Good morning all. Had an 8 AM board meeting and the question was raised - do we want to have it earlier? Ugh. Luckily the board members were all against it. Head hurts. Had too much coffee already. Had a bagel. Wanna go home. Busy day.
you’ll feel better if you can get some protein in you soon
Rosie! That sounds filthy dirty! 
I’ll admit it. I <snerk>ed.
sweampy I think you have to go to The Pit to call someone that.
I friend of mine says he’s interviewing Meat Loaf this afternoon for the website he writes for. I am so frickin’ jealous!
I’m not surprised. You and I have the same minds.
Book 'em, Danno!
**swampy - ** did I catch this case of booger nose from you? Actually, I think it came from DH’s office - he says a bunch of people are sick there. Oddly, he’s not. I’m in that nebulous “Maybe I should have stayed home, even though I’m not totally knocked-out dragging sick” phase. :mad:
I’m at work today, even if I don’t feel like it. I can’t wait to hear about the “Rumble in the Great Outdoors.” I hope your butt holds up, Drae. I have a turned-down mouth, too. (I think it has to do with gravity, I swear!) Anyway, when anybody tells me to smile, I put on the biggest, fakest smile I can muster up - it always makes them laugh!
either way! 
So, I’ve just found out that the real reason I didn’t want to miss this weekend (a special activity I won’t bother detailing–one of those “crazy pagan things”) is no longer valid. Of the four intended participants, one can’t make it and one broke her damned tailbone. So now, the question really becomes “How much will Roomie hate me if I don’t go?”
The answer, most likely is “Not at all.” But stay tuned, anyhow. 
You couldn’t find any virgins to sacrifice? :dubious:
Mabon (autumn equinox) perhaps?
There’s an amusing thread on our guild messageboard that started innocently enough with someone wanting to borrow a compass so they could locate the four corners on a stage. The very first response was from someone that said they’d bring their GPS device as it has a digital magnetic compass built in. I said how that just seemed entirely wrong, and that all you need to do is be there in the morning to see where the sun is rising from to find East and go from there. In 12 hours, this thread’s grown to 16 posts, which is just unheard of on our little board.
This weekend is our Mabon ritual, yes, but since we have so many people who also have “real lives,” every other kind of ceremony from naming babies to healing to rites of passage are also scheduled for ritual weekends, especially if myself or Roomie are involved, since we live so far away. I’m just glad I didn’t bust my ass in December, since I’m in charge of this year’s Yule Circle.
You know, I’m thinking about it now, and as far as I can tell, the only female virgins we have are toddlers. That’s just not right. You shouldn’t sacrifice anything that hasn’t learned multiplication tables.
These puns have really got us in a bind. I suggest we close this chapter and turn over a new leaf.
Sorry to hear about your tailbone, Drae. When I had my wisdom teeth out in March, they gave me a percocet for the pain. It had absolutely no effect. Didn’t affect the pain, didn’t make me drowsy, nothing. Ibuprofen, on the other hand, worked like a charm.
Today I had my second of three classes - classical mechanics (there’s a joke in there somewhere. I leave it as an exercise for the reader). It was a good course, and I like the professor. One thing I can’t get used to is that they professors all want us to use their first names. My parents raised me to be superpolite, so I keep wanting to say Professor X (not that he’s actually teaching at Dartmouth - that would be unbelievably cool), not “Hey Charles!” Meh.
I’m going to go have some lunch before I have my first meeting of the How to be a TA class.
so, what, you’re gonna learn how to be a truckers favorite rest stop? or how to have a wicked bod?
OK, a serious question: If your butt wasn’t busted, what would a typical Mabon ritual be like?
Well, the ritual will be the same whether my butt is busted or not, because I’m not the one running it. However, in our circle every ritual is different, depending on who’s in charge. But there’s always singing, dancing, a big bonfire, snack time, and meditation.
The ritual that we’re not doing because my butt is busted is more of a spiritual healing ceremony–oddly enough, I’m the one scheduled to be healed, but we’re big believers in omens and signs and all the other things that many other people (including a fair amount of Dopers) scoff at. A busted butt is not a good sign.
Although, Mika and Twinkie might recall that the tarot reading I had when we all went to Faire suggested I’d be in a goodly amount of physical pain for Mabon.
He wants to audition for the all-male remake of Charlie’s Angels…
Howdy all! Sorry I have been so delinquent this last coupla weeks, but work has been totally crazy and I have been taking every spare moment to sleep (I am so tired of this first trimester stuff)!
I have just spent like 45 minutes reading 6 pages of MMP but I couldn’t find a piece of paper to make notes, so I’m just gonna fly by the seat of my pants (which are really starting to feel tight, BTW) …
Rosie, nice OP - I am glad you had a nice tuneful weekend. Your pics look great!
gt - thanks for thinking of me. Every time I thought about the Dope and MMP the last 10 days or so, I felt sick for missing out on what’s going on with everybody else.
Lili - zills always used to turn me into an uncoordinated wreck! I found it easiest if I practised the zill stuff while walking normally around the house. Just getting used to moving while you’re doing it makes it easier then to combine the hand stuff with the shimmies, etc.
Dorothy - don’t mess with your health honey, it’s just not worth losing. On a separate note, I will be more than happy to swap my butt for yours, if Drae isn’t interested!
Drae - WOW! You broke your butt??? Impressive! Hope the butt cushion, the percocet and some rest will set you to rights!
As for sugarbaby, I had another scan on Wednesday, but I left the dang scan picture on the doc’s desk. It was my 11 week scan, for nuchal translucency - they check the width of the fat pad at the back of the baby’s neck, which apparently can give a good indication of the risk of Down’s Syndrome. I am “low-risk”, so no need for any more invasive tests, like amniocentesis or CVS (phew!). I have to call the hospital and ask for copies of the reports and scan pictures so when I get it I will post a linky-poo. Sugarbaby is a bit less than 2 inches (4.45cm to be exact) long right now, but no longer resembles a lima bean - she/he now has clearly visible hands and feet, but we will have to wait until 20 weeks to find out if there’s a weenie or not! :eek:
I am going maternity wear shopping on Saturday, which I can just imagine will be really enjoyable (NOT!), but I am just about bursting out of everything I currently own, including all of my emergency fat clothes. Surprising considering I have apparently lost 2 pounds in the last 2 weeks (it all shifted to my belly and my ass!).
Oh well, time to spend some time with hubby and enjoy watching the last half of Criminal Minds, before I conk out once again and crawl into bed at the ridiculously early hour of 9:00 pm! Night night all!
Paging 'Mika:
It’s Thursday. Fess up, honey. What’s going on?
::taps foot::