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I’ve asked this before, but what the hell is MMP?
Monday Morning Something…
Monday Morning Post
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 53 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of around 68 and sunny. Guess that means I should do yahdirk then. 
{{{Kanga}}} Hang in there re your dad. I just don’t know what else to say.
Yay for the refunds Rebo.
FlyTrap (that’s your workin’ nickname carnivorousplant) the MMP is all about nuttin’ and everything and all that is in between. Just jump in and post what you will. We keep MPSIMS neat and tidy cause we’re nice dammit! That’s our motto. Sorta.
LiLi continued prayers and good thoughts headed out from south Jawja.
BBBobbio my last speedin’ ticket was a looooooong time ago and all I did was just go down to the gummit buildin’ and pay a fine. Does Cottonfield County require you to show up in person? Like you I was all “I did it. I admit it. Here’s money.” Just didn’t have to show up for a court date.
Now I shall seek more caffiene and feed rumbly tummy. Then, as soon as it’s daylight enough and dry enough out yahdirk shall commence.
Happy Tuesday Y’all!
Phouka, deep breaths. I’m sorry your Dad’s being such a jerk.
I’m being sort-of gotten ready for surgery and waiting for Quasi-Daughter to arrive. She’ll be with me in OR because Mr. Lissar passes out.
A near quote of the trooper: “You were more than 10 miles per hour over, and you’re from out of state. You must appear.”
The bastige.
Blurf, BTW.
Little late checking in.(Meetings and conference calls and Company VPs, oh my!). I didn’t get to text with my “just friend”
last night. 
Prayers sent, LiLi!
Sorry about the pom, wiki.
Sorry about Dad and the diarrhea, Kanga {{{{{}}}}}}}
Hugs, noogies, trouts, and butt skritches to those to need them, I’m off to irk.
When I was doing hospital time for my EMT certification, I watched a C-section from the doctor’s side of the drape, shadowing the circulating nurse. It was one of the top 5 coolest things I’ve ever watched, and not all that gross. The doctor pulled the little girl out screaming, and she didn’t shut up for about 20 minutes. I know, because I had to do the newborn assessment. Obviously, she pegged her APGAR…
If you go half as well as that one, you’ll do fine and have two be-yootiful babies besides. Oh, and Mr. Lisslar is a WIMP.
{{{LiLi}}}, for luck.
Not to detract from the sympathy at all, but I read this as ‘sorry about the porn.’ :smack:
I’m up and trying to get working. I’ve got some homework to finish (yes, I worked on it last night) and then I need to regain control of this house again. Mind you, not total control because it’s a disaster always, but I at least need to regain the ground that I’ve lost while I wasn’t walking very much. At this point, though, I’m just kind of feeling overwhelmed and like I’d much rather take a nap than do anything else at all.
{{{LiLi}}}
I’m sorry your Dad is being such a big pain, phouka.
And I’m sorry about your pom, wiki.
Oh, hell - here!
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{everybody}}}}}}}}}}}}}
Much happier today! Aced the Math test and the World Religions guy is reducing the volume of paper he wants out of us. I can do this! and I got enough zzzzz last night to wake up feeling like… SuperStudent! Faster than a false assumption, less annoying than a dangling participle…
hugs and Happy Babies to LiLi and whatever-you-all-need to everyone else. I don’t even care that I’m rained out today!
$200 for my speeding ticket tomorrow?
Huzzah!
I have completed some work and returned to tell the tale.
My homework is done and submitted both for tonight and tomorrow evening. And then I started to tackle the mountain of clothes and junk laying in my bedroom and after awhile my knee gave me a strong hint that it was time to sit down again, so here I am. At least, though, there is a noticeable dent.* Yay!
*In my bedroom. Although, strangely enough, there is also a dent in my knee. 
<— abstracts $200 from Susan J. Komen and sends it to Bobbio…
Breathe, Li-Li, breathe!
Stayed home with another round of dizziness and nausea. I’ve been fighting it since Friday, but today was just too bad to do anything. However, I just couldn’t stay in bed anymore. It was killing me.
For those of you with FB, go to it! There’s an announcement there from someone posting for Li-Li!
As seen on the door of the Labor/Delivery Ward of St. Mary’s Hospital, where I took a patient a few weeks ago:
“Push Push Push”
I used to know a girl who had a working name.
I’ll see your hugs and raise you a rosie’s sig.
I don’t know if it’s happened yet, but I’m sure by the time (or if ever) she sees this it will:
**
HAPPY NEW BABIES LILI!**
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIRIAM AND ELIZABETH!!!
Yay for new babies LiLi!
Yay for homeowork and school stuff StickyBuns and Woody!
I did a buncha yahdirk, had a nice soak in the whirlpool tub and a nappy poo. Now I commence on the makin’ of dindin which shall be jambalaya. YUM!!!