What can I say… try a little harder. Oh, and dominoes? Interestin… actually I really like playin’ dominoes. I’m a double twelves man myself.
Y’all know what’s funny? A drugged up chee-hoo-ah-ah! Sorry I don’t have a functionin’ digital camera (poor thing died!) or I’d show y’all. JoeDawg is zonked out right now. He zonked about ten minutes after I gave him his baby Benedryl [sup]TM[/sup]. Usually it has taken about an hour. I guess the poor thing is just exhausted from all this discipline I have imposed on him. Seriously, I just put him in his bed and covered him up and he never even woke up. All I heard was little chee-hoo-ah-hoo-ah zzzzzzzzzzs. Good thing he had his mandatory evenin’ peepee time before I medicated him.
Oh, did I mention this… tomorrow Ima work from home (YAY!) and Firday I’m takin’ off for a looooooooong Memorial Day weekend just cause I can.
Started my new position yesterday so that’s keeping me busy as I start to learn what I am doing as well as keep an eye on my replacement and be sure he isn’t freaking out (it can be stressful back there, especially when new and I don’t want to scare him off though he is frustrating me at times because I don’t know how to explain stuff I’ve explained several times before and even shown him a couple other ways to do it when he was struggling with the way I did it… I’m not a trainer! But then we don’t have training snorts).
I also had to switch my vaca around. Dad finally got off his duff and decided when we will be going to the States… October, around Thanksgiving. Which will give me time to get passports, triple check that I can get Velociraptor across the border and back with no hassle since I couldn’t even tell anyone if the donor is alive or six feet under, and save up money to pay for things at Disneyland. I figure a grand should be okay for a week of spending money right? Since Dad is paying for all the rest… (hotel, airfare, most of the food if I don’t manage to sneak some money in there, the passes…). And I still have to finish paying for my retreat in the midst of this too.
Guess that means no buying yarn until after Christmas. But I should be okay… I have lots of sock yarn and I prepaid the Year of Lace of which I get three more kits over the rest of the year…
Ah well…
hugs everyone and skims back out to read to Velociraptor about dinosaurs and then put him to bed and go to bed herself
Can’t watch Nat, for some reason the vid won’t load pout
Haze, I think That Guy has just the right idea re. wedding gear.
cb, 39 is ancient (I’m 40)
Navacousin is still hanging on. He was with two friends, a Romanian and a Russian, when they had to turn back being about 100m from Annapurna’s peak. The Russian decided to go on; yesterday he was on his way down with pulmonar edema but the newspaper doesn’t say if he made peak. The Romanian has been caring for Navacousin, who as of last night was semiiinconscious. I know one of Cousin’s Romanian friends is a doctor, but not sure if it’s this one. As much as it would suck if Cousin died, I’d hate it more for the Romanian (who’s doing everything he can) than for my own loss. I’d lose a distant friend I see once or twice a year, he’d lose a partner he’s spent a lot of time with and tried to save.
Lots of people are helping. There is a rescue attempt planned for today which must be going on about now.
That’s one cool thing about the 'net; I can poke into the local newspaper’s page and know I’m as up-to-date as my uncles…
We all know Thermodynamics (right? Right!?), so we all know that 1 calorie is the amount of energy required to heat one Cubic Centimeter of water up by one degree Celsius.
Doesn’t take a genius to realize that if you drink a glass (200cc) of water that is near 0° C, it will take 200 calories to warm the water up by 1 degree, or 7400 (200x37) calories to bring all that water into thermal equilibrium (37° C) with the rest of the body.
The only source for these calories is, of course, our own fat – so, we need to burn fat in order to keep our body warm.
Thermodynamics do not lie: If you drink a 400cc glass of ice-cold beer, it will take you some 14800 calories to warm them up.
Lest we forget, this glass of beer contains 800 calories**, which we have to take into account.
This seems far more effective than running or cycling, where we’d be hard-pressed to burn even 1000 calories** in an hour!
It’s really easy to lose weight!! Drink a lot of cold beer – the more the better – and lose weight the Thermodynamic way!
The next MMP weight-watchers’ meeting will be held at the bar. Bottoms up!
** So, what’s wrong here you ask? Oh, almost nothing except the fact that the calories we talk about in dieting are technically **kilo-**calories, or the amount of energy it takes to heat a liter of water by 1 degree Celsius… so suddenly those 800 “calories” in the beer look like 800,000 compared to the 15,000 “real” calories (or about 15 food calories) burned in warming the beer up in our bellyOh well, it was worth a try… :o
I hope the wine helped, rigs Feel better today. And now ‘skimming’ doesn’t look like a real word. Cripes, it’s early.
I had QD at my wedding. She’s all the drama anyone needs. She woke up freaking out. The Maid of Honour and I were sitting around drinking chamapgne and eating bacon (a great combination) and QD was shrieking, “WHere’s the car? How’s Lissla going to get there? What if they haven’t finished the flowers? What if my dress doesn’t fit?” It was fun.
gotti, two bouquets, and anyone can dive for them.
It’s cold and grey again. Could someone please be a love and send Spring back over this way at some point? We miss Spring, and we’d be ever so grateful to be graced with Spring’s company again.
Nooner, you’re got me craving beer and it’s not even 7am yet. Which would make it an entirely different kind of diet, if you know what I mean.
Nava, still keeping your coz in my thoughts. I hope all will be well.
Yay for starting the new job, Flutter! A trip to the House of Mouse sounds like fun - just keep reminding yourself of how much fun it’ll be when you find yourself petting a particularly nice skein and you’ll have saved up in no time.
If it were possible to drink oneself thin, I’d be a waif by now.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! I’s a work at home bear today. YAY!!! So far, I’ve washed and dryed a load of sheets and put stuff in the pool to kill off some algae I spied. Dang algae!
Soon, I shall actually do stuff that I, ya know, get paid for.
I’m also doin’ a pot roast in the slow cooker since I’m home and all. I shall get that started soon also.
Mayhaps I should quit postin’ so soon can get here.
Am off to work soon. Mood better, not much sleep last night (had a nap yesterday, that’s probably why). Thanks for the sympathy. Me, I’d have kicked me out of the MMP long ago…
There’s really nothing like an 0700 call from your MIL, is there? Wanting to know all about Daughter’s prom. I dunno-ask her. All I got when I asked her (upon her arrival home at 8pm on Sunday night) was, “I am so sick of the people I went to prom with.” with no further elucidation. We have both been too busy since to discuss it.
Is it normal to call people at early hours to ask about past events? Methinks MIL is getting senile.
I was disappointed to see the spoiler at the bottom of the post because I knew that and wanted to debunk it! What else are all these useless physics classes going to let me do?
::sulk::
But how big of a beer are we talking that’s 800 calories?!
Off for my last 8 AM shift in the next long while. This is my last week of working my “in school” schedule, where I did a split 8-12:30-go to class-come back at 2:30-7 two days a week.
My mouth tastes terrible right now, I can’t wait to brush my teeth. Ugh.
ow. I think if you were to play connect-the-dots with the claw holes in my shoulder, you’d end up with a pointalist rendition of the Mona Lisa. stoopit cat claws
blrfl - off to forage for caffeine
Oh, and dominoes? Interestin… actually I really like playin’ dominoes. I’m a double twelves man myself.
Seriously, I just put him in his bed and covered him up and he never even woke up. All I heard was little chee-hoo-ah-hoo-ah zzzzzzzzzzs. Good thing he had his mandatory evenin’ peepee time before I medicated him.
Up and caffeinating, and heading out to work.
