**SCL ** - if your sweetie won’t let you take it, my sweetie says he will! He’s been wanting a Cornish Rex forever. Of course, Miss Brandy may not agree with him…
I’m related to your madre? :eek: How and why? Oh, god-has it happened? have I crossed over that line and now I remind other people of their mothers ?
<cringes in corner>
Since we are relating our menu choices for dinner, I had smoked sausage and a sort of cheesy rice thingy. Off to do another paper for you know what…
Take heart rigs, you remind me not a bit of my mother.
Now, my Aunt… 
Dinner for me is [del]sleep[/del] leftover pizza and re-heated jalapeno poppers.
While I sit on the couch and get some work done. Have I mentioned how I hate meetings, because they make more work, and take more time in which you might actually get that work done?
Yeah, I hate meetings. They should die.
I second that motion, MBG. I’d get ever so much more done without meetings.
I think it was that bossy moment, rigs. But thanks for backing me up on the rules! (Although I notice Shoshana’s ignoring us.)
Tired. Trying to clean up. Watching Veronica Mars, season one, again, while cleaning and organizing. Tres fun.
So far, dinner has been yogurt (blueberry, I think). I’m considering the next course, but I’m not very hungry. Had a big, yummy lunch. Veggie platter with polenta. Included eggplant parmigiana, green beans, spaghetti squash. Very filling.
Hey, ems, we had a question for you last week: are you leaving because you have an offer or just because you don’t like it?
I’m pretty sure a Chocolate Providing Husband is a necessity, LiLi. So is tonight the new and different RCIA?
Glad you’re getting undizzy, Puggy.
I’ve read all of the MMP, but I know there are parts that didn’t sink in. Hi everyone. Back after I finish cleaning up some more…
GT
Just before Attacks Husband came over for a walk, I almost destroyed Mr. Lissar’s martial arts journal trying to kill a demon-bug (common house centipede) with it. I busted a pen. The bad news is that I didn’t kill the bugger, so it was all for nothing, and there’s a two-inch frickin’ centipede somewhere.
I’m going to sleep curled in a ball under all the blankets. I hate centipedes.
I must be a mother–I forgot completely about the bossy moment. (except to me, that was humor…)
<raps MBG sharply over knuckles> Behave!
I am going to start writing my 600 word paper now. Yep-it’s 10:30 at noc and my homework is not done.
Grad school may kill me.
Anything for my fans.
Same old same old at work. Everyone except me is sick, the boss might call in, in which case I have to work, and miss the Canes game. 
I had chicken/rice/corn/tequeila stew.
:steals a slice and a pepper from MBG:
Puggy, of course we missed you. We miss all our lost MMpers(Hi scout,Ex,Bumba,welby,Ashes[sup]2[/sup], and everyone we missed!)
SCL, I drove a mile to buy a Cornish Hen.
LiLi, the Cuban currency is a sign. You must bring me Cuban cigars and rum 
Bit of a drive by as it is late and Alistair needs sleep, but detail must be given as promised.
Back from my date and happier than I have been in quite some time. The whole night went wonderfully. She nixed the idea of Ethiopian as she does not handle spicy well, but she did note that I had thought enough about it to pick a vegetarian place. We went to a local Italian place instead and had a very nice dinner. After dinner we went back to campus and took a nice long walk and sat under a tree and watched the stars (a rare thing in Michigan). Finally we went back to my place to watch Duck Soup (the Marx Brothers movie) which she absolutely loved. And we are going out again next week glee
I was all set to congratulate Spats and then I realized it was stringed instrument guy posting about his love life. I thought you were in Colorado(?).
anyhoo, good on you re the date and all. Anyone who likes the Marx brothers is aces in my book.
I do hope that Rifty does as well on his date to be…
Off to bed, tireder than your average bear. I have a sort of paper-much tweaking tomorrow. Tis due the 5th of Nov. Night.
Thanks for the optimism swampus. I am more of a rum girl actually, and am beginning to apply it a bit more liberally. And I failed to express my appreciation to you and your fella regarding the coats, so many programs have been cut to help those in need, and it’s people like you guys who help pick up the slack. Good on you!
Allan’s is the company which makes the gag inexpensive Christmas and, in particular, Easter “chocolate”. It is nasty stuff, and I never even bought it for my kids because, well, you know that the Bunny has to sample what she puts in the baskets! I concur that dark chocolate is divine, and the best most definitely comes from Europe. Milk chocolate will do if it’s good milk chocolate, but not Hershey’s or any other kiddie candy. I always thought “white chocolate” was special, as a very young child we were taken to visit our Great-Grandmother who was an ultra chic Southern Belle, and she always made certain that there was almond bark made with “white chocolate” for my brothers and I to have as a treat. It’s good candy, it’s just not chocolate.
I won’t get all TMI on all of you, but surely I am not the only female in here who is in peri-menopause, am I? It really bites the big green weenie, if you want my opinion. In addition to all the other fun stuff, I am having bi-monthlies, after three years of no monthlies. :eek: :rolleyes: :mad:
Which brings me to another topic I have been thinking about for a bit. All of you bear-ish guys are just gonna have to skooch over a bit and admit a token female bear. Bears have been my favorite animal ever since I can remember, and they are my totem. I have bear tendencies, and right now I am a rather cranky bear.
Remember my comment on the paint? Well, the color on the walls inside the almost finished built in bookshelves is bad. I have looked at it since Sunday, in natural light it’s not bad, but since we are losing daylight rapidly and so have the lamps turned on, well, I just do not like it. I mean, the color is a pretty color, but not for the walls. So today I had skiffman break open the lightest color and begin the hall and ceiling. Then I had him paint the strip on the edge of the bookshelf…then I had him break open the darkest color for our sleeping area and put a taste of it on the wall. All I can say is it looks like a raspberry/pepto-bismol milk shake…I cannot live with this. So I now have 18 strips of paint samples (something like 104 different shades in all) taped to the wall and am trying to make some decisions, and that makes me cranky. I am about ready to give up on mauve and go green. It’s much less flattering to my skin tone, and I have a lot of house plants, but my colors are purple, green and gold, and I am not going with any gold/yellow, except as accent colors. Plus I have stuff out on the deck, covered with tarps, but it is raining, and I really don’t want things to get mildewed. Le sigh
Plus I ordered a ceiling fan online, and received a call letting me know that the model I want is out of stock. So I ordered another last Thursday, and received a phone message telling me that the shipping was $36.00 to Alaska, and the order would not be processed until I gave the okay on the shipping amount. I called last Friday and left a message, and again today. No response from the company. All I have to say about that is my fan had best be en route!
One bright spot is that we have four pumpkins to turn into jack ‘o lanterns, one of my favorite activities. Plus we’ll have a buttload of pumpkin seeds to roast, one of my favorite snacks. So it’s not all cranky in kaiwik’s cave. As a matter of fact I think I’ll make a cuppa hot chocolate and pour a slug of coconut rum in it, that always mellows the ol’ she bear out!
I admit to skimming the MMP, so insert all the appropriate responses here, please.
More updates on the paint/remodel adventure as they occur!
Turkeys have tits?
Somebody please explain this before my brain explodes!
Rigs, you want us to ask permission before we Go Places. sniff
Mom phoned me at 6:15am, saying “you’re awake, right? I’m not waking you up or anything, yes? OK, good, I couldn’t sleep, see…” Well, I’d been awake since 4am (which is too early even for me, but I’m hyper lately, gee, wonder why) but that’s still no decent hour to be calling and I told her so.
Anyway: she went to her parents’ on Monday, will be there until next Monday. Grandma received her with full surrender papers; she claimed she can barely handle her old bones, much less Gramps. Considering how hard it is for Grandma to say “help”, it means she is completely desperate.
Grandpa turned 93 on October 12; she turns 94 November 1st. He’s got no physical guts left (but a lot of grit, if you know what I mean), his hygienic habits since he got bagged are completely disgusting, and he recently was asked to do some work mentoring the youngest soccer refs. He’s been a referee since he was 20, making him both the oldest and longest-active soccer ref in the world, we think. Sometimes we say we oughta call Guinness but will do it once he’s lost his mind… don’t want it going to his head because that makes him hyper and impossible to manage. The mentoring thing did go to his head: now he’ll go everywhere as fast as he can (which isn’t very fast but still faster than Grandma) and keep pushing himself until he falls down. Yee-haw. Not. Since he’s about 5’11" and she’s about 5’3", with weights to match, she can’t lift him up.
My aunt lives closer than Mom, but she insists on sticking any visitors (long or short term) into a room that’s so tiny it’s probably illegal for it to hold two people. It’s so small that the only position in which you can get dressed without your arms hitting anything is if you’re seated on the foot of one of the beds.
Mom’s house is big enough, but she needs to do some work in the small bathroom so it can be left as “Gramp’s Bathroom - anybody else, enter at your own peril! Biocontainer suits are in the hallway closet.”
I don’t think this is gonna be fun, but it’s bound to be exciting 
Drive by before I fly away! Try not to miss me! Back Friday…
Glad you had a nice time, Al.
Well, turkeys don’t have actual mammary glands, if that’s what you’re wondering, Nava. But they have parts that are called breasts (why is that?), so there is a tendency (especially in the MMP) to refer to them with nicknames for human mammary glands: turkey tits, chicken boobs, I’m sure there’s more…
Wait, FCM, you forgot the chocolate… ::runs after FCM waving dark chocolate::
GT
Yay on the good date Al!
Y’all remember me talking about Hero? Well, as y’all can see from the link he’s the winner of Pedigree’s “Paws To Recognize” award. He got lots and lots of votes everyday. I personally stuffed the ballot box with four email addys voting each day. What? It just said one vote per day per email addy. Anyways:
YAY HERO!!!
kai there’s always room for a mama bear.
Good boy Hero!
I’m up and having coffee. I think I’ll take Wonderbeagle to the dogpark today, as soon as it warms up a little.
That’s genius. I can’t believe that’s never occurred to me. I know what I’m doing tonight.
So, the Halloween costume is almost finished, at long last. Of course, I “improvised” on some of the design, rather than stick to the sewing directions included with the pattern. This is due to the fact that they might as well be in Swahili, for all the sense they make to me. Thank Og there are pictures. but one season of Project Runway has convinced me I can make anything better than McCall’s, and I therefore go off-script pretty quick. It’s also got a lot to do with the fact that I’m lazy. 
But I made the first dress pretty much to pattern, it looks like a sack, and the stuff I’m doing with the second version looks much prettier. Of course, I decided on a good, old-fashioned sash instead of darting and putting in a zipper, because it’s easier. But hey–I’m running out of time, and I still need to sew leaves all over the sucker. Not to mention hacking five inches off the bottom so I’m not constantly stepping on it.
There seems to be a rash of dating in the MMP. First Spats, now Al. I’ll let you know if I get one. Seriously. Stop laughing.
Happy Hump-Day!
I’m hanging around the house this morning, there’s a small stream of workers dropping by to do various warranty repairs -the one year inspection repairs. I’m supposed to make it in this afternoon, but I’m feeling awfully under-motivated, we’ll have to see how that goes.
Hot chocolate and coconut rum? THAT would seal the deal, I’d be house bound all day with that sitting around here.
I foresee a cuppa hot chocolate with a generous slug of coconut rum whilst lounging in the hot tub in my near future. It just sounds too decadent not to do.
Today I get to entertain our Board of Directors with Outcomes for the past fiscal year. Oh well, at least there’s ham for lunch.
Hmmmm…
I used to be able to handle “white liquor” (colorless). Is that kind of rum colorless? I do believe I have rock chocolate at home…*
- you scrape a portion off and then dissolve it -sort’a- in milk you’ve brought to a boil and taken off the fire, to make proper breakfast chocolate, the kind of liquid chocolate that’s so thick it comes off the sides of the cup when you try to stick your toast or pastry in it. I’m sure the Chocolate Gods don’t have anything about proper breakfast chocolate being used for dinner.
Good morning everyone!
Daughter is home sick today. I’m kind of worried about her, she’s been complaining about being tired for the last couple of weeks. Today she woke up with a bad stomach ache. She’s not running a fever, or if she is, it’s very low grade. She hasn’t had much of an appetite either. The pains in her stomach aren’t sharp, but rather dull. She’s very late with her monthly, so maybe that’s the problem. I hope so.
I told her to call me as soon as she woke up and let me know how she’s doing. If she doesn’t improve, I’m taking her to the doctor. It’s rare for her to miss school, and even more rare to act the way she’s been acting.
Well, after all that work on a database I created, I have to tweak it and come up with some changes. Additionally, I had a real slap my forehead moment. Currently, the DB is pulled from another DB in the sky. I then tweaked it and added and deleted certain fields the users would need locally. Unfortunately, it lists the patients’ ages, not their DOBs. What we really require is their DOBs. I can’t believe I didn’t catch this! I am usually so anal about this sort of stuff. So, now I have to find something that’s going to list these patients and other unique identifying information, along with their DOBs, and somehow merge it with what I already have. Good luck to me!
Have a good trip FCM! I know you don’t really drink, but have a Mohito for me!
I guess I better get to work now. Damn these people expecting me to earn my money! 