He’s a senior VP for the corporation that owns said Evil, low-balling, cheap bus company. You’re literally jumping to the top of the ladder with him, but he’s not going to have a problem with it. I used to be their competitor, now he works for me, and he’s a very classy guy. The ONLY one in that company AFAIC.
I have bathed the beagle. I have also cleaned the bathroom(it smelled like wet dog). The cat hornked on the carpet. I offered her a paper towel to puke in, but she just clawed my hand and did it on the carpet.Anyone want a cat? I’ll pay the postage. 
rigs, glad everything turned out OK. Call the bus company. Here, have a beerverage.
mika, I guess you have to toss your cookies. Hope the eye thing works out. At least the doctor didn’t want to take you to an eye conference. like my dermatologist did.
Your dermatologist wanted to take you to an eye conference? Why?
As for the rest of it, I don’t want any hornking cats, thankyouverymuch. Eew.
Also the cookies were good. They were baked over Christmas by my future MIL and she has mad baking skillz. So do I, actually but it’s nice to eat someone else’s cooking now and then.
Their jobs are to make sure the rest of the employees can walk and chew gum at the same time… 
Eeks, rigs! When I first read your post, I thought you saw a “cop” (not the car) crawling under your window and was really freaked. I’m sooooo glad your boy is safe. Not knowing where your child is, however briefly, is terrifying.
See? And they needed to drive a bus and chew gum at the same time. <shakes head>
My husband took it well. That was a plus. No word from Tasha yet (why do I feel there won’t be? Just a feeling). Soon it will be showtime for buses around here-so Tasha will be busy coordinatin’. In fact, some districts around here are already dismissing, so I’m pretty sure Tasha is already “busy”…
Off to do more nothing. I like this.
Does anyone have bright ideas about half a big bag of frozen mixed berries? I don’t really like smoothies. They’re blackberry/blueberry/raspberry/strawberry.
{{{Pugs}}}
I am going to have to remember that! See, that is the kind of useful information that they never teach you in nutrition classes in school.
Spats, yay!
I got into my car this morning and was suprised to find that I no longer have a functional heater… and when I drive to work in the mornings it is somewhere around 10 degrees murkin… … and I also seem to have misplaced my window scraper… … … and my car is covered in thick layer of ice and frost… … … … it wasn’t a fun morning. (How does a heater stop working anyway? I really have no clue when it comes to cars, but with a hot engine sitting directly infront of me I would think getting that heat to me would not take a lot of complex parts.)
My girlfriend has informed me of her intent to join the Dope and start posting here (she has heard stories, and as you people are all so interesting who could resist this place?) and she also said that she won’t tell me what name she will be registering under (she loves to tease me like that). I don’t know if she has joined yet or not, but I am going to have to keep an eye out now. Come to think of it I did neglect to mention that subscription fee to her, perhaps I can offer to pay that forcing her to tell me her account name…
Why does that sound familiar???
Dump 'em in a tub of strawberry or vanilla yogurt. The Timmy’s special, but at home. 
Wow, lots of doin’s over the past couple of days!
kai, what terrible thing for your neighbors. I’m so sorry.
rigs, I’m glad your son was safe. I hope that something good comes of it with the “coordinator”.
Drae, I’m sorry to hear that you were laid off. I hope you find something to your liking soon.
A Happy Belated Birthday to ABCG guy!
I know there is so much more, but I’ve really only had time to skim today.
The shit has hit the fan at the Taters household. I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night, neither did hubby or daughter. It all has to do with the daughter’s boyfriend. Yes, I said boyfriend, as it has been discovered there are deep feelings between the two of them. So, the daughter and hubby really got into it late last night, there were lots of tears all around, lots of yelling, and daughter has informed us that she’s leaving as soon as she turns 18. :rolleyes:
There is so much more to say about it, but I am sick to my stomach as I write this. We’ve never had to deal with drama/trauma like this with our kids. Some very hateful things were said by daughter last night to the husband. He is crushed, hurt, and very angry. I’m angry too, but am caught in the middle.
It boils down to no contact with the boyfriend via phone or computer, and he is not to come out here. Hubby has threatened to call the police if he shows up.
I want my nice family back, dammit!
Tasha doesn’t know it yet, but there is a clock ticking over here with her name on it…just sayin’.
Taters --guess it happened, eh? I’m sorry. Teens can be difficult, but so can adults, come to that.
It’s supposed to snow here today and it’d better. That is all-off to do laundry.
Is today National Cat Hork Day?? I came home to 4 progressively smaller piles of cat hork on the living room rug. They’re all cleaned up now, but Miss Brandy is on The List! :eek:
Weird evening yesterday - Bernie came to me all bouncy and excited with the “Timmy fell down the well” look about her - she wanted to go out. So I donned my jacket, leashed her up, and out the back door we went. She immediately charged to the only stand of grass in the yard and started eating. Did she really want a salad that much?? 
I know dogs eat grass when their tummies are upset, so I let her chomp away, freezing as I was.
Then she decided she’d had enough, and ran a little farther down the yard and pooped. That was odd because she generally likes to poop in the leaves - never on the bare grass/ground. Weird. Anyway, after that, she was fine, and went bounding back to the garage. The rest of the evening was as boring as ever. Weird.
It looks like it wants to snow, but the weather guys promise at most we’ll see a few random flakes and nothing more. It feels like snow, too. I wish our firewood hadn’t been rained on all weekend - it’s a good night for a fire. In the woodstove - the good kind of fire.
**FCD ** is on his way home and he wants something light for dinner. I was going to do a pork stir fry, but maybe chicken soup will be better. Certainly easier. And I’ve got chickie broth that I made this weekend, and onions and celery and carrots and cabbage - that sounds healthy! Chickie soup it is!
As for me, I’m in pain. I decided yesterday to get back on the treadmill. I walk - no biggie, right? I walk in regular life, so how bad can a stroll on the treadmill be? Well, in real life, I don’t generally go 3.5 MPH on slopes. And even tho I set the program for a 30 minute walk plus cooldown, I’m achy. Plus there’s the shinsplints.
I need a hot tub.
Hey - my birthday’s coming up. I think a fitting love offering from the MMP gang would be a shiny new hot tub, and a deck on which to enjoy it. Ya think??
Yeah, I didn’t think so… <sigh> Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. It’s just pain - it’s supposed to hurt.
<sigh>
Ah, lunch with the Audit AA Class of 2000. All three of us, all that’s left, if you don’t count Big Boss, who’s far beyond all of us now. It was fun. Lots of bitching, of course. Isn’t that always the way, when you’re out the door? One of us will be a grandma in March, so she’s going to stay until the baby’s born, take her time off, and then check out hospital administration, the other has moved to a non-AA role within the firm, and I’m leaving. They’re still in disbelief that I’ve actually done it.
Good news from another co-worker: her husband is coming home from the hospital tomorrow! He was hospitalized with pneumonia, etc, and they didn’t think he would make it to Christmas, so this is great news. I think. Unless they’re sending him because they can’t do anything else for him. This particular co-worker has lived most of her life on that river in Egypt, so it’s hard to tell sometimes. She’s a real sweetheart, though, and genuinely nice people are hard to come by. Another co-worker will know more and better details.
Lili, what about a tart or a trifle for the berries, or maybe a crumble or a cobbler?
Taters, ouch! Seventeen really isn’t the age of reason yet, so you can’t take everything they say as gospel, in that while they may mean it when they say it, they don’t always understand what it is that they’re really saying. Of course, I am not a parent, and am basing this on my experience both as a 17 year old girl, and being a resident for several years in a group home for teenaged girls, where the drama-meter was off the charts. (I think working with troubled teens would probably be a very effective method of birth control.) At any rate, I’m very sorry that you’re going through this and hugs all around. I, personally, would not want to be 17 again for anything, even with the promise of sane parents this time around, although I wouldn’t mind looking 17 again.
It’s not quite a smoothie, but you can try dumping them in the blender with 3 parts club soda to one part fruit, then add some sugar, and about a dozen or so ice cubes, and blending. It comes out to be a nice fruit drink!
FCM, a hot tub is not what I think of when I hear the words “love offering” :eek: Though it might be a stop on the journey, as it were.
{{{Taters}}} - if it’s any consolation, my kid gave us the most grief when she was 17, also boyfriend (actually “fiance”) related, although he was a local. I’m not going into any of the details, but it was kinda ugly for a while. Within a year, she got over it and him - aided by his running off and getting married to someone else to spite my daughter. He was divorced within a year of that well-considered union, but I digress…
OK, so her next boyfriend was a real winner, too, but she eventually kicked him to the curb, and ended up meeting the current fiance. It’s 4 years later, and our family relationship is as strong as ever. She’s 4 years wiser, which made a lot of difference.
So stand firm, keep reminding her that you love her and sometimes parents have to do stuff like this, and know that she’ll grow up and understand the whys of your rules. Hang in there!
I know that we are doing the right thing; unfortunately, my daughter can’t see that right now.
I do remember what is was to be 17, and lord help me, I don’t ever want to go back to it. Of course my daughter doesn’t believe that I could have ever have had the same feelings as she is now experiencing.
Look it boils down to this. I don’t want to see her future derailed. She has always talked about going to college, has based her whole curriculum on going, and is doing what she should to get there. HOWEVER, unbeknownst to us, her plans were to attend college in Missouri and live with this guy. We all know what emotions and hormones do to young people. Besides, this is her FIRST serious guy. Of course, last night she was screaming that the future we’re talking about is one we had mapped out for her; not the other way round. :rolleyes: She started talking about college when she was still in the primary grades and has never wavered. This guy has her wrapped around his finger. I also feel there is some manipulation going on.
Ugh. I just want my serene family life back. I want to be able say fun and good things here.
Oh, one small thing that brightened my day. This morning I stopped for gas and decided I needed to buy some cigarettes too. I was carded. That made me laugh anyway.
fcm, I can relate. I have been off my routine for about a month now with this stupid vertigo issue (treadmill + dizziness = BIG BOOBOO) and I know I’m gonna pay big time.
taters, tell Mr. taters not to take daughter’s words to heart. Those were words said in anger. I know it seems like a disaster now, but it will work out. Have you talked with the boyfriend about his being too old for her?
Taters, having been at the other end of some harsh words from loving family, I can tell you how much it hurts. Daughters don’t always mean the things we say. When you’re 17 everything seems huge. I understand her POV pretty well, actually, but I really hope she calms down and thinks it through. It could take a few more years before she really realizes she’s wrong, though.
Correct me if I’m wrong - this is Internet Man, right?
And please tell your husband that words spoken in anger, at 17, aren’t meant. It’s a long time before we learn not to say things without thinking them through.
Taters, I’m so sorry. Hugs. Is this the much-older guy? It is, isn’t it? Seventeen is a terrible age to be, or to deal with. Have you talked to the boyfriend about waiting? I mean, not for a few days, until there’s a little more calm floating around, but maybe the, “If you’re in love then you’ll both be willing to wait until half-way through undergrad” argument would be better? When I was a stupid teenager, I wouldn’t like that argument, but I could see the logic in it.
When I was relatively calm, at least.