Morning all. Caffeinating. I can barely keep my eyes open. I was up until 4 AM Saturday night, which is rare for me at the ripe old age of 31 (:rolleyes: ) so had its effect on me even last night.
I’ll be back once this coffee gets on the other side of my skin.
Great OP, Rosie! I never was in acting or anything either, just a wannabe. It sounds like y’all had great times, indeed. I’m not sure I heard anything about asshole, though. We need dirt, woman! 
Nothing special this weekend, just cleaning, laundry and cooking - the standard weekend stuff. Oh, turns out Mr Rebo doesn’t need surgery on his shoulder! Woo-hoo. They might want to give him a cortisone shot in his back for his sciatica, though. :eek: He’ll find out today.
I watched two movies this weekend. Talledega Nights, for my juvenile delinquent hubby. It was actually pretty funny in spots. And for me, I watched Sisterhood of the Trevaling Pants. Excellent movie! It was a five-kleenex chick flick. Yay!
Later, my peeps! (And welcome to the MMP, Queenie!)
I did not want to get up this morning. Which probably had something to do with not getting to bed 'til 2am. But we had a friend over 'til about 11:30, then I had to wrap up dinner, make mu lunch, and take a shower, then wait for my hair to dry. (I don’t use a blow dryer. It makes my hair poofy.) So when my alarm(s) went off this morning, I kept hitting snooze until Alarm #3 went off. (Yeah, I have triple-redundancy on my alarms. My two primaries – my cell phone and my PDA – are set in case I accidentally turn one off in my bleary-eyed attempt to stab the “snooze” button on the screen due to all of the writing looking a lot like Klingon. The third, placed far enough away from the bed that I have to get up to tend to it, is there both in case I end up turning both alarms off accidentally (it’s happened; Klingon is hard to read), and as a final, “Dude, stop hitting snooze and get the hell up” warning alarm. I know better than to try and snooze that one, because I know that if I kill that alarm and snooze, I’m gonna be late for work.
The weekend wasn’t particularly eventful, though we did take a few swipes at cleaning house a bit. We bought one of those Swiffer Wet Jet things, but we need fresh batteries 'cos the ones we had laying around were wheezing. Still, it works pretty well, though the floor really needs to be swept well before attempting to use it. Once it is though the thing traps a surprising amount of dirt and moisture. It’s kinda like mopping with a small diaper. (There’s your bizarre mental image for the day.)
I also made a big ol’ pot o’ my zucchini, sausage and rice. It’s essentially a pasta sauce with tomatoes, zucchini, onions, peppers, italian sausage, a bunch o’ various spices, and rice. It came out quite good, though a bit spicier than I’d anticipated. I got my buddy to try some last night; he has professed a disliking for zucchini, but I convinced him to try it anyway. He was impressed with my mad culinary skyllz after all. 
Rosie - Cool OP! I’ve alway thought murder mysteries would be kind of cool to participate in – though my acting abilities would be painful. I can do accents though! Just the same, it sounds like a lot of fun. The Asshole story sounds like it was well before my time here, but I have to say that in that picture, he looks like he’s trying to divine the secrets of dark matter from the stucco patterns on the ceiling while trying to pick a wedgie out of his butt.
BBBobbio - I’m going to assume that the sudden acquisition of a tiny feline menagerie is related to a rescue of sorts? Perhaps acquired from someone who couldn’t take care of them while you look for homes for the furry tykes? Because I can’t imagine you keeping 7 kitties. I have enough fun with just four.
Queenie - Yes, I’m afraid you are trapped here by a sense of propriety and fair play. I mean, leaving now, once you’ve posted and actively participated here (whether intentional or not) would just be … rude. And you’re not rude. Right? Plus, you’d offend the doorsqui-- uh, doorman. So relax. Have some pie. (You might as well after you made the effort to bring it.)
Mika - Don’t feel so bad. Once upon a time about five years ago (at the rip old age of 30) I could (and in fact had a long history of) stay up all night and all day the next day, should it prove necessary or even desirable. However, shortly after that my body up and say “Bugger it, I’ve had quite enough of that.” Now I can’t even stay up all night, never mind into the next day. Stoopit aging process. When I find the guy that signed me up for it…
BusDude - Our cats tend not to paw at faces when they want out of a closed door. They claw at the door. And pick at the carpet directly beneath it. They’ll even try and reach underneath, as though there was a latch just beyond and made just for kitties that will release the door latch. They only pick at faces when they want attention or food. And none of them ask for permission to get up on the bed. Rather, they tolerate us occupying their cushy sleeping quarters.
Cool, OP, rosie! Reminded me of the fun I had as a youngun when I was a member of the Summer Savoyards. I was a member of the stage crew. Kept me out of the bars.
My weekend was pretty dull. Just the usual errands and what not marred by the occasional rain storm. Nothing exciting to report.
Today I’m the only Coordinator on deck and one of the other teams needs a presentation in Keynote…which I’ve never used… I make no promises.
dotty, my appendages are all crossed that baby noor gets better real soon!
Oh, yeah, I was surfin’ the channels yesterday afternoon and found One Flew Over the Cukoo’s Nest not too far along so watched to the end. Amazing movie still stands up to the test of time. What a cast, too!
Tupug
Morning, all. Caffeinating. <yawn> Dogs snoring behind me. House quiet. Pronouns missing.
Cool op, Rosie! I’ve always admired those who can be that creative. Other than performing in one (really crappy) play in high school, I’ve never tried performance other than musical, and I greatly admire those who do more. Sounds like you guys had a lot of fun doing those mysteries, even though you are so murderous. :dubious:
I forgot to mention to all that Friday Papa Tigs discovered a surprise cash bonus in his paycheck! He still doesn’t know who awarded it to him or what it’s for, but we’re guessing it’s from the general for that videoconference set up for that wounded soldier’s sister’s high school graduation. Anyway, I’m very pleased for him – the money is nice, but the recognition is probably even nicer. Especially after he got dumped on so heavily and so repeatedly by his asshole boss when we lived in New Orleans; his ego has needed some boosting.
Welcome, Queenie! You know that once you become a Cool Kid™, just like Hotel California, you can never leave! Bwahahaha! Jambalaya sounds yummy; I’ll have to ask Papa Tigs to make it for dinner one night this week. He makes great jambalaya, too.
I think the puppies miss Alice. Especially since she’s off spoiling other people’s animals and not them. Good job, Miss Brandy, waking her up early! Hehehe.
I’ve got piles of work to finish today so had better get to them. After I feed the STARVING puppies. You’d think these poor things had never eaten a meal in their lives, to hear them tell. Stoopid dogs.
They’re not permanent; fostering them for the local animule shelter. VWife has a knack for fattenining up down-and-out puppies and kittens.
If she thought they were keepers, then it’d be time to take up trapshooting… :eek: 
Good morning, my darlings. I really need to get into the habit of going to bed before 12, seeing as I have to wake up at 7 nowadays. Coffee helps.
Wonderful MMP, rosie! Reminds me of when I was in 5th grade - our Discovery class did a murder mystery radio play about a girl who murders her sister in a jealous rage by pushing her off a waterfall. She ends up getting caught because she leaves a flake of nail polish at the scene. No, it didn’t make any sense, but it was fun.
Must figure out what I’m going to teach the unenlightened masses today.
Thanks. I can still do up to 2 AM with little or no effects the next day, so I guess that’s some comfort. But old age is better than the alternative, Mork darling.
I meant to say, rosie nice OP!
I forgot to add that I hope baby Noor gets all better soon, Dottie. At least you’re keeping her well hydrated, which is the most important thing – babies can survive appalling bouts of diarrhea as long as they remain properly hydrated, thank heaven. But you think her diapers are bad now? Wait till she’s a toddler.
Good morning all. Caffeinating. Great OP, Rosie. I did some acting as part of 6ht grade English class.
MBG, Lucretia knows how to open doors.
Welcomew Queenie!e Justw popa inn andt outb ase thee moodr strikes. It’s what all the Cool Kids[sup][sup]TM[/sup][/sup] do.
Haze, I’m sure you’ll think of something.
MamaTigs, it’s because you feed the poor, neglected things nothing but dog food.
BBBobio, hope no one was hurt in the car-b-que. 7 kittens? :eek: I don’t think my little old lady critters could handle the shock.
Dotty, hope Noor regularizes soon. She may be cheerful becasue she knows she doesn’t have to clean up the mess.
Good morning everyone! I’m up and at work. I was gone last week for two days and I’m caught up now, and it’s only 9. I start at 8. I wish I had a job that kept me busy.
Who knows what the day brings, and LOUNE, I think you passed your headache my way…take it back please.
I have a lot of catching up to do, it seems, since I didn’t log in for a while, lol.
For some reason, I feel that people need beer here…don’t know why, but since I was out running around this morning…<brings in two cases of cold beer> and chocolate cake bars for everyone.
rosie, that sounds like tons of fun. And everyone wouldn’t think you were a murderer if you’d just stop carrying that big, blood-spattered axe around all the time.
Up, waiting to see if I puke, then off to the laundromat. Exciting. Maybe I’ll have tea. Oh, I’ve started absentmindedly consuming chocolate bars. Normally I’ll buy one, and then it’ll last for weeks. Not happening now- I gobble them up fast. Weird.
My Wife completed the Triple ByPass bike ride for charity on Saturday.
I’m very proud of her. She is training for a full Iron Man.
What a long day. Started at 2am. I drove her to the start and she was in the saddle by 4:30am (the start is a bit of a drive away) She finished at 4:30pm.
I’m not worrying about her as much as I used to. But it’s a long day for both of us. As the ‘pit crew’ I spent about 6 hours driving, and about 6 hours of waiting. Always sure that something might have gone wrong. But it’s a well supported ride, so we really have nothing to worry about. Other than she really, really wanted to finish it.
Today, I have off of work. I’m waiting for an excavator for new driveway culverts. I may continue to stain the concrete in the addition, not sure.
Aren’t you supposed to figure that out before the term starts?
I had an interesting Saturday night on our trip. Can I get in line for a MMP op?
BioRosie that sounds like tons o’ fun! Just remember to bury the bodies deep enough. 
Good Mornin’ Y’all! I’m up and caffienatin’. I managed to stay up til one a.m. in my effort to adjust to bein’ a second shift type person. I have a feeling today shall prove interesting. I become a beer brewin’ bear for real!
Welcome QueenB and enipla! Hmmm… Queenie and eni sound right to me. eni that sounds like quite a home improvement project there. Do tell.
Dotty here’s hopin’ baby Noor gets over the poops real soon. Poor thing.
Rebo yay on Mr. Rebo not needin’ surgery. Those shots are painful but still beats surgery.
BBBobbio wow, a bbqed vehicle and a gaggle of kitties all in one weekend! How long before the critters get adopted out? Have you named 'em yet?
LiLi I think there’s a rule against pukin’ up chocolate.
Puggy One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest is one of my all time favorite movies. Now I want to see it again.
I need to get off’n my butt and organize here. I need to purtify and clean my ear plugs, safety goggles and my “bump” insert. That’s the plastic thingy that goes inside the cap. I’m meetin’ ACBG for lunch. We figure that’s about the only time we’ll be seein’ each other durin’ the week now 
so it shall become a ritual.
Later Y’all!
ETA: Sean I’m sure gt, keeper of MMPs to come, can schedule you for an OP. I know at least the next couple weeks are already spoken for.
gt, I’m very sorry, but I didn’t take my prenatals yesterday, because when I put the pill in my mouth, I started to heave. The problem isn’t that they make me feel like throwing up, it’s that they make me throw up, which is icky and counterproductive. So I get to puke, and the baby doesn’t get any vitamins anyway. It only stays down about one quarter of the time or less.
Have puked, and am drinking tea before laundry.
Great OP, rosie! I love theater; I am a walking tech crew all by myself. I can run a light or sound board, build and shift secenery, do special effects, and am a damned good stage manager. The only thing I can’t do it run the fly rail, and that is because I am desperately afraid of heights. Once during a production of Cinderella, the extension cord that connected the blue lights on the fly rail to electrical power somehow came unplugged - up at the rail. Being the “show must go on” gal I am, I put the cord in my teeth and swarmed up the ladder in time to get the lights back on for the end of act work. Then I carefully sat on the floor of the fly rail at the ladder and shook until the act was over and the fly chief was able to get behind me and walk me down the ladder. Good thing we had a 6’5" guy on the flies, isn’t it? Even though the ladder is caged most of the way down I just couldn’t make myself get back on it. The fly crew laughed at me.
Hi to Queenie and eni!
BBBobbio, go to PetsMart or your local feed n seed and get a big wire dog crate for the fuzzies. That is what I do when I am bottle-raising a litter, it keeps them from being underfoot and reduces the risk they will get into trouble. Make a litter box by lining a shallow box with duct tape and they will litter train themselves.
Gotta go take librarian friend to get her car - back later!
Cuervo’s a polite little booger, plus he doesn’t talk AT ALL, probably a remnant of all his rescued kitten problems. So the only way for him to tell me anything is to stand on my face, purr and hope I read his mind.
He’ll open the door to the basement, but the carpet on the bedroom door makes it kinda hard for him to pull the door open I think.
We had tentatively planned our Ren Faire Dopefest for the weekend of August 25th. Rosie asked if we could plan it later in the fall, and I didn’t think it was a bad idea at all, plus I suddenly have familial obligations on that weekend (his family - not mine). So just to let everyone know we’ll postpone it until it gets a little cooler. More updates to come in the future.
Every time I get to the bottom of the page and then hit refresh, there are 15 more posts! I can’t keep up!
Great OP. I’m not the theater type at all. I’ve never been in a play or musical or anything. I do like singing in choruses/choirs, but no acting for me.
Good weekend here. I took Friday off and did chores and ran errands. I had to take poor Lily to the vet. She’s got an ear infection again and she’s been losing weight. It wasn’t much fun for her. She knew I was up to something and went and hid under the middle of our queen-size bed. I couldn’t find a way to push her out, so I ended up crawling under there myself and pulling her out by her front legs. I felt bad, but she was so uncooperative! Then she got stuffed into the carrier, which she hates. Then the vet had to look in her ears and poke around - she really really hates having her ears touched, especially when they’re infected and sore. The vet thought she should clean out Lily’s ears too, so she squirted some sort of cleaner in there and then rubbed Lily’s ears for ~30 seconds. Yeah, that went over really well.
So then after all that torture, the vet wanted a blood sample to run tests to find out why she’s losing weight. They couldn’t get one from her neck because she was squirming so much so they got one from her leg. But legs bleed more so they had to wrap it in a bandage, which they told me I could take off when I got home. Well, I let Lily out of the carrier as soon as I got home, and she took off at a limping run down the hall, limping because the bandage was too tight. So I chased her into the closet and tried to hold her with one hand while trying to get the bandage off with the other. Ugh. So a bad day for Lily. Poor kitty.
But all the results from her blood tests were good. There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with her so we’re just going to watch her for a while. But we still have to give her ear drops for a week and take her back next Friday to have her ears rechecked. Yippee.
On Saturday we checked out the new Minnesota Trail at the zoo. Nice exhibit. The coyotes were playing when we got there, and we though “Cute! They’re playing with a stick… wait a minute… sticks aren’t floppy… That’s a snake!” They were having a blast throwing it in the air, letting it fall on the ground, picking it up and then repeat. Then they’d throw it up and it’d get stuck in a tree branch and they’d have to try to jump up to get it back down. It was just so funny, and they looked like they were having so much fun. We watched them for quite a while… until the poor beastie started to… well, come apart and we (I) got a bit squicked out. But still pretty funny.
Sunday we went to the arboretum with a friend and had a picnic. It was beautiful weather, and the flowers were all so nice. So that was good.
Now back to work. Woo.