I don’t let them kiss my mouth or nose, but cheeks/chin/forehead are all fair game…
I’m not really here this early in the week, but I just have to say:
Bobbio, that is one ugly dog. But just on the outside where you can see it. I’m sure deep, deep inside she has… qualities.
Nice story Snickers. Long live the MMP!
OK, who let the MMP get out of hand? Can we please slow down? It’s only Monday.
Glad to hear picunurse and picuhubby are getting better news. I was rooting for “call 911” while I was reading the early posts in this thread. Glad the doctor visit happened and appears to have gone pretty well.
Great OP, FCM! I was wondering how you were going to get to the point when I could see that it wasn’t very long. But it still surprised me when you didn’t. 
Not a very eventful Monday. It’s raining and getting kind of cold tonight. It’s supposed to freeze later in the week. This would be good only because it’ll finally kill all the stuff that I’m allergic to.
eleanor, even though we’ve already gotten the official ruling from FCM, I’d like to add my endorsement for calling in. Sometimes it’s just necessary.
Oh - and the 7-foot Jesus story made me wonder what the heck the movers will be moving if not him…?
I’m sure there’s more, but I’m kind of tired and need to go read Harry Potter if I want to have a minor hope of finishing my re-read of 4 before the movie comes out on Friday.
Cute puppy, Bobbio. OK, maybe not classically cute, but there’s something about him that is really appealing!
Happy Monday, all!!
GT
swampy’s gay? I had no idea!
Rue, do you read Terry Pratchett? That seemed a very Pterry type comment.
That’s a good thing.
Monday, Monday
So good to me…
Okay, not so good. Not bad, either. Just kinda…there…actually.
With the long weekend and having front-duties and people who are supposed to be assigning workers to my applications not assigning them until well after lunch on Friday, I ended up with a bunch of time-sensitive apps on my desk over a three-day weekend, which I had to finish up and distribute to workers first thing because as of this morning, they were four days into a five-day deadline (and yes, the weekend counts for these things, even though there NEVER anyone there on the weekend to do any work). Also got reminded of something I totally forgot, which was that I had web-application duty this week, so that took me up till almost lunch, which arrived with me having done NO normal applications today. :mad:
I did get some done after lunch, but not as many as I normally manage. It’s not something they really track, but it IS something that I track, so I was not happy. Ah, well…tomorrow I won’t have the extra stuff from Friday to finish, so it’ll be better.
It has tons of wrong info for me, so I don’t trust anything Zaba says. I think they just throw all kinds of stuff up there and pretend it’s right. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t born in 1941, because my mom was born in 1940, and I think that would be just about impossible.
picunurse, I’m so glad you and picuhubby are okay! Scary stuff.
Bobbio, your doggie isn’t even close to the ugliest doggie ever. I’ve seen that dog on TV–it looks like the Dog From Hell. It’s ugly on the outside, and I don’t think it even has “qualities.” Your doggie looks like a sweet little puppy.
swampy, while you had the giant Jesus in your truck, you should have taken him around town and taken pictures of him in interesting places where you don’t usually see Jesus types. I can think of lots of fun things to do with the J-man, like bar hopping or hanging out at the mall, maybe trying on some stuff at Victoria’s Secret.
eleanor, can I call you elly? I think I’m living your life. I can never find anything when I need it, but if I buy a new one, then the old one shows up in someplace obvious. I think the house gremlins are playing tricks on me. Which is mean, because I always feed them well. I must be doing something wrong. Are you supposed to leave out a saucer of milk every night? Or maybe they’d prefer beer.
Exciting news! I’m soon to be a no-longer-Waffle-House-Employee.
I got back on at Wal-Mart, which should be exciting. 10% discount again woot woot.
(Story is not as interesting as one might think. Waffle House really rekindled my hate of the food-service industry. Why am I still a McD’s manager? Good question, mainly for the prestige(?) and the higher wages, and I make my own schedule, and… well, it’s an OK job.)
Other than that, I’m just tired. And cranky.
And sexually deprived.
Good to hear the picus are doing better. picunurse it’s a good thing you started on antibiotics. Gotta keep this stuff from spreading around. Oh, and just so you know, ACBG did a dang good job last night of reminding me that I am a gay man.
ellie you are staying home today right? It’s ok to do so every once in a while. MHDs are good things.
jayjay if it’s the brier patch you want, then, well, the brier patch it’ll be. 
Seven-foot tall Jesus is actually in a crate. We moved him ourselves because the movers wanted a big buncha money just to move him. They are moving the big furniture from the conference room as well as all the office furniture. We had other movers who specialize in such things to come and move the organ yesterday. I didn’t witness that cause I was at work.
Zaba is a funny word. Think I’ll go check it out.
Bobbio the dog is what I call ugly cute. I’ll bet she’s a big ol’ sweetie. What’s her name?
Her full name is Mademoiselle Brie, or Maddy for short. Brie is a smelly French cheese; she’s a French Bulldog, and she farts a lot. It sort of fits. Early favorite for a nickname is ‘Snooze’.
We have a sign on the refrigerator that says “Please don’t step on the watchdog.”
And she gives the best dog kisses I’ve had since Sadie the VunderDog assumed room temperature.
I don’t like that Zaba thingy. No sir, not at all.
Sunday, I went to Lowe’s to buy a bucket so I could clean out the fireplace. I was at the checkout when the girl asked me, “Are you military?” I live in a very military town, and they discount for the uniform.
I snerked, and replied, “With this gut? Are you kidding?”
She looked back at me slightly annoyed, and said those magic words that I can still hear, “It’s not that bad at all.”
I could have proposed marriage on the spot. Thank you, Lowe’s, for the ego stroke.
Yesterday after I posted to the MMP Little Salty woke up with speckles. I took him to see the doc, she said “It looks like a viral thing, but his ears are red so I will give antibiotics.” A Viral THING? Okay, I can’t find that in Tabers, My Mosby’s Dictionary, or Merck Manual. A viral thing. Tomorrow am I supposed to send him to daycare and say "don’t worry about the pinpoint rash all over, its just a THING?
Did I mention I am not a big fan o’ my doctor, but since Im extrodinarily lucky to EVEN HAVE A DOCTOR* I will just smile and act nice?
Okay so since his ears and throat are red I decided to do the Gelatin Dessert thing. I made one bowl of plain, and one bowl of “moo”. I remember moo from my
childhood, (1970’s) where milk was added in with the gelatin dessert powder. I did something wrong. It s all gone curdled and separated. This morning there is a weird sort of pattern of gelled curdled product in the center with a more clear ring around the outside. Little Salty got a bowl of the plain for breakfast, but that was made in a deep bowl, and its not fully set.
I guess I would never made it as a 1950’s era housewife, with all the gelatin desserts, and salads and stuff. Give me stir fry, and pre-made Jello Brand plastic cups of pudding and jelly desserts. Those I can handle.
(Then again, if I was a 50’s housewife-mom, where’s the income earning husband, the other child, the house in the suburbs, the white picket fence and me never having to work again? And my drindl skirt and big apron?) Normal Saline runs away in horror
*Underserviced area, our city is short at least 20 family doctors.
Oh and picu nurse, glad husband is ok. I worked neuro for a few years and I wasnt liking the sound of any of it. (Yes being a nurse, you can imagine all the worst case scenarios.) But “tussive syndrome” makes a lot of sense actually.
And I love ugly cute dogs. I don’t own one yet, waiting until I own a house, but when I do, Im going to the humane society and looking for the ugliest saddest example of a big ole mut I can find. My first doggie-love was a mix of collie, something else, a bunch of other things, and eczemea. BEST. DOG. EVER>
So the red is real and not cause of the camera flash? Awww, maybe you could get her a cool little eye patch to wear. How much does she weigh?
I’ll answer for Rue, since lord knows when another thing will pop out of a dog and we’ll see him again. He does read Terry Pratchett; I’ve seen him in threads in Cafe Society. So there: I’ve outed Rue as a Pratchett reader.
Zaba: I’d never heard of it, and it’s never heard of me, either, apparently. But I’ve got a different name than the one I had for like 18 years, so I am In Cog Neato, baby.
White Chili recipe? People use recipes to make chili? Well … here is an approximation.
Ellen’s White Chili
1 lb. chicken breast, cut up and sauted
1 lb. white beans
1 vidalia onion, chopped
1 stalk celery,chopped (can be omitted; I usually do)
2 or so tablespoons cumin
1 tablespoon salt (I use celtic sea salt; yum)
1 tsp. cayenne pepper
water and/or chicken broth
Saute onion and chicken breast. Soak beans, drain, place in stockpot. Pour in enough water or chicken broth to cover. Bring to boil. Add chicken, vegetables and spices. Turn to low, cover and simmer around 5 hours.
Remove a couple cups of beans and some broth and puree in the blender or food processor. (I ususally try and avoid pureeing the chicken but it’s no biggie if you do.) This creates thicker chili. Add more spices if it seems bland. Mine usually does. It’s hard to judge the amount of spices necessary for that amount of dried beans.
Serve topped with grated pepper jack cheese and as much cornbread as you can make.
:eek:[fingers in ears] lalalalalalala[/fingers]
Your moving story reminded me about moving our college labs. For my first two years the science labs were in portables. Spring of my third year our new building was finished. I worked in the microbiology lab doing class preps and so forth. The movers supposedly moved all the fragile, expensive stuff, and we were to move the little stuff, papers, books the plant experiments etc.
When We arrived, Hector, our skeleton standing in the center of the room. So I put him in the passenger’s seat of my car, buckled him in and put a hat on him. Off to the new campus we go. A block out of the old parking lot, I see red lights in my mirror. I knew I wasn’t speeding, so I had no idea what I had done.
It seems there’s a law about transporting human remains. You can’t do it in the front seat with a hat. (ok, I made the hat part up.)
The cop was very nice about it, he had a blanket in his trunk that he covered Hector with then followed me to the campus. He said, to get the blanket back, but I think he wanted to be sure I was actually doing what I said I was.
Well, Hubby’s little affair with the kitchen cabinet was a bit more than we thought. He has a mild concussion, and two black eyes. He hit the back of his head on the corner of the cabinet, then smacked his face on the floor.
Late yesterday afternoon, the doctor’s office called to say his culture was positive, so its officially pertussis. The doctor was sure it wasn’t. He asked if I was hearing hoof beats.*
I’m not happy about having pertussis, but I am happy about being RIGHT 
Now, we just have to count down the 4 to 10 weeks we have left to cough.
- Reference to the novel The House of God “When you hear hoofbeats past the window, think horses, not zebras”
The good eye is blue, and the red is very real. I’m seriously thinking about having the bad eye removed, and maybe a glass one put in. Then we can call her Sandy or Sammy.
My guess is she weighs about 15 lbs. I’m sneaking her in to the YMCA tonight so I can weigh her on the men’s room scales.
I have to say, Bobbio, I absolutely love that dog. I bet she’s a real sweetie. And I would get a kick out of freaking my friends out with the Dog With One Red Eye. insert scary music here
But I have a cat that weighs more than her. 
That was just Veteran’s Day weekend, 10% on all purchases. Roundboy told me about it Friday, and I went there with a big list o’things. But they only had a basin wrench on my list of things, so I ended up saving $1.60 on one item. They didn’t even have insulation blankets for water heaters, can you believe/
I love Happy Endings!!
When I got home from cat-sitting this morning, the big Dobie was still in the yard next door, so I called Animal Control. I spoke with a lady I know (from when I worked at the Humane Society) and she gave me the number of the owner of the dog. I called her and she immediately came over to get her dog! She had been so worried - apparently the male “mutt” Animal Control picked up yesterday is a “runner” and the Dobie follows him, and they had been missing for a week. We have no idea how they ended up here, because home is several miles away. It was so great to see the reunion, and restores my faith in human nature - I was so afraid the dogs had been abandoned!