I’m sorry, Bobbio. Pulling the plug is something I have fortunately never had to do, and I cannot even begin to imagine how difficult it must be.
Not to worry, Taters, I didn’t mention it, but of COURSE I had some Tillamook Marionberry pie ice cream! I’m drooling now at the memory. Dayum, that is some good ice cream!
{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}} to you, DogButler, so sorry about Maggie.
Thanks too for the well wishes for me; to MamaTigs, thanks especially for the encouragement about cortizone injections, and FCM, I’m in the process of working out transportation to and from an indoor pool so that I can do water walking. I also got a referral for a PT (oooh, I hope I don’t get one of those sadistic ones!!!) who is supposed to help me learn the knee-specific strengthening exercises. Ya know, I sometimes seriously think that certain professions attract sadists! Like dentistry … and physical therapy. 
{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}} to Jahdra as well; I hope that getting the service record will help you some. You’re in my thoughts.
I am having a concoction of Bailey’s, vodka and milk. Can’t remember the name of it at the moment, but it sure tastes good.
I’m sure I’ll be in later with the obligitory drunken post.
Sorry to hear that, VB. It’s a tough call. One of the reasons I am all for living wills.
Jahdra I hope that helps you. I’m sorry to hear about your Dad.
Off to bed. Haircut tomorrow. And school. And housework-why didn’t I do more of that today? argh.
I just found TWO badly plagarized papers. :mad: Do these kids think I’m stupid? Argh.
Well. Today was busy. The work day itself was moderately insane, then my dad dropped by for a visit, leaving around 10:00pm. Then, being that it was too late now to go to the supermarket to get something for (a now-late) dinner, I walked over to Subway and picked up a couple of subs. (Tuna for me.) I waited a half a freakin’ hour in line while the woman in front of me had two loaded veggie subs done up. And then, as those two were just being made up, the son, who was there all along with the father as well, decides he wants a sub now, so she asked the girl making the subs to do one more. ARGH! To her credit though she had the good graces to apologize to me (for my two sub buns were already slit and awaiting assembly whilst this new third sub was suddenly in the offing.) Nevertheless, the fact that I was just one of four people in line while this was going on and the girl behind the counter was the only one working at that time – well, really, they ought to hire more staff if things are going to be routinely that busy.
And on top of that, while waiting I overheard the latest customer come in, talking on her cell phone, say, “No! I was sexually molested, I’m not okay!” :eek: It must not have been that traumatic though as within minutes she was discussing some job search-related thing with whomever she was talking to on the other end.
Oh, I forgot to mention, I got my hair cut over the weekend. This is not a noteworthy event in and of itself, but I tried a new hair cutting place in the mall today. I had made it my mission to try a different one until I had tried them all (there are 8, count 'em, in this mall. That day though – Sunday – I just wanted a decent job so I wanted to go to the more recent one I found that I liked. Unfortunately I discovered they were closed on Sunday, so I decided to just try a new one then. I went to one called Colours who, as their name might suggest, specialize in hair colouring, but they also do men’s cuts. So I figured, what the hell. I’ll try. It did not start off well though. Right off I explain my preferred cut. It’s very simple – one trimmer change away from being about the simplest you can get. #2 trimmer on the sides tapered into a #5 on top. Simple, n’est-ce pas? 10 minutes and I’d be out the door.
“Oh, you don’t want to trim on top. It doesn’t look good. I will use the scissors, you’ll see, it will look better.” This was her helpful decision. Now, I don’t mind suggestions if I’m considering something a bit different, but when I come right out and detail the specifics right out of the gate, chances are pretty high that I’m not really interested in opinions on matters of my choice of coiffure. Now, I know from experience (via other barbers who, evidently sharing this irritating trait, also wouldn’t listen to my instructions) that clipping via scissors does not produce a cut on top short enough for my liking. It’s always a good half an inch longer than I want.
“But I would like it really short on top,” I say. She nods sagely, humming her assurance. Stupidly knowing that my definition of short and hers were going to differ, I just went along with it. Sho’ nuff, at the end it was about a quarter inch longer than I wanted – but whatever.
Oh, but the real dealbreaker came when she broke out the headless clippers. You know, when they trim the fine whispy hairs on the back of the neck right down to skin level. Ordinarily this is a common and uneventful procedure not worthy of mention. But these were no ordinary clippers. No. I am of the opinion that when they were told to sharpen those clippers, someone took them to the back, secured them in vice, and had at them with an angle grinder – both the moving part of the clippers and the stationary part. I say this because these didn’t merely trim the hairs – that wouldn’t have been exciting. No, these clippers, not content with simple hair removal, seemed to want to actively remove the top layers of my skin and possibly introduce a few tendons to the outside world. They hurt. A lot. (Yes, indeed you might say they were shear agony.) Honestly, it felt like a cheese grater. The back of my neck was red and raw the rest of the day.
They also washed my hair after the cut, rather than before, as is customary. I actually preferred it that way. It gets rid of all the stray clippings that fell on to your scalp during the cut, instead of leaving them to collect down your back after you leave.
That’s one more place I’m never returning to. They actually managed to be worse than the place on the other side of the mall that seemed to be missing half their clipper heads and whose stylists kept talking to each other while they were cutting my hair – which means she wasn’t really paying attention to cutting my hair. It didn’t turn out too badly, but it could have been better.
There. That’s off my chest.
DoggyButler - Oh man, I’m sorry to hear that. But she had a good, full life with you guys, which is as much as any good pooch could ask for. I hope she gets a good room up there in the Big Kennel in the Sky, filled with tons of Kongs and bones to gnaw on, and rabbits to chase. And big ol’ juicy porterhouse steaks for dinner every night. RIP Mags. Woof! Good dog.
Hank - Briefly, yes. They do. Which, in the end, says more about their intelligence than yours.
Okay, I need to go eat my sub.
Great OP, Mamatigs! Nice pictures. And I’m with swampy. . . I like the cow stuff. But not the cheese since I’m lactose intolerant. When I was in Portland, I didn’t know I was lactose intolerant and was sick all the time. They sure like dairy products there.
Hey Dotty! I went to google Barney to see if there was something that I could rib you with, but instead I found this cool place on the PBS website where you can make your own Clifford the Big Red Dog card. You do like Clifford, right? Who doesn’t love Clifford?! 
And good luck with the interview! Don’t take your crayons into the office. I’ve heard some interviewers don’t like that. Go figure! 
I read further: so you didn’t bring the crayons in, did you? Good luck in getting the job.
Hmm. I just read the pregnant teen story. Now I’m getting to understand the whole VBob, swampy, Lunch thing from last week. Huh. Who knew?
palebunny, that’s the first thing I thought when I saw the pictures. . .you look like your mom. I’m surprised that you think you don’t resemble each other. I guess we don’t see the other people in your family though.
Mork, ooh. . .nice cake! I love the roses in the icing. Nice touch!
McUNE, sounds like you should bring your appetite to that potluck. That’s a lot of food. The only thing that I didn’t see there was some cookies. Are you good at making cookies? I’d like some of those. 
Hugs going out to:
{{{Herbs}}} for her knee
{{{Jahdra}}} for the anniversary
{{{doggio}}} for Maggie
{{{Lunch}}} for his mom
{{{ems}}} for the stress
It’s been quite a day for the Mumpers. I hope everyone is doing OK. And I hope that things get better soon.
Good night and good morning Mumpers!
ETA:
Cite.
Sounds like the beginnings of a Screaming Orgasm 
- just needs Kahlua!
More hugs going out to:
{{{tarra}}} for her knee
{{{Jaaaaahdra}}} for the anniversary
{{{canineservant}}} for Maggie
{{{mmmmmmmms}}} for coping with everything
More later - HRH restless!
Huh. Evidently men are not required. :dubious: 
(in order)
It’s pretty good. I just can’t keep feeling like you all were here for me when I lost Gwen (a cat) and Libby (a friend) and my (fortunately healthy) cats are chasing a very large roach across my feet.
Not at all what I meant to say.
Please visit my restaurant thead…
The fact that men aren’t required? 
As for the rest, you lost me. . . .that drink must be GREAT!!
Xomerlatority drunkle psot!
Love yiouse guyse!
I hVE POOMISE of a new nouse tromorrww!
heh heh,
you said poo
Hee, SCL, that was an extremely effective post. Come back and tell us what you’re getting today. New house? New nose? New nurse?
Up and awake already. Need to find something to wear to work. And have breakfast. And send an e-mail.
Hope everyone has a better day than yesterday…
GT
BWI, dock of the Bay, I think we have another Marylander! That makes 3 of us. At least.
Up and caffeinated and off to work.
Ok, youse guys, other people don’t get hassled when they post under the influence…
I’m going back to bed after this, but ya’ll remember how I said this RLS drug gives me weird dreams? Tonights dream wasn’t weird, it was scary - so scary I called LIbrarian Friend and warned her of I don’ know what.
I am still spooked.
They were so scary you called a friend to tell her and can’t remember what scared you?
:eek:
THAT’S scary!
I am up and grumpy. The husband is all ticked off because he can’t do something he wanted to do because I have work in the morning and he had to get #2 son off on the bus. He is pouting.
Foggy morning–I think we now live in Scotland. Cool, misty, foggy the past 2 days. I have a hair appt (I sincerely hope NOT like Mindy’s–I hate hair places. When they’re not intimidating you with snooty 'tudes, they’re wanting your life story or to tell you the latest celebrity gossip. I don’t want to talk, just cut my hair! I need a color touch up as well. I need to save some money (my hair stuff costs about $150 every 2 months) so I’ll skip the flatironing. I might even skip the blow dry.
Hugs to all who need them. I feel so bad about Maggiedog. You gave her a great life, dogbutler.
No I meant that she would name the kid after you because of your stellar EMT skills…sorry made sense in my head. 
Sorry about Maggie dogbutler losing a pet is hard
Off to visit Daddy in a bit - we bought him some slippers as he said he wouldn’t need them but the physical therapist told him yesterday in no uncertain terms he needed them.
I am tired
I know that. I was messin’ with you.