Clearing my stuff – an MMP give-away, sorta

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Good morning all!

I still have the remnants of the headache, but I can function today and am back at work.

My hair reaches my bra strap now. Last September it was shoulder length. I really, really, really need to get it cut. I takes for-friggin’ ever to dry, even with a hair dryer. I put some sort of sleeker stuff in after washing and conditioning my hair, then I dry it, then I flat iron it. I have to wash my hair everyday. I just can’t stand it if I don’t. I’ve tried washing it the night before, but it looks like crap if I do that, so I just get up early and wash it everyday.

Ah, big-hair perms of the '80s. I remember them well. I used to get spiral perms. My hair was nearly waist length at that point and damn heavy.

Up until my senior year in high school my hair was very long. At one point, it was long enough for me to sit on. But, for the most part I kept it trimmed to the top of my tail bone. It was thick and heavy then too. I used to braid, pony tail, or barrette it.

By my senior year, I was sick of it; so I chopped it all off and got the feathered hair do. :rolleyes:

Since then, I’ve run the gamut from top of tailbone length, to very short. I can’t really make up my mind.

As for seeing a different doctor, I do have a different doc now, I just don’t go see him as often as I should. In fact, I think I’ve seen him once since I’ve been assigned to him. That was a couple of years ago to remove a strange bump on my back. I hate going to the doctor, I’ve given up on all of them, and I won’t go unless my arm is twisted or I’m in severe pain.

Well, I have tons of e-mail to catch up with. I’ll try and pop in later.

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I’m glad I’m not dealing with that anymore! :smiley:

Sorry the commute sucked though. Just think about the nice long Friday afternoon commute with everyone headed up north for the weekend. Joy. Makes me love my 2 mile non-highway commute more and more!

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Holy shit. Some dude just interviewed me. I might be on TV! Whoa!

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Wow!! Congrats, Mika! What did he interview you about? Was he with a news crew? Details!

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Awesome!! How come? What were you interviewed about?

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Well, I have no real reason nor desire to be on TV. Last time I was on TV deliberately, it was for dance, in my teens. Last time I was on TV by accident, yeah, it was work-related…we get a lot of media coverage, being an nfp.

Today though it was in regards to Lunch Hours: Do you take them? Should the American Public take more lunch hours? Is it healthy to not take them?

Here, it was Dan Dinicola from News Channel 6.

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I meant to reply to this before. Me too! But I took happy drugs to help. My knee was still hurting last night so I took some anti-inflammatories that I had from when I hurt my shoulder a few months ago and they knocked me out. But boy do I feel good this morning! :smiley:

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Oh, and btw, he interviewed me and my boss who are on opposite ends of the spectrum. I take lunch every day and she almost never does.

Funny thing was, there were all these gorgeous girls wandering around looking to be interviewed, and I was kind of reluctant and a little shy. And nowhere near as…*photogenic[/]. And yet some how I got elected! :dubious:

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Who gives a damn if models take lunch–they’re just going to throw it back up later. :smiley:

Couldn’t resist that one. I’m eternally sorry.

For myself, I must take lunch. Every day. Technically, I only have half an hour at my current job. It is impossible to go somewhere, get lunch, eat, and be back in half an hour. Most people take 45 minutes, anyway. Some take over an hour. They only yell at you if they’re looking for something to yell at you about. But I have to get out of the office. I can sit in my car and read a book, or I can go shopping, or whatever. But I can’t sit at my desk, and I can’t sit in the cafeteria downstairs, or I’ll feel like I never left.

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If I don’t get out of the bulding for lunch, I’ll never have a chance to actually eat. And I too have a book at my desk to take with me (right now I’ve just started the next paperback in the C.J. Cherryh Mospeira series.) I usually eat lunch alone, and read when I do. I need that break every day.

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Well I’m taking my lunch hour now and NONE of you can stop me!
goes to lunch

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VunderWife and I had dinner at Red Robin last night (and we ain’t going back), and I had to stop on the drive home to do the technicolor yawn.

Does this mean Bobbio has a career in front of the camera in his future? :dubious: :smiley:

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I just got my own kiln last week, and the wheel the week before that. And just last weekend, we moved the laundry stuff from the old laundry room to the new one. The old one is to be my studio. FCD has already installed the kiln and its exhaust system. We just need to build a work table, paint, and do a good cleaning, and my studio will be ready to go. All the pieces I’m giving away were made in class - well, except for 5 that I threw at home and had fired at school. But soon, I’ll be doing it all at home.
It’s gonna cut into my Dope time… :eek:

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:: Fluffs hair and adjusts microphone ::

I eat lunch every day in my office with my husband. I bring sandwich or salad stuff for the week, and make us our lunch every day in the break room kitchen. Then we come to my office because there’s more room. We work at the same place, obviously.

So anyway, why the pukies, bobbio? Restaurant food not agree with you … or (more sinister) food poisioning or something? Hope not! :frowning:

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And what are you doing home so early, young lady?

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Uh, my post was for FCM…

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I had a lot of catching up to do - so if I’m reviving a closed topic - forgive me.
that having been said:
I often dream of my parents (mom died in '91, dad in '97) This weekend I had a particularly bizarre one; they were both still alive, but dad was having ‘episodes’. After several attempts to dial 911, (I always have trouble with phones in my dreams) I was able to get a hold of someone who wouldn’t send out an ambulance until I told the whole story, and she kept interrupting me and incorrectly finishing my sentances. I yelled at her “never mind” as I heard siren outside - and woke up to a siren outside.

**Drae ** - don’t cut your hair too short, you’ll look like Li’l Orphan Annie (and the one of you and me from last March has you with wavy/curly IIRC)

At least she didn’t say Grace Slick . . .

Squeeee!!! Lots and lots of Kitty Pics! :smiley:

I get sinus headaches that feel like migraines - but some migraines are really cluster headaches, similar symptons, but an entirely different animal - ask your doc about cluster hedaches.
Lunch time (and a.m. and p.m. break times) are for Dope-ing. That’s all I have to say about that.

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I’m gonna assume that snark was directed at me, Dolores, and I’m home because I am. :stuck_out_tongue:

There was supposed to be some kind of team lunch today. In Fredericksburg. Which is about 90 minutes from home for me - most of my coworkers live in or near F’burg. So I opted out. Everyone else was getting 2 hours on the clock to attend - I asked if I got the 2 hours anyway. I was told yes, so I left. I just finished lunch, and I’m about to change into grubbies and do a dump run - oh yes, I know how to enjoy an afternoon off…

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Oh hey, I forgot the funniest part. Before the interview, Dan was looking through some of the CDs on my desk. He picks one up and it’s Lorenna McKennit. He asked me what kind of music it was. I said, “Oh, that’s Celtic.” (Honestly I couldn’t remember. Anyway, he looks me right in my chocolate brown eyes and says,
“You’re Celtic???”

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Fried food doesn’t always sit well with me; the breading is usually the culprit. I can eat nekkid (no breading) Buffalo Wings at Hooters with no ill effect. It’s a side effect of my bypass.

We won’t go back. The menu was not surgery friendly, and the service sucked. My order may have been poisoned, come to think of it… :wink:

I call last night Bobbio’s Revenge. When I bothered to look at what it was landing on, I saw I hurled into some poison ivy. No, I didn’t get any on me, if you’re asking…