I know a doc who’s 5’2", blonde, grey-eyed, petite, perky… and known to growl “I’m your surgeon. Honey” at patients who ask “so when’s the doctor coming, honey?”
SiL’s porcelain-doll cousin specializes in bone cancer surgery. She’s a mean one with a saw, I hear 
QD, this article shows you how to stick a circular needle in the row you’re ripping to, if you like that sort of thing. Personally in the absence of already having run a lifeline, I tend to rip with my stitches flapping in the wind. Call it living dangerously 
When you find an error like this, you should lock the database for a couple of hours, and put a big note on it saying something like “Doofus Abc made this mistake, and this is how it could have been avoided.” Training and publically mocking someone at the same time!
ok - now I am starting to worry about you. Would you have committed this indiscretion had you remained sober? You really need to be careful, not for the short long term result (which you apparently took care of), but the really long term result - your overall health.
Actually, I was very sober at the time, so… don’t really have an excuse, unfortunately.
I don’t know how many of you will remember That Guy from several weeks ago… Erm. Let’s just say things did not end where they should have. I didn’t want to talk about it because believe me, I am very ashamed of myself. I need several smacks upside the head. :smack:
Gah. Life is difficult.
Rigs, I HATE profs who change their syllabi in the middle of the semester. There’s a special place in hell reserved just for them.
haze **- as one who’s life is a series of indiscretions, I have to tell you, there’s no use smacking yourself upside the head. He shares every bit of responsibility for the continued behavior. Willpower is a tough thing to conquer, so is temptation and, uh ok…lust.
Maybe if you two can’t stay away from each other, it might take a serious look at the possibility that there’s a real ‘thing’ there?
Isn’t part of the problem that he already has a “thing” with someone else? If so, he needs to start deciding which bit of cake he wants to be eating. Gluttony, and all that…
Haze, you shouldn’t be blaming yourself entirely for what happened, yes it was partly your fault but it was also his. You need to have a really good think about what’s going on here and work out whether or not you can avoid him, or if you two are just going to end up having your “thing” again and again.
Yeah, that would be where the shame comes in. That Guy has a girlfriend of 3 years now.
The thing is, it’s not really possible for us to avoid each other - we have class together and we are part of the same social circle, which means one of us would have to disappear entirely in order for the avoiding thing to work.
That’s the question, I suppose. I don’t know how much of it’s real and how much of it is lust + the thrill of doing something wrong.
Argh. I’m sorry, guys - I didn’t mean to bog down the thread with my sordid affairs. 
To change the subject - today I’ll be going to a local community college and sitting in on a writing class to observe and take notes. Some of my friends have already done this - I think the most common reaction was surprise at the varying level of the students. One of my friends said that in the class he sat in on, no one knew that Britain was an island. :eek: Our instructor told us that the student level will vary wildly depending on the class, but I think a lot of us were caught off-guard at just how wildly it can vary.
Hey, come on, sordid affairs are what we live for here!
You ARE going to be shocked at the differences in the level of writing skill you’ll find. I see some of my daughter’s friends (undergrads) that can’t spell the days of the week, and others that are mini-Steinbecks.
Yebbut, we’ve got to have some kind of entertainment while Swampy’s not here to taunt us with his nekkid bacon frying exploits.
Absolutely right!
Just a drive by. Work busy. Tired. Up to late. Heros.
**Sean, ** I would just love to do as you suggest, but unfortunately, I cannot tell which doofus is entering the duplicates or various other boo-boos. There are three possible culprits, all of whom deny messing it up. I’m like uh, you guys are the ONLY users, so it has to be one of you.
The last time I cleaned it up, I tried telling my boss and their boss (who falls under my boss), that I was done cleaning it up and it was time for them to accept responsibility for maintaining their own database. I created it, I had cleaned it up twice, I’ve gone OVER AND OVER AND OVER with them how to maintain the database, how to enter the data, how to make sure they’re not going to enter a duplicate, etc. I really, really, really do not have time for it. My boss basically came back and told me that they can’t be trusted to maintain it, therefore, I’ll keep cleaning it up for them. So, let’s see, you can’t trust people to complete one of their SIMPLE job functions, you’re going to continue to pay them, and I have to clean up their messes. Trust me, I’m not a happy camper when it comes to this aspect of my job. It’s wrong, and frankly, insert whiny bit here, really unfair to me.
Ah well, until something better comes along, I’m in this job, so I have to make lemonade and all that.
I stayed home today with a massive migraine. I should have known it was coming on, my vision was all effed up last night. So, when I haven’t been puking, I’ve been trying to sleep it off. I’ll be heading back upstairs shortly, as I’m still feeling really, really badly. I just wanted to get out of the bed for a minute.
Haze, be careful, please. Someone is really going to be hurt here.
Maybe some toast will settle my stomach. I feel another upchuck session coming.
The cats are feeling better, but I’m not. I want to have my sinuses removed.
Glad to hear Tigs made it through the surgery.
Listening to the trials and tribulations a friend of mine is going through with her oldest son really makes me glad I don’t have kids. She’s mad because he didn’t make the “A” baseball team, when another kid who “isn’t as good” did. It sounds like she is more upset about it than he is. Poor kid. If I did have kids I hope I wouldn’t be a parent like that.
There is hockey tonight so that is A Good Thing.
The upchucks and, ah “other end” problems have now fully run though my entire family – “run” being the operative word. My eldest is home today with this plague. Yurk. It finally hit me this weekend, though mildly, thank the lord.
I’m sorry to hear how things are going with you Hazelnut! You’re such a beautiful young woman and have so much going for you. One of my sisters lives in Chicago and is just a little older than you, so I take a special interest in you! (Well, besides the fact that you’re a nice person all on your ownsome!) But, take care, proceed with caution. All us old farts here were once young like you and we do understand.
As some of you may remember, I work in public television and it’s almost annual fund-raiser time. Remember ME in your prayers, too. :rolleyes: 
Haze, we do come here for the entertainment so don’t feel bad about sharing the drama. But to echo others, please be careful. One of my former coworkers just emailed me to say she’s pregnant… and it’s a “surprise” baby. As in they were using birth control and oops. This is the 4th “oops” I’ve known of in ~2 years.
Don’t get me wrong, grad school’s the time for doing wild and crazy things - ah, I have some fond memories of one summer sharing a tiny little office with a guy with whom I had an uncontrollable mutual attraction - just be careful and make sure there aren’t any permanent consequences. Of the baby or the disease kind.
Well, it looks as though we at the VunderLair will be saying goodbye to Maddie the VunderDog. Not in the she’s sick and the vultures are circling manner, but rather we are thinking very hard about giving her up to the local French Bulldog Rescue for adoption.
She was fine when we lived in the apartment in Hampton, but the move to Mayberry and the addition of Loki the hyperactive Boxer has brought out several behavioral problems that we can no longer control. Between the phantom pooping, the urge to dart and run away, and her Tasmanian Devil episodes directed towards Loki and the two cats, we figure she’s be better off as a single pet with a doting parent, instead of trying to be a farm dog in a house full of critters.
It sucks, too, because when we did Boxer rescue, we personally fostered about 50 different dogs, and only 1 behavioral problem was untrainable.
We got her originally because we had a breed restriction in the apartment, and since Boxers and FBullies are very closely related, we figured they’d be of similar temperament. Little did we know how much unlike Boxers French Bullies are :smack:
Oh well. I hope she finds a granny to spoil her rotten. She deserves it.
In other news, I have a test tonight on the respiratory system with a practical exercise in my EMT class. Wish me luck.
How come I didn’t know this??? :smack: Oh, the agony it could have saved me in the past…
Home from work. Coughing is better if I don’t talk, which wasn’t a problem much today since I was in training - I just had to listen mostly. But I just got off the phone with FCD and I coughed myself to tears. Stoopit cold!
Last night about 11:30, I woke myself up, and didn’t want to wake my sweetie, so I came out to the family room and got comfy on the recliner. Both dogs joined me. I slept fitfully, but being more upright seemed to help. I may just go ahead and sleep on the recliner again tonight, because I really need an uninterrupted night’s sleep.
It’s in the 50s here, and my yard is a swamp (checks for wayward bears… ) I have to be careful where I step when I take the dogs out because some areas are squishier and slopier (single “p” is correct) and if I set my foot down wrong, I’d go sliding most ungracefully. I know this is a great way to recharge the aquifer, but unlike the sand in FL, it takes a bit longer for it to soak into the ground or dry up. And we’re due for more rain on Friday - swell…
Shrimps for supper, class tonight, tit-squishin’ next week. It don’t get much better than that, does it??
Hi honey, I’m home! Just a drive by before hockey(Glad you liked it, SCL). The dog hornked outside, but just the grass she ate. Weird.
bobbio, sorry about Maddy. At least you are trying to find her a home, and not just dumping her.
Be careful, Haze. And don’t worry about bringing us down, we can take it.
Hi puggy. Sleep. Buy pronouns. Post.
Hi folks! Just a quick hello, I’m afraid. I finally got all the changes made to the work I was assigned, and can have a breather for a sec.
I’m glad MamaTigs is ok! FCM, I hope you feel better soon. Coughing sucks.
I’ve been on the phone with various goverment officials, trying to get sonny-boy’s issues straightened out. I’ve already paid for the one bench warrant, so he won’t get arrested. Woo-hoo! That was only (ha!) $188.50. But I have tracked down the rest of the crap, and for 2 tickets for no insurance three years ago, he will - get this - owe $1560!!! Aggghhh!! Something about surcharges and some such BS. To reinstate his suspended license it will be another $100, plus SR-22 auto insurance. I’ve heard that can be expensive, too.
The joys of motherhood. Do they ever grow up? He’s been doing pretty well, but jeez… If I pay for this, he WILL pay me back.
Howdy Y’all from Mississippi! I is here in the beautiful Holiday Inn Express. Hey it has high speed internet that’s speedy and all, so it ain’t all bad. Plus it has a fridge so I can chill me some beerverages, one of which I quaff as I post.
I saw a tanker truck full of TMI today. That’s what it said on the side of the tanker… TMI. Heck, I got mine all natural and didn’t have to buy it off’n a tanker truck but I guess some folks do.
Taters, FCM, Snakes and anybody I missed, feel better. Haze we all do stupid when we’re younger, so don’t beat yourself up so much, but do be careful, ok? We likes ya and we worry.
Ok, off to read some of the lovely material left for my pleasure and enjoyment. Be back later.