A game of pull my finger gone out of control?
Susan
Ha, you’re a veteran mom. Im a newbie. Saturday was Foolieboy’s “First Ride” Program. A bus saftey programme, with a video, a retired police officer talking to the kids, and then they got to go for a bus ride. All by them selves… gah!
Im sniffling and crying and snapping pictures. Other moms are doing the “Woo hoo” jitterbug. They said “Oh is this your first? By the time you put your third on the bus, you won’t be crying!”
sniff My first, last, and (most likely) only.
Going on a bus… and he’s my baaaaaaaaby. (He’s a December baby, so still only three.) Going to Junior Kindergarten, two days a week, my little man. He thinks he’s Lightning McQueen so, that should be interesting. He only answers to “Lightning” or “Rookie,” so roll call should be interesting.
He has had an imaginary friend named “Hon” for a while. At first he described Hon like an angel sitting on his shoulder. (No, I did not tell him about that concept at all, whatsoever) Now Hon is the child and he’s the parent. (He doesn’t use the term Dad, or father. Parent.)
Interestingly, Hon has a new friend. Its name is… HICKEY.
(He has never, to my knowledge heard the term. Certainly not from me…I asked where he learned that term from…ah Chick Hicks in “Cars”…so his imaginary friend’s imaginary friend is Hickey. I hope he doesnt talk about his friends too much to the teachers… Because he says things like "Ive got a Hon, and Hon’s got a Hickey…)
In other news, I spent the weekend waiting for men to call me. My out of town boyfriend, my in town gay male friend, my brother, my fence builder guy… It seems like if you knew me, and you were male, you did not know how to operate a telephone.
New Girl is here, no, not right here, we’re not up to the “goofing off during the workday” part of the training. Anyway, she came back from vacation and is here, all bright-eyed and bushy tailed. I understand this is a promotion for her, so she’s definitely eager to please.
Yesterday was an odd day. It started out with a weird dream, and then I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I was trying to find some place that was actually open for breakfast at 6 am on a Sunday. Not much luck there, and I didn’t feel like Denny’s, so I waited for Panera to open. Then I drove on Silicon Valley’s Autobahn (280), since there was no traffic (they’re finally cracking down on speeders - I saw 4 CHP cars, when you used to be able to drive 90 mph between San Jose and San Francisco, with nary a cop to be seen) and then went yarn shopping. I annoyed yarn stores through out the Valley, but finally found what I was looking for. That was pretty much my Sunday.
ETA: Oh, yeah, great OP, swampy! You would make an excellent Miller complaints department.
Hey everyone.
I don’t like beer. Love the smell but loathe the taste. But I love beer drinkers for they gave me the glory that is Marmite. Mmmmmmmmmm. I just had some marmite n toast and a cup of tea. There is no better thing for afternoon tea.
My body clock has gone out of whack. I was awake most of the night so I did useful things and then cooked some apples for breakfast. And then a colleague phoned me to ask what time our training course started and I told her “Tomorrow!”. Poor thing had been on leave and hadn’t received the notice that our Monday-Friday training was now Tuesday-Saturday in order to give us all Bank Holiday Monday off. Oops.
Mama Tigs that sounds like a great book!
I have just found out it’s possible to throw up only one substance out of three that you’ve recently ingested. I had tea, a bagel, and some water. And threw the water up. Only the water. Isn’t that interesting? Even though the bagel preceded it by only ten minutes.
What a fascinating thing, pregnancy.
At the Rite Aid approximately 100-something yards from my door, a 12 pack of Miller High Life or Busch will set you back a Great Emancipator and some ashtray change, if you include tax. From this site, it looks like Miller High life beats Busch in alcohol content by a decisive 5.5% to 4.6 % (BTW, shame on anybody for putting out sub 5% beer. That’s just, like, you know, all lame and shit).
Anyway, the most cogent analysis my lifestyle circumstances can offer is that a 12 pack of Miller delivers a whopping 1.296 oz. more alcohol to my hungry receptors for a fin. Hey, that’s a whole extra shot! Kudos to Miller for giving the average guy a bump.
Bwahahahahahaha! Funny Susan! 
zelie–that’s me and coffee. I love the smell of it. If it tasted like it smelled, I’d drink coffee.
I only like ice cold beer on a blistering hot, but not humid day when I have nothing else to do. This doesn’t occur often (all the requirements) so I never drink beer.
I am curmudgeonly and frankly bitchy today. Feel like I have an itch and no way to scratch it (no, not THAT itch, gutterminded MMPers). Very irritable.
Julie–your wee beastie rides a BUS? I couldn’t have put my lil tykes on a bus at that age! (guess I’m not helping here, am I). Good luck with Lightning…
Off to do nothing but be grumpy about it. WTF is wrong with me?
Work is Monday-ish. Everyone wants something etc
I made delicisous Roasted Vegatable pasta with smoked mozzarella last night - I have dinner for the rest of the week.
Drive by…
I was like that for a couple weeks after a fundoplication. In this case, it was a matter of food not even getting into the stomach, and the esophagus grew tired of holding it. I had a couple rounds of “Hmm, I swallowed that fifteen minutes ago! How did the ___ I ate *after * it get past?”
I did, too, 'cept we had grilled yogurt-marinaded chicken boobs instead of the mozzarella. Just bowties, roasted veggies and parmesan.
It is slow today. I hate slow days.
T i m e j u s t c r a w l s b y …
Well, we had an interesting time at the surgery center. Papa Tigs filled out about six inches of paperwork while I knitted, and then he got called back and I continued to sit on the uncomfortable chairs in the cold waiting room. Why do they make waiting room furniture so miserably awful? There was one couch, but another lady was occupying it for the first 45 minutes or so – but the moment she left, you better believe I grabbed it. And put my (by then aching) knee up. Cold makes my new knee ache. 
Anyway, so eventually Papa Tigs comes walking out. I said, “How did the injection go?” He says, “I didn’t get it.” Huh? Turns out after they stuck in his IV and made him uncomfortable in various ways, then proceeded to ask him all the usual questions (allergies? blood thinners? etc.), the doctor asked him how bad his pain is. He replied, “I don’t have any.” The doc says, “For how long have you been pain-free?” Papa Tigs tells him, “About a week.” The doc says, “Then why are you here?” Papa Tigs says, “Because you told me to be here.” The doc says, “Do you want the injection anyway?” Papa Tigs says, “Not really.” The doc says, “Good, I don’t think you need it, either.” Turns out the physical therapy has really done its job, so he’s A-OK and good to go now unless the pain comes back.
So I wasted two hours of my morning and froze my ass off for nothing. :smack:
Although I did get several more inches done on my pretty Streaming Leaves scarf – I tried a trick I read about the other day, which you might want to try, Jahdra, if you ever have the same problem. When I yarn over, the stitches after it always seem pulled out and just aren’t well defined. But then I read a great hint to resolve it – in a pattern like this one, where you purl the odd rows, when you come back on the knit row and knit the stitch you’d purled into the YO, knit it through the back loop. It keeps it from pulling, and helps the YOs to look much more clearly defined. And the pattern looks a lot crisper as a result. [/knitting geekery]
But anyway, then we walked across the parking lot to a little Italian place to grab some food (since Papa Tigs hadn’t eaten since last night), and it turned out to be just yummy. I had a big slice of Caprese pizza, which has fresh mozzarella and yummy fresh Roma tomatoes, lightly cooked, and Papa Tigs had a big slice of pizza with Italian sausage on it. We would have taken longer to order but while we were deciding, the line behind us grew from one person to about 20; otherwise, we probably would have ordered the specials, which neither of us noticed till we’d ordered. We’re going to go back for dinner one of these days to try out more of their food – it’s one of those chains that is usually found in mauls and has overcooked, nasty food; but this place, since it’s in a little industrial park, had really terrific food. Everything looked good, and they had at least 20 times the selection of any store in that chain I’ve ever seen. So yay for the chain allowing one store to actually serve real and really good food!
Then we came home and, after having some coffee, Papa Tigs took the Idiots for another swim. Oh boy oh boy, swimming! Now they’re sacked out, and he’s out mowing the yard. Which I wouldn’t have let him do if he’d had the injection, obviously.
Selective barfing? That sounds…interesting. Or something. :dubious:
Back to work.
I’m flippin’ hungry after two apples, two cups of yogurt, and two bricks of ramen noodles. Someone come and feed me. I’m here until 6:30.
puppy dog eyes
I napped or tried to-I kept getting just to the edge of that blissful abyss and my mind would jerk awake. I am my own worst enemy. But I’m in a better mood…
Off to watch field hockey–go Vikings! (no idea who they’re playing against!)
hope you get some food, loune.
Dear Og, someone needs to feed that poor boy (LOUNE)…
Do we have any crochet geeks here, Tigs and Jahdra? I am a crochet geek and a total yarn fanatic. Got another term for you, Jah: YAS - Yarn Acquisition Syndrome. I’ve got a friend in 12-step for it now.
We had a nice weekend here, but were thwarted yet again on rain. Damnedest thing I’ve ever seen on radar–the storms literally went against the wind direction to make this convenient little loop around where I live. I swear, I should hire myself out to FEMA.
I did however score jewelry this weekend. We went to the swapmeet and I got the cutest bracelet, ring and necklace/earring combo. Exit fee? $38. My other doesn’t realize how lucky he is to have ended up with such a cheap date.
I also second Swampy manning the complaint line, but only if he promises to throw some "Bless your heart"s or "Isn’t that special"s in there.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:
I had an entire post answerin’ stuff and general bein’ my witty usual self but, of course, the DAMN DOPE HAD TO EAT IT!!!
Anywho, I gotta go take some cornbread out of the oven in a couple of minutes so I don’t have time to recreate what I said. Plus, I am so majorly pissed off right now I don’t even need to be on this #*&@#!%^*&$# message board!
I may or may not be back later tonight. Count on may not. I’m beginnin’ to wonder why I even bother to pay for this place what with the sorry as hell way this damn board is actin’ as of late.
I promise to come back either later or tomorrow bein’ my usual sweet self and catch up… but for now…
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:
Mork, this is what I call Texas Caviar. Note that the purists (Ellen Cherry) will be aghast that I use chick peas instead of hominy, and Eyetalian Dressing instead of mixing my own, but this is almost the same, and faster.
sends LOUNE some brussels sprouts
Went to PetsMart this afternoon to get critter food, and the only 30lb bag of Iams Multicat they had was busted. So I had to get the 20lb, which means I’ll be going back sooner that I would like to. I hate driving in that part of town, too flipping much traffic.
I’m hungry and lazy, so I’m going to call in some Chinese food in about 45 minutes and Mr. SCL will pick it up on his way home from work. This little place we use has really good food but they are kind of weird - when you call in they say “You pick up? 20 minutes.” and never ask for your name. So you just have to go in and tell them what you ordered. I promise to stop back in later and tell ya’ll what my fortune was!
Ooo! Brussels sprouts! Dirty pool!
<Takes cover from expected backlash>