I may be new to the MMP, but I am well aware of FCM and chocolate and Swampy and beer. 
And of course you deserve chocolate! I’m emailing you some right now. 
{{{Haze}}} Bummer. 
So I’m almost done with classes for the term. I just have one more hour of E&M tomorrow. My last Quantum Mechanics assignment is done, aside from the extra credit problem which I will get to as soon as I wrap up the last E&M assignment which I started last night, and I should be able to finish that today even though I have to play TA one last time and run the last lab for two students that were sick and couldn’t do it last week.
breathe
I love my life.
I just realized that if someone ever registers with the username Pun of the Day, I’m screwed.
So many predictable jokes about the poster’s name, and so little time. Coming up with a good MMP nick is gonna be tough…
Trouble Again --> TAg --> tag, you’re it.
She’s just good ol’ TA at Skip’s Place and the Umop Board. Ain’t that right TA? She’s an admirer of my suave, cooth sophistication also.
Haze I’m so sorry about your friend. It’s tough to deal with a death like that. When I was eighteen, a high school friend died by slipping off of a balcony and breaking his neck on a concrete deck beside a pool. He was on spring break from college (we went to different colleges). He made the first balcony diving attempt but not the second. Yes, he had been drinking at the time too. Just so sad.
The orientation thingy, well, went this morning. YAWN No I did not learn a thing. Do think the “teacher” has a pretty cushy job if that’s the majority of what she does.
Chicken 'n dumplin’s for supper tonight. With steamed broccoli. 'Twill be nummy. The chicken is cooling right now. In a little while I will shred it up. MMMMMM… chicken 'n dumplin’s!
haze, that’s awful. What a lousy way to leave…
It’s farking cold here in the Land of Bus today, 22 degrees amurkin, but it’s going to get warmer later - all the way up to 29. :rolleyes:
I offered to be a stopwatch guy at a girls track meet today at one of our high schools. I’ll go, but dammit, a couple athletic directors need to re-think if this meet needs to happen today or not, ya know?
(Note: just found out it’s an indoors meet. yay!)
BionicTigs - You are doing a LOT to discourage me from listening to the Bone Doc when she talks to me about that procedure. I’m kind of getting to like this more or less constant to hammering knee pain I live with now. It’s comforting. 
Some drama in Casa Bus yesterday. Not revolving around any of us directly - but a friend, no two friends of the Wife. H & G have been, um “carrying on” for a couple years now, I think even more. They used to be cow-workers, but are at different places now.
Anyhoo, this is only an interesting piece of news when you consider that while G is a nice single guy (in fact, lives right near our own haze - and BTW maa’m, he’s not a bad looking guy, makes a nice dollar, and as you’ll see very soon - is available), dear H is married with a 9 year old daughter.
Well, night before last, the husband sat her down, said he’d known all about this for a couple years now. He’s in the ‘issuing demands’ stage, where she has to quit her job, disassociate from all her friends (i.e. the Wife), etc…
All very messy. My take is that the guy’s known for longer than that, as these two haven’t even pretended to be discreet. I mean these two have traveled on vacation together, spent nights at his place or downtown - she always giving the husband some lame excuse that I told the Wife no one in his right mind would buy.
Husband is making all the noises about going to see a counselor, blah blah. From the tone of his demands, it sounds more to me like he’s making her more dependent on him cutting her off from her medium/large $$ job, and her support (friends) so that it’s easier to hammer her in a divorce.
I am, and have been since I heard word one of this a few years back, scrupulously NON-INVOLVED. NO advice, no support, but no condemnation either. Their lives, her family - feel free to screw it up without my help. But now - on the basis of the Wife telling H what I thought husband was up to, I have H writing and asking me for my ‘wisdom’.
I told her, she shoulda asked me that 3 years ago, I had some that might have made a difference then. Now all I can offer is “get thee a really good lawyer”.
Only in that idiot’s mind. She doesn’t understand that salaried employees don’t have to account for their time like that. And my boss just didn’t want to have this conversation with her again (because it happens more often than it should).
Anyway, I took a longer-than-normal lunch, and checked out the job fair at the convention center. The really interesting jobs would have taken me out of this region, and all the jobs they were pushing in this area were ones like the one I left three yeaqrs ago to work here. It is to sigh.
Always, Swampy, darlin’.
biotigs, any chance this pain could be related to the overly enthusiastic physical therapist? Seems like things ain’t been right since.
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Hello again all. Once again I have missed out on several MMPs in a row, I need to start keeping up better. Meli should be returning shortly as well, we worked out a compromise where she bought my ticket to the Vagina Monologues and I will pay for her membership here… once I remember to get around to it, hopefully I will get that done this weekend.
Sorry to hear about both of your friends Haze and SCL. {{{Haze - SCL}}}
And speaking of the war I just learned last night that my brother is going to be deploying much earlier than expected, sometime this fall. Cripes, he has been in the army for a little over a year now, so I am used to that, but the idea of him actually going over to fight a war has not yet sunk in.
Other than that life is pretty much status quo on the Cello front. I did get a chance to go back to Curious Books in Lansing again (first time in a used bookstore in at least three months) and I found three new essay collections by Tolstoy, Wilde, and Thoreau.
I really do need to get around to cleaning my apartment, it has been a few weeks and the kitchen is getting pretty bad. I’ve done the dishes but never really cleaned the counters and there is a stack of pizza boxes getting a little high.
I’m sure I could ramble on for a great deal longer but there is work that I suppose I should probably think about maybe doing.
Do you always wear your glasses in your pillow fortress? 
I trust that was a staged photo and not the way you normally sleep.
Well, I went to work today, although I didn’t really have anything to do. I emailed my new team lead to find out if I could start some research or training or something but I never heard back. So tomorrow, I’ll go to the bigger boss for some guidance. I hate to spend my day twiddling my various digits.
It’s cold here again - threats of snow tonight, too. I’ve got to gather my tools for class and dress warm since the studio at the college is a tad nippy. I think tonight I start throwing my 4 matching mugs. That will be fun, I hope. I’ve never really tried to throw matching pieces apart from the other day when I failed miserably. So we shall see.
Other than that, life is dull. I’m hungry - wonder if I can persuade my sweetie that we should go out to eat tonight??
I think I missed something. What are you being orientated for?
Only three days stay post-op? Whatever happened to being in a Circle bed for a week? All for the better, really. Hospitals are great places to get fixed, but lousy places to get better.
I’ve got a non-bionic knee that has been scoped, re-arranged and scraped out twice. I think I’m a noodge shorter on that side now. The wierd thing is that after the first operation, I was in PT for months, but after the second, I don’t recall much, if any, PT. Possibly because it was more of a cartilage trimming than any actual remodeling.
We’re attempting to have another go at dieting. The problem is DH - he has an absurd sweet tooth, and last night, was clamoring for chocolate ice cream. Last year, I dropped 20 pounds with South Beach, but he just doesn’t seem to grasp the “no carbs” angle. “But oranges are natural!” Sure they are, but they’ve got about three days’ allotment of simple sugars. Oy…
It’s sump’n I had to do cause of receiving unemployment. An hour and a half of listenin’ to stuff about the GDOL “Re-Employment Program.” YAWN
I’m hungry! The chicken 'n dumplin’s smell so good!
Well, after a trip to the doctor – and a nice look at lovely x-rays of my new Bionic Knee! – it’s official: the stupid therapist overdid it. I am decidedly not happy. I was ordered to cancel therapy for the rest of the week; I just called the therapist to let her know, and she was quite unapologetic. I’m re-thinking where I want to have my therapy done, obviously! And then they added to my pain meds so I won’t hurt so much. Because I’m definitely hurting more than I should be at this point, mostly due to the stupid swelling from the stupid over-enthusiastic therapist. MBG, don’t let my flare-up dissuade you from doing what needs to be done – I suspect that in a few weeks I’ll look back on this and wonder what all the fuss was about. While I’m out dancing on my new knee.
Papa Tigs is salaried, but he’s getting paid actual overtime for the 24+ hours of OT he put in this past weekend. That’s right, 24+ hours of OT in two days. :eek: I guess the government does things differently if they feel like it; they just make the rules, they don’t have to follow them!
Off to put my feet up and try to make the pain from those lovely x-ray positions go away. Man, they can find the most uncomfortable angles when you’re hurting, can’t they, though?
Wait! Wait! First go back just once and have a nice reflex kick to her behind. I’m sorry but this really gets my Grrrrr up. :mad:
Yeah, I remember the “skyview” in particular to be an awkward exercise in participatory radiography.
Pretty much everything else is “lay there, bend your leg and hold it” but skyviews are “sit up on the table, crouch down, get your leg bent just so, stare directly into the maw of the x-ray machine, hold the plate up against your knee, a bit to the left, HOLD IT!”
Uhhh… Can I get some lead sunglasses? :eek:
Hoo boy what a day. I wrote down the wrong scehdule, so I was 20 minutes late for work(Gee, I went almost a whole day without coffee). I am 3/4 of the way through ripping all my CDs to my computer. Gee, I’ll still have 24gig left, too.
Sorry about your friend, Haze
I hope the doc fixes your knee quick, BionicTigs A congresscritter admitting fault? How many martinis did he have? On preview, take a bat to the next therapy session.
Hey, TA! I’m a guy.
Al(Don’t call me Betty), A bachelor apartment isn’t dirty till vermin move into the pizza boxes.
FCM, I would love to just have one twiddling day.
rosie, you look cute in your fort. Of course you’d look cute anywhere.
I’m so tired. And so $%&#* frustrated with this new software we’re testing out. We’ve been working on implementing it for as long as I’ve been here. And the company has been bending over backwards to help us. (They need a client with a big name to use their software so they can tell other people “Hey, those guys use our software!”) Except that their software sucks, it’s not a heck of a lot better than a beta version and it’s looking more and more like we’re not going to use it. (Thank Og!) But… in the meantime I have to put in a good faith effort so that when we tell them we’re not going to use it we have legitimate and documented reasons why. Which I completely understand. But it sucks being the one who has to go through the motions.
Thank goodness it’s Happy Hour After Work Night. (Even if I don’t drink.)