Flutterby, I’m married and I still don’t understand guys.
Now for a Kitteh Picture! No, I don’t have any kitties, but I was up visiting my parents over the weekend and while I was messing around with my camera Katie-Kat jumped up on my lap. Who was I to argue with taking her picture.
Haha, good pranks.
Although I think I’ll stick to one I always wanted to do: switch the bags of cereal in cereal boxes. Just wait for the look on one of your loved one’s face when he sees Cheerios coming out of the Lucky Charms box 
Mumper advice needed: I’m thinking about making a cake or some other goodies for Best Work Friend’s last day. But… she’s leaving tomorrow with only a day’s notice. She’s wrapping up what she’s been working on and doesn’t think it makes sense to stick around for 2 weeks when she’d either have to start something new and have no motivation to finish it or sit around with nothing to do. Seems more or less reasonable. But I don’t know if our boss is upset about her precipitous departure and if he’d be upset about a good-bye cake. Or if everyone else is going to be peeved about her leaving so suddenly. Do you think I should just avoid the whole thing and forget about it? Or, as a friend, be the one who does something nice to say good-bye?
Maybe I should say I don’t understand dating then. I know I’ll never understand guys (heck, I don’t always understand women and I am one…). Just… what’s with the missing him question? Seriously? I have a pretty full life, I barely have time to miss time alone sometimes, nevermind missing someone else.
There’s a few more really cute pics up on my blog, mostly of Nat and his godparents, plus two pictures of the godparent’s daughter piling toys on top of Aerin. The cats were astonished and alarmed to find out that there are babies that can scoot.
Do I want to wash dishes, or do I want to get Mr. Lissar to wash dishes? Whoever isn’t washing holds the baby.
Leftover mac’n’cheese and maybe pot roast sandwiches for dinner, yum!
I’m jealous of your lunch with FCM, Pugs.
TTDR (Too Tired, Didn’t Read…)
Just got back from 5 hours on the road – **SpecialTeen **went on a three-day school trip today (from Jerusalem), having already warned us yesterday that she’s a bit under the weather and may want to cut the trip short. I agreed I’d drive out to pick her up if she wants it.
Well, about 5 PM she calls that yes, she’d rather come home. So I drive about 120 miles each way (to around Safed, in the North) to pick her up
She’s OK – just not feeling that great the past few days; and she’s never been a spoiled kid or a “user” – she wouldn’t make me do all that driving if she didn’t really want to come home tonight. So I didn’t question her decision.
T’was a long day… And I’m going to sleep now!
I’d need to drop a lot of acid to judge drag queens… BBQ I’ll do for free. 
Hmmm… Hadn’t thought about acid… I’d have to mull that over - acid or whiskey to tolerate drag queens? Either way, I’d probably come across like Anthony Bourdain and just shred them verbally.
Benicia Martinez? You call yourself Benicia Martinez? That’s not a name, that’s a fugging bridge!
Where did you learn how to put on makeup? Home Depot?
I went to a Dr.'s apt. today. I’m a little peeved that they didn’t tell me over the phone that they don’t baby catch. They referred me to St. Joe. I’m more than a little peeved that there are NO baby catchers in this immediate area not affiliated with Southwestern Medical Clinic. I just never understood why I should spend so much money to be treated so badly.
So, April 11th I will go merrily to my first exam. My Dr. confirmed the pregnancy. I’d say after three, I know, but it’s what they’ve got to do. My first exam is supposed to be two hours long. I’m hoping my labor this time will be less than that! But generally it seems that I’m in good health, and with the location of the hospital, I’ll be closer when we move into the new house.
I didn’t know about the flour thing, I’m always the last to know. Anything else we’re short on that I should know about?
Oy, have I mentioned recently that our dogs are idiots? Papa Tigs took them to the school to play; Isaac went to greet another lab, and approached her in a challenging way (since he’s the lowest status dog of any pack he’s ever been anywhere near, but keeps thinking that if he growls at other dogs that’ll change), at which point she jumped on him. The two got separated, started playing happily together, and all seemed fine – till the other dog’s owner noticed blood dripping from Isaac’s jaw.
Fortunately, he also insisted, since it was his dog who’d done the biting, on Papa Tigs taking him to the vet to get cleaned up and that he’d pay the bill. I’m sure he prefers that to us reporting his dog for biting, not that we would since Isaac so stupidly asked for it (and the other dog is current on her shots).
But the bill nearly made us all faint. To clean up a single puncture and put ONE staple in it?
When did being a vet turn into highway robbery?
$249!!!
However, Papa Tigs called the other guy, and he wrote the check as they spoke. So all’s well that ends well. But will this convince Isaac that it’s not smart to challenge dogs he doesn’t know?
Yeah, right. :rolleyes: He’s just lucky he didn’t get bit for his troubles before this!
Stoopid dog…
Hi all, just checking in–too bummed out to chat. I live with an anger junkie and today has been gruelling. I won’t jump off a bridge or anything, but my heart hurts and I’m sad… I’d really rather be single right now.
Sorry to be such a bringdown… 
contemplating robbing the cradle right under MamaTigs’ nose
My doggie boyfriend is a moron.
It’s not actually snowing here, but it looks like it’s trying to. We got a little overnight last night. Spring my ass.
Meeowww! Are you thinkin’ no beard, short beard, goatee, what? I vote for some facial hair but then again I’m right partial to face hair.
taxi if you want to cake your co-worker I say go for it. Like anybody in any office anywhere ever turned down home baked goodies!
Since I was already home and all, I took some cubed steak outta da freezer and defrosted it. I made cubed steak and gravy, smashed N.O.T., field peas with snaps and biscuits for supper. A certain somebody is quite content with a full tummy right now. I’m good!
Flutter (we gotta work on a nickname folks) the answer to that is, “now, who are you again?” Or, “yeah I did miss. My aim’s been a little off lately.”
Poor Isaac. Yeah, he’s an idiot but still, poor Isaac.
A flour shortage? Whoda thunk!
Um, it says here in the Merck manual that confirmation of pregnancy is delivery of a fetus(either living or dead). Yes, those docs are wiley bastards, no? But then think of women like Mary Stuart (Bloody Mary–the one with the hysterical pregnancy) and you can kinda see why docs want a bit more proof. Of course, my Merck manual predates the routine use of ultrasound…
I am done with my homework. #1 son is home and looks 10 pounds lighter. The Husband is not home yet. #2 son has “tons of homework, Mom”-ah, 4th grade.
Daughter is dancing all over the house, screaming with happiness because her best friend got into Harvard! Life is pretty normal here.
SmartAleq–you didn’t bring the MMP down. No worries–dump your stuff about the anger junkie here. It may help. Heck, I dump stuff re The Husband sometimes–I’m tired of his bad 'tude toward #1 son. It’s nothing anyone here can help with, but sometimes you just gotta spout off. I’m sorry you have to go through it.
LiLi, babies who can scoot are the very bane of a cat’s existence. Just wait until your cats figure out that at some point they learn to RUN.
Mine are still angry over that time a friend came over with her six- and seven-year-old girls, who made very loud squealy sounds and petted them enthusiastically until they were forced to hide under the bed. 'Twas most traumatic for the kittehs, I tell you.
Gnat is adorableness personified.
There were many babies on Saturday night (that crowd is slightly older than us, so most of them have spawned). I kept trying to convince them that we should pit the babies against one another in a cage match, but there were no takers. Which is too bad, because one of the six-month-olds has one hell of a grip, and has a couple of fledgeling teeth that would’ve given him that extra advantage as the rest are still toothless.
No one was all that interested in baby races either. Hmph. Parenthood just sucks the fun out of these things.
The Boy is being all domestic and making me Saag Chicken for supper. Mmmmm. Then he’s going to do the dishes, because he’s awesome like that.
Actually, I mentioned that factoid to Puggy, because the restaurant we went to kinda reminded me of the one where you and I and **lieu ** and I can’t recall who else met - where you order at the counter, then head to a table. And it was a lovely lunch, and my kid was mostly bored because she’s a spoilt little brat who thinks the world should revolve around her little Bridezilla self. 
We did have a photo taken, but I don’t have the software or cable to download from my camera, so you’ll have to wait till I get home this weekend. Think how the anticipation will heighten the pleasure when you finally see it!
After eating, we (minus Puggy) toured the venue (it’s so nice) then went to Party City and bought table covers and serving pieces and a cake topper and other stuff I can’t recall. We ordered the cake before lunch, so all in all, it was a productive day. Oh, and I got to see her dress and we worked up a to-do list for decorating the hall. So it’s moving right along.
I’m home alone now. The kids went out to eat with a bunch of friends and I’m just beat. I got barely more than 6 hours sleep last night and I’m planning to crash early tonight. Right now, I’m bonding with Miss Cleo, my daughter’s fat tortie. And that’s good, because I’ll be the one introducing her to my house and her cousin critters.
All in all a good day. Happy Monday!!!
I spent an hour and a half of Archivin’ work time in the stacks chatting up the male GA again. This one’s not married.* He is, however, leaving at the end of the semester. We shall see if there is any progress to be made.
(*The other male GA is Movie Night Host who I also spend hours talking to in the back. He is married, though, and his wife and kids are very nice folks.)
I guess tomorrow I will NOT be reading SDMB. :dubious:
Actually Miss Cleo is their niece, bein’ as TPC is the mother and Bernie, Scruffy and ummm… WhasisCat’sName are your children also. Thus you are Miss Cleo’s grandmother.
Hmmmmm… Spaz is spendin’ time at work chattin’ up men from GA.
How you doin’?
