I’ll bring the chocolate bars and graham crackers if I can have some marshmallows.
Oh, I’m not mad.
As a sometime student, I too join in disdaining the ones who think the librarians should do all their work for them. I did my own research. Imagine that. Sure I’d ask for help if I was having trouble finding a specific article or something, but the paper was always my responsibility.
MCUNE, I made a pot roast tonight as well. The carrots took forevah to cook through though.
MamaTigs and Snowbunny, Big hugs to you all.
Rigs AMEN!
I hate the pregnancy crying jags.
I hate the news.
I love my blankie being warm, and smelling laundry fresh. The new washer and dryer rocks!
I’m craving white powder Donettes, God those things are good.
Thanks, Mahna[sup]2[/sup], I feel better. He’s really blase about it unless he’s licking his foot and then he complains loudly–but does not stop licking. He’s a weirdo.
Go get 'em, Spaz, the little mofo’s deserve it! I detest those lazy moronios who can’t be arsed to do their own research and wibble around trying to get someone else to do it for them–a pox on them all, I say. I had similar (and quite vocal) opinions during some of my college English and technical writing classes when it came time for “peer editing” of rough drafts. I’d show up with double spaced, printed/typed papers which I hoped to get some actual editing and feedback on from my “peers.” I received in return pieces of notebook paper with pencil scribbled “notes” that might possibly appear able some day be turned into a paper if one were being charitable and squinted a bit. One such piece of paper measured 2 x 3 inches, I am not kidding. The “peer editing” I got mostly consisted of “wow, how did you do that, that’s great!” which, although ego boosting, did not actually assist me in improving my writing skills. After several less than comfortable dialogues with the instructors of these courses I worked out an arrangement which exempted me from attending any class period which was dedicated to “peer editing” on the grounds that I made the other students cry.
I have to say I think the USB preggo test is the coolest thing ever, but then again I must confess a shameless sluttery for any and all things USB. Besides, at eighteen bucks for twenty test strips alone, that is a stone deal. The LH testing is worth the price of admission for those who’re trying to get knocked up.
Speaking of which, hang in there No Tags, it gets better! The second trimester actually kinda rocks and almost makes up for the annoyances of the first and third. You feel like the ultimate Earth Goddess, the Titty Fairy has blessed you but the boobs don’t hurt or leak much, the sex drive is in full swing and you can actually still do something about it and you don’t puke or waddle. Ain’t biology grand?
Well, crap–never mind! The USB preggo test is an April Fool joke! Ha ha, got me, very funny. I guess I’ll be having rick rolls with my dinner, too. Teach me to believe anything on this date, as well as to look at anything with my CoolIris previewer rather than actually clicking on the link.
I r dum… :rolleyes:
The meatball recipe is here. We’re big fans of Manhattans at Chez Mahna, so I figured that we couldn’t go wrong with a recipe that uses the same combo as a cooking medium for meat (another one of our favourite things).
Turned out pretty good, though I decided to add a squirt of ketchup to the sauce at the end, because it was a tetch bitter from the mustard/Angostura combo. Plenty o’ leftovers for N.O.L. tomorrow (Not Our Lunch, that is… because I can’t afford to ship meatballs to Tel Aviv 
)
Rigs, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-MEN!
Beddie-byes for me. Someone thought it was a bright idea to schedule a train-the-trainer session for 7:30am. Sadly, this probably means that even if I do manage to figure out who was responsible for picking such an ungodly early start time, I’ll probably be too tired to smack them upside the head.
Yeah the first trimester sucks NoLabel (I cried from halfway through A Walk To Remember and for an hour afterwards during my first trimester, though I didn’t know I was pregnant at the time… it was horrid). It’ll get better though. 
Tried on the suit and shoes and all and it looks good together, so I guess I’m keeping the shoes. I’ll photog the outfit later.
Thanks for the explanation Eleanor. That makes sense now, I wouldn’t want to be cannibalizing a mumper either!!
Yes, the Husband is oh so excited about the boobage.
I start out at 44 DD, and end up needing a not so concealed weapon permit.
Sex drive got us in this mess, lets have fun with it while it lasts! Weee!
Here is a GREAT boob story:
After the birth of my second (his first) child, Jim was sitting across the room, making fun of leaky old me. It being close to feeding time, I whipped out the boob and shot a stream of milk right into his face.
What made it priceless though was the look of ‘horror’ on the baby’s face. (She was about six months old at this point.) Like she was shocked at my misuse of her food.
I fell for it, too. I didn’t look at the quantity–that might have clued me in. I mean, barring major fertility issues, how many people need an economy pack of urine pregnancy tests?
I am showered, hair washed, and ready for bed. Oh, lookee–it’s 9:10pm. Pathetic.
I cannot access Facebook–for 2 days now. Grrrrr. I miss scrabble.
The vermouth meatballs sound yummy. Oven/range thingy is now in the garage (yay for The Husband–see? I can be nice, dammit!). Handyman due at 0800. Car is at the mechanics. I think it’s the power steering. Very hard to turn now, and it moans like a dying moose when I do turn.
I have nothing of merit to say, so will clog the board needlessly.
No more news on the Grandma Tigs front – last I heard, she was in a room getting a transfusion and utterly in her glory calling everyone she knows to tell them about her troubles. :rolleyes: And probably using her Disaster Voice, too. She LOVES to use her Disaster Voice. I swear, when she calls me to tell me bad news, all she has to do is say my name and I know she’s in full Disaster Voice. It’s quite remarkable.
Although we have to worry about TigSis, too (Aunt TigSis to snowbunny, obviously) – she has Parkinson’s and is severely bipolar to boot, and in the chaos of getting GTigs to the hospital this morning, she didn’t get a chance to take her meds. :eek: Fortunately, she went home midday to take care of herself. I think snowbunny is ready to head to Seattle and take care of her aunt so she can take care of GTigs!
Families! Can’t live with 'em, can’t kill 'em (unless it can be done in such as a way as to not endanger one’s inheritance, obviously 
)!
Anyway, back to work. Now that the phone has actually stopped ringing for more than 5 minutes. It’s definitely been one of those days.
Can I admit that I forgot it was April fools and I didn’t realize it was a joke when I posted it?
Does that still count?
ETA: This one is good too
Amen rigs! And pass the marshmellows.
Oh, by the way, I saw Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day today. It was actually pretty cute. Pure fluff, but cute. Had tons of people in it that made me go OhLookIt’sThatGuy! (Julius Casear from Rome, Chuck from Pushing Daisies, Moaning Myrtle from *Harry Potter * . . .)
Why not? I’m having no troubles.
Also, what should I ask my Dad and Step-mom to bring back for me from the Bahamas? I don’t need more t-shirts, or random small stuffed animals.
What does “MMP” mean?
Monday Mornin’ Post Ragerdude.
We welcome all!
:waves:
I’m back from the hospital. I will need to do some major rearranging in my life. Can I have a brain replacement, please? This one’s defective.
I’m going to attempt to catch up and I’ll post again tomorrow.
Have them bring you a Boy Toy.
And I enraged and jealous that you can access Facebook and I can’t. Crap. Stoopit server–I hates it, I does.
I’m going to sulk for awhile then watch Daily Show.
If things keep going in crisis mode for too long, I really do think one of us is going to have to go look after TigSis. Let’s hope that things don’t and that we don’t!
A palm tree? I want a palm tree.
I keep telling them that (when they went to Hawaii and to Mexico) but they never do…