Ooh! ::grabs popcorn and lube::
::ditches popcorn:: 
Tigs, I imagine your other fingers as cheerleaders while your left thumb is trying to run a marathon. “Here, have some water! Keep going!” I’d be SOL if I needed to use my left thumb to type (I’m trying it right now and it’s messing up all my other typing too.)
{{{**rigs **& **smarty **& spaz}}}
Being a relative newly wed, I’ve got to ask - did the various clueless men develop the cluelessness over time or were they always that way and you got tired of dealing with it? 'Cause KeithT’s really good about being supportive (most of the time… he sometimes misses the signals for “I need some space. Leave me alone!”), and I’m hoping that it’ll stay that way. Even if I’m bitchy on a semi-regular basis. (Generally during those times when I want to be left alone.)
That’s a really nice apartment you’re building, FCM! Looks like it’s got lots of space and that they’ll be able to have their “own” place there. You’re a good mom/MIL!
First off, here’s the designated trout to smack beebs with. Something tells me we’d better keep it handy. :dubious:
Doggio, you’re cute, if somewhat suicidal! I’m sure that anybody suffering from dizziness should be as far from me as possible in the next couple months because I’m sure I won’t help it a bit!
Bobbio, as a friend I’d offer to kiss it and make it all better but well, what with the sweat and all–just no… 
Also, what Doggio said–and wash your hands afterward, mister!
Rigs, how are things on the home front?
DoRe, how you feeling? Don’t even pull a beebs on us, there’s plenty of trout left over! Didja see the size of that thing?
Pugs, that’s what I’m sayin’–fuck love anyway. I’ve told Himself on numerous occasions that if given a choice of a man who loved me to distraction but treated me rudely (you know, Himself!) and one who didn’t love me but who always treated me with perfect courtesy, I’ll take the manners every time. Because someone with bad manners can’t make you feel truly loved, and no one with good manners would ever make you feel unloved. I think I’m on to something here.
Oh, update on OKCupid–apparently an 80 YO guy in Canberra and a guy in Russia think I’m cute. Ooooo-KAY! Do people really do this transcontinental getting-to-know-you stuff? What’s the point? I guess I’m an old fashioned girl or something but I can’t fall in love/lust with just a mind because if a guy doesn’t smell right to me or look right it just ain’t gonna happen.
Also the 22 YO is still hangin’ in there, but somebody needs to hip Junior that Grandma’s aren’t up IMing long after midnight!
Additionally some dude here in town sent me a message,a woo and added me to his favorites before I ever hit the inbox–stalker, maybe? Possible axe murderer? 
Who knew internet dating could be so fraught? snerk He sounds way too earnest/old and has a Kenny Rogers level beard which is kinda “meh.”
**Tigs, **that’s just :eek: :eek: :eek: !! Apnea, really? I had no idea…
I know this will get BonkeyDear all in a lather, <snerk> but I did take a shower at the Y after I was done working out. Yes, CB, there were other nekkid men there. No, we did not snap each other with towels.
There was no sweat involved when I did my clinical bit. Youd’ve been safe…
Taxi, in the case of Himself it’s less a case of cluelessness than it is that he’s damaged and can’t/won’t get help to repair himself. He knows his anger issues are tearing us up but rather than address it, admit to someone that he has a problem and GET HELP with it he finds it easier just to blame it all on me being a bitch and MAKING him act that way. He has Olympian levels of ability to deny stuff–he’s had high blood pressure all his life but refuses to get anything done about it even when he did have ready access to health care–he prefers to just never allow anyone to take his BP :rolleyes: (for those health care professionals out there, I’m talking a normal resting BP in the 180/130 range.) In spite of the HBP he refuses to quit smoking, even after his identical twin came down with MS (making Himself’s percentage chances of also contracting it go up to 30% as opposed to only 4% for regular siblings) and knowing that smoking is another risk factor for MS. He’s ignored his dental health all his life and is really paying the price for it now.
He has a weird combination of denial, fatalism/martyr and accuser/blamer going on–everything’s either nonexistent/unimportant or somebody else’s fault until it isn’t and then he just says “well, I guess I must bear this cross that the world has pushed upon me” and proceeds to make me responsible for how he feels. My opinion is that it makes more sense to head shit off at the pass before it gets critical, but if in spite of best efforts it all still goes pear shaped then it’s time to shrug, say “well, whaddaya gonna do?” and cope as best I can while maintaining as cheerful an outlook as possible. WTF good does assigning exact percentages of blame do you, anyway? That’s backward thinking and homie don’t play dat.
Basically my best advice is not to take anything too seriously, talk stuff over as soon as it becomes a problem, arrive at a mutually agreeable compromise and then stick to it. Never fight over stuff in the past–if it keeps coming up it means you didn’t deal with it effectively the first time. Don’t withhold affection because your partner has displeased you in some way because affection is necessary to life and there are plenty of people out there willing to make up the gap. Don’t ignore problems hoping they’ll go away because they won’t. Never say never, never say always. Address the behavior, not the person–“you’re acting like a retard” is not semantically equal to “you’re a retard.” With that in mind, don’t name call because names can hurt regardless of the kindergarten chant to the contrary. You should both be able to discuss any and every problem you have, regardless of how unimportant/dumb/silly one of you might think it to be. If it’s important to one of you it’s important to both, never forget that for a minute.
Also, don’t let things build up to critical levels before you try to find a solution–that’s one of our biggest problems and it came about because he’s not open to discussion on anything he doesn’t want to talk about and I’m not pushy enough to insist on it. That is, until I can’t stand it anymore and a tsunami of pissoff comes raging out of me. It’s impossible to arrive at a mutually beneficial solution when there’s a backlog of issues and slights raging out in a torrent. It’s like housework–clean it up as it happens and you’ll never wake up some day looking at the level 50 squalor in your house and realize it’s so much easier to burn the fucker down than it would be to clean it up…
Howdy Y’all! I’ve been a productive bear. Last night was spend the night night and it was well… 
We went to breakfast early this mornin’ cause ol’ y’all know who had to be at work by 7:30. I came back to da cave and started on work stuff. I took a “break” at 10:00 and mowed. Yeah, I really know how to break don’t I? I mowed my front and back yard and the neighbor’s back yard. See, I always mow a strip of their yard which is actually mine cause it’s four feet inside my property line. Well, today, I just couldn’t stop myself. I mowed the whole back. She’ll be glad. This is the neighbor whose husband has AD so she has to take care of everything. I do this from time to time just to be nice. I’m a good neighbor.
Ok, to all you havin’ relationship problems, I hope things work out for the best whatever that may be.
Beebs glad to see ya back. I hope whatever happened doesn’t happen again and that a reason is found. Also, do not be mean to hospital staff. Ever. Hear me, young man? :dubious:
BBBobbio no need for comments from me bein’ as cb has said all that needs to be said.
donkeybear money and sex are both good things. I don’t think I need to elaborate there either.
Ok, back to work. I need to finish stuff up. Tonight we’re havin’ supper at IHOP cause ol’ y’all know who is still hankerin’ for it.
Bye Y’all!
Update on the self-hatred:
Mainly it’s because I’m tired of being 50 lbs. overweight. Thanks Zoloft/Prozac. You can go join Prednisone in the “go fuck yourself” pile over there. The one that’s on fire. (Note: No longer on any more mental health meds. For the weight gain issue plus they didn’t work and made me have “spells”.)
I lost 25 lbs last year from May-October, but that was a huge drop in a little time due to depression, not eating, not having any money to eat, and overdoing it on the workouts (walking the dog every morning for an hour, hitting the gym every weekday for an hour, have I mentioned that this was during the “not really eating” stage?). This year, not so much. I’m getting back into a reasonable workout schedule (30-45 minutes a day, plus walking up four flights of stairs every weekday–the elevator’s broken once already this summer) and I’m eating more balanced meals. But I’m just tired of being fat. I see pictures of what I looked like five years ago and I hate myself for not looking like that anymore. I think I’m going to have to cover up my mirrors, it’s getting that bad.
Plus I hate summer. Always have, always will. That’s not helping anything.
Vent off. Going to play Neopets while I’m on the desk. I’m taking a day off from thesisin’ to let some things gel. And from working out–I didn’t sleep much last night and I pulled a muscle in my thigh from yoga. Not bad, but it pulls a bit.
Whew! I read all five pages, and giving hugs and laughs and fives to those who need it. Sorry, a lot happened in the last five pages!
Glad everyone liked the OP, it was more gracefully written, but someone shut the durned computer off in the middle. So it was written on the fly. Loved the stories about everyone’s dads too. Good and bad, they’re our dads.
I’m working more efficiently than I thought I would. Most everything is unpacked except living room stuff, we still have to get two coats of poly on the floor. And my craft room, still have about a 1/4 of that to move, and I want to wait until it’s all over there before I lay everything out.
I made faux swiss steak last night in the crock. I tenderized the hell out of some tough ranch steaks, cut into pieces, threw in the crock with some gravy and better than boulion (?) let cook for five hours, took gravy mix out, thickened it, made mashed taters and green beans, and dinner was done! Woo! Prep time twenty minutes, and very therapeutic hammering on the meat. I even sang Maxwell’s Hammer while doing it.
Went to the Dr. I’ll be having the ultrasound next month, we’ll see if the Tadpole’s male or female. And I picked a date, November 4th. Mark your calenders! Woo! I’m down ten pounds though, I’ve been craving good foods thus far, fresh fruit and veggies. I need to put on a pound in the next three weeks. Hmm. I’ve got the extra cushion, dunno.
Tonight for dinner we’re having BLT’s, cause I’m craving them a LOT. And I’m making strawberry shortcake for dessert.
And OH!
The Sonic opened! I went the second day it was open. I LOVE the skating hops! I giggled like a schoolgirl. MMM, watermelon slushie and onion rings. Give me MOAR! I’ve been wanting this for years, having been teased by commercials on the dish but having to drive to Kokomo (No, really, there is on about an hour and forty five minutes from me.) to get some.
I’ll try to be back tomorrow, DSL is running out this week, and I have to change my emails. Verizon doesn’t know if I’ll be able to get it at the new place, so dial up looks like a possibility. Raugh! And the kids are going to vacation bible school this week, so I have to bus them back and forth.
Rigs, hugs to you. Did your daughter make it to Boston at least?
beebs, I’m glad you’re back and I really hope they find the root cause of your seizure. In the meantime, you better start being a cooperative patient, dammit. Yes, no one likes being in the hospital, but let these folks do their jobs.
I’m gonna whup your ass if don’t start being cooperative!
Hugs to **Spaz ** too, hang in there girl!
I stayed home today. I’ve spent the last several days in a state of utter exhaustion.
Between my daughter’s graduation and all the stuff leading up to it, my son’s stuff for end of year 9th grade, work, and life in general, I’ve been running a million miles an hour.
Yesterday, it hit me really, really hard. After attending my son’s award ceremony, where he received the Academic Achievement and Presidential Scholar award, plus some award for English due to his writing, grades, and other things, I rushed to the tux store to return his rental tux. Then, I rushed into work.
As I was trying complete some changes to a database, I kept literally nodding off. Because of that, I had to check and re-do several entries. At this point, I got up to go outside and have a smoke in hopes it would wake me up. It helped a little bit, but not much.
After work, I rushed home, changed, and then rushed off to the Y for my workout. God, I was so, so tired and the workout seemed so damn hard. After working with the weight machines, I went to the bikes for the first half of my cardio workout. I nodded off while I was pedaling. I managed get about 7 miles done on the bike. After that, I ran two miles around the track.
Anyway, I came home utterly exhausted. I don’t usually feel that way after working out. I went to bed just before 10:00 pm. I woke up this morning and was stumbling around and dizzy. AT this point, I said screw it, and called in. I slept until about 9:30 or so this morning.
We’ve got someone coming to look at our boat today. I hope he buys it. He already asked my husband if we were going to come down any on price, but my husband said probably not much. We’re asking a very reasonable price for it.
Keep your fingers crossed for us.
I should get myself cleaned up.
You’re a good neighbor, Swampy. But we knew that already.
Welcome back, Tagfree! And tell the Tadpole to wait a couple of extra days. I have it on good authority (mine) that November 6 is an excellent day for a birthday.
Spaz, I look at photos of myself in my 20s, when I weighed mumble mumble pounds less than I do now, and I barely look like the same person. I understand completely. One of these days I’ll want to lose the weight enough to actually do it; I keep telling myself that. But in the meantime, I’ve learned to not look at myself in full-length mirrors!
Okay, apparently I’m starting to reprogram my brain. I am now reaching the stage of being able to type entire phrases at times without having to think about using my left thumb, but the second I think about it I get all tangled up. And I’m sometimes getting confused about which thumb to use. I know that going from automatic to confused doesn’t sound like progress, but in this case it definitely is! So I shall keep struggling along. Back to the thrilling roundtable. Where they’re not only talking about using Six Sigma, but using Stage-Gate™ processes. :smack:
I didn’t buy cake.
I did buy Very Expensive Cheddar (six years old. Yum) and a peach-coconut crumble. And foccacia. You should be sort of proud of me, because I did stand in front of the huge slab cakes, thinking, “I wonder if I could eat the whole thing before it went bad?”
Dinner will be mac’n’cheese, and I’ve promised Mum that on Friday I’ll make cinnamon buns to fatten up Dad.
Ugh, is there no escape from this? I am supposed to attend Green Belt training for Lean Six Sigma. I’ll probably go sometime next fall or winter. That’s assuming we can find a project for me to work on that will be blessed by our General.
My boss is the deployment director here and is currently in her second phase of Black Belt training.
You know, if this was something that would stick around for a good, long while, I could see putting money into this. However, the cynic in me sees this going the way of TQM.
I don’t understand why we need a “process” with gates for finding ways to save money, become more efficient, and serve our patients and other customers better.
I guess I’m a simple person, because I just want to cut right to the chase. Determine what’s broken or needs improvement, find a solution/solutions, get approval from chain, implement. What’s so hard about that?
Sorry, ranting again.
I taped a banana peel today. Beat that for odd requests at work.
I screwed up my medications last night and took them two hours late. I dithered about when to take them this morning, but went ahead and took them on time. That was a mistake. Apparently, when they say 12 hours apart, they mean 12 hours apart. So I was shaking, dizzy, having hot and cold spells, and in a state of confusion. Yes, those are symptoms of overdose, but they passed. No, I won’t do that again. A couple of :smack: for me.
I was dithering about when to go to Sacramento for my conference this weekend, and I’ve decided to drive up Friday, rather than tomorrow night. I’m not going to even attempt to do the whole thing, since I’m mainly going because a friend of mine is the new region president. I could have been in Big Sur, but no, I’m going to Sacramento instead. Envy me.
Um, why, Shadow? Why did you tape a banana peel?
I’m back from getting my hairs cut. I got about 6 inches cut off. I think I like it.
Shadow taped a banana peel? What do you do for work?
LiLi good restraint on the cake! I made cinnamon rolls last week. mmmmm
Video, audio or adhesive?
That was my first thought too! HEE!
I’m through workstuff for the day. YAY!!! Ima go put on presentable in plublic clothing shortly and head over to ol’ y’all know who’s place. Currently I am sitting around in a nightshirt. I don’t think that’s acceptable even by IHOP standards.
Ok, off to get presentable and go.
Later Y’all!
Oh, and how could I forget ticker or red?
Duct almost warrants its own category.
Blue duct tape. I was putting tape on “garbage” for our Take Your Kids to Work (But Leave Them with HR & the Assistants) Day. This year’s theme is eco-something or other. Hence, I had to mark the “garbage” for the kids to find in the park.
Thanks for the advice, Smarts. I think we do most of that stuff pretty well, at least so far. And we bought a house together without wanting to strangle each other so I think that’s a good sign. I just worry because my parents have a never-talk-until-it’s-shouting kind of marriage, and I don’t want to end up like that. I don’t know what they were like when they first got married so I worry that, while things are good now, that we’ll end up like that later. But I think we’re both conscious of those kinds of things, and we do try to talk out problems. And he’s good about trying to be understanding and giving me a hug when I’m upset. So I think he’s a genuine Good Guy. 
I really don’t like the stay until 6 Mon-Thurs so we can get out at noon on Friday thing. I mean, yeah, I like getting out at noon on Friday, but the extra hour just kills me during the week. Bleh.
We’ve got a vendor that keeps forgetting to encrypt data - including customer names and addresses - before posting it to their ftp site. ARGH! Don’t they know the Deep Shit they could get in if something happened with that data?? I think this outdoes yesterday’s vendor stupidity.
