We’ve been saying the same thing about our new office digs. It’s HUGE compared to our old office. 3 times as big. So the cafeteria is waaaaaaay far away. (However, that’s an improvement over our old building which didn’t have one at all!)
LiLi, I think I ended up with your insomnia last night. If you’d like it back, I’d be happy to return it. Or maybe we can pass it on. To someone deserving like Dotty’s boss. :rolleyes:
My church’s book club read The Faith Club and met last night to talk about it. They were fascinated that I talk to people in the Middle East online. Yup, teh interwebs are pretty neat.
[Slight TMI but much less than Mork’s] I’m really sick of this PMS thing. I’m all weepy and grouchy. And my self esteem’s shot to hell. I feel fat and stupid. Who the hell thought PMS was a good idea? How did this survive evolution? It’s certainly not adaptive when it makes one want to shoot one’s mate or oneself once a month! :mad: [/TMI]
[SIZE=1]Disclaimer: No, I’m not actually homicidal or suicidal. I’m just PMSing. I’ll be fine tomorrow.
VWife spent several years on Depo because ovulation stirred up her lupus each time, and I got spoiled. Then her gyno copped a 'tude and quit giving her the injections.
VWife is pure evil on a good day, and when she’s PMSing, she makes Hitler look like Ghandi. I swear I’m going to spend the appropriate part of July in a motel and let her spontaneously combust, instead of taking it out on me.
ETA: I’m probably the only guy around praying for menopause.
(Thinks seriously about whether she really wants to have three or four more kids. Maybe if Mr. Lissar gets up with them? Presuming the next ones will take a damn bottle?)
You know, this parenthood thing is doing wonders for the sale of hard cider in Canada. At least in our household. One of the baby books I read said one of the best post-baby suggestions she was given was Drink. More. Wine. Mahna, I vote for napping under your desk. Maybe read a book? Embroider skull and crossbones on little pillows?
Are we required to take mini-Dopefest pictures on Saturday, do you think?
Mork, the TMI was both nauseating and fascinating. rigs is right. You’re lucky not to have gotten a serious infection. Good story, though. Which reminds me of the infected-toe story from my BiL’s wedding. Have I mentioned recently how much I dislike his wife’s redneck family?
I seem to have shrunk (yay breastfeeding! It’s like dieting while eating chocolate and lard!) enough that my old jeans are now too small, so I’m going pants-shopping this morning. Wish me luck. I hate trying to find pants that fit.
Waiting for Grandkid and Grandpuppy to be dropped off for the day, shower drain is backed up almost completely yet plumber can’t come by until after noon, washing hair in the kitchen sink is teh suxxorz, not enuf cawfee in the WORLD to make this all seem okay, grumble grump…
May I suggest that Ferber book, again? It’s called Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Baby. I’d try that and the pediatrician before any sleep studies etc.
Am off to library soon with #2 son. While I do miss the older two, it has been very nice here w/o teen drama/activity/BS. I think that I’m 11 emotionally–#2 son is 10 and we get along fine.
I finished Your Movie Sucks by Ebert. Despite my wanting snark, I found the book depressing. All that money and talent and time–wasted on making crap films. <sigh>
Today we find out if TH still has a job. He revealed something else (yet again) that essentially made my hair float on top of my head. :eek:
All roads seem to lead to his boss, but I think the whole top team is gonna be axed. That includes him.
mamatigs, I just luurved WP! I was so mad when they took it away from us and made us use Word. You are so right about at least being able to turn off the coding. Word is for imbeciles who don’t have a clue how to format a document. I have to say, though, that I can now pretty much outwit Word if need be. Stoopit computer software.
li-li, I would say not to worry about how long Nat is sleeping. Each child is different and some don’t sleep through the night for a long time. Rumor has it my brother was two years old before he gave it up. Perhaps Nat’s just not ready for a “bed time” yet. Anyway, I’d talk it over with your pediatrician before looking into sleep disorders.
Mahna, if you do embroider little skull’n’bones pillows, can I get one?
Littlebro is visiting this week. Yesterday and today he was on an organized trip to Inverness via half a dozen touristy places. Today is Sheboss’ birthday and the team has organized a dinner, though, so I have to go or go. Don’t really wanna, basically because 9pm is too damn late for dinner given that I’m generaly eating at “british hours.” Hafta, though. I just wish people wouldn’t take up people’s personal time for things that are actually business. At least the restaurant has good food and waiters who wear my school’s kilt. I think it looks better on them than it did on me, specially those last two years when my hips had discovered I’m female but the skirt I had was from before I’d, ah, “developed.”
rigs appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed for TH. Hope everything turns out for the best.
Howdy Y’all! I’m home with some work to get done. I decided it’d just be easier to do it at da cave and then go back to da workplace with it all done so’s I can get any corrections that need doin’ and can get it all down to da home office for processing. It should only take me a couple hours to do it all. Right now Ima eat some N.O.L. cause I be hongry!
Sheboss and her roomie (another coworker) don’t know the difference between “having a telephone cable that goes into the house,” “having cable in the house” and “having a phone line.”
When I’ve informed them that in order to get DSL in their house, first they need to get the line ‘activated,’ not just a phone cable, they’ve blamed “this stupid country.” I’ve informed them that it’s got nothing to do with location, the problem is in the technology.
I know we don’t install networks, but hot damn, we’re in IT! Someone shoot me. Or them.
Always a nice idea; just make sure you’re drinking so much that the kid ends up getting mixed drinks when he nurses! :eek:
I learned to outfox Word, too, Pugs, when I was forced to use it. In fact, at one point I even put together a “cheat sheet” of keyboard shortcuts that my coworkers adored because it saved so much time mousing around through ridiculous menus. The folks in IT both loved and hated me; I’d only call them when something was seriously wrong – like an outage – and then I’d leave them alone to fix it, but when I called with a Word problem, it was something so obscure they’d often end up having to go to Microsoft to find out how to deal with it. I rather enjoyed that, in a perverse way. It’s nice not to have to deal with Word any more except when I want to, which is not very damn often these days.
I’ve been a good girl and worked hard all morning; so what’s my reward? They’re sending me the other day of the UNOS job because they couldn’t find another [del]sucker[/del] volunteer to do it. I’m not quite complaining; it pays very well and it’s easy and interesting. But when you get a room full of doctors together? They talk a lot. And they never, ever agree with each other. About anything. Oh well, it’s a living, right?
I’ve read Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child, and we’re still waiting for the advice to work. He has never, ever learned to put himself to sleep effiiciently. I’m a little cranky because Nat has slept for exactly one hour since 7 this morning, and has been crying for more than half an hour.
On the bright side, I’ve got two new pairs of pants.
LiLi, we will only take pictures if both of us don’t look completely sleep deprived - you from baby, and me from job-slash-visit-from-Mumsy-and-Sister-Dearest. I refuse to be photographed looking like a zombie.
Mork, I’m pretty sure that Teddy is getting soft in his old age. He’s really turning around some of the more draconian policies that have been floating around in previous years, not to mention spending whacks of cash on customer satisfaction initiatives.
Besides, Apple has a big say in the pricing when it comes to the iPhone, and if they could bully AT&T into similar pricing for the US launch… well, let’s just say that maybe this time it was Ted who did some bowing and scraping.
Nava, I don’t embroider, unfortunately… you’d have to settle for crochet pillows instead, once I learn to alternate colours in the middle of rows.
OK, time for lunch. Hangover is still here… guess it’s time for drastic measures (ie. drowning it with McDonald’s).
My nephew (who is a father himself now) never slept as a baby, his new baby is a difficult sleeper and my son (the recent Bar Mitzvah boy) slept exactly as you describe Nat.
He was just hardwired that way and it took until he was about 18 mos to get him to be able to really go down easily by himself, though it wasn’t always as hard as it was when he was a baby.
It does get better, but it takes time.
By the time he was three bedtime was no problem and now he still doesn’t sleep much, but he just hangs out in his room until he can.
Sometimes you just have work with what you’ve got and hold on for the ride.
I tried. I even tried Snoopy and Foxtrot. <heavy sigh of despair>
He says he doesn’t get Snoopy humor (what’s to get?–it’s not humor, it’s nihilism the Schulz way), and Calvin and Hobbes doesn’t “interest” him.
I repeat this to myself often: at least he’s reading. At least he’s reading.
Did you know that there are no Lexile scores for comic books? I emailed a query and that is the reply. Seems comic book publishers have to request to have their product “lexiled” and none have. The guy woudn’t even hazard a guess for me. :rolleyes:
He did read The Battle of the Labyrinth by Rick Riordan in 3 days (this is huge, folks. For #2 son to do that is like me turning down chocolate). But he won’t look at “if you liked that, you might like this” stuff at all. <another heavy sigh>
Did you ever just glance at the name of the poster (misreading it) and then wonder why they suddenly seemed so different?
Yeah, I just read** Muppet ** as **MamaTigs ** and it didn’t make too much sense. Also, I’d like to say that it is IMPERATIVE to take pictures at any and every mini-MMP fest that occurs. It’s like international law!!!
So, I’m home from RMH. And I’m very tired. I need to make some phone calls, but I suspect as soon as I start to do so that my mom will get home from work and the dogs will go crazy. Why, yes, I could move to another room where the dogs do not roam, but that would require too much energy.
How could I forget? I have two bits of good news. Minor: my ring is finally here today. As a matter of fact I’m wearing it right now. It’s cool, but a bit flashy. I’m not sure what I was thinking but I will wear it at least for awhile. I wasn’t real thrilled with the packaging, it came in a cushioned envelope, but that’s it. As a result, it was sort of squished out of shape and I had to re-bend it.
Major: I got accepted by the Summa Health System’s assistance program and I no longer have to pay any of my emergency room visit from earlier this year. As a matter of fact, they even sent me a refund check for what I had already paid!
In other news: I love TVMan! (Yeah, feeling mushy today, so what?)
My son went through Garfield books, Calvin & Hobbes books, and at one point he got into this series of books that for the life of me I can’t remember, but a new one would come out every few weeks and he would insist we haunt the stores that sold them. I am so grateful those days are done! Just let him read Garfield; hey, at least he’s reading!
Papa Tigs has a photo somewhere he took of me the first time he dragged me out of bed fairly early in the morning. Let’s just say that I’m surprised I didn’t break the camera lens with the glare that my eyes were emitting. He reminds me of it periodically. He still laughs at the look on my face. :rolleyes:
I’m so efficient - I’m making tomorrow’s supper today! Well, maybe not so much efficient as aware that stuffed cabbage is best the second day, so I’m gonna mix it up and pack the slow cooker crock today, then let it cook all day tomorrow for supper. Meanwhile, we’ll have weenies and slaw and chips tonight.
I slept about 7 hours last night - first time in ages! Had a really bizarro dream, too, involving, among other things, a very tall man who I was supposed to sleep with. I don’t know why, plus I’m not generally attracted to tall men - they make me feel too short. My spousal unit and 2 of my more serious past boyfriends were all in the 5’ 9-10" range. Anyway, I woke up before we did the deed, feeling very uneasy about the whole thing.
Hugs to everyone. I’m too discombobulated to remember what I wanted to say to whom. I suspect a serious ice cream defiency. Must remedy that post haste!!!
