He was a kidder, wrapped in a wordsmith, inside a nutritious powdered breakfast… but he was ours.
I trust he’s well.
I’m not a MMPer, but I miss Rue, too.
StG
I’ve relayed messages and a link to this thread to Rue and offered to relay a message back. From what I can tell (I see him at **Skip’s **place and on LJ), he’s well, just busy with work and growing boys and such.
GT
Nice OP, Puggy! Rue was well and truly gone by the time I showed up in the MMP, but I have read some old threads of his, and it seems like he was a hoot!
Today (well, about 4 hours in the middle of it) was a baby-free shopping day. I bought such exciting things as bras (4 nos.) and socks (3 pair), as well as getting my eyes tested and paying a deposit on my new frames and lenses ($450 total - ouch!). Unfortunately, my vision is pretty crap, so I have to pay the extra money to get the hi-index plastic lenses, which account for half of the total expense. I did however get a couple of sets of free daily disposable contact lenses, to keep for our next special occasion! All in all, a good day. I have been dying for some time to go bra shopping for months, as after I stopped [TMI]lactating[/TMI], my boobs haven’t quite fit into any of my old bras. So, yay for new undergarments!!!
Back to work tomorrow after nearly a week off for illness and public holidays. My sinuses still haven’t cleared and my left ear is still blocked, so I may need to go see the ENT surgeon! 
I deem this a good MMP. I also pray for the day of Rue’s return.
I also apologize for the time I threatened to shave my girlfriend’s cat because she said she was spending the night at her friend’s house even though I had met the friend before and I actually liked the cat so I did shave it’s head at least. So there.
I knew he.
Well, not in the Biblical sense. Although I’m sure he’s quite lovely in bed and all. And not in the sense that I ever met the guy or anything.
But I did read his posts; and I think we exchanged e-mails once or twice.
Morning all!
I would have slept in later but I always feel guilty if I stey in bed past 10. Something my mom instilled in me by insisting I get out of bed at 9am every morning, regardless of whether it was a school day or vacation day. Gee, thanks Mom.
Speaking of moms, I read your post in the other MMP, Taters. It reminded me A LOT of stuff I did just a few years ago. I had very strict parents and a 10pm curfew IN COLLEGE, during my freshman year, and it didn’t loosen up until senior year and after I’d taken two trips to Europe by myself. :eek: Anyway, I was very resentful at the time, but I got over it - and look, I’ve even turned into a semi-respectable member of society. 
Your daughter will be grateful for her upbringing one day.
Dotty, new undergarments are always fun. The other day when I was shopping at V’s Secret, I saw this little frilly babydoll slip that was on sale for like, $11. :eek: I was SO TEMPTED to buy it, but it wasn’t practical at all (and really, the point of frilly and uncomfortable underwear is usually to show it off to someone, and I don’t have a “someone” right now), so instead I just got a cotton long-sleeved top to lounge around in. It’s comfy but it shows a lot of cleavage. Seriously, 90% of the stuff at V’s Secret is designed with men in mind.
Off to devour muffins.
I used to occasionally post in the MMPs when Rue was doing them, and always read them with great interest and amusement. I was away for a while, during which time he left, and with one thing and another I haven’t been following the board like I used to. But I may be around more now.
welby definitely exists. He brought me cookies and candy and stuff. And welbywife really, certainly exists. They’re both awesome.
I regret never meeting Rue, I know he’s met gt, and gt’s met Haze, and I’ve met Haze… therefore they’re all real.
Woot. Nat slept between one and four, and five and eight-thirty. We both (all three?) feel human today, and I’m eating Nigella Lawson’s chocolate hazelnut cake for breakfast. Other Quasi-Daughter brought it and homemade mac’n’cheese on Saturday. Bless people who bring food.
Oh, Special1, the girls holding the kidlet in Driving Husband’s pics are QD’s best friend, and Dishwashing Husband’s girlfriend. Both of whom got incredibly squeally, and spent the whole visit fighting for possession.
Mmm, flourless chocolate cake for breakfast.
Oh, Dotty, thank you for the idea of the sleep sack that you use for Noor. I made two for Nat, and he lives in them. I’m making another today. When he’s not going outside I can put him in a onesie and the sack, and he’s warm, cosy, and easy to change. I love it. I think it’s going to become my standard baby shower present.
I sat across from Rue at Watson Brother’s Brewery during OKiDope. He had some entertaining stories to tell. One of them was about his stint as a dog groomer in (I think) Indiana. He said he groomed Tom Griswald’s dogs (from Bob and Tom fame), and commented that Tom was a complete jerk. 
I was still in lurker mode back when ** Rue DeDay** was a regular poster, and I was an irregular reader of the MMP.
I just approved the printing of the Lunar New Year invitation. Makes me a little nervous, since we’re on such a tight deadline (they were going out next Friday, but now they have to go out *this * Friday), but I’m sure we’ll pull it off. I guess I have to resign myself to being covered in gold dust for the rest of the week.
G’mornin’ 'n stuff. It’s been a bitterly cold weekend up Tronna way, with temperatures hitting -12°C and ridiculously gusting winds that made it feel closer to absolute zero. It’s still pretty cold out, but at least the wind has largely blown itself out, so the frigid temps are marginally more survivable.
I also became a blogger yesterday. Okay, it’s for a new upstart site and it’s pretty niche, covering news of the iPhone and iPod Touch development and stuff, but it’s fun so far. I’m a full-fledged editor ‘n stuff, so I can be evil and edit the site owner’s posts if I want to. But I won’t, because I’m a nice freakin’ guy, dammit. I’m a Mumper, how can I not be?
I never did get to know Rue but I suspect I missed out on some fun stuff. Anyone who can make pet excretions fun to read has my vote.
LiLi - Flourless … cake? Wouldn’t that just be icing and cocoa powder mixed in with butter, eggs and sugar? Kind of a chocolate-butter pudding, really, which is simultaneously intriguing and revolting.
Hank - I couldn’t possibly feel guilty if I slept past 10. In fact, if I have the opportunity, I consider it my civic duty! I mean, if I don’t have my rest, what good will I be if I am suddenly called upon to save the universe? Such things need to be given due consideration, you know.
Moooom - Trade you your brisk weather for my OH MY GOD WHERE ARE MY LEGS? I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGS weather.
Mmkay, time to finish lunch.
Yeah but what if you needed to save the world at 10:30am and YOU MISSED IT because you were sleeping?!?!?!?!?!?111111!1
I have a random urge to move to England. Someone hit me over the head and make me come to my senses.
Well, global threats will just have to wait 'til I’m damn good and ready to save the world from them, won’t they? Plus, it’s just plain rude to threaten mankind’s existence before I’ve had my morning coffee. I mean, a little consideration here, please.
Two words: Nanny State.
Two more words: Warm ale.
You’re welcome.
::Checks map::
::Realizes England is a lot closer to Tel-Aviv than Chicago is::
::Guards **Haze **against anybody trying to hit her over the head…::
What’s 9 AM in bed? Not with two dogs there ain’t no such thing… I’m holding out for the (nearing!) day I can tell the kids that they get to take the dogs out Saturday morning!
**LiLi **-- *Dishwashing *husband? Methinks I missed a member of your Male Pantheon!
Oh, and I’m pretty sure **Rue **is imaginary, and as all of you claim to have a chain of proof-of-existence to him, I deem all of you imaginary as well! :eek: I mean, it’s not like I’ve met any of you, is it?
Demonpup
Oh daddy on this may I chew?
On a toy are you best to teeth.
Oh daddy, is this where I poo?
To astroturf please do bequeath.
Oh, but I want to play with you!
Bed-covers I am now beneath…
Daddy I think tis time to wake,
Mischievous things, I may partake.
Good morning everyone. I’m finally up for good this time.
It’s cooooold out this way too. To accompany the cold temps, we have quite a stiff breeze going too. Lovely, just lovely.
I miss Rue’s stories too. He did make the grossest things sound funny, but also loved the stories about his kids, and his garden gnomes, and well, all of them, I guess.
I don’t know how to get to **Skip’s ** board, so I can’t see him there.
**welby ** is real. I’ve met him and his lovely wife. His wife is a hoot! I really liked her. welby is also a very nice guy. I’ve met FCM and Swampy, so they’re both real too, and absolutely awesome people.
Haze, why on earth would you want to go to the land of (hearay) bad socialized medicine, warm ale, (hearsay) bad teeth, and constant post nasal drip?
My daughter is downstairs this morning, but she’s not very talkative. The punishment (I don’t like that word, there’s gotta be a better one) we’ve imposed feels hard on us too. I don’t like denying her accesss to her friends and social life. Ah well, we’ve got to stick to our guns.
Well, I should hit the shower.
I’m just here to skim and be subscribed. More later this evening.
Wow, Rue sounds like a pretty cool guy. Wish I’d been here at the same time as he was.
Not as cold here as in other places, but I heard tonight’s low temp will be 38 degrees. For SoCal, that’s cold.
Already caffeinated, and so is my kid - she and the Diva snuck cans of Coke while I was in the bathroom and sis (Diva’s mom) was at the gym. Now the Princess is having her Lucky Charms. I know I’m in for a day of sugar-induced insanity, but it’s a holiday, so what the hell.