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If We Were Having Coffee…2016 Week 1

And if  you showed up at my door on Saturday morning, I’d probably boot you right back out the door again, and tell you to come back tomorrow morning, but not too early.

Then on SUNDAY, I’d tell you that I’m sorry, but I had a ton of laundry and housecleaning to do prior to…the in-laws stopping by to break up their drive back down to Isla Retirementa, Florida from their two-week siege visit to The Brother in New Jersey. Wobbly-legged from arthritis, with weak hearts (and weak brains, but that’s another story), bad eyesight and poor hearing, they still insist on driving from FL to NJ and back every year. And they  will NOT be put in a hotel, even at our seriously-incredibly-glad-to-do-it-expense, but would prefer to spend the stopover night here in our cat-hair-allergy-triggering, wooden-staircase-oh-Christ-there-goes-my-back-again upstairs bedroom.

And no, we don’t make them stay in THE upstairs bedroom, we only HAVE upstairs bedrooms. They know this. They’ve always known this. They can barely WALK! Why…someone, for the love of all that is sensible, someone PLEASE tell me WHY they insist on staying here?    {deep breaths, in with the calm, out with the vitriol, in with the peace, out with the screaming fantods – it’s over now, you survived} ok. better now.

And along with the in-laws’ arrival’s prep work, there were also the regular weekend chores, compounded by the ‘we only do this the first weekend of each month’ chores, like changing the mattress pads, and the pillow covers (not to be confused with the pillowCASES, which are the ones you see, or the pillowSLIPS which go between the cover and the case.) And on a side note, are we the only people who sleep with three layers between our faces and the ticking? Mr Tater thinks we are.

Once I got all THAT out of my system, I’d tell you about how glad I am that this holiday season is over.  Two weeks in a row of never knowing exactly what day it is has me all discombobulated.  Back to normal now, and speaking of normal… it seems to be a bit chilly out there this morning. FINALLY, the weather is getting close to what it’s “supposed” to be in January.

I’d tell you that I’ve been reading a lot of bloggers’ resolutions, and decisions, and goals – I’m sticking with my plan of New Month’s Whatevers…for January, it’s get out there and WALK every day and the ONLY thing that is allowed to stop me is seriously inclement weather. Not laziness, not busy-ness, just bucketing down rain, or gale-force winds, or zombie apocalypse-type stuff. Well, and having a lot of post-in-laws clean up and the taking-down-of-even-our-tiny-effort-at-decorating work. That can interfere, too.

I exceeded my 2015 Goodreads Reading Challenge of 100 by an additional 8! Go eyes! This year I’ve set it for 104, a ice even 2 per week,  but I’m making a vow, and to myself only, because I think I might break this one) to read at least one non-fiction work per month. Not a big fan of non-fiction, and I couldn’t tell you why. I’m breaking into it easy with Felicia Day’s memoir, You’re Never Weird On The Internet (mostly). It’s a fun read, she tells a great story.

I’d WANT to tell you about how incredibly weird I find most of humanity to be, and as evidence I’d tell you about Cousin Heloise’s breakfast vampire and Cousin Theodora’s chicken-soup-and-cake cancer. But I’ll save those for another whine-fest coffee get-together.


Weekend Coffee Share 3

If we were having coffee….

I’d tell you about The Ultimate Escape Game that we did as a work outing yesterday afternoon. I’d tell you that while it was fun being locked in a room, trying to solve clues to get out, 12 people is just too many. One person hogged all the clues to himself, one person did all the writing down and usually wrote things down wrong (plus kept leaving the cap off the dry erase marker, then complaining when it would dry out – a personal pet peeve of mine), one person kept MOVING the damned red box from room to room. One person kept saying, we need a clue, we need a clue. Umm, yes, we DO – that’s the whole idea.

We wasted a lot of time on one clue because one person decided we were missing something so we should stare at it some more (we weren’t, and we shouldn’t have) and we wasted a lot more time trying to figure out what the clogged-together keys on the typewriter meant. They were O, U, J, and Y, and they didn’t mean anything at all.

We failed to escape the room in time, (of course), and everyone went away with slightly hurt feelings. BUT it was still better than last year’s Christmas Bowling Extravaganza. And before you start, yes, I’m sure bowling IS fun. It’s just not for me and it would be nice if we could vote on these things instead of one person just deciding THIS is what we’re going to do. Sigh. Deep breath.

That’s enough about that.

Christmas is next Friday, and the big doings in the DataTater household is that we’re having sausage gravy and biscuits, and pancakes with sour cream and strawberries for breakfast. That’s it. End of festivities.

It’s been a busy week at work, which ones AREN’T? I’m not feeling up to snuff, but not quite sick either – just lazy and bored. I need a purpose in life, I guess. Is this why you people have kids, so you don’t ever have TIME to be lazy and bored?

The weather here south of Atlanta is stupidly warm for the week before Christmas. I know, it’s the south, I know that, but STILL… it could TRY!! 70 degrees (21C) is just not Christmas-y for me.

I’ve given up on yet ANOTHER of my 149 Great Novels. Tristam Shandy is going back to the library. I’ve lost the knack of reading ‘good’ books I guess. I don’t have the patience to parse through pages and pages of exposition. It’s not them, it’s me. I admit it.

We didn’t go anywhere fun, we didn’t eat anything interesting… it’s really a shame you bothered to come over, I’m not very good company today.

And no, I’m not going to talk about Star Wars.  Ever.

Weekend Coffee Share 2

If we were having coffee, I’d say:

You came back! Awesome! Grab a cup, have a seat.

Don’t mind that scraping noise, those damned felt things don’t stick properly on the bottom of the chair legs. I have to keep adjusting them every couple of days. I hate to say it but I almost miss the linoleum. The ‘wood’ (laminate) looks good, and it feels nice to walk on, but the felt things stayed put before. Sigh.

The new vacuum? Yep, it finally did come out of the box, got used once, got cleaned up and put back in the box and back to the store it went. Mr Tater, who is in charge of vacuuming, hates this modern baglessness. He does NOT want to see the dirt swirling around, and he does NOT want to reach in and pull the static-electricity-captured dust/hair balls out. The only reason we were looking for a new one was because we can no longer find the bags anywhere except online, and Mr Tater is somehow opposed to online shopping. I think he thinks it makes him weak. Boys are so silly. So, bags are currently winging their way to us from some Amazon warehouse and the Adventure of the Bagless Vacuum is at an end. For now.

The mushroom stroganoff from last week was NOT good. Don’t know what I was thinking – apparently we do NOT like smoked paprika. Ick. We wasted a whole bunch of very nice mushrooms.

The big news at work is that I’m up for promotion. Don’t get too excited, I won’t know anything til after the first of the year, maybe not til as late as March. It’s not really going to change my day-to-day work all that much, but what it is going to do is save me being a middleman a lot of the time. The developers say “age” and I (Senior Data Modeler) say “no no, age changes. Use birthday and do the math!” They argue that math is hard. I argue that MATH IS WHAT COMPUTERS WERE MADE TO DO. They continue to argue. I go get my Lead Data Modeler who just says “birthdate” and they shut up. Now that I am going to be a Lead, they might listen to me first time around. We are a very hierarchy-driven environment – a title carries way more weight than experience and common sense do. So a great savings in time, plus it’ll be a nice $$ boost. 🙂

I’m keeping up my New Month’s Resolution of walking 30 minutes a day, every day, in December. I’m not losing any weight, and I’m not sleeping any better, so I’m not sure WHY I’m walking 30 minutes a day, every day… but I said I would, so I will.

2015 Reading Challenge


I finished 100 books for my Goodreads challenge, but it feels a little like cheating because 6 of them were the first 6 of Lemony Snicket’s A Series Of Unfortunate Events. They’re so small and so quick, they really shouldn’t count as a whole book. So I’m going to count each of those as only 1/2 a book and not consider the Challenge really complete til I hit 103.


I guess that’s all I have for this week – see you soon!


Weekend Coffee Share

If you came over for coffee, first of all I’d have you sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement about the state of my house. It’s not exactly dirty, but it could use a cleaning.  I’d show you the new vacuum cleaner that we bought, that’s still in the box. I’d show you the Lysol-infested cleaning cloths in the handy-dandy pop-up dispenser. Then I’d make another cup of coffee.

I’d tell you that Ned’s flea infestation seems to be under control. And how happy I am that we didn’t have to give him a bath. He is NOT a fan.

I’d tell you that while I’m sitting here with you, Mr Tater is outside doing the traditional Post-Thanksgiving, Pre-Christmas Trimming of the Shrubbery; and that I’m supposed to be searching out recipes for this week’s dinners. So far I found a Crockpot Mushroom Stroganoff that sounds pretty yummy**. Plus I found a chicken carcass in the freezer from September that is going to become a big pot of soup – so that’s 2 down, 4 to go, plus the traditional Saturday Night Pizza.

I’d tell you that this week at work I’m going to be investigating new metadata repository options..ooooh, YAY! Exciting!

But apparently I have to make a cherry chip cake for Luther M Siler, so I’m going to have to ask you to leave now. Come back next time.

** Update 13 Dec – no. NOT yummy. Did NOT like.