rigs eat the whole box of Fudgsicles then make sump’n creative out of the sticks. That should occupy your evenin’. 
I want rain too. Actually I want a hyuuuuuuuuuge tstorm cause I likes me a good tstorm.
CutiePie go to the doctor. Better safe than sorry, ok?
Ok, Ima go nitey nite.
Nitey Nite Y’all! Night shift, report to duty.
I’m not technically part of the night shift, but here I am anyway.
How are the Lisslars doing tonight, LiLi? Better, I hope.
I’ll join you in the rain dance, rigs. I’ll be performing it early tomorrow as I water stuff. I donwanna water early in the morning!!! However, since I’ll be watering, it will probably start raining soon thereafter.
Sleepy.
Nitey-nite!
GT
rigs, Wall-E is so cuute! I wasn’t sure I was going to like it in the beginning, but it certainly got more interesting.
Bobbio, I wish my dad took me on fun adventures like that when I was a kid! Both my parents worked in a hospital, and they didn’t like me going there because they didn’t want me to pick up sick people diseases.
::watches swampy sleep, breathes heavily::
My action plan for tonight - divulge my secret crush to my secret crushee who works at the school I just graduated from, and probably be ignored because I’m pretty sure he’s straight.
Register for classes for my second bachelor’s. I found out that if you have a degree from another Arkansas university, you don’t have to take any of the general core classes, even if your credits don’t exactly transfer into the corresponding classes at the new school. Which means I get to fill my required 30 hours with FUN classes, because I only need like 12 or so hours of chemistry to finish up my degree.
E–eee—vvv-ee!
Wallll----lllleeee!
great movie. 
Ack. I’ve got a scratchy throat that started up spontaneously a couple of hours ago… this does not bode well. And dammit, I just FINISHED being sick.
sobs
Pie, even skinny girls have fashion woes - it’s just that some plus-sized women prefer to pull the “oh, it’s so hard to find clothes in my size” card rather than admit that they just don’t know how to dress themselves. Usually, it just turns out that they’re trying to replicate the latest trend for stick-thin models instead of just working with the goods that nature gave them… curves are good, as long as you stay away from the baggy empire-waist tunics that are so trendy right now. Eesh.
One of my girlfriends is in the neighbourhood of 300 lbs and nearly 6 ft tall, and she still manages to kick my ass in the clothes, hair and makeup department (and I’m no shlub when it comes to purtifying myself, thankyouverymuch).
ETA: and yes, please see your doctor. Better safe than sorry when it comes to boobies.
We need pics, Phil! You know the rules around here – photos of all baby creatures, plus photos of pets, are mandatory!
All you sick people, get well! And don’t cough on your computer – you never know how easily those germs will move through the CD drive and attack us not-sick ones!
Sounds like the VKid is a chip off the old block, Bobbio. But you didn’t say: Was your cleavage inspection successful? And who’s better at that, you or VKid?
I’ve spent the evening rotting my brains in front of the tube. I have just not been able to summon energy today to do anything. Neither has Isaac – we had the shortest Kong-throwing session on record, I think; because of the humidity, he lasted about 4 throws and then quit. He’s also clearly having quite a bit of pain in his rear hips; he’s been on aspirin for a while at the vet’s suggestion, but we’re going to have to go back and see what else we can do for him, and whether it’s arthritis or dysplasia or both. Poor baby, he doesn’t complain, but it’s no fun watching him limp after he’s been lying down for a while. 
I need to fuss at Papa Tigs to clean off the bed so he’ll have a better place to sleep, especially by winter; the cold floor can’t be good for him.
Awww, poor pup! I wish I had him here to scritch. It would save me from wanting to kill the person who called me at 8:55 and wanted five rooms, of various types. The only saving grace was that she didn’t want them for various dates. And of course since I’m still logged in, another call came in while I was trying to get through with her. I think I took care of him in record time.
I mean, really, if you have a complicated request, why call five minutes before we close? My schedule is tight enough that I’m going to have to cut fifteen minutes out of another shift somewhere, I can only make so much money per month. That won’t be a problem, really, but it’s a pain.
Maybe this should have gone in the minirants thread.
And don’t even get me started on clothes shopping. That would be a whole Pit thread by itself.
On the upside, we get to meet my coworker’s new baby on Wednesday! I’m off but will go in for a bit to fuss. I love other people’s babies.
Pie, get yourself seen. That sounds unpleasant.
I don’t need germs. My hormones are doing plenty enough to screw me up the last couple of days. Please don’t send me any germs!
Oh no, I think I may be coming down with the sickies too! I’ve got a sore throat and greenish phlegm!
Also, I want to have a little mini bitch-fest if I may. I know you guys are tired of hearing me complain about the general ineptness of the admissions/financial aid people at the school that I want to attend this fall. Well, let me fill you in on my conversation today.
Me: “<paraphrase> checking in on application”
Guy: “Still waiting on stuff, got some stuff”
Me: “info on loans?”
Guy: “Info you actually wanted that you spent 5 minutes with awful other lady trying unsuccessfully to get.”
Me: “Information on core curriculum requirements?”
Him: “Answer you wanted to hear”
Me: “Can I go ahead and register for classes?”
Him: “Yes, here’s how!”
Me: “You’re the only person I’ve been able to talk to in this office who wasn’t completely frustrating and unhelpful!”
Him: ::nervous chuckle::
But anyway, I want to register for classes, but THE DAMN WEBSITE IS DOWN! I just spent the last 4 hours poring over the schedule and catalog and determining when I can take what classes. So since I can’t sign up for them, I’ll be the first Mumper to brag about his fall schedule.
Physical Chemistry for Life Sciences (5 hours!?)
Intro to Inorganic Chemistry (since when is an “intro” class 3000 level?)
Chemistry Capstone course
Medicinal Chemistry (4000 level, and I’m sure it’ll be impossible but prepare me for pharmacy school)
Sexuality, Society and Culture (fun class!)
And if I end up not having to pay out-of-pocket for school, I’ll add:
Body Mechanics/conditioning (I need to start on the road to better shape, and I have no idea how to practically do it.), and if Inorganic is going to be offered in the spring, I’ll take Piano I instead.
So that means next semester will be:
(possibly) Inorganic Chemistry
Introduction to Gender Studies
Spanish Conversation class
Bowling if it’s offered
Stretch/stress program if no bowling
And whatever other interesting courses I want.
This experience is strange, because I HAVE to fill up 30 hours, but I only NEED 12 of those hours to graduate, leaving me room to take fun classes.
(This is gonna get a resounding “TLDR”, but whatever)
Relax bonkeydear! I read it! I am at work and am in fullblown work-avoidance mode, so of course I read your screed about your courses - sounds like some interesting stuff!!!
Pie, hie thee to a doctor!!!
Good morning (night, evening…) mumpers.
I’ve resolved to try and check in once a day this week. Today is Tuesday so here is my second post of the week… :o
I’m probably forgetting half of you, but in no particular order:
**Rigs **-- yay on #1 son being home. Pictures!!!
**Phil **-- congrats Pictures!!!
**Pie **-- pay no attention to the idiots who think you can’t look good if you don’t have the dimensions of a super-model. They’re idiots. 
And hie thee to a doctor about that lump! :eek:
Pictures!!! 
**Bobbio **-- you’re growing a son to be just like you. I’m not sure if that means we should all be grateful or just nervous Grateful, of course
Dotty – Yay on the new job starting soon. And, for onve, yay for a boss’s stupidity! Means you don’t have to break your back for the remaing 10 days!
**Taters **-- hope the boat is already sold as of this writing. If not, hope it goes soon!
**Haze **-- miss you. Where are you? You’re even scarcer lately than I’ve been (and that’s saying something! :o)
**Ivory **-- don’t see you much around here, either, lately. Miss you too
OK, that’s all I can remember. Yays, boos and apologies to anybody else I’ve neglected to mention. And a happy Tuesday to y’all
::waves at SO::
Why am I awake?
Funny.
I am STARVING this morning. I think it’s going to be something delightful and tasty from McDonald’s this morning.
Morning. Big company today maybe.
Congrats phil!!
Looks lie an intresting set of class, donkeybear
Roo, the dog and cat were modeked after Maggie and Lucretia.
rigs, I leared my techniques in high school art class. Go figure. Congrats on the reporting gig.
Pie, go to the doctor!
gt, you’re awake because it’s morning.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up, dressed and caffeinatin’ here. In a few I’m leavin’ to meet ol’ y’all know who for brekkies. Just cause.
It was so strange last night. I was in da cave all alone for sleepy time but I had this eerie feelin’ somebody was in the bedroom with me heavy breathing…
donkeybear that looks like a biiiiiiiiiiig Fall Semester schedule. Is there anyway you could spread a couple of those Chemistry classes across both semesters? Just sayin’…
Ok, I gotta get outta here and go get brekkified then back to work. Le sigh.
Later Y’all!
Office PC still sick, so I won’t be around much today.
MomTigs, I’m still training him in the art and science of cleavage inspection. He’s coming along nicely.
TTFN
Another drive-by!
Mr. Lissar still sick, microwave shopping today (I hope), visit with inlaws very good! See ya!
Since my last post 1 1/2 hours ago things have not exactly been stellar. The short version is that I walked downstairs to where my grandparents live*, walked back upstairs and promptly decided to toss my cookies. Then, on my way to work and the grocery store I wanted to start crying for no particular reason several times.
The crying thing is what has me concerned more than anything else. It feels like the big D has been sneaking back up on me lately. For instance the other night I was lying in bed trying to sleep and all of a sudden I’m in tears (completely out of the blue, I hadn’t even been thinking about him)because I miss MichiganEx. I could write a book on that subject, but it’s not the point. There was nothing to provoke this, and TVMan and I have been getting along pretty well recently. It was just kind of like crying for the sake of crying. And that’s how I felt this morning. I’ve been that person before and I don’t want to be her again. And it scares me everytime that I seem to be heading in that direction.
*I walked downstairs this morning because today is my grandma’s 79th birthday. Every birthday she always declares that she is finally boss again until November (my grandpa’s birthday when he turns a year older than her again.)
Welll, I’m at work and I’ve given myself until 8 to pull myself together and finish breakfast. I guess I’d better do that.
{{{Pie}}} Your anecdote about your grandma makes me laugh, probably because before hubby and I got married, I made it clear to him that there was a distinction between being “The Man” and being “The Boss”. He no longers claims ownership or entitlement to being The Boss, because he accepts his lesser, but somehow more macho, title of The Man!
Well, if you knew my grandparents, you’d know that she’s almost always in charge anyways. But in a sweet and kind sort of way.
I made an appointment with my doctor for 1:40 today. We’ll see what happens.
Heh-heh…my husband is a bit older than me and was raised in a “boss” household. Occasionally he tries to pull the “someone has to be the leader” line with me and I break into a chorus of Malcolm In The Middle’s “You’re not the boss of me, NO…you’re not the boss of me, NO, you’re not the boss of me, NO and you’re not…so…big…LIFE IS UNFAIR…”