Thanks. It is going better but I have a major headache. I’m going in search of some aspirin and caffeine. 
Well, like I said, my brother was very amused. 
Am too lazy to say anything coherent today. Hugs. Kisses. Nods.
Well, where ever it is, it’s something that I always wanted to see, and never had the chance. Friends of mine are over in Spain now. I think they’re on vacation, but every year they spend a couple of weeks touring Spain in their band. They’re pretty big over there, I’m led to believe. If you ever get the chance to see them (The Mockers) you should check out their show.
MBGBest wishes to your friend’s son.
It’s very hot here today. Very hot. I soent most of this oprning out in shipping/receiving packing up a bunch of differential gauges for transport to a customer. And I kept getting interrupted to run back to my desk every ten minutes to answer the phone. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again - this would be a great job if it wasn’t for the customers.
**Nava **-- that was some extensive research you did there. You can be SportsCaster, ColorPerson and StatisticsWizard all in one. NBC can save two salaries by hiring you!
**Haze **-- I’ll take the hugs and the kisses. I’ll pass on the nods.
**Swampy **-- we want a blow-by-blow of your second day of work when you get home (including details of your severance package! Just kidding :))
Hugs to all those who failed to get their brain in gear this morning. Og knows it happens to all of us sometimes.
Rigs, how’s the alcohol intake at the party doing? Any of the girls tipsy enough to be up to doing anything interesting, already? 
Jesus. MIMOSAS are drinks (and I think I need one now), samosas are Indian pastries, satsumis are tangerine like things, and tsunamis are really bad ocean storms.
I did graduate from college and am in grad school. Truly.
:smack: :smack:
And you a good (married) Jewish boy! For shame.
I think we’re pacing ourselves–afterall, we have an entire week of party.
I’m drinking iced tea right now. And waiting for the computer people to call me back (#1 son’s new computer won’t work-grrrr).
haze–once, when I was 10 and making banana bread, I got my long blonde hair caught in the mixer’s beaters. Painful and messy. and no banana bread.
No, tsunamis are…
Haha - gotcha, didn’t I?
I just noticed noone special’s comment. Nyah. Some of us know enough to stay sober around certain MMP’ers.
My town (Cohoes), and the neighboring town (Troy) both just lost power completely. And a third town (Latham) went down partially. Only Albany (Colonie) still has power - that’s where I work. So my SO just went home early and I CAN’T. Poopy.
That hellspawn ice cream truck is back. But I showed it. Oh yes, it knows who the man is, now. Indeed, its lack of parentage is a problem no longer, for I have proven myself with a high degree of certainty to be its daddy.
I was outside on my break, having a butt, just about done, when I heard it coming.
HellOOOO?
Hello? Helloooo? Great Og’s juevos, I hate that snooty tone. Like, hello? Ice cream truck? Frozen treats? Ever heard of it? Just buy something, dammit! I saw it saunter into view in front of the building next to ours, a riot of bad illustrations and fiendishly inviting words like “Ice Cream” and “Banana Split,” blaring its computer-generated Bizarro-world siren song at ear-splitting levels. It drove slowly, not wanting to miss a single victim upon which it might pounce. It saw me standing there, puffing away, and turned into our driveway to approach. Oh, so you think me easy prey, do you? Helloooooo! I’m on to you, evil ice cream truck. There will be no victim here this day. Yes, that’s right. Draw closer. Slowly, now. Closer. Closer…
And with a last puff, I turned and walked inside, closing the windowless door behind me. Thus shunned in such a crushing manner, the demon truck stopped, as if pondering its next move before admitting defeat and backing out whence it came. Back to hell with you, vile creature! Do not darken my doorstep again or I will shun you a second time!
Nava - So I presume then that anyone can sign up to be a runner? Are there any requirements or restrictions on that? I mean, I can’t see them letting just any old schmuck put their life at risk if there’s a better than fair chance they’ll get some serious face time with the business end of an angry bovine. I’d think some kind of fitness test would be in order to help weed out the suicidally stupid.
I stapled my thumb a couple months ago. And I always spill things. I don’t like pulling staples out of my thumb.
You should all be proud of me. I had salad, cheddar, and brown bread for lunch. Very healthy. No chips or other fried foods. And I haven’t puked today!
Mindfield, I think the medication’s not working, dear.
Wow, this party really took off while I was off being a lazy person! Gosh, where do I dig in first? But even more importantly, what do I bring?
Oh, I know – some genyoowine mini Merrylande crabcakes! We are talking Teh Yum here, folks! And for those who don’t like/are allergic to/keep kosher so don’t eat shellfish, some fresh nectarines from a small Mennonite farm in Lancaster County, PA. We’re talking melt-in-your-mouth sweet and juicy. Yumm…
Anyway, I’m contemplating more coffee right now, even though it’s midafternoon. I have yet to get started today, and yesterday I spent the vast majority of the day with my feet up. I have issued myself a strict order that I am not permitted to start another knitting project without finishing at least TWO (2) current projects underway. Fortunately, I have two that are close to completion, one far closer than it was this time yesterday since I spent the evening watching the Home Run Derby with Papa Tigs and working away industriously on it. Paying work? Bah, who needs that when there’s mindless entertainment and knitting to be enjoyed?
Good thoughts to little Luke as well as to SCL’s friend, and good luck with jobs/interviews to Drae and Meeks, and do try to stay awake during the safety briefings, oso pantanoso, since they Just Might Save Your Life. 
Or something. Also, a feel better to Drae and here’s hoping you can figure out why you’re hurting, and also to anybody else who’s not feeling good. I’m just feeling lazy, which is a condition I’m not sure there’s a good cure for, alas.
Just to put your mind at rest, I don’t keep kosher (yum! Crabcakes!! ::drool:: ). Anybody else here have trouble with crab? Rosie, maybe?
Mika, I think **Mindy **may have dipped a bit too deep into the sangria. Wrong gender, though… 
I love crab crakes. I love crab meat period. And as for Mindfield, it’s not a bad thing. He’s a cutie.
OW. :eek:
I’ve never stapled my thumb. I stabbed my brother in the neck with a pencil once, though. Accidentally. He didn’t enjoy it very much.
Must get lazy ass off ouch and grade papers. Blech.
Wow, I’d better run out for some more crabcakes! And I know just where to get them. Walking distance from my house. Yumm. (Just to make you all jealous.)
Nava, I forgot to mention that they actually did a 10-second blurb on the morning news about the running in San Fermin this morning. They said that “No serious injuries were reported.” However, after hearing what you classify as not a serious injury, I’m a lot more :eek: than <whew> at those words!
Also, whatever Mork is having? I want some, too!
Yes, Special1 I have successfully doubled my tenure at Miller Brewing. Today I got my locker assignment, my ID badge and my PPE! That’s Personal Protective Equipment which ain’t near as much fun as it sounds. I have a hard hat that’s really a ball cap with a hard plastic insert (looks way jaker than a hard hat), ear plugs and safety glasses. Oh and we started safety training this afternoon rather than take a tour. Apparently we will do safety all day tomorrow, have a session on environmental concerns Thursday morning and then get the grand tour. I still don’t know my shift yet. Heff I know I’ll be working somewhere in a brewery probably on either a can or bottle line learning all about Quality Control/Quality Analysis. Or, maybe I’ll be in brewing. That spectre got raised this morning. In short, I’ll be working somewhere in a Miller Brewery probably by Friday. Today was also a lot of sit and sit and sit.
SenorBigYellowKidTransporterPerson I’ll be keeping Luke and his family in my thoughts and prayers.
gt I take it I’m up for the week of July 30th, right?
Yays, boos, awws, appendage crossing etc. to everyone else who has requested or needs whichever.
Tonight is pizza night. I’m glad. It’s hawt and Ima willin’ to let the pizza makin’ folks do the cookin’.
Later Y’all!
Hey everyone! Please don’t kick me out of the MMP Club for being a slacker member. Busy at work and busy at home, is all. I hope everyone’s doing OK. rigs, what a nice salute to your sisters; so unfair you lost them at such a young age!!
Let’s see … last week I saw Lyle Lovett and His Large Band and k.d. lang at Riverbend in Cincinnati. I had AWESOME seats! It was a fabulous concert. I hardly ever get to go to concerts, and yet there I was! My Event for the Summer.
My sister was in from Chicago, and we had a regular old family get-together over the weekend. If anyone is in need, here is your Weekly Dose of Ellen’s Cute Kids:
Baby Cherry
Cherry Boy, he of the Puppy Dog Eyes
Cherry Girl, looking awfully sweet at almost 13.
Whew. It’s hot as blue blazes here and when it rains (a little) it turns into Humidity Central.
Here, hand me a piece of cake. I’m sick of dieting!
Yes, please - more more more more more more more yum! OK, I admit, I have crab issues. We went to Capt. Leonard’s this weekend for the first time this year and the crab cakes were as yummerrific as I remembered.
As for my contribution, um, I could do Polish sausage and kraut, or my yummerrific cucumber-onion salad, or peach cobbler, or my super-droolworthy chocolate cake. Or all of the above?
I checked to see if I could buy tickets on the flight my kid is on tomorrow, and there are still seats in all prices left, so she and her intended shouldn’t have any problems with the standby thing. I’ll be leaving around 9 tomorrow for BWI. Can’t wait!!
I’m starving right now - I’m thinking **FCD ** should take me out for supper. Once he gets here. Which should be soon. Yay!
We had thunderboomers and a few drops of rain. In theory, this preceeds a cooler front - dare I hope??
That’s about all for now. Time to call my sweetie and tell him he’s buying supper.
WOO and HOO! I just found out that the piece of the forecast that I heavily contributed to worked extremely well and actually forecast June’s numbers better than most of the other pieces of the forecast. Yay! Major patting myself on the back time. Especially since this is a piece that’s been so bad that they were looking to get it *down *to a 60% error rate. Go me!
I love getting reports on what’s happening at home from you meeks. Sorry you can’t leave work though. But really, going home to a power-less apartment isn’t all that much fun. Although with your SO at home…
Everyone can split my share of crab cakes. I don’t like seafood.
Ellen, Baby Cherry is huge! And grownup! Whoa!
I don’t want to go to work.