I’m kind of looking forward to crawling, because I figure then he can amuse himself a bit.
Of course, “amusing himself” probably means sticking fingers into electrical outlets.
Well, I’m at work, even if I’m not awake yet. Awakeness may not come today.
It took me well over three hours to get home last night–there was an electrical fire at one of the train stations on my way home, and the fire department shut down part of the red line. It was a nightmare. The station employees didn’t really know which stations were closed.
I ended up walking from South Station to Kendall (Here’s the map if you want to follow along – this is on the Red line. Subway | Schedules & Maps | MBTA). Before taking a bus to go one stop to Central, then switching to another bus to go one more stop to Harvard. Then, after waiting quite awhile, getting on the train (for one stop) to go to Porter (home).
Why didn’t I just walk all the way home? I asked myself that last night…but, it wouldn’t have been any faster–I don’t think. And I was quite exhausted. Ugh. Anyway, I got home, took a shower and then collapsed into bed with a book. I am now 118 pages into The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan. Only 700+ pages to go!! (and 13 more books of similar length in the series after this one, should I want to continue)
Anyway, I fell asleep pretty early, but I’m still totally exhausted today. Can I go back to bed? Pretty please with sugar on top?
I was wondering this myself.
FCM, don’t you two keep in touch, sorta, kinda, maybe?
It’s not too late to stop! Saaaaaaaaaaaaave yourself!!
Yawn. I don’t feel like I got a good night’s sleep for some reason. I’m usually up before nine, but The Guy sent me a text that woke me up at 9:30 asking if he could come over. I haven’t even had coffee yet!
The day looks deceptively nice. I opened the window for a second to discover it’s fucking freezing outside. Brr.
Run, mousie, ruuuuuuuuuuuuun! It’s the literary equivalent of a treadmill - sometime around Book 8 or so, you realise that you’ve been stuck reading the same story with minor variations over and over and over again, and yet you’re no closer to the end of the damn story.
Of course, by then you’ve invested so much time and effort that you keep on truckin’ because at some point it has to get better and finally start wrapping up the story. Or maybe not. It’s worse than Lost, I tell ya.
Okay, since I brought up the map again (Nava, I’ll move you, worry not 
) here is a list of kids who have posted to the MMP in the past month but are not included.
Submissions are voluntary and open for you all.
Did RJ ever finish the Wheel of Time series before he so inconsiderately up and died? I can’t remember what book I got up to - 13, maybe? :shrug: Oh well.
Off to forage in the kitchen for the makings of dinner. I wish I had remembered to defrost the chicken boobs, 'cause then I could have made Sour Cream Chicken Enchiladas! Nom nom nom - maybe tomorrow! 
beebs, I’m in Toronto. Plonk the marker slightly north of LiLi’s and you’ll be more or less on the mark.
Aw crap, LiLi was already in the map. Sorry.
Okay, beebs, here’s a link to Powell Butte Nature Park, which is near as dammit to my house. Portland, OR, that is!
VBob, may I just say “YUCKICKGROSSEWW!!11!!”? Thanks. BTW, we came home yesterday and found out that we have some kind of space warp shower leak that made it out to the dining area and shorted out the cable modem power supply. It smelled all hot plasticky but luckily didn’t burn anything. Also luckily the cat didn’t crawl under there and get electrocuted. Good times!
I’m cranky this morning because I had to call up a supplier before I even had any cawfee to find out where the hell my order is and they can’t find it. I told them I expect a call from the supervisor to explain themselves within the hour. They now have eleven minutes before I unleash the hounds on them. Grrr. Incompetent FUCKTARDS!!! :rolleyes: :smack:
LiLi, I think the correct term is “creeping.” “Oozing” is something completely different and I think we all agree that’s not something we want to see cute babies doing. Heh heh, CreepyGnat!
Nooner, innuendo noted–pbblth! 
Hugs, cheers, jeers, head pats and poor doggies to all and sundry–this place has been teh bizzy!
Time to go rip some lucky supervisor a brand new orifice! beebs, doggio, Nooner, I’ll let you know when it’s available–her name’s Nicki! d&r…
OK, who else went a looked themselves up just for kicks…
[The Jerk] The new phone books are here! [/TJ]
I’m not quoting so bear with me…
The weather here in February is decent enough on its own, so it will just be a different sort of gloat. Instead of gloating about being in mid-60s while the rest of you are shoveling snow and freezing, it will just be a warmer and sunnier gloat.
All joking aside, we’re not on the Queen Mary 2. No need for “FOD” meetings (Friends of Dorothy) on this trip - if there will be any semi-clandestine meetings, they’d be Friends of Republicans or something similar.
The ship is schedued to be in service on July 2, so our trip will definitely not be the first. I rooted around the line’s website, and the ship will be moving non-stop from July 2 until the day it sinks. (Let that be in March or later!) For the first month or so, it’s bopping around the Netherlands, where it’s being fitted out now. Presumably, it’s staying close to the shipyards in case anything needs attention. Then, a couple re-positioning cruises on to England, then to New York, and eventually down to Ft Lauderdale where it will be doing endless Caribbean tours.
It’s pretty crazy, actually. A typical day at home port is a wild turn and burn where one set of passengers leaves at 9 AM, the staterooms are cleaned and made up, the galleys and bars are re-provisioned, new passengers get on, and the ship leaves at around 5 PM.
As it is, I think our trip will be the ship’s third Caribbean run.
89 year old neighbors should not be allowed up on ladders. Yikes! I came in from messing around in my little gardens, sat down to check email and out of the corner of my eye I see him up on a ladder. Ran out there and offered to help him out. I know that he doesn’t act like 89 and is still mobile and everything, but it still freaked me out to see him out there up on a ladder! I helped him with his gutter and the ladder is put away.
Okay, so how do I add to the map? I can’t seem to figure it out.
Busy at work here, lots to learn and do, so not much time to read or post. Plus I’ve booked my driving test (June 7th!) and I still need to car shop. Impatient to see this car from foaf, her Dad is putting a new engine in it though (there was a knocking noise, he’s a mechanic basically he told both his daughters at the same time to go buy new cars cuz then the company can pay for it instead of me working on it lol). We’ll see if I get that one or find another car. But many of my evenings are taken up with practicing driving in anticipation.
Moooooom what do you put in meatloaf? It’s been ages since I had that and actually Mom’s wasn’t very good (meat, egg, a dash of worchestershire and crackers crumbled way too big… not much flavour and just not that tasty but I want to try a good one).
I’m pretty sure it is ‘ooze’. He’s the drooliest kid ever. And Gnat’s what Driving Husband calls him.
No, Robert Jordan didn’t finish the book. I read the first eight. Lord, they’re terrible. Mr. Lissar is still reading them, although he shouts, “That was stupid! Why did they do that?!” a lot. I think it’s self-torture. His brother thinks they’re wonderful, and great storytelling. BiL is normally pretty smart, with this weird area of mental lapse.
So run. Don’t read the damn things. Unless you really, really think you’ve been bad and need punishment. Even then, go kneel on some pebbles or something. :has terrible flashbacks to Jordan’s male/female characterisation and braid-tugging:
Just post a location, and I’ll plug you in. I don’t want street addresses, or even a town, just close enough to give you a region and I’ll put you somewhere close enough.
LiLi, crawling with an ooze trail? Try sprinkling salt on it, if you get a puddle of goo, it was a slug all along. 
beebs, I’m not on yer map or yer list! I live in Arkadelphia, AR. (and now I have turn-by-turn directions to swampy’s city.
I’m up for work, I still don’t know why I volunteered. I just want to sit at home and watch Good Eats on Youtube all day!
My room is slowly creeping toward mess-dom again. It’s things like my headphones that I don’t want to put up when I use them every other day, and the dirty clothes pile in the corner, because I don’t have a hamper, and the clean clothes being piled on top of this 3-drawer rolling cart because I don’t have a dresser. I need to look for a dresser. I used to have one before, but the bf replaced it with an armoire when I was gone for 2 months and couldn’t use the guest bedroom to put clothes in because we got a roommate. (You see, he had so many clothes that he filled up an entire closet, all 6 feet or whatever of it with clothes), so I presume he threw my dresser away. And before you even ask why I didn’t take the armoire, well, it was at least a foot taller than me, wouldn’t fit down the stairs and around all the tight corners and even if it would, it was too massive to budge. I would have had to disassemble, then reassemble it and I’m just not all about that. It was a particleboard special from Lowe’s anyway.
(sorry for the wall of text)
If you’re just starting out with making meatloaf, those Lawry’s seasoning packets for meatloaf are pretty decent. Just buy the appropriate amount of meat called for in the instructions, and off you go. Most stores have these things in the same area as gravy and taco seasoning, and they cost a couple bucks.
It won’t be great meatlof, but it will be pretty good and pretty hard to screw up if you don’t try to doctor it up with extra stuff.
He never finished. He was in the midst of the very last book (14?) when he died. It’s said that his wife who is also his editor knows what he was planning on doing with the story. A ghost writer has been carefully selected and hired for the task. I’ve heard that the book has a publication date, but I don’t remember when it is.
You all are not making me very optimistic about reading this book…but sooner or later I’m going to have to tell my Dad that I read it. (He only gave it to me a year and a half ago…I’ve been putting it off for awhile.)
That’s what I do for fun. Never seemed to hurt me…
It’s a nice day outside–the breeze is a tad chilly, but the sun in nice and toasty.
My life is again chaotic: #1 son has work after school, and then a camp counselor meeting at church. I have to go to the athletic’s banquet for Daughter because The Husband is in Bloomington IN for a training session. This means that #1 has to get a ride home and that #2 son will be home alone for about an hour.
Tomorrow morning, Daughter has to drive #1 son to school and make sure #2 son gets on the bus, because I have to work early. This is what life as a single parent would look like every day and lemme tell you–it ain’t looking pretty. Of course Daughter is not happy about having to get up early to do all this, to which I say, tough.
I watered and weeded a bit, escorted Daughter to the podiatrist (she needs orthotics) and now I plan on spending the day reading and loafing. I feel very guilty about this–I should be looking into a library job or at least doing some writing on my murder mystery (it doesn’t write itself, which I find puzzling). I do not feel so guilty that it stops me from doing this. The cat piss smell is better today, thank og.
I just read a funny, wry mystery by Richard Yancey, The Highly Effective Detective. Not your typical mystery, but a hoot to read.