Yeah- more fun! Remember the shooting that happened yesterday? The one at Wesleyan University bookstore across from my synagogue?
Well, apparently the shooter was targeting not only this student but the Jewish population…
So our Synagogue is closed until further notice. That’s really scary.
I know I wasn’t the one being asked, but Vicodin makes me feel all buzzy-headed and queasy…except for last night, for some reason, it didn’t. I am going to go talk to the dentist today about this crown of mine that’s failing rather spectacularly. 
But it did work, so I slept. Yay! It’s settled down some now, but something is going to have to happen. Fast.
I don’t understand the idea of Vicodin being recreational. I guess I’m just not a candidate for opiate addiction. Fine by me.
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Oh, forgot to add that it made me a little, uh, plugged up, uh, down there.
Happily, we had Dulcolax in the house.
Yeah – it actually made the news here in Israel. Not because there’s a killer on the loose in Connecticut, US… no… But once it became known he’s targeting Jews, well, obviously that’s newsworthy…
:rolleyes:
Hope the hospital is right, and the kids stay OK!!
**Nava **-- sure you can use the quote tag, for anything you want!
You just have to hand-code it. 
Hey, we have a Snow Bunny sighting!! Long time no see…
Yikes. That’s some scary stuff, Soapy. Hope they manage to catch the guy very, very soon.
Sorry to hear about your friend, gotti. Lots of hugs for all of you.
gooses the Cap’n
I just had a lovely meeting with my new director (they restructured our project again and moved my team into something more policy-related). She’s young, she’s brilliant, she’s fun and she’s actually interested in helping us get our work done… it’s refreshing as hell, and I’m quite excited to be working for her.
Hi, all. Sorry I haven’t been around much, it’s been one of those weeks. Nothing to report, just a big pile of work. Which is nice for the paycheck, but hell on the knitting time.
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and belated for** {{{{Lili}}}}**
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Not much is going on around here. Except work, too much of it. It’s been grey and rainy and altogether blurfy, and frankly, right now I just want to crawl back in bed and go to sleep. But I can’t because - surprise! – there’s more rush work this afternoon. Thought I’d finally managed to get rid of the daily briefings about the swine flu, only to find today there are two rush briefings. Presumably about something else. It’s been interfering with dinner almost every day. Stupid rush work.
Anyway, back to it. And for those of you who find that Vicodin stops you up too much? Just to leave you gagging – my mother swears by her miracle cure: warm (yes, warm) prune juice. I told my doc this, and she assured me it could be worse – some people mix the warm prune juice with milk of magnesia!
Off to try mowing the yard while high.
I’m gonna offer {{{}}} to all those who need it…there seem to be too many of you.
Other than a bit of stiffness across the shoulders and a slightly bruised butt, I appear to have survived my first two dragon-boat practises, so the start of the season is a success! YAY!
I had a job interview today for a summer job that I really really really want. I think it went well, but they are interviewing 4 other people, and so who knows if someone else is more qualified or not? I am incredibly nervous. I have already sent a very quick thank-you email (all communication has been that way, and given the interview people, it seemed appropriate). They’ll likely let me know early next week. I so want this job! Like, really, really want this job! REALLY!
And now I’m sitting at home watching hockey. Sweden vs the Czech Republic… I want which ever one sucks most to win so that Canada can beat them in the semi-finals. I am now a complete hockey addict.
{{{Soapy}}} Scary stuff. Keep us updated please.
I went out for lunch with a coworker and ate out on a patio. And now I totally don’t want to be inside working. I should be out biking!
{{{Soapy}}} glad hubby and the kids are alright. Cars can be replaced.
gotti sorry about your friend. He’ll be in my thoughts and prayers.
Cap’n get come clothes on. Or come over here. 
BBBobbio’s high in the grass! Hee! 
Death chicken for dindin tonight. Along with field peas, steamed carrots and frozen biscuits which I will be so kind as to thaw and bake. It’s a spend the night night. Tomorrow mornin’ ol’ y’all know who is headed over to West Alabammy to do the Mother’s Day thing. I’m headin’ up to see my mom on Saturday and will come back Sunday afternoon. He’ll head back Sunday afternoon also but he’s got an almost five and a half hour drive, poor thing. He’ll be all pooped out and exhausted like.
{{Soapy}} - Now knock it off! No more drama in your life - I MEAN IT!!!
Great fun here. We had a major toad-soaker overnight that inundated the basement. The kids’ floor squishes. :eek: That means we have to take up the laminate (it’s already delaminating) and we’re replacing it with ceramic tile. That is, *I’m *replacing it with ceramic tile because **FCD **hurt his back and there ain’t no way he’ll be on his hands and knees for a job like this.
I think on Sat afternoon, SIL and I will take up the flooring and determine the extent of the soaking. Then we’ll figure out how much tile we need (thank goodness they still have it at Lowe’s), give it a week to dry out, then install it. I’ll have the kids mix the thinset and tote the tiles while I crawl around setting it all in place. They can grout.
Meanwhile, we’ve got 2 dehumidifiers running down there. SIL tried sucking water from between the boards with the wet-dry vac, but he really couldn’t get much.
I came home to a hairball/hork mess in the dining room - have I mentioned how much I love my carpet cleaner??
Supper is sketties. And it is temporarily sunny out, so there’s that. There’s a chance of rain overnight, and 40% chance of thunderboomers tomorrow and Saturday. *Enough already! *dammit. :mad:
And yes, I know my problems are petty compared to some here, and I’m not looking for sympathy. Just gotta get it outta my system. But you can send chocolate if you want to…
Change that to “She’ll” and it all comes out right. She probably already knows what you’re up to as she used to be a nun, so she’s got an inside line for that prayer stuff. 
Still waiting for UPS. I’m like a little kid impatiently waiting for Christmas to come. In this case, I’m waiting for my new camera lens. The new camera came yesterday since Amazon can pretty much just slide boxes down Interstate 80 from their Nevada distribution center and have them arrive in the Bay Area overnight. The lens is coming from New York, so it takes a little longer.
Oh for the love of…Universe, look! KNOCK IT THE HELL OFF. I mean it. Go pick on someone who deserves it for a while, like the people who designed Office 07.
I get to go home early tonight. Yay! I can go be in intestinal distress at home where I can be comfortable! (Working off last week’s lactose intolerance plus a sudden influx of fresh veggies in the diet. Fun fun fun.)
That has been your daily dose of TMI. Come to the MMP for all your TMI needs.
That’s awful, Soapy; both the crash and the targeting.
Does life not know that the MMP has spoken and there is to be a moratorium on crappy stuff happening in Soapy’s life?
And here I thought the UPS guy was cute, or something, gotti.
:eek: on the water in the basement, FCM.
Sorry about your crown, snowbunny.
And yay for the extra money, MamaT, but boo on the amount of time it takes to earn it.
Hope the post-thesis blues clear up soon, Spaz.
I’m home and considering going out to get a bit of gardening done.
Dinner tonight: peas.
Maybe a couple of baby tacos later on, too. But just now, I felt like eating peas.
Hugs to anyone I missed…
GT
An ex-nun gotti? Bet that was a hard habit to break. I crack me up!
Dindin was teh yum! I did six chicken thighs for the death chicken. I managed it just so we et til full and I have dindin for tomorrow night. I have come to the conclusion that thighs make the best death chicken. Hee! When ol’ y’all know who came into da cave he said, “It smells like death up in here!”
Why, yes, a weird sense of humor is one of the things that attracted us to each other. Why do you ask?
gt you shameless hussy! I was the good person because I refrained from makin’ the UPS delivery guy/gotti makin’s of a porno insinuation.
-swampbear (Abuser of the smilie)
So I’m sitting in the medical recliner yesterday, waiting patiently <snerk> to go into the OR, when I decided that I was sleepy. I asked VWife to lower the head because I couldn’t do it myself, and she did after fumbling around a little bit.
I decided that I didn’t like my butt where it was on the seat. I was sorta oozed down towards the footrest, and the joint between the seat and the back of the chair was about mid-back level on me. What do you do? Well, scoot up comes to mind, and I did… Sort of.
Whatever I did in scooting must have unlocked the recliner mechanism, and all of a sudden the back flops down so my head is lower than my feet, and I nearly come out of the chair backwards.
WHOA!!!
Three nurses hear the thump and me yelling and come running in to the room see me in my predicament, and have a hell of a time sitting me back up because they were laughing so hard. To make matters worse, one of them I know from the ER next door, and she’s a buddy of sorts. I’ll never hear the end of this one…
Bobbio… you made my day.
My job is complete. :D, and {{{}}}
Bow-chikka-bow-bow…
Eh. UPS guy has come and gone, having delivered one package and taken another.
I now have my new camera. Need to find something to shoot.