mmmmmms YIKES! Did you wake up in hell??? 
N.O.L. time! Roast beast sammich (deli roast beast) with pepper jack cheese, lettuce, maters and some corn chips on the side. Washin’ it down with some gooooooood iced tea. Plus web surfin’. How N.O.L. time should be!
OYKW et some soup and took his meds. This per phone call to check up on the patient. He is probably now experiencin’ nappage.
Laterz!
Wow mmms. That’s, that’s… I have no words.
I keep asking myself who exactly did I piss off in a former life 4 1/2 hours in…this day of the month is less than my favourite put it that way.
Thursday I have a 10 hour meeting. Have I mentioned how much I love my job?
Tonight will be grocery shopping I am leaving work early after this conf call. Supper will be chicken boobies stuffed with a cream cheese & green chiles mixture wrapped in bacon for mr ems not wrapped in bacon for me. With broccoli.
I would kill myself. Really, I would. I can barely sit through an hour meeting. I cannot imagine the hell of a 10 hour meeting. What are they talking about? And most important, what food is being served?
Back from the dentist. I started talking to the hygienist about my knitting, one thing led to another, and she and one of the office ladies are going to give me their leftover yarn! Woohoo! More pretty, multicolored afghans!!
Geez, ems, I’m pretty sure I’d get fired before any 10 hour meeting was over. After bonking my head on the table as I was lulling off to sleeep, actually stretching out to take a nap, waking up incoherent and telling everyone to get out of my bedroom, drooling on the meeting table, scratching myself inappropriately and looking at my manager with that ‘what in the hell are we doing here?’ look for the next nine hours I’d be gone, history, Sayonara.
Chocolate chip cookie bars are baking away. nom nom nom nom
Supper will be veggie-beef stew recently thawed and currently warming up. nom nom nom nom
It will be a yummy night in FairyChatLand! nom nom nom nom
HELLO EVERYONE!
I was an only child so I didn’t exactly have games in the car. Who would I play them with? My parents were definitely of the “Children should be seen and not heard” category.
So I used to talk to cars, or pretend they were talking to me. Cars’ headlights can look like eyes, and depending on their placement, I used to pretend they were angry to see me or happy to see me. I used to call myself the Queen of Cars, and used to make the angry ones ‘bow’ down to me eventually. (I’d stare at them long enough until I’d get the optical illusion of the ‘eyes’ showing respect).
Because there really isn’t any other place to put it: I do have a clear memory of one time when I was sitting up in the back of our station wagon (for you whippersnappers, we didn’t have to wear a seatbelt or anything!). We were stopped in traffic, and there was this wonderfully nice looking elderly couple in the car behind us. I had a big picture book, like 11 x 17 size, so I sat cross-legged in the back of the book and patiently showed them every page (there were only like 10) and pointed out each page. I remember them paying close attention, and nodding, and smiling, and when I finished I waved, and they waved back.
I always wonder what those nice old folks thought. 
**Hi 'mika!**They probably thought you were really cute.
**Meeks **- your picture book story reminded me of one time I was driving a van with my youngest sister in the back - she would have been about 15 or 16 at the time. It was a work van that I’d borrowed to pick up some furniture I’d ordered, and my sis had come along to help me. As I was driving down the road, she decided it would be funny to press her face up against the back window, clawing with her hands, and mouthing ***“HELP MEEEEEE!!!” *** She wasn’t smart enough to realize that one quick tap on the brake and she was knocked on her ass. Yeah, my sister thinks she’s hilarious.
Oh my stars, 'Mika, that last part is the cyoooootest story evah! How old were you?
So, new fishie made it through his first night on my desk here at work, and now that he’s settled in he seems quite the active and curious little sprite. My mother had a betta that lived for-fucking-ever (seriously, he must have made it to his sixth birthday at least) but we used to joke that it was because he never moved. This one follows my movements and seems to like it when I run my finger slowly and gently across the glass. For lunch I opened a can of tuna and was distrubed at how closely he was paying attention to me as I cracked it open and started to snarf down one of his distant relatives. Must get ass in gear and post pictures, although they’re hard to take because the glass is fluted so some part of his fins are always distorted in a very pretty (to me) way.
Mostly I just refer to him as “fishie” but this morning as I was walking in it occurred to me that I might privately name him Sanity.
I have a GREAT betta story which I will tell in a moment.
I don’t remember how old I was in that story, and there’s no one to really ask, but I’d say somewhere between six and nine, so not terribly young, but young enough to still be unselfconscious.
Here is my betta story.
I had a betta, once. He was alone for a while, and then I decided to set up a fish tank. So I set up this awesome fish tank, with angels, tetras, neons, gobys, catfish, and others. It was wonderful. I added the betta to it. I know they are supposed to fight, but I figured if he did, we’d pull him out.
He never fought. He was absolutely Lord and Master, but he lived peacefully in the tank for about three years.
Enter one of Mika’s Great Ideas. I decided he needed a girlfriend! So I went out and bought him a female betta, and added her to the tank. Chaos ensued.
In three days, he had eaten Ms. Betta. We found her remains plugging up the filter.
In two more days he had killed and partially eaten almost every fish in the tank.
In a week, he had eaten most of the plants and killed off all all of the fish.
In two weeks the tank was a barren wasteland! He had destroyed it, all for the introduction of a girl. My beautiful angels, my tetras, my neons. All gone. Why didn’t I remove him? Well, for one, i wasn’t sure it was him, and I was kind of taken aback. By the time my fish were dead (remember that was only five days) I figured he’d be fine now, at least alone.
That betta lived on for two more years. I tell you though, I never put my fingers near the tank again.
Just goes to show what happens when you get the taste!
’mika!!! How ya been! They probably just thought you were a special child.
Home from irk. I went by to see about the sickie. He says he’s feelin’ better but still looks like death warmed over. Anywho, I didn’t get real close, that bein’ our general rule when one of us is sick. He has soup, oj and meds so he’s good to recuperate. Bein’ as I was feelin’ lazy I picked up a burger and snarfed it down when I got to da cave.
That is all for now.
You would probably not be surprised to here that we see all of these by one person or another in this meeting every month. Usually it is only 6 hours but there is previous year in review bullshit to cover as well as appraisals to cover and a whole bunch of other crap. Urgh.
My conf call only lasted 6 hours instead of the prescribed 8. Yay! So I got the chance to go see one of my employees who started as a trainee in my location a couple of years ago pass his big promotion presentation this afternoon. And now I am leaving to go gorcery shop.
Later!
ems - I seriously hope you make an obscene amount of money.
Mika - I feel really horrible saying this but your fish story had me giggling. I kept thinking of The Mangler (the Stephen King short story).
Dindin tonight is spaghetti and meatballs. So boring. Sweetie is watching some show on tank battles and I might have to kill him soon if he doesn’t turn it off.
It looks like I have a torn meniscus in my knee and no betta fish. My betta Indi (short for Indigo; guess his color!) lived for around eight years. My mom had to be banned from buying any after the carnage got too extreme.
So I may/probably need surgery, which isn’t the end of the world, insurance wise. What’ll get me is taking care of the house and animals. How do you pick out and get ready for a whole new career and location if your knee is recuperating? Gotta be done asap, though.
Hey! It’s supposed to be the rainy season here, but no rain. Who’s hogging the rain? I seem to recall a picture of rain damage posted by someone on this very MMP!
I’m feelin’ a little ookie. Ima go put a “No Crud” sign out in the yahd.
Morning all!
Finally had my MRI scan that I’ve been waiting for for ages- hopefully they’ll just tell me there’s nothing major going on, 'cos my back does seem to be getting better.
I’ve even been down my allotment site diggin’ out the veg beds for spring- if we get a spring, 'cos we don’t seem to have had a winter yet; this time last year, the ground had been frozen solid for 2 months, this year we had one light ground frost, and my marigolds are still flowering. Most odd. I’d happily take some of the spare cold any of you have lying around, or we’re going to be overrun with slugs 'n stuff this year.
I got a fishtank- but no bettas. I did get a pair once, but the girly betta turned out psycho, and killed most of the other fish, including Mr. Betta! Didn’t work out who was doing it for ages, so didn’t manage to stop it. I think I got an angry feminist one… 
I have some new babbies too- axolotyls, brought home at christmas, new hatched offspring of my parents’ ones. Been spending ages watching them gormlessly try and hunt- honestly, they get outwitted by water fleas, how do they ever live in the wild?? Very cute though.
Got me W2, and the bad news is my Federal refund is one whole dollar. Oh, whee to spend it all?
Anyone else’s taxes come out near-perfect?
Good mornin’ y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 62 Amurrkin out and that is the high for the day. It’s also rainin’ and will rain most of the day, hence the fact that we are at the high already. Da cave temp says 72, thus, the heat is not runnin’ which is a good thing. Matter of fact the heat hasn’t been on for three days. I can live with that.
gotti I’m still waitin’ on tax stuff. I pretty much know I won’t owe anything but I’m clueless as to the refund amount I’ll be gettin’. Probably a couple hunnert bucks at best.
Nuts appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed for a good MRI report.
On a positive note, I don’t feel ookie right now. OYKW is stayin’ home again today to finish up his meds. He thinks he’ll be able to join the livin’ again tomorrow.
It’s rainin’ hard out right now. I hear it on the awnin’ over the back porch.
Now I seek more caffiene and the feedin’ of rumbly tummy. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Hump Day Y’all!