Bob, is shodan applicable to your martial art, too?
Peach cobbler sounds yummy. Shove some through the cd drive.
Best Friend just phoned for an hour and a half, and we had a lovely chat. I should probably start dinner (very elaborate- probably mac-n-cheese), but being in the kitchen scares me, due to nausea. I’m not sure I’m brave enough today to tidy in there. Just being around food is difficult. Whine.
Yeah, by default. My belt is in WTF Tae Kwon Do, whch is Korean, and Shodan/Chodan is Japanese, but a lot of people say it anyway.
I had this shot of me taken in late '05, sometime between sveltification in June and Thanksgiving, when I separted my shoulder. I was trying to resume training after being out of it many years, but my arthritis won. I now consider myself retired.
Me in my dobok.
And chunkier than I am now…
Late to the party today. Long work day - started early, ended late. Continuing crap at work is making me start to look around. Anyone looking to adopt?
Hee…BlackBeltBobbio - I like that. (Lucky for you it’s too many letters to type regularly.) Interesting story.
So, do we get to see the pic of tinyninjachef?
I need some peach cobbler too. Is there a delivery service?
Hugs to all I’ve missed…I might be back later, but I’m tired!
GT
Well, Nava, I’m still waiting on that cite! 
waves to HazelNut as well
But yeah, I’m in hound dog mode at the moment. It’s rather a pain to try and meet people when you’re asleep for the whole period that the sun is up, though. (Plus if you don’t dance, or are otherwise unwilling to go do any sort of social activity that you wouldn’t do of your own free will…) Ah well.
Peach cobbler is on the menu list for next week. Tonight, however, I made a carrot cake and cream cheese frosting. From a box. Nummy.
It’s almost 9:00 and hubby still isn’t home, poor guy. He had an extra long day. That means he gets to go in late tomorrow though. And will get to go home early-ish 'cause he is the last man in.
Gotta run - Top Chef is on! Woo-hoo!
Damn good story, Bob. I’ll promise to read more MMPs if you include more stories!
Today is Good News Wednesday!
My new glasses came in (early) and I picked them up, yay!
My car is done and I’m picking it up tomorrow, yay!
I had my followup with the endocrinologist and he confirmed my PCOS diagnosis, but I don’t have to do any more blood tests for him until after my surgery, yay! No needle-stickys!
I’m still hounding the condo board for proof of flood insurance for my mortgage company, boo. 
I got all my FMLA leave and STD payment forms filled out and picked up and just need to turn them in, yay!
The most amusing thing that almost happened to me today:
The day before my surgery, I have to take some antibiotics, drink a 10 oz bottle of magnesium citrate and take a fleet enema*. I stopped at the Jewel-Osco today to pick that all up, and they didn’t have one of the antibiotics, so they’re going to order it, get it in tomorrow and I’ll pick them all up then. I decided to pick up the other two items just so I wouldn’t forget.
On the way out, I’m asking my chauffeur-sister if there’s anything else we need to pick up, and we’re passing the dairy aisle, so I decide I need some cheese (I love cheese). And yogurt is on sale, so I buy her some yogurt (that and filling up her gas tank are in thanks for being my chauffeur this week).
We went through the self-checkout.
As we get to the car, I suddenly wonder out loud what a cashier’s thought would have been to someone buying magnesium citrate, an enema, cheese and yogurt.
And I missed it!
*My med-school-sister absolutely refused to help me with the enema. She is so mean!
Feel very, very lucky.
I came across references to people, women in particular, being K-strategy thinkers. I didn’t know what it meant, so I looked it up. In the course of reading about r/K Selection Theory, I came upon a story about a Russian peasant who, in the mid-to-late 1700s, gave birth to 69 children (67 of whom survived infancy). (hmmm I just checked that link, and since a couple days back that story has disappeared. Try this one, instead, about halfway down the page.)
I’ve never had kids, and my nether regions are wincing in sympathy!
They can pry my diploma out of my cold, dead hands!!
I already have a grade for the class, but it’s a provisional grade (B-). The Prof said he’d give me a pass/fail grade once I turned in something resembling a final paper. Since I am probably going to be applying to a PhD program sometime in the future, having a B- on my MA transcript is probably not a good idea. :smack:
Here’s me and my diploma: graduation | faeriehazel | Flickr
You can see my “real” name on it - the name that no one calls me, 'cept for my parents.
Got your email with your address, taxi; and I have some yarn that will be perfect for prayer shawls, so I will send it along with my favorite (and VERY easy) prayer shawl pattern in the next day or two. I’ve done a good job of clearing out the odd bits from my stash, thanks to freecycle and you, so one project soon will be to go through and make a record of everything I have. Otherwise I’ll forget about the perfect yarn for that particular project and go buy more. (Which also explains why I have duplicate copies of numerous books, when I either forgot I already owned it or misplaced it so replaced it, only to have the other copy immediately turn up, of course.)
The thunderstorms that hit DC passed just to the west of us, so Rusty didn’t get to get zombified on a Heavy Duty Pill two days in a row. Which is probably a good thing, since his eyes had just returned to normal – his muscles controlling his inner eyelids, which are very red, are the last thing he regains control over, so he looks really weird – I’ll get a photo next time we drug him into insensibility. Papa Tigs had to take some detours coming home because of minor flooding here and there, however.
And speaking of Papa Tigs, I can now talk about his really wonderful idea from last week and tell you the followup to it.
How Papa Tigs Came Up With A Way To Make A Whole Small Town Happy
A young Guardsman arrived from Iraq last week, minus both legs :(, and of course his parents rushed to his bedside. However, three days later his sister was graduating from high school back home in their small town in the Midwest, and the family really hated to miss it, obviously.
So Papa Tigs, who sits in far too many meetings and deals with telecommunications equipment as well as computers all day every day, put two and two together and came up with his Very Good Idea: How about hooking the family and the wounded soldier up to the daughter/sister’s graduation via videoconference?
It took a lot of work and coordination on the part of a whole bunch of people at both ends, but it came off very successfully. They connected up the graduation ceremony with portable videoconferencing equipment installed in the hospital room, so the young soldier and the parents were able to watch his sister walk up and get her diploma from his bedside. And it all went off without a hitch.
That was, needless to say, really cool; I was so proud of Papa Tigs when he told me what he’d thought of that I practically burst. He really, really cares about these kids, and it’s at times like this it shows!
And this is where the “making the whole town happy” part comes in. As a way of thanking the hospital, and again with much coordination and the generosity of an awful lot of families in Small Town USA, today the young soldier’s sister, along with her entire high school band and their principal, traveled 1600 miles to perform a concert at noon in the atrium of the hospital! Those kids and their families came up with the $$ and made all the arrangements to bring the whole band halfway across the country, in literally a week’s time.
Papa Tigs has seen the young soldier numerous times, of course, and he’s been in terrible pain, also of course. But today? He was in the atrium in a wheelchair, probably his first time out of his room since he arrived, and also for the first time since he arrived, he had a big smile on his face.
And so do I every time I think about it.
So every time you hear about how badly the wounded soldiers are treated, remember there are also people like Papa Tigs, the hospital commander who gave highest priority to this whole thing, the technician who spent his entire weekend getting things set up in the hospital room and making sure it all worked correctly, the visitors bureau people who arranged a last-minute band concert, and on and on and on, doing what they can to not only heal these wounded kids’ bodies but their hearts, too. And they do one damn fine job, if I do say so myself.
What cite? The only cite I can think of related to you is one on my dwarven ass…
It’s raining pretty solidly this morning - so guess who gets to go paddling round campus picking stuff up and dropping it off elsewhere? I think I need a cup of tea before I get started on that lovely little job.
In other news, there were beerverages last night. Very nice ones too. And today I got my duty list for the degree ceremonies, this time I’ve got two ceremonies scheduled and both times I’m doing procession and platform. That means I get to walk down the posh carpet, up the steps, across the stage and herd academics into the right seats. I’m looking forward to it already.
Well one could hope there’s more to a lady than an ass…
Anywaaaaays.
/flirtmode off
Caffeinated and off to work.
Hi all!
Didn’t really have much to say before, so it’s 2:30 PM and I’m just getting around to posting here.
**Haze **-- Yay on the diploma! (And the latest picture is as lovely as all the rest)
Mama Tiger (I’m too lazy for the tiger stripes today :o) – great story. That, and Rick’s donation Drive for RyJae have helped restore some belief in humanity for me.
That is all. Other than: **Swampy **and all other job seekers – I’ll still cross and uncross appendages as you need them 
Wow! Talk about racking up the karma points! Great Story!
It’s still cloudy yucky awful here - with a daily chance of t-storms.
Off to work - bleh.
BioTigs that story is just so jake! Tell PapaTigs we said he done good! And yay for the sis and smalltown USA for what they did to say thanks.
BBBobbio I spy a Bubba Keg [sup]TM[/sup] in that picture. I like my Bubba Keg[sup]TM[/sup] a lot. I can fill it up with drink of choice and sip on it all day at the pool. Besides, I get to say I have me a gen-yoo-wine Bubba Keg[sup]TM[/sup]!
Kat here’s hopin’ the surgery and recovery go well.
Yay for less pukin’ LiLi! I wanna see tinyninjachef too.
Yay for progress BioRosie!
Haze am I goin’ to have to motivate you about that paper, young lady? :dubious:
Speakin’ of motivate, I need to myself. Not that I have tons o’ stuff to do, I just need to get started. First is purtification. Next is printin’ off a copy of the job description for the job interview this afternoon, since they were nice enough to email it to me I might as well study up on it. Then it’s look into a couple jobs I think I might want to apply for but ain’t sure about yet.
Later Y’all!
Wow, MT, that’s awesome. Congratulations to PapaTigs! What a marvellous thing to do!
Look, people, it seriously isn’t very baby-shaped yet. Attacks HUsband brough over his scanner, so I might be able to put the images up, but honestly, it looks sort of like a packing peanut right now. Well, a cute packing peanut. Presumably it’ll be cuter in seven months. 
Waiting to throw up.
Lissa, paint little googly eyes on the ultrasound!
They are working on the Mobil across the street, and when I came in this morning there were a whole bunch of 21-28 YO hot young guys, shirts off in the heat, wearing those construction pants, standing around (and working.) Beautifully built and in the prime of health, muscles rippling and everything.
Nice eye candy first thing this morning.
This is not going well. Out of five calls so far, three of the numbers aren’t right and I got voice mail for the other two. Le Sigh! :rolleyes: And I can’t leave messages and am supposed to keep trying. This blows.
