Given the status of this coming Monday, bonus points if you post while still drunk. The Mods love it…
Hey c’mon, we just want to make you feel welcome 
What’s better than to know you have an audience awaiting your stories?
According to the USScareWays website, VunderKind is in the air and on the way to Charlotte. Between dreaming of his (awesome to be) visit, fire trucks, and fighting with Loki because he kept trying to poach my spot in bed, I didn’t get much sleep. ::yawn::
Well, it’s back to work for a couple of days. I really should have went to bed earlier last night, 'cos I woke up feeling like I needed about three more hours to feel halfway human. Meh … nothing coffee can’t fix. I also brought my new Tim Horton’s mug and some Timmy’s French vanilla cappuccino to work, so I’m pretty much set. (I’m not even sure if that powdered stuff has caffeine in it, but it’s good so it doesn’t really matter.)
One thing that would have been good this morning, though, was if Mississauga Transit would have clarified how it defines “holiday” from most of the rest of the country. Most of the country, for example, considers the 27th to the 29th or 30th to be normal working days – weekends notwithstanding. Mississauga Transit, however, seems to consider the period between December 24th and January 1st as one big holiday. This was most in evidence in the fact that Route 202S, my normal daily express route, wasn’t running. I could have caught the regular Route 19S, which would have taken longer, but I was expecting the 202 to show up shortly after the 19 left, as was the natural order of such things. When it didn’t show up at its appointed time – indeed, when nothing showed up for the next 15 minutes, I had to assume that they were still on holiday hours, which meant 202 was out of service, so I had to catch the next 19, which meant I was a full 20 minutes later than I wanted to be. Not late for work by any means – I give myself a half-hour buffer for such things, so I have time to pop in to the local megamarket to pick up a bit of fruit and a coffee – but still late enough that I had to rush through getting my morning staples. Grr. Stoopit public transit.
Why is everybody simulposting all of a sudden?
In many countries, companies give boxes with foodstuffs (and alcohol… I don’t drii-iiiiiiink!) to their employers.
I don’t have this year’s inventory, which anyway is minus “my” box, but from last year I remember:
- five bottles of brandy. The best one came in a Dali-designed bottle and was handed over to the grandparentals to empty and return, it’s now a decoration piece in Lilbro’s house. Next-best and still something with a lot of figures in the price if you buy it in the supermarket went to a friend who actually drinks cognac at home. The other three bottles joined Navamom’s Secret Ingredients.
- two bottles of scotch, one of bourbon. One bottle of scotch to a friend who likes it. The other two, more for the stewpot. It’s amazing how good a 12-year Chivas is for tenderizing stew.
- three boxes of marzipan figurines. Plus! A batch of SiL’s Mom’s homemade marzipan :smack: Nobody at home likes marzipan! At least by now we have enough confidence to tell her that “none of us really does, actually” when she wondered how can Middlebro not like marzipan.
- three boxes of “hard” turron; three of “soft” turron; over a dozen “modern” turrones (fruity marzipan, chocolate…). The boxes call turron nougat, in English. Plus a batch of SiL’s Mom’s homemade guirlache, which to our taste should have more solid caramel in between the almonds.
- a three-kilo bag of brazilian candy (received in Costa Rica)
- a kilo of canadian apples (also CR)
- a box of nicaraguan cookies (also CR)
- seven bottles of wine that joined both Navamom’s list of Secret Ingredients and her winerack. She shouldn’t even touch alky, since her liver is pretty shot and several of her daily meds go there as well, but I won’t be able to stop her unless I can find a judge that gives me powers to tie her to the bed.
As Lilbro once remarked “sometimes I kind of wish we had a diabetic relative we could use as an excuse to gvie away some of the stuff, I think I’m getting high sugar just from looking at that pile.”
No, no, no! I claimed next Monday weeks ago! I figure I’ll be the only person sober enough to put up an MMP that’s actually, you know, coherent.
Next Monday’s MMP is MINE, I tell you!
LemO can have the 8th, how about?
And lest you missed my insistence on wanting next Monday (since I gave up an earlier date for Taxi, who then was too busy being newly married to do her week 
), here’s a further comment:
I wanna do it! It’s MINE, MINE, MINE!!!
A coherent MMP? Why break tradition now? :dubious:
Once upon a time, in addition to our Christmas bonus check (which they always tell us not to expect, that they might not be able to give those out this year, but in 25 years they haven’t skipped a one) we used to get a bottle of scotch (usually JWRed), a bottle of vodka (Smirnoff), a lovely panetone, and a turkey. Yes a frozen turkey in the 14 to 20 lb range. The consumables stopped in the early 90s b the checks still come.
**Lemm ** - the MMP is the perfect opportunity to tell us the dogs plus mobile home story.
Let’s let Lemme and Tony’s Mom fight it out for the honors.
Yup, that’s my redhead. And I guess you’re right on the Dave Foley thing. Cool.
I’m at work and totally unmotivated. There’s stuff I could do, perhaps even stuff I should do, but nothing that I absolutely have to do. So the motivation has completely tanked.
Sorry **Mama Tigs ** for taking your earlier MMP date and then not following through. The honeymoon addled my brain! 
Chick fight?
That’s fine by me, if no one has already volunteered for the 8th.
Whew, dodged that bullet! (Actually, I had a sneaking suspicion after Rosie mentioned it yesterday, so I have one ready to go. Yes, I’m an overachiever like that.)
Somebody set up the Thunderdome. Two cool kids enter, one cool kid leaves.
er, Lemm? I suggest a new strategy. [del]let the wookie win[/del] Let **Mama Tiger ** have it.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much simulposting ever!
Rosie, how’d you like my nuts? <snerk>
mmm - yummy - nice and round and firm . . . and crunchy
Nava -but I must UNdecorate. #1 son was born Jan 9, and I always vowed that his bday wouldn’t be overshadowed by Xmas. Plus, I start school again soon-best to do this when there is help at home.
Off to shelve books for awhile-y’all behave while I’m gone-y’hear?
OK, so… Tony’s Mom is on for next week and LemmO for the 8th, yes?
Sorry MamaTigs, can I blame the bear? Or just my own hybernation, which I’m already blaming for having more typos in a single day than I usually make in a whole week?