Hey doggio, if you are going to the game tonight, come sit with me in 304 J seat 8. I’ll have 2 seats empty next to me.
:waves to everyone else:
Oh no you don’t kiddo. I appreciate the sympathy, I really do, and I appreciate how you’d like to help. But I hate consolation. I am a healer by nature. I love this place (MMP) because I can empathize, comfort, and sarcastically try to at least make you guys laugh.
I deal in denial, it ain’t healthy, but it’s how God made me. I prefer haiku requests to distract me rather than hugs. So make with the requests, and thank you as well.
Really.
Hugs to SCL. Thanks for coaxing her out of the woodwork, rosie and beebs.
Sounds like a good way to handle a brithday party for twins, SO.
I agree with SO and McUne , CutiePie. Sounds like you need to really finish grieving about the old relationship and then let go. Hugs.
Hugs to beebs as well (ETA: even if you don’t want them! :p). Your haikus are works of genius, by the way. 
Good on you for getting to the Y and not overdoing it, Taters!
I’m up and ready to start getting some errands done.
Back after a bit.
GT
And we’re back. After breakfast, **FCD ** volunteered to wash my car in the do-it-yerself carwash thingie. Unfortunately, he’s not very good at it, and it’s very evident on my car. However, he did get most of the salt off, so I’m going to the garage with a bucket of warm water and a soft rag, and I’m going to wipe down the car to get the last of the residue off. Then I’ll vacuum the carpets, and maybe even wash the insides of the windows. Then I’ll have a clean car. Yay.
I’m also thinking today may be clean-out-the-kitchen-cabinets-day. I’ll empty the cabinets one at a time, wipe the shelves, and get rid of anything I haven’t used since I loaded the cabinets 3 years ago. Sounds like a plan, yea?
Such is the impending excitement at FairyChatEstates! <scattering confetti with disinterested ennui>
Thanks. No time to cry but I’m doing better now. I sent him an email congratulating him and filling him in on my life too.
Hmmm… Ok, beebs. What about a Pie haiku or one about purple cows (maybe even with green spots).
FCM, feel free to come do my kitchen after.
Mr. Lissar has a cold. It’s vitamin c, tea, and praying that Nat and I don’t get it time.
GREEN SPOTTED COWS AND PUR-
PLE ONES [DEL]AND[/DEL] ARE EATING MY
PIE
(I my have formatted that one a bit wrong.)
Oh sure, LiLi, I’ll be right there. Because I *live * to do chores for other people. <snerk>
Hope ya’ll don’t mind if I stop by for a rant. I feel like such a horrible person! I am so frustrated with W! She acts as if Mr. SCL don’t have a thing to spend our income on but to buy things for her, and don’t have anything to do in our lives other than run errands and do her bidding. I was hoping it would calm down some now that she is 3.5 hours away, but apparently not. The latest? She wants us to buy her a hospital bed. Does she have any idea how much those things cost? And the list of needed items left on the answering machine…a hat, gloves, a coat, jogging suits…walking shoes? She can’t friggin’ walk!
Part of my frustration is because of the fact that this is partly her own fault. If she had gotten convention treatment when she was first diagnosed with breast cancer, there is a very good chance she would not be in the condition she finds herself in now. And she keeps repeating “I’m leaving everything I own to Mr. SCL” so often I want to shake her. She owns four acres of land with a house. Mortgaged. “Everything she owns” will be used to pay off her debts or pay for her care, leaving Mark nothing but a headache from dealing with it.
Her father is dead, her mother has senile dememtia and she has not been in contact with her brother since she managed to get away from his sexual abuse. I do care about W and actually do like her, but damnit I would like my husband back! Every day off he has had for the last couple of months has been devoted to trying to find a place for her or visiting her or going to Auburn to check on her house. W. has been married 3 or 4 times but none of them have lasted. Mr. SCL and his sisters are pretty much all she has. One of his sisters told me W has had a crush on Mr. SCL since they were children.
Oh well. Rant finished and I feel better. I know I am an awful person for feeling so resentful of a person with terminal cancer, but at least it will never show in real life. Venting on here is such a wonderful thing!
On a happier note - I got my brand spanking new insurance card and took it to pick up a refill on my Mirapex - usually $85. With insurance - $35! I am so happy!
Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!
P.S. Rosie - thanks for the message to stir me out of my sloth.
In more positive news, today is the 6th anniversary of when Hawkeyeop and I became a couple. So, I think we’re off to Chinatown later for some more or less authentic Chinese food. Having Chinese on our anniversary has become our tradition–it’s what we did on our first date.
Gah. I’ll say this once and you all can act shocked and think I’m nasty. The tyranny of the dying is a hellish thing. Bite your tongue, look for a used hospital bed or a leased one and try very hard not to show your frustration to your husband. If he’s as close as you say he is to her… well, he has enough on his plate. Soon, it will be over. Better for him to not have guilt afterwards, but you have this now. (sorry)
Today is the Day of the Refrigerator Death. I want a new one, The Husband insists on “getting a guy out here”. So, now we breathlessly await The Guy (coming at noon) to fix a 13 year old fridge that is the wrong color for our new(ish) kitchen. I know money is tight and all, but dang.
SCL, we are only human, and just because someone has cancer doesn’t mean they can’t be aggravating as all hell. Don’t feel bad! :: hugs ::
Mr Cheerio’s girlfriend just called - I thought the pair of them had run off to DC for the weekend, but apparently he left and she didn’t, so she wanted to hang out and stuff. There is something really interesting, I think, about the dynamic between a girl and her guyfriend’s girlfriends. I always feel cautious around them initially, like an animal trying to show that it doesn’t pose a threat. Heh.
McUne, do you mean panties in a drawer? You need at least enough to last you two or more weeks without doing the laundry, I say.
SCL, I have to share this with you. I don’t know if you remember, but in July of last year we were playing in a Mafia game and I said something in the thread about getting dumped. You emailed me and it made me feel better. But when you emailed me, you popped into my AOL buddy list, and everytime you sign on there is this wonderful singing “MEOOOOOOOW” that I love. I’ve left you on my buddy list even though I’ve never IM’ed you because it makes me smile when you sign on. I didn’t know you were going through a rough patch or I would have IM’ed you some hugs. So if you ever wanna talk or just chat about nothing, feel free.
PS: Sorry the Snakes are sucky. The Canes are like a box of chocolates. You never know which team you’re gonna get.
SCL, c’mon now, you know the MMP is a safe ranting haven. Sounds like W is a real piece of work, and I don’t think you’re out of line being ticked off at her. We know you’re not a meanie and we luvs ya!
For those keeping track of my chore score: cars DONE! I wiped the salt residue off the exterior of mine and vacuumed both. OK, so I didn’t do my windows. I’ve still got 2 days before I go back to work. However, I did, finally, clean the icing off the driver’s seat where someone dripped his cini-mini icing while driving to Florida in December and couldn’t be bothered to de-ice the upholstery. It’s damp now, but by the end of the day, all evidence of sugary ick should be gone.
The cabinets are beckoning. I wanna ignore them, but they really do need to be dusted and organized. Some are organized, others are pretty bad. In a few hours, all should be wunnerful. That’s the plan.
Off to play Susie Homemaker, tra la!
Fridge Guy is here. And we had a slight problem at the bank. No biggie, but enough to put TH in a bad mood. He is saying we don’t HAVE to go look for a new fridge today. I say it takes about a week for the appliance to be delivered, so the sooner we order it the better. He agrees, but then says, we don’t HAVE to do it today. This means he doesn’t WANT to do it today, which means I will be the one doing this.
Did I ever tell all of you that I have 4 children?
oh, god. Fridge guy says it’s most likely a bad control --which he can fix Monday. The new control will cost $150.
And now I’m supposed to wait around for him to show up on Monday? He’s here NOW-fix it now. :rolleyes:
Bangs head on desk repeatedly.
Gah. Up too early. Took Cuervo to his follow up with Doc Heather, Wife came with. Dropped off my tax stuff with Rudy the Tax Guy and am now resting and Doping.
Soo, I’ll have to get up off my butt, shower, see the Lovely Veronica for my massage, do some grocery shopping, come home to do some vacuuming, and get some paperwork/work stuff out of the way.
I bet just hearing about my exciting day tires you all out, huh?
Wallflower, Good answer! I don’t have that many!
Lunch I only wear one pair at a time. 
Now what kind of woman do you know wears two pairs of panties at once.
Haze, yes, I mean panties in a drawer.
I stumbled on a good sale yesterday and bought 14 pairs of panties. I went through my panty drawer this morning and after add those 14 pairs and tossing ones I don’t wear/don’t like, whatever, I now have almost 60 pairs of panies. I thought that was way too many.
{{{{SCL}}}}}
Panties are like toliet paper. There is no such thing as having too many. Plus you want to have a good selection for different occasions, yanno?
Speaking of which, I need to buy either thongs or those no-line panties if I’m going to wear my new dress pants - whenever I try on pants, I usually have to choose between wearing them slightly too big or slightly too small, but the salesguy (who was the most adorable and helpful guy ever) insisted that wearing pants too big for me, however slightly, did no favors for my ass. :dubious: I took his advice, but now it’s made me realize that most of my undies are not suited for tight-assed pants. I’ll probably need to buy a slip as well, if I don’t want the skirt all clinging to my hose. Gah. This is the problem with clothes - it leads to buying more clothes.
Good morning everyone. I’m up and caffienating. It turned into a very late night last night as we didn’t get home until nearly three.
It was really good to see our niece again. The last time we saw her was five years ago when she came down for a kidney transplant. She lives in Alaska.
I guess I don’t really have any plans today. Maybe I’ll try to work on cleaning up the house.
I just got a great big LOL!
eHarmony just matched me with that guy that dumped me last July! Bwahahahhaaaahahaaaaahaaahaaa!