We still love you and want you around even if you’re grumpy, Bumba.
I’m not wishing welby happy birthday until the big day. Admire my restraint.
I’m sorry to hear about your friend Bumba. I’m also sorry to hear that you’re having problems with your meds.
But…we still loves ya (in a pally-wally, platonic way), and wonder when we don’t hear from you.
To be honest, I’ve received some very not good news myself on the medical front. Not to do with me, but with my mother AND my MIL! Until I know more about both, I’m not going into it. Suffice it to say, that w/my mother it appears to be major, but I’m hoping tests will produce better news.
Happy Birthday welby! Even if it’s a day early!
It is SOOOO gorgeous out here. It’s the first really really really nice day of spring. Man, I wish I could go hang out on the RPI campus right now with spats. I always loved the first nice day when suddenly the campus is full of people after being deserted for months during the winter when it’s too cold to be outside. Ah well. At least I got to go out for a little while at lunch, and I’m going rollerblading this afternoon. Woo!
I need new wheels for my rollerblades though. I should really look into that soon since it’s definitely becoming rollerblade season.
HAPPY BIRFDAY, WELBY!!! AND MANY MOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRREEEEE!!
bumba, we do allow kvetching and whinging in here. You KNOW that. Mr. Anachi had problems with his meds at first, too. Couldn’t find a cholesterol med that wasn’t bad on his liver for a while. He just had his first really really good checkup last week and it’s been almost a year. I’m sorry about your friend.
It’s downright gorgeous here today. My other team flunkies and I had lunch outside today. It was very hard to come back inside to work.
liss, out of curiosity…how does one pronounce Foccacia?
Thank gods. I have called my doctor and left a message with the nurse requesting a call back. I said that the pain is not necessarily worse, but it’s certainly more frequent, and is this something I should be concerned about, or should I suck it up and go on with my life?
I am anxiously awaiting an answer now.
Happy Day-Before-Your-Birthday, welby! You don’t look a day over 40… of course, if you’re under 40, I prolly just insulted you, huh? Like I care. I’m getting to the stage of life where I can say anything, right? That’s the rule when you’re old, right??
Just back from the dentist, which inspired a poll in IMHO. Waiting for FCD to get home after phys therapy - last time he was way late, so we shall see how it goes today.
Bumba, darlin’, so sorry life is beatin’ up on you. Consider yourself hugged across the miles, with a platonic smooch on the cheek for good measure!
While so many are looking for good wishes, we found out earlier this week that our 12-y/o nephew has some serious eye problems, and he may be going blind. They’re doing tests and it’ll be a while before we know. Unfortunately, he was adopted from a Russian orphanage, so we don’t know anything about his family medical history. This is the nephew who’s supposed to spend 10 days with me this summer. Here’s hoping it’s not as bad as it could be.
And on a less low note, although I’m too lazy to scroll back to see who asked about the soup, it’s Navy bean soup, and it’s yummerrific! The only downside to this recipe is that it takes over 2 hours, so you have to plan enough time for it. I’m thinking it needs a side of cornbread…
Doctor called back … I get to go in again tonight. Three alien ultrasound probes in one week is totally not the best way to relax, you know?
Happy Birthday Welby
Rooooo, pretty colors, anybaby! And Happy Birthday Welby! See why I stole the other one?
I’m back home from work, only made it an hour before I knew I couldn’t make it through the rest of the day. I should be better by tomorrow because I’m going to have mashed per-taters made with chicken stock. This is almost as comforting as albondigas soup, but only half as fun to say. All boing! dee gaahz sooooop beats per-taters (though not our Taters).
Thanks for shoulders to snivel upon about my car. I got to thinking, and after rejecting the idea for wrapping it in about a metric poo-load of bubble wrap, I think it’s because I made the Evil Eye angry. See, I declared my car’s mascot to be a Lucky Heart because of this tattoo flash I like. Though probably not totally safe for work-- see the two little nekkid ladies half way down on the right? They make me laugh. I made a little heart charm to hang from the a/c vent.
Unfortunately I seem to have attracted the attention and now wrath of the Evil Eye for daring to have the temerity to just blab to the world how my car is lucky. It’s the only explanantion, right? So now I’m looking into getting me a Hamsa Hand and making do with a blue bead and an acorn till I can find a hand suitably powerful.
The research on lucky charms and jinxes and hoo doo has been fun. Did you know pigs are considered lucky in Germany?
Of course that wasn’t funny Winston! Some butterflies are poisonous! And did you know they sip the liquid from poo if there’s no convinient water source about? Ickle! You would feed your child a poisonous poo-eater?!
[sup]okay, I thought it was kinda funny, myself[/sup]
Swampy, I also would look forward to the meeting on that stuff. Then I would be disappointed 'cause it wouldn’t be anything they couldn’t have sent in a memo and the admin doesn’t even provide coffee anymore. Not even bad coffee.
Bumba, what you need is a good charm. Or get everybody together out in the back yard and release a pint of ladybugs like you can get at the gardening center. Bask in your new good luck and maybe add a couple beers, some hamburgers…
And on preview-- here’s many wishes there’ll be good news for your nephew FCM! Just that here’s here with a loving family and good medical resources will make a huge difference.
Thanks everybody. I’m really feeling a lot better. And, as some of you know, I’ve been posting a bit over at Skippy’s, so I am getting out. It’s just that the MMP is different ya know? I kinda feel like I need to be in a more sociable mood to post here, or sumpin’.
I think you’re right Ashes[sup]2[/sup], I need a charm. I think a perfect charm would be a $100.00 bill. Anybody wanna send me one? I just know I’d feel a lot more lucky iffen I had one of those.
You forgot to mention “if you’re going to send one, shhhhh! don’t tell anyone else and don’t post it here. Just surprise me.” that way you might get more than one 
Good luck with that Bumba. I’m still waiting for someone to pony up and send me a Laundry Fairy and a bottle of the energy that FCM seems to possess so much of!
Could I have a Laundry Fairy, too? And a kitchen that seals and self-cleans? I would like that.
Bread is finished. I’m planning dinner tonight. I think we’ll have roasted pepper, very old cheddar, grilled zuchinni sandwiches on foccacia with or without hummus. Wait. We made tzatziki yesterday, too. that would go well.
I’m going to do a sort of trifle with some dried apricots I poached and the last of the Costco strawberries. We’ll also have popcorn and some decadent ice cream. Sound good? In a few minutes I’ll grill some zuchinni. If they feel like picking up wine on the way home (Mr. Lissar is being met at the dojo, and they’re walking here together) that would be fine.
I got this from my dad, but when in a sit-down restaurant (and this is even more effective as the fanciness level increases) and the waitperson takes the plate off the table, I usually say “Oh thanks, now i have somewhere ot put my feet.”
My ex practically hid under the table the first time I busted out with that one. That is the intended response.
Apparently, Buffalo is in the hinterlands. I see no Trader Joe’seses near my location. Would you, say, settle for a stuffed moose?
Sorry to hear about the lemons, Bumba . I hear lemonade is good when the weather warms up.
You know, spring makes me LOVE college life. Sun dresses…blondes…boobs…the entire thing just smells like…like…victory…
Oops. Sorry. Hormonal overload. Damn Spring.
Oh! Even better. I do laundry. Just send it on ovah heah and I’ll do it.
just finger out a way to get it back
The webcast was ummm… interesting. Part way through it, the screen turned green and all the words started appearing backwards. I got scared. :eek: Thought my puter had got itself possessed! Then it got alright again. Then the person talking started talking reeeaaalll sllloooowww…then speededuprealfast…then got back all normal again. Weird! Interesting stuff though. I take it Loune did not partake of the festivities or he would have told all about that.
Bumba sorry about your friend and the med troubles. Hope everything works out soon. FCM hope everything goes ok for your nephew. Taters hope all goes well with your mom and MIL. Drae hope everything’s ok. Umm… if I missed anybody, hope everything gets ok there too.
I don’t know about a $100 bill, there, Bumba, but we might could send you a sawbuck or two for some Soapy Bear stuff.
That’s probably not what you really wanted though…
I did, actually. I saw a small part of it because the connection here at school is rather finisky. The words came across the screen…and it was all good…then it’d go silent and skip a paragraph or two. I DID, however, catch the little joke she said about the name of that program. Something like FARP. Arg, I made an effort to try and remember it, and I’ve miserably failed.
yeesh…swampbear…blondebear…soapy bear…
Are you guys franchising out or what??