“You pepples, you got over there and get in folks’ shoes. Dirt, your job is to track all over people’s homes. Soil, you get the best job - you grow weeds”
Yeah, there are many pros and cons involved with the camping trip. However, should the air mattress prove to be not enough help, I can always go back to my friend’s house and sleep there, albeit totally by myself (as she and her whole family will be camping). The possible-but-not-certain drama is not the only reason to go, of course–missing this camping trip is like missing Thanksgiving to our crew. I have gifts to hand out from Amsterdam, and I’ve just discovered somebody I haven’t seen in ten years will be there, and is very much looking forward to seeing me. I’m going to see how I feel when the time comes. I really want to go, but if I don’t think I can make it, I’ll just have to cope. Of course, if I stay home, I’ll have no one to talk to (because all my closest friends will have gone without me) and I’ll probably just sit and cry on the couch because painkillers tend to make me weepy. I think I might prefer the possible pain of the trip to being so horrendously pitiable. 
Drae -think of the cold damp on your hurtin’ hiney. agh.
Hello to all, sorry for all those who are sick, are getting sick, and who basically feel like shit for whatever reason.
I am off to the library to be a page. Last time I worked, a Pet Peeve happened there. Now, you all know that the library=heaven to me, so I was perturbed to hear this there.
I was looking at my cart, and pre-sorting so as to shelve more efficiently when an cow-orker approached me. Maintainine eye contact with me the whole time, she strode right up to me saying, repeatedly, “smile. smile. Smile!”
I hate that. Say hello or f*** you or how’s the weather or whatever. The minute you tell me to smile is the minute I don’t or wont’ or can’t. What the hell is it with people? Why does this behavior exist?
So, I look at her, nicely and say, “good morning.”
she replies with, “are you ok?”
I look confused at her and say “am I ok?”
She says, “you’re not smiling.”
gaaaaahhhh. I hate that. What is her problem? Do I need to smile all the while?
Please someone explain this to me. Bugs the heck outta me.
Hey everyone. My internet was crap yesterday, so I couldn’t make it in. (I guess that’s the internet equivalent of being snowed in?) I had my first class yesterday, it went well, and in half an hour I have my second, so I have to get going. Here are the two puns I owe you though. I promise I’ll read through everything after my class - it’s the only one today.
runs off
When I don’t smile, I look alternately very, very sad, or very, very pissed. My face in relaxation, I have been told, is the same face I made when my kitten died twenty years ago. So I try to smile at people just so they know I’m not on the verge of keening and crying and rending my clothes in melancholy.
Although that would probably get me out of work … I might try it.
Time to get your sheet together, Rigs?
Whyinhell do you have to smile is you’re shelving books? That isn’t normally a cheerful activity. I would bite anyone who suggested that I didn’t look cheerful enough when I’m sorting books.
Well, not really, but I would glare.
Quasi-Daughter is now on her way to Europe for three weeks. I neglected to stow away in her suitcase, so I’m stuck here. Sigh.
In my youth, I did a lot of camping, usually in conjunction with caving, climbing, etc. If I couldn’t carry it on my back for ten miles, I didn’t need it for a week in the woods. But now, I’m annoyed if a hotel I stay in doesn’t have enough towels or a decent selection of channels on the television.
Growing old sucks.
Ugh. I hate that too. I’m just not that much of a cake fan. So stop bugging me about having a piece. I’m trying to be polite and decline nicely. But one of these days I’m going to snap over a piece of cake. That’s just going to be embarrassing.
How do your poms and kitties get along, kaiwik? My family always had bigger dogs, but the cats still liked to try to play with the dogs. Do the poms and cats play or do they know they’re different species and not deign to admit that the other exists?
Li-li, your mentioning dance class just reminded me… my new session of belly dancing might get cancelled. Only 3 of us showed up for the first day so unless they get more people involved, they’ll have to cancel. 
Rosie, I’m with you on not needing Starbucks or anything else if you’ve got DD. Unfortunately, there are NO DD around here. This makes me very Yeah, we’ve got Caribou and Dunn Bros, but it’s just not the same. I want my Dunkin Donuts! (Mostly for their coffee drinks but also for the occcasional donut… Krispy Kreme just doesn’t cut it. I know they’re supposed to be heaven or something, but they just don’t float my boat.)
Also, you’d asked for wedding gown photos… the only ones I have right now really aren’t very good. If I try it on for the woman who’s going to alter it (hopefully), I’ll see if I can get pix and post then.
I saw someone at work with a donut butt cushion at work the other day and thought of you Drae. Hope it gets better soon. Good luck with the camping trip. I have never been camping and I intend to keep it that way!
It’s gotten chilly here too. There was actually frost on the car yesterday morning! :eek: I guess that’s what happens when you live in Minnesota. Actually, it can be frosty in NY at this time of year too so I guess I can’t complain. Altho I wouldn’t mind going to swampy’s and hanging out by the pool in the mid-80 degree weather!
Good morning everyone. Just a quick drive by before I dig in here at work.
I hope everyone who has owies, hurties or isn’t feeling well improves very soon.
I hate that “smile” thing too. I don’t feel the need to be grinning like an idiot 24/7. People always ask me if I’m ok when I’m not smiling too.
Well, need to work now.
I might have to give up my MMP membership. I simply can’t keep up! So, if you don’t see me here, wave in other threads, K?
Well, heck, might as well sleep under a bridge then. 
I don’t feel like working. So, I am going to take this opportunity to give you the background on what may or may not be the major drama situation this weekend.
Ten years ago, my friend Bobbi* and I rented an apartment. Over the next several months, five more of our friends moved in with us. One of these friends was Henry. Since we were all twenty years old and just figuring out the whole interpersonal relationship thing, I had a fling with Henry (which isn’t that important except for the fact that I’m the one telling the story), then Bobbi had a fling with Henry, and eventually he ended up dating our friend Tanya (who did not live with us) for an extended period of time.
Fast forward. At 23, Bobbi got pregnant, got married, and so on. About three years later, Henry got somebody else pregnant (because, you know, being male, it was hard for him to get pregnant), had beautiful twin girls, and got married himself.
Fast forward to last year. Bobbi is a divorced mother of three. Henry is still married to a woman none of us have ever liked. She never comes to our gatherings, and Henry never brings his girls. Their marriage is considerably less than happy–we know for a fact that she cheats on him all over the place, not to mention she has hinted to her family that he’s abusive. (Those who know Henry know that he would rather put his own eyes out Oedipus-style than hurt any woman–unless she was trying to hurt him first, of course, but that doesn’t count.)
Anyhoo, we don’t like the wife. Henry doesn’t like the wife. I believe there are financial reasons for staying together (they own a business) as well as Henry’s stupid personal reasons, which I’ve never really been clear on.
Over the last year, Henry and Bobbi have gotten close again. They’ve become very good friends, and have even gotten as far as admitting they’re in love, but Henry’s got that pesky wife (who doesn’t appear to give a damn what he does, in truth). Among our group, everybody knows how Henry and Bobbi feel, and nobody’s seen the wife in three years or more (I know I haven’t seen her since their wedding, which I believe was the summer of … I want to say 2001, but I might be wrong). Henry decided he’d bring his twins for this weekend’s camping trip, and I received a frantic e-mail from Cassie (camping trip organizer) earlier this week, stating that Wife might be joining us.
We have no idea if Wife knows anything about Henry and Bobbi, or if she’s even coming. But really–if she does show up, how can I miss it? While Bobbi is typically a very low-key kind of person, Wife is most decidedly not, and might have some sort of public hissy fit. How often does one actually get to see that outside of daytime television?
Yeah. Long story. Not very interesting. Don’t want to work at all.
Names changed to protect me, should anybody I know read this.
When I was in college, I was in my “gotta be the happy center of attention, gotta always have something snappy to say, make everyone laugh which equals they like me” mode. One day I was blue, I forget why, I just sat quietly with the crew, neither laughing nor crying, just quiet, somber. One guy asked if there was something wrong with me (in the “I don’t like this not happy version of you” tone, not in the “is there something I can do to help” tone) I yelled at him saying soemthing about how much work it is being “on” all the time and I just didn’t feel like it today - and I left the table and found a quiet unpopulated area to sit and sulk
**Drae ** - can you get a hold of a 2nd air matress and stack them? and maybe use the rump pillow at night, too. And take the percoset with you. Honestly, I would not want to get tales of this trip second hand - I’d want to be a witness.
But ultimately you have to do what works for you, all our advice, good and bad, aside.
My sinuses hurt. It ain’t as bad as lupus or a broke butt, but still… they hurt. I’m seriously considering packin’ it in for the day and making friends with Benadryl[sup]TM[/sup] and my bed.
That’s one thing I got from the hiking club in high school. I learned to never pack more luggage than I can carry.
Wish I could sign Mom up for that: she spent last weekend at my house, she already has some stuff here (nightclothes, toiletries) and she still managed to pack two suitcases, neither of which she could as much as budge! :smack:
I have two air mattresses, but one of them goes to Roomie. The good thing is that I usually sleep on my stomach. But I’ll have my ass donut and my percocet. It’s supposed to be not-that-cold and only possibly rainy, which is better than I was told last week, when it would be cold and downpoury.
Cassie and I decided that if it comes down to a rumble, it’s going to be All The Women Henry Slept With Before He Was Married vs. The Wife. Given the reported attendance list, that’s at least four to one. I don’t know how much help I’ll be with a broken ass, but I’m sure I can knock her down once or twice.
Snarling works for me…
Yay, billing almost done. Just gotta make some copies.
Also today is my Friday. Yay!
On the “boo” side, stoopit photographer I hired in Chicago was “supposed” to have Fed Exed a CD with digital pics but it did not come in this AM. Drama Queen account exec will make the rest of my day a living hell. 
I have a natural turn down to my lip line. If I am NOT smiling, I look mad. A coworker once told me I scared her till she got to know me.
Is it 5:30 yet?
Tupug