BioTigs, young lady, you march right in there and get busy! Don’t you come out until your done, or there’ll be no sleepovers for you for a month! I mean it! Don’t you stomp your foot at me! Now march, young lady!
OK, now that I’ve gotten her all motivated, I think I’ll go nap. I took some sinus stuff and I’m all drowsy.
I am up and dressed, even tho I want to stay in bed again today. I feel so weak, every little thing is such a big effort. The PTist will be here soon, and when she’s done I am going back to bed. My brother won’t be here until late this evening - he hasn’t even left Boston yet. I won’t be checking in too often for a while - I am going to rest as much as I can. But thank you all for the good vibes.
A small bit of surealism to start my day… We have a mailbox mounted beside the front door. A small bird of some type is attempting to build a nest in the mailbox. This upsets the mailman when the bird flies out at him, and upsets the bird when the mailman sneaks up and drops stuff in on her. So Mr. SCL removed all the nesting materials from the mailbox and put them nearby for the bird to reuse if she so chooses. Bird arrives with another beakful of material during the removal process. Mr. SCL reported feeling positively wounded by those beady birdy eyes! “What have you done to my nursery?” If it didn’t upset the mailman so much I’d let the bird nest and use the side door for a while, but he refuses to use a “nonapproved” container for the mail on a temporary basis.
Oh, dear. It’s so hard when you upset animals. They have no idea why you’re being so mean. Of course, I don’t mind so much with my cats, because they’re the ones who stomp on me at night and yodel wake-up songs. Getting their ears cleaned is fair play. 
Someone motivate me to vacuum!
Your’s wasn’t TMI per se - it was more prurient thrills.
One person’s TMI is another person’s prurient thrill, I guess.
**LiLi, ** go vacuum!
the PTist just left - and I thought I was exhausted before!
But she is a skinny woman of about 55 (judging by her neck graggs) and would rather have a strong beefy guy come and help me with the stairs - I agree - no sense in both of us being nervous.
Menawhile, she said I don’t need daily PT, as long as I do the exercises myself, so she won’t be back until Monday.
I haven’t heard from my brother yet, I imagine he’ll be leaving shortly, if he isn’t already on the road - he’ll call me before he gets on the ferry.
You’re doing great, BioRosie! Keep up the good work!
Oh please. I used to have a slot in the door; that’s “approved”! And when the dog chewed the mail and/or barked like a maniac when he started shoving mail through the slot, I put a basket on the porch and marked it “Mail.” Got my mail that way for years. (This was in the '90s.)
I just got back from yoga and I FEEL FANTASTIC. I just wish you all could see the leg muscles on me. The. Leg. Muscles. On. Me. Roar! I could conquer the world with these thighs!
We had the same thing happen earlier this week with the potted geraniums on the front porch. The GF said she felt real guilty about removing the incipent nest, but I told her she’d feel even worse if she let the bird lay eggs there, and we weren’t able to use the front door for the next two months.
I think Ellen’s talking about her thighs is giving me the vapors. We do appreciate a woman with good legs around here.
Snerk.
That? Is hawt.
BooFae did you give me your cold? I’m sniffling and coughing my way through my thesis here. Bleeeeeeeeeech.
On a more cheerful note, I think I’m going to start teaching at a local community college next week. Nothing’s settled yet, but they left a voicemail for me today saying that they wanted to see if we could work out a schedule. It’s really short notice, but oh well.
rosie, I’m so glad to see that you’re up and moving today and happy to hear that you rested a lot yesterday. It sounds like things are moving along for you. You go, girl! I hope your brother gets there soon.
BioRosie you’re doin’ great! I’ll bet Smokey is just, ummm… layin’ there and purrin’ with pride.
Ellen not so much with the thighs. Geez, you’ll get Bobbio, Sean, Mindude, welby, etc. all stirred up and I’ll have to get out the hose and the extra strength bleach again.
I might have done… innocent look
Anyway, it’s a Cool Kid cold, you should be pleased to have it! And as if that’s not incentive enough, don’t forget that the perfect cure is a hot [del]man, twice nightly[/del] toddy.
I’ve just finished the third lot of baking for Sunday’s cake sale and I’m off to have a quick squizz in my wardrobe to see if I can make an advanced decision on tomorrow night’s outfit. Tomorrow 'im indoors will reach the ripe old age of 39 and I’m taking him to the Wulfrun Centre to see The Mission…ooh…Wayne Hussey… slurp
BioRosie - hope your brother arrives soon, I look forward to properly cheered-up postings tomorrow!
That sounds positively naughty!
Ha! The only people I’ve ‘stirred up’ so far are girls. 
I woke early (like just after 4) to the sounds of some idiot revving and speeding in our neighborhood. My main concern was that he be gone before I had to leave for work so I wouldn’t risk being hit as I exited my driveway. I came home to discover that said ass had been spinning out on the strip of grass between our side fence and the side street. I’ve now got twin stripes of mud. I’m thinking some of the trees that have been falling in our yard may find a new home spanning that section of lawn. Why are people deliberately destructive?? :mad:
And I’m being reassigned. I emailed my project leader earlier this week when he asked where my populated Excel pages were. I explained to him that I had none because I had no idea what I was to be populating, what sort of format was needed, indeed, I had no idea what the heck I was doing. I worded it a bit more professionally than that, but still… I ended by saying that either he needed to get someone to work closely with me to get me started (I’m not stupid - I’m just trying to cross-train in a completely new area and I’m lost) or he’d have to reassign me. So he went to the division head and asked her to find me a new job. So yay, I think. Cathy is cool, and I’m not worried about how this will reflect on me - I’m just a little nervous about what I may be tasked with next. Oh well…
I’ve got a load of jeans in the washer and I’m about to change into grubbies - I’ve got 2 humongo doggie dishes to throw! 
Plus there are 7 pieces on the shelf waiting to be trimmed. I need to get to work! I’ve got time, since my class is over.
Got no poop or puke stories, so I guess I’ll skedaddle for a while. < and she’s gone in a glitter-filled POOF >
Because they can be, I guess. That sucks that they did that to your lawn. Hope they wake up one morning and find that someone’s done that to their hair. That would be sweet karma.
BooFae, what’s a hot toddy? Must be amazing if it trumps having a hot man, twice nightly. :dubious:
Just got a call from the college, and yes, they do want me to start teaching next Monday. Classes start at 9:30 - they want me to come in at 9am so I’ll have time to prep. Uh, I need more time than half an hour to prep. Giving me the name of the textbook I’ll be teaching from would be nice. The dude was all, “I’ll try to get back to you on that, but if not, I’ll just see you next Monday.” :eek: I’ll cobble something together to get past the first day, I suppose, but the level of disorganization this place has displayed so far has me ever so slightly worried. Ah well. It can’t be worse than my last place, where my supervisor turned out to be a racist four-letter-word.