2002. It is totally paid off, the insurance is manageable. I love my car. I just hope it hangs in there long enough to do me so me good. I have driven the living shit out of it though- Florida to all over, including three trips to Canada. But I take good care of it, regular oil changes and maintenance, etc. and it has take good care of me.
Having a head cold morph into sinusitis is no fun, folks. Your head feels like it's going to explode, you can't breathe through your nose, and when you blow, all sorts of foul shapes and colors come out. Bleargh.
I have discovered I have a high tolerance for meds. The normal dosage of stuff just doesn't cut it. After spending some time in the pharmacy and reading labels, spending big bux on stuff designed for "severe cold and congestion"...pfft. As a side note, next time you have a minute, check the dosage on some of those over the counter products labeled "severe". I found several that are the exact same dosage for regular colds and whatnot. So don't pay more for advertising.
Today was about the worst. I really don't sleep well due to not being able to breathe through my nose, and when I got up I discovered I was so congested my sense of smell and taste was knocked out. Great. The one day I get to cook and create and I can't even taste stuff.
My usual meds just weren't cutting it, so I decided to go old school. Boiled a pot of water and held my head over the vapors. Then I got a washcloth and dunked it in some warm water and pressed it to my face. Did this twice, and miraculously my sinuses drained and I can taste again.
Hopefully I can get a decent night's sleep before heading to work tomorrow.
People journaling and kismeting about being "loanly" and "soar"..well, it's no wonder.
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I'm so loanly.
I wonder. Does that mean, I take out a lot of loans, or that I loan a lot. . . ?
The one positive thing about having a hellacious headcold/black plague, is that my voice drops to this growling sexy purr. I don't sound anything like my normal self. I answer the phone at work and customers ask "Who IS this?"
I was goofing, singing along to something on the radio, and my boss stopped and listened. "You sound like Eartha Kitt," he said.
Dangit. In a couple days this will be gone. I have to enjoy it while I can.
Complete the following sentence: "I like my coffee like I like my men (or women)......"
Ryanne: Ground up and in the freezer
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lol..!
LMAO!
LOL!!
That. Is priceless....lol
Mine is whole and in the freezer. o.o
Or steaming hot and ready to go into my tummy.
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LadyKrystalynDarkstar
08:30 Jan 30 2011
LMAO!!! You should pull some sort of prank on them. Wear funny clothes. Or something that would really throw them off. Although I think your male friend there had the right idea.