We’re starting to load down the VunderCar for the safari, and we’ll be leaving by 1300. Our bid for the house is in: according to the agent, the house has shown a lot, but we’re the only ones interested enough to put in a signature and earnest $$$.
Don’ know if that means I should be pleased, or scared sh!tless…
:eek: 
Thanks all for the birthday wishes.
No worries about the pie, MGB , the dog goes crazy when he sees squirrels, 'possums, raccoons, or crows. He barks like a maniac and scares them all away.
Tomorrow night we’re going to see “The Three Muskateers” at one of the local playhouses. It should be fun.
Back to work…
Mustard yellow with grey flannelette sheep accents.
I’m not sure Eve would approve, stylewise.
HAPPY BIRFDAY, TATERS DEAR!!
li li, you could make baby crib fitted sheets. 
You can never have too many of those.
So my curiosity was piqued and I hunted down Dear Abby from yestidy. Now I see why everybody thought it was our favorite whiskeypalian.
Ellen I’m a little confused. Is this guy debunking the whole premise of The DaVinci Code, or is he supporting it?
Happy Birthday, Taters.
Ohh, I missed it! Happy Birthday Taters!
So, when I didn’t hear from the doctor’s office about my authorization by 11:30, I called, and the answering service told me they weren’t even in till noon today. So, I called at 12:30, and was told they were out to lunch. So I called the cat scan scheduling center to see if I could work with them, got transferred three times, and finally hung up. But then … my mom got here and called them. You do. Not. Mess. With my mom.
So, somebody’s supervisor is checking into it, and just called to say they’d call back in five minutes. My doctor’s office is still out to lunch.
What cracks me up is listening to my mom tell these people how much pain her “child” is in, and I’m sure they’re going to be surprised when they discover I’m thirty years old.
And now, the person I called in the first damn place has called back–and reiterated that there’s nothing she can do about the insurance authorization. She said she’d call back within half an hour, and if she doesn’t, I’m quite sure my mother is going to pack me off to the hospital.
insurance companies suck ass
you (or your employer) pays thru the nose for these premiums that are *supposed * to cover you, but 9 times out of 10, what you need isn’t covered, or only covered a percentage, and the doctors, who are supposed to be the one group of people all who are ailing can count on; doctors are blocked at every turn by insurance companies. and who are they to decide proper treatment?
**Drae ** - I’ve got fingers, toes, and eyes crossed for you (this last is making it difficult to type, but whattheheck)
Ack–you all need to stop being so busy and productive and interesting–I cannot keep up!
First: boot camp. I will live in a dorm for 10 days, whilst I undergo an intensive introduction to Library Science. (my husband asked me when curfew was. My husband is a funny guy). (hee). I have decided to just suck it up re roomies–because it is now dawning on me just how much I have to juggle. I need a laptop (not required, but that’s like saying pencils are needed)–what kind should I get? I am leaning towards a Mac, because MS seems to be so effed up, but I’ve only ever used MS.
I need to quit some committees at work–there are two that I sit on that I do nothing for. Those will have to go.
I still don’t know if my employer can give me the time off that I need, and if not, then I need to go agency (think substitute teacher type thing) for the duration–which kills health insurance for us (we will have to go on my husband’s plan, which is VERY expensive).
Kitchen and painting will just have to get done, stat. ALL of it done before I go to boot camp. I have spoken. Make it so.
Ok-nuff 'bout me.
Spats --1. it’s not “bat’s eyelashes”, it’s bats [her] eyelashes. Jeesh–you just got all edumacated and stuff.
What is the Red Dwarf (and by god, if you tell me it’s one phase of a star’s life cycle, I’ll come to RPI and slap you upside the head, boy!) and why is it good?
Drae -are you febrile? Nausea/vomitting? Did the doc check for rebound tenderness(he would have poked your abdomen near your belly button)? If you have all these things, you need to go in. If not, I’d wait for the CTscan (just to spare you a looong wait in ER etc). Keep in mind 2 things: I am not there to assess you and I am NOT a doctor. (please don’t sue me).
Taters --many happy returns of the day. And what is this Dear Abby letter all about?
anyrose -yay that your singing group is getting bigger.
I’m sure I left out people-sorry! I am off to lunch-yum!
**rigs ** - check out Apple’s Mac OSX Laptops - something for everyone
Or get a better price at MacMall. Their customer service is fantastic. I’ve been getting my “toys” from them for years
Rigs, Red Dwarf is a BBC show that they used to show on the PBS type channels. It’s a fairly old show, but it was a comedy that was based on a space ship or something, if I recall. It was funny then.
The Dear Abby letter is a letter that a few of us noticed in yesterday’s column. It was about telling another person who had written to go ahead and come out of the closet and perhaps join the Wiskeypalian church because they’re not so exclusionary and looking down at the nose type of people.
Drae, I hope you get this resolved real soon. And…if it takes your mother going all “lioness” on all those idjiots, let her. I had to do that for my son once at his doctor’s office. They NEVER, EVER messed up again. Them’s the rules:
YOU…DO…NOT…MESS…WITH…A…MOTHER’S…CHILD/CHILDREN.
You will rue the day that you take on a mom in full protective lioness mode.
I treated myself to a ritter sport dark chocolate bar from the shoppette today. I will munch on some of that after I finish my salad.
It was the signature that caught my attention (I read everything in our paper. Including the Ann Landers/Dear Abby columns.) It was from a Wiskeypalian from one of the towns that neighbor where swampbear and ACBG live. The advice given just sounded like some things that swampy has said here on the SDMB about his church.
OK, shame on me - I haven’t read any of today’s posts. But I just had to share this before I forgot. I received an email at my Hotmail account. The From and Subject lines are as follows:
GrantWritterPro You ticket to an education
Yeah, I’m gonna open that one! :rolleyes:
Back later when I’ve gotten caught up.
I just wanna say:
Happy Birthday, Taters!!!
You have way more willpower than I have.
Sean, the guy we’re having on is an evangelical theologian. I’m pretty confident
he’s not so much down with the ‘Jesus was married and had kids’ theory.
He was supposed to be on NPR this morning and he’s been on so many talk shows he says his head is spinning.
My personal view, and I’m a Catholic, is that it’s FICTION. A fun book with no impact on reality. The fact that Dan Brown says that blah-blah-blah is TRUE to me is like preceeding a ghost story with “this actually happened to someone my brother’s ex-girlfriend went to college with.” It has the delicious thrill of near-truth.
Anyway, having a tie-in with an international phenonenom on a locally produced show made my pathetic little existence as a publicist a teeny bit more bearable. At least today.
Well then good for you! Hope it lasts for more than just today.
Maybe you’re right. Maybe homemade burgers instead…
Happy Birthday, Taters!
I hope you get all fixed up, Drae.
sushi for dinner - mmmmmmmmmmmm
haven’t had that for a while. waiting to hear if we’ll be 2 or 4 for dinner - divorcing friend needs cheering up, so does currently unemployed friend. The 4th will probably be hates-his-family friend. What a great group we make.
Ok, off to the chiropractor, then to meet the wife and watch Game 1 of the annual Sox -bet- cubbies series.
It’s an ugly weekend at our house twice a year when they do this.
She being one of those cub fans and I being a fan of winning baseball without the hype and drama.
Whew - finally got all caught up.
Happy Taters Day!!!
Today was a waste at work. I wrapped up an assignment with my branch head - which is good because she’s been promoted and she’s headed to her new office next week. Then at noon, they took down our network to load some upgraded software. Because of that, they declared this afternoon “Training and Housekeeping Time.” We had to attend Prevention of Sexual Harrassment training (me for the 25th time, I think…) and do some internet training (those systems weren’t taken down - just the Classified network) so I did three of those silly courses.
The housekeeping part was supposed to involve going thru files and shredding unneeded classified documents. I didn’t even bother with that. I have very little paper. Virtually all of my work is on the network, and I’ve made it a habit to shred things as soon as I’m done with them. I did dust my cube a little. But for the most part, the day was a waste.
FCD called as he left work. Apparently in his area, it was Gorge on Beef Jerky day. Which means I won’t be making dinner. Maybe I’ll just make me some sketties or something easy. Especially since those love offerings of fine chocolates don’t seem to have made it to my doorstep.
No, that’s OK. Really. No big deal.
sigh