That’s horrible, MBG. What a sad year for all of you. Hugs.
Yay for a Meeks OP! I’ll put BioTigs on deck with rigs.
Hope you feel better soon, rigsy.
Abnormally awake again. Maybe I’ll get sleepy now…?
GT
Because I am stubborn, and because the $400 I would have spent on a new iPod and accessories could be put to better use, I decided to once more try to sync my (assumed dead) iPod. The “charging battery” icon appeared and I thought, okay at least it’s taking a charge. A few minutes later, the display lit up with the “do not disconnect” message indicating it was attempting to sync with iTunes. And guess what? it did! YAY! At least my Friday will have music! Yay! Yay!
In other news - have you ever played “I’m not touching you” with a cat? They don’t like it. I must now put a bandaid on my hand.
Mika, that video was HILARIOUS. Japanese game shows crack me up.
rigs, if only my professor were on the same wavelength as you. 
MBG, I’m so sorry to hear about that. Prayers for the friends and family.
I’ve been strumming Scottish Darling’s guitar for the past two hours now - she left it behind because she already has one at home. She named it Jefferson while she was here. :dubious: I’ve forgotten how fun it was to sing along to a guitar. Now my fingers are all sore, but it’s all good.
Morning, all!
TGIF!!
Where’s swampy? Was that interview at prison? Maybe he got locked up there? :eek:
**MBG **-- that’s just so terrible 
Everybody else – appropriate noises and whatever.
Still in the middle of coffee; not up to keeping up my well-earned notoriety from yesterday for lewdness yet I promise I’ll make up for it later 
Promises, promises.
Ack! Someone make me go to bed.
Morning all! Time for coffee and the truck. Laundry tonight(Such is my life).
Hope you get better soon, rigs.
Glad the iPod is working. Did you do a Dr. Frankenstein imitation: “IT’S ALIVE!”
Morning all! It’s been raining heavily since about 10pm yesterday and today we have floods. My journey to work was about three times the usual duration because of the water on the train lines. Luckily the train I’d aimed to get from home starts it’s journey from my local station, everything coming in from further up the line was either delayed or cancelled because of flooded parts of track.
The train was 10mins late leaving the station and then crawled through to Birmingham because all the signals had failed and the driver had to be talked through them all by the signalmen as they were juggling services to get everyone into New Street Station. When I got there, I had to take another train out to the university - I managed to find one that was running a few minutes late, got on that and heard that they were delayed because they were waiting for a driver. Where was he? Stuck on another train waiting to get into Brum!
By the time I got here, I was about 45mins later than usual. One of the main access roads onto campus has a dip in it and that was flooded, with a car floating in the water. My friend has emailed me to say that her building is flooded and they’re waiting for the Estates Dept to deliver sand bags as the water’s coming in under the front doors, and they need to put bags down there to stop any more water getting in.
Did I mention that we’re forecast heavy rain pretty much all weekend and into next week? The reason is obvious, it’s the Glastonbury Festival next week and you can be sure the heavens will open to water the campsite!
When Mom and Lilbro were here visiting me, she made several remarks along the lines of “oh, but you haven’t gained so much weight!”
She did it again when I was there in May.
FYI, I’m about the same weight or lower as when I came up in November. So I had no idea where the “so much” came from and it was truly getting on my nerves.
According to Lilbro, he found out the other day that she was expecting my weight history to match hers exactly. GOD NO!
Mom looks like Santa without the beard… please Jesus do not ever let me grow a belly like that, and if I’m ever on the way for a belly like that, give me the money to pay for a damn tummytuck.
Since she’s lately taken to blaming the belly (which didn’t really stay in place until she had Lilbro… she just never went totally down again) on surgery she had shortly after my birth, saying “well, my muscles here are just cut through, so there’s nothing to do” he pointed out that he reckons tonsillectomy (the only surgery I’ve ever had) takes place too far from the tummy to cause a belly.
Why isn’t it enough to have a daughter that looks like you, some mothers want to have their own clone instead?
You want me to force you? :eek:
Nava – I think your mom is hinting it’s time you got pregnant…
Happy Friday, everyone!
MBG - that is so sad. I’m so sorry for all involved.
Rigs, get better soon! I’m glad you like your job!
BooFae - I hate flooding. It flooded here last night, but not in my neighborhood, thankOg. They were telling about how they spent two years and millions of dollars fixing up the drainage system in this one part of town, and how last night it flooded worse than it ever had! The people were mightily pissed off.
Nava - why do some moms have to be that way…
Where the heck is Swampy???
Last night in between rainstorms we took Lucy and Ernie and Blaze out for a walk. We didn’t make it all the way around the block before we decided it was gonna come down hard again. We were in the house about 2 minutes when the downpour started. But it was so cool and dark and the lightning was beautiful!
Howdy Y’all! I’m here!
First things first…
StG glad the surgery went well. Here’s to a speedy recovery. Look at it this way, you got the surgery you needed and entertained as well. 
MBG this has been a rough year for you. Here’s hopin’ summer calms down a bit.
BioRosie yay for the iPod!
Rigs feel better.
Everyone else… hugs, kisses, awws, yays, boos etal…
SpecialOne thanks for takin’ the TMI heat off me for a bit. 
Now for other news…
The job interview was ummm… interestin’. Two and a half freakin’ hours worth of interestin’! I got there about twenty minutes early and get directed to a building where the interview was to take place. Well, that building’s AC decided to die which ain’t fun around here in summer, so I get sent to another building, only to the wrong place in that building. They figure that out after about fifteen minutes and I get taken to another place in that building. There I sit. I sit some more. I sit still more. I continue to sit. Thirty minutes later the person who is interviewing me shows up and we go into this office. She promptly leaves sayin’ she forgot sump’n and I sit for another good fifteen minutes and she comes back. The interview consists of her asking me to detail my qualifications, which I did quite well, thank you very much. After that, she goes on and on and on and on and on about that Job Corps and her experiences and all that jazz. This is followed by a tour of the place which is hyuuuuuuuge bein’ as it’s built on what was once an Air Force base in Albeeny. Miller Brewery, a diversion center (kind of a halfway house for people in prison), an industrial park, a public golf course and some other stuff are also a part of the old base, but I digress. So I see all the areas where students are housed, where students train, the administrative offices the whole thing. After that, I still have paperwork to fill out which took about thirty minutes cause I also had to listen to the standard spiel about background check and all that jazz. How’d it go? Well damned if I know. They seemed to like me but the people I dealt with were kinda screwy so who knows. We shall see.
Yesterday I also went to a little bday celebration which gave me this story. Ok, first a little backstory. This party was for a man who is a wonderful artist. Unlike FCM’s artiste booth buddy he is a for real talented artist. Matter of fact he’s retired from the local college where he was head of the art department for years. Fantistic painter and sculptor. Ok, so yesterday he turned eighty-four and his wife decided to throw this little soiree by inviting a bunch of the guys from church (that’s how I know 'em) plus some other guys, so about thirty people altogether. There were cars parked all along the street in the front of their house, which is an important detail for what’s about to come. Also, he’s had some health problems with his heart as of late so a couple times over the past few months EMTs, ambulances and so forth have been called to their home. He’s really well known here and their neighborhood is one of those places where everybody knows each other pretty well.
Ok, now for the story… At one point I stepped outside cause there were a lot of people in the house and I wanted a little air. So, I’m out front in their yard admiring a piece of sculpture when this car comes by and stops. They roll down a window and this man says to me, “Excuse me sir, but we were wondering, is Dr. Berry ok?” I assured them he was just fine and that we were celebrating his eighty-fourth birthday. They thanked me and drove on. So, I’m standing there kinda all 
that they would stop and ask me that when it dawned on me that what with all the cars all over, the fact that he’s had health problems and been hospitalized a few times as of late, and everybody around there knows ‘em so well that someone driving by and seein’ the cars might think… :eek: Then I got the giggles over it. So of course I just could not wait to get back inside and tell the story. Birthday boy got a big kick out of it. Ya know though, it’s kinda nice when you think about it. I mean they were genuinely concerned. Just good to know the neighbors care. Plus, remember, this is the southern USofA, so a bunch of cars parked outside a house means either party or somebody died.
Ok, off to be productive. Later Y’all!
OOOH… I know it’s been taken care of but I’ll do it anyways…
Mika has graciously stepped forward [sub]we’ll be polite and pretend we didn’t notice her stumble over that untied shoelace[/sub] to take charge of next week’s MMP.
All in favor say “AYE.”
AYE!!!
All those opposed, [del]get over it[/del] say “NAY.”
::CRICKETS::
The AYES have it. Mika shall be our hostess with the mostess!
Her Mom already hinted at that 12 years ago and with better reason. Actually, after SiL-my-GP mentioned she’d be adding a hormone study to the list of blood tests they took last month, Mom turned to me and said " well, there’s one way to avoid hormonal irregularities for several months, you know…"
CHRIST THAT WOMAN IS THE WHOLE REASON I’M NOT A MOTHER!
If she wants a pet she can buy a godamn… goldfish!
Apparently having children out of wedlock is unacceptable unless her grannyclock is ticking.
Yay! Swampy’s back! I can’t tell how the interview went either, and I read that whole thing. As for tripping, however, I have tripped over painted lines. I don’t need a shoelace.
Oh, and thanks for letting me do the MMP, Mama Tigs & Swampy.
MBG, your story bothered me all last night and all this morning. How sad.
Caffeinating. Will be back once my eyes pry open.
Sorry I haven’t been around much; beading is driving me nuts. I come in here, smoke a cigarette while reading, and go back to beading. After the 4th I should get some sort of break while I decide if I am ever going to do this again or not.
SIL got the tent yesterday so I am going over there today for a trial run at putting up the damned thing. Wish me luck.
Will you believe that the reason I’m about to blow a gauge isn’t Mom but the people at work?
The official instructions on how to do certain tasks don’t just not work… they’re a fairy tale written by mutants from Eta Centauri. And the “real” instructions I had? Apparently old email is deleted automatically :smack: I know how to use this program inside and out and sideways… but only the “normal” version, not the completely redone BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP these people have paid a fortune for!
Is there any company that needs people to work summers in the Poles? Internet connection would be a nice plus - working with grownups again is a must.
wishes good luck to assorted people
Here’s some pictures, which I’m going to go post in the turtles thread in a moment.
Gamra, the snapper. Not a very clear shot, sorry.
Red, Aka the little bastard, my red-eared slider
The only shot I could get of Picante at this time in the morning. To make up for it, here’s an older one. However, he’s much bigger than that now, and has lost a lot of the different colors, but his spots have gotten only more vibrant.
I thought so… So, she’s good and ready for a Bastard Grandchild? Or are you getting her a goldfish for her birthday?
ETA: Sorry about the problems at work…
Swampy – Well, after that interview, do you want it to have gone well? (well, you always want them to be interested in you, I guess, but you know what I mean)
rigs, get yourself to the doctor! Continuous fevers are a big, worrying problem.
StG, I’m glad you came through okay. Yeah, you really don’t want your surgery to be so interesting that everyone comes by to watch. Eek.
Haze, I hope you’ve gone to sleep by now.
It’s morning, it’s warm but not hot, and I am waiting to see if I throw up. I put up the little pics of the baby on my blog, it’s here at the latest post. I am too computer-dense to be able to link directly to the one post.
I’m considering buying one of those glass fishbowls and hurling it at her - when the cops show up I’ll claim it slipped
Like I said, Grandma already asked me for a bastard great-grandchild 12 years ago and with a better excuse, plus Grandma has never been any kind of religious:
“my Momma had me at 27. I had your Momma at 27. She had you at 27. You’ve got… uhm, with sevenmonthers and all… about four months to get preggers.”
“Ah, well, y’see, stallions are easy to find, but I find they tend to be dumb and unreliable - I’d rather get a father, if I’m having a child.”
“BAH! Men! What are they good for, except headaches?”
“Apparently, getting preggers? I hear they do good with sofas too.”
(Yes, she and Gramps celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary last month)
Yay pitchers of tinyninjachef!
Mika Picante has grown lots!
I need cookies. Back later.