Be sure to buy flame-retardant fabric for baby stuff if it’s clothing, LiLi! They make that specially for a reason! Especially sleepwear, obviously, and a newborn normally wears nothing but sleepwear. [/overprotectiveness]
Up caffienated and just breakfasted - scrambled egg on a slice of wholegrain toast. Tres yum!
And yes I did break my toe tripping over a kerb after mexican theme dinner night, a lot of tequila and dancing on the bar. I managed all that in heels then tripped up a kerb as I got out of the taxi back at the hotel. It didn’t hurt at the time but holy cow did it the next day! 
It was an attractive shade of purple as well
ems if one’s toe must be purple then it’s always best that it is an attractive shade of purple.
Rebo once again you affirm my belief that yore momma raised you right!
MBG a complete nutter is attracted to you. Run away! Run far away! Like BBBobbio said, them’s stalker words! :eek: However… if you ever feel the need to see what it’s like with another man… you know how to find me. 
What? Perhaps if you have another possible long distance stalker, it might take your mind off the one that’s close by.
Yays, boos, hugs, congrats, and awws as appropriate.
I’ve been a bizzy bear today. I cleaned bathrooms, dusted and vacced da cave and got the collards all cleaned up and ready to cook tomorrow. Now I’s tahred but I gotta go to work in a while. Purple pocket t and blue jeans today.
It’s 80 degrees Amurrkin outside. Even for here that’s weird warm for this time of year.
Later Y’all!
Do burp cloths have to be flame-retardent? I wasn’t planning on cleaning them in gasoline. I’m trying not to buy baby clothes until after the shower, since there’s some insane number of women coming, and at least a few of Mum’s friends have apparently gone berserk shopping. Mum has a bunch of friends who don’t have grandchildren
I came home, but I might wander off and pick up packaging for the chocolate and candy gifts for the weekend. Since it’s our Christmas with the Inlaws.
In a couple of years I’ve got to rediscover table manners, don’t I? If I want the kid to pick 'em up. How depressing.
MBG, your stalker is worrying. Stay as far away as possible.
MBG, congratulations on not having married her!
This looking for work stuff is hard work. Had two phone calls yesterday, three today. The first person who called me today (twice) spent a year in Barcelona as an Erasmus; she loves being able to call up clients and consultants from Spain because it lets her trot out her Spanish - made me think of Olives.
I have bad teeth thanks to Bistraciclina, a medication which was very popular for flu when I was a kid, until they realized it was bad for your bones. In my case, the damage has been relatively small: yellow teeth and more caries than would be considered normal. One of those caries was huge but for some reason the tooth hadn’t gotten capped. Part of the filling fell off over a year ago; it didn’t hurt or anything but I had to chew some sugar-free gum after brushing, because the hole was just too damn big for the toothbrush to reach in well. I finally was able to go to the dentist a couple weeks back; he said “cap” and took an X-ray to make sure there wasn’t active caries or damage to the jaw. Nothing, I’m clear - but I wasn’t able to go back until yesterday. He filed away a lot of tooth and filling (with a water jet, did you know they use water jets to cut marble too?) and took the mold. Tomorrow I have hairdresser (since I may be going back to the ranks of the lawfully employed in December) and on Thursday, I get the cap on. So much stuff to do, so little time! Oh wait. Time I have, what I don’t have is much of an interest in doing much right now… think I’m going to go and do some hibernation before I get another headhunter call, if y’all need me I’ll be in the Nava-cave.
MBG–she is dragging you into her crazy. Don’t stick your hand in the crazy. No response sounds good–DNFTT.
The vacuum broke again–I think the belt slipped off. Since it slipped off just as I was finishing, it will remain broken until after Thursday. I am done with errands and cleaning (for now), so here I am.
I called SIL and asked her not to bring the dogs. She agreed, but will bring them to her mom’s house (about a mile away) instead. How her mother feels about 2 strange dogs in her pale pink wall to wall carpeting (her whole house is pink except the masterbedroom which is blue) is not for me to say.
I’m tired in a weird way. Or maybe I just don’t want to keep cleaning.
Hah! That made me laugh out loud. Can I convince myself that he reminds me of a small green lizard with big eyes and talks in what could be an Aussie accent?
I guess I could try.
With That Guy, though, he hasn’t professed his love for me, or ever even hinted he’s going to leave his girlfriend. I’ve never expected him to, either. Or asked him to. We are good friends that can’t keep our hands off each other - and to be fair to him, it’s hard to say no when someone you’re attracted to winds herself around you and begs you to not to leave. Not excusing him, just saying both of us are but human. And right now, both of us are trying very hard to be good, believe it or not.
So. Many. Possible Comments!
MBG, stay away from the crazy! It sounds like she has serious issues. Any response would be a “good” one from her perspective.
I’ve been busy today. I’m preparing a presentation for a meeting first thing Monday, and my boss has changed her mind about the content, so I’m waiting for her to send me the new data. It’s going to be about 50+ slides, so I’d like to get started soon. At least I have everything else I need.
I’m going to be practically the only one in the office tomorrow. My boss said I could work from home if I wanted (yay!) but I agreed to be several people’s backup, so I’d better not (boo!). (I would, but there is one overly conscientious woman who wouldn’t take tomorrow off if I worked from home. I really *am * nice, dammit! Plus, I’m still the new girl.) I thought it would be quiet, but if I don’t get the data until this afternoon, I’m going to be busy. I’m hoping I can knock it out in a couple of hours.
**MBG **-- 27[sup]th[/sup]-ing the “ignore the Crazy” sentiment.
Nava, **Shadow **-- … and your pictures are… where? 
Whew - my back is aching but my disgustingly messy studio is lots cleaner. I still have to clean all the ware boards, but I ran out of space in my little dish drainer, so they’ll get done maybe tomorrow. And the kiln is loaded and programmed so that about 7-ish, all I have to do is go downstairs, turn on the fan, and hit start. And if all goes well, I’ll wake up to some nifty new stuff.
Bernie gave me an early warning of the UPS guy, so I was upstairs before he was even up the driveway. I found out it wasn’t the saw blade that required a signature - it was a pocket knife. Whatevah… **FCD ** called and said he felt like having steak for supper - I pulled some small ones out of the freezer and they’re thawing. I’ll cook up some N.O.T. and onions, and some green vegetable matter - that should make for a nice meal. All I need is the motivation.
I also need to walk down the driveway and get the mail. Sounds too much like work…
Just to prove that librarians are FUN:
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I like the mastodon one–and the “ups” one.
Back to the housecleaning. Blech.
One batch of oreo truffles dipped and in the freezer. I think I’ll only do the one batch today. I forgot how much of a pain it is to get them evenly covered in chocolate.
I should probably clean up all the messy bowls. (echoing rigs) Blech!
Nava, does ‘caries’ mean ‘cavities’?
Oh, no worries pals - I am NOT replying to this.
Weird thing is, when we were younger and dating - ok, she was married, but she was the cooler head between us, the logical, reasonable one.
Now, I’m fairly normal and she’s batshit.
She’s still way hot though.
Oh well, enough work for the day. I’m off to the gym, then to do my (YAY!!!) Thanksgiving grocery shopping!!!
Envy me.
Howdy. ::waves::
Busy here again. I’m choosing which of our customers will be offered a fine product via a pleasant phone conversationaka get bugged at dinner time by a #$&(@ telemarketer. It makes me feel so proud of the work I do. :rolleyes:
Is it bad that I enjoy the drama in other people’s lives? Please tell us more about all the crazies in your lives. It makes mine seem so calm by comparison.
HI EVERYONE!
This is neat. I have not read or participated in an MMP until now…I like the format.
Nothing more to say now, but I will surely be back…with pictures, so that I feel I have contributed to the theme (although I noticed that only lasted for a little while).
Bad day at work. Too much goddamn paperwork. Really bugged me today. Just in an all-around bad mood.
Irrationally angry with my mom because she can’t cook and it seems like everybody else’s mom/wife/sister/granny can. I oughta be used to it by now, right? Only thing Mom seems to be able to do is volunteer work and shopping. Like I said, Thanksgiving Dinner In a Box is pretty good, but it’s the principle of the thing.
One bright spot: I’m attempting to make my own Christmas decorations this year and will start tonight. Got lots of cool stuff: grapevine wreaths, fake cranberries, excellent ribbons. Yards of fake garland to be wound with little white lights. Also looking forward to a fresh tree this year. My fabulous fake tinsel tree finally bit the dust last year… too much tinsel gone! Hope I don’t miss my former and well-loved tacky Chritmases of years past!
Strangely enough, it seems to happen that way every single week.
Well, school is done for another day. We had a lot more hands-on today. Tore apart two and a half four-cycle engines – one horizontal and two verticals from 5HP to 15HP. (The half we’ll finish tearing down tomorrow.) So far it’s been very interesting. I’m picking up a lot, and that will help me do my job that much better.
We were fed pizza for lunch. It’s currently giving me lip, so I popped a Pepto Bismol tab, hopefully that should settle it down.
I caused a bit of a scene though. I went down to pick up something that dropped from my workbench, and upon getting up, pranged the back of my head but good on the corner of the fold-out leaf of my neighbour’s workbench. Bled pretty good, too. As I was sitting there, paper towel pressed against the wound, I began to feel faint. Then I felt even more faint. Then I was looking up at the teacher, and had to ask if he put me there or I fell, because I didn’t remember getting horizontal. I felt like an idiot though. The room was dead silent for several moments; all I could hear was the buzz of the overhead lighting, and I hate feeling like everyone’s staring at me. Once my consciousness had fully returned I just wanted to get back up and get on with it, but he insisted I rest for a few minutes. Then he helped me up (really, I could have done that part on my own) Then he got me a chair to sit in, which made me feel kinda silly. Afterwards, he looked at it and cleaned the wound (health & safety regulations and all) but it turned out to be just a small poke in the scalp; head wounds being what they are, it bled a lot more than you’d think just a small cut would.
But I’m feeling much better, now. [sub]Baaaarney goo-goo, with the goo-goo-gooey eyes…[/sub]
So, yeah. Eventful day. 
Hey, did everyone see my yuletide poem?
Okay. Gonna finish up the work day and go home. I’m definitely going to bed early tonight.
Want me to tell the story about my BiL’s wedding, and the guy with the infected toe again? And the fifteen-year-old chugging expensive champagne?
Because I can.
Someone motivate me to clean the fridge. I don’t feel like it.
Fabulous! Well done, sir. (maybe Santa could have been Cecil? just a thought)
Sorry about the head injury. Fainting is always embarrassing. (you know what, I find this new upgrade very annoying with it’s red “eyeliner” stuff–yuck. If I want to misspell a word, I WILL. Nyah. There. It underlined nyah. Bastards).
I was cancelled for work tomorrow–I may have to sell various body parts to pay for Christmas at this rate. What is the going rate for hookers now?–I never keep track.
Creaky–Whyn’t you cook (is so a word)? Or at least cook part of the meal-like a pie or the potatoes…just sayin’.