How I became a sorta Buckeye: a scarlet and gray MMP

So I missed the broken teapot post…

If you’re not going to use it, I’ll second the ceramic crazy glue. If you live near a hobby shop, go in and ask for ‘gap-filling’ ACC, which is the crazy glue in question. You’ll need that, and a bottle of ‘kicker’, which is an accelerant for the glue set. Both bottles will cost you about US$5 (together). You can probably find it at a humungo craft store or china shop, too…

Put a drop on one piece of whatever is broken, stick the second piece to the first, and add a drop of kicker to the seam. Instant bond…

VWife had a rack of heirloom china cups and saucers that fell off the wall. I had this kind of glue and kicker on hand for my model building, and we fixed 23 of the 25 sets within 2 hours. You can’t tell from 3 feet away that they ever broke. The other 2 were damaged beyond repair.

Besides the heat issue, this also won’t work on a teapot for use because it won’t seal the seams, and they’ll seep. For that, try epoxy, but be sure to spread it hin and completely along the joint.

Hi all, yays, groans, sympathy, good luck, etc., all around. Yesterday was unpleasant, due to nasty side affect of my current meds. At least I made it in to work today. And, we had bagels to welcome our new co-worker, which was good, because I obviously never made it to the grocery store this weekend.

I am thankful for my physical health, good friends, snuggly kitties, a new bed, and that I haven’t spoken to my mother for 11 months. Life is so much more pleasant without her in it.

This was a practical for class last night. Wednesday is another lecture night, and next Monday we get to rip apart cars. Jaws O’ Life, baby!

Awww… how sweet! Or maybe there should be BOOM BOOM CHICKA CHICKA BOWWOW music playing in the background.

I have BellSouth DSL at home and it was fine this morning. Course it coulda been shot all to hell last night and I wouldn’t have known cause I was not on any last night. I have BellSouth DSL much to the dismay of the local cable company who thinks I should have their stuff. Like I told 'em though… once or twice a week it seems cable service is a crapshoot… I have BellSouth phone service and it always works… if the thing Mediacom touts as so wonderful (their cable service) is a crapshoot, why should I trust their high speed internet would be any better. Whenever I say that to one of their [del]pests[/del] customer representatives I get met with ::crickets:: followed by a “Thank You Sir” and a hang up. Wonder why… :smiley:

It’s my awesome handmade teapot with feet and a little fishy tail. I had it made three years ago, and it was a birthday present from my parents. I love it. I’ll look into epoxy, and ask my Dad and Lazy Husband (Art student with construction and woodworking experience) and Dishwashing Husband (carpenter) about it.
QD’s going to be so pleased to find out that so many people are interested in the state of her underwear. That sounds all kinds of bad :D.

rosie, she throws fits about any decision. She’s decision-impaired. Marriage is a big decision, and she’s been throwing fits about it on and off for eight years. No, must be nine, because they dated for the first time when she was sixteen. It’s been a long time. Seriously, she has three-hour fits about buying a $15 sweater. It took her a year to buy a really nice pair of shoes.

The things she’s worried about are- he’s messy, and he isn’t career-driven. He also has a tendency to procrastinate. Oh, and she likes travelling far more than he does. His solution to the travelling thing- go travelling with friends, I don’t care. Have a lot of fun.

Now that I think about it, Other Quasi-Daughter is decision-impaired, too. Drove me crazy last Christmas before her wedding.

Anyway, messiness isn’t a big problem, although both Mr. Lissar and I have told her to think carefully about whether having a spotless house is really important to her. If it is, although this seems silly, don’t marry him. If it’s seriously going to drive you nuts, don’t do it. For most people, it’s not a big thing- you just reach some kind of compromise, and both grit your teeth a little.

Career-oriented. I personally think she and a really career-focused guy would kill each other. She really likes that he is generally willing to drop everything to help her, and take her places, and let her use his computer, and drive her around. Conversely, he likes taking care of her.

He’s a hard worker, always employed, and very giving and thoughtful. She’s worried that he’ll be wasting his intelligence and education working not very terrific jobs. This bothers her. I think the question is, what will he be happiest doing? I don’t think it would be going to med school. He doesn’t mind having a job that’s just a job, and having his real life be his family, friends, church, and martial arts. Anyway, it’s a concern that she’s got to think about, but I think she’s going about it the wrong way, and is worried about what she pictures him being hapy doing, which isn’t the same thing as what he wants.

Procrastination- that’s something that’s likely not going to change fast, although he might grow out of it over many years. Or tone it down, whatever. It also requires careful thought. Can she stand it? Will she be able to be happy with a man sometimes puts off decisions? Is that enormous hypocrisy on her part, to be worried about it? :rolleyes: :wink:

They’re very happy together. They’ve been very happy together, on and off, for nine years. They’ve acted married for at least three.

She’s got to think about everything, but she really will avoid coming to any conclusions unless something unavoidable happens. Like a proposal. Because whatever she decides may be the wrong thing, and it’s bad enough when she makes the wrong decision about breakfast for crying out loud.
I, obviously, think they should get married, and that they’ll have no more difficulties than most happy marriages, working everything out together. But we’re all waiting, with baited breath, for the atomic explosion when she has to make the decision.

Time to put the bread in.

Ima join Bumba in being sick of this ad. Fuzzy wuzzy caterpillars. So I’m goin’ to post random things to see if it excites the googlebots. Catfish restaurants. Or at least confuse ‘em. Coconut souffle. Maybe if we all start doin’ it we’ll get rid of the obnoxious ad. Free fried dill pickle recipes. It’s really sump’n the dope shouldn’t allow. Buy household cleaning supplies cheap. I mean even if the Reader needs money, some things should not be allowed. Cheap rental housing in Loachapoka, Alabama.

Didn’t work, swampy, and I’m sick of it, too.
How about we talk about new underwear, enagaged quasi-daughters, smart kids, coconut souffle, fried green tomatoes, Thanksgiving dinner, and new mop heads.

Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate.
Puppies. Kittens.
Beer.
Free Sex!

LiLi, it’s hardly surprising that if QD can’t decide on underwear that she’s going to have trouble with decisions that actually matter like getting married! Although it’s hard to believe that she never bought some nice undies to wear for DH’s benefit. I mean it’s one thing to wear holey old underwear if no one’s going to see them, but I’d be mortified to have anyone actually see me in old undies! :eek:

That is a tough call though, whether QD should marry DH. They sound an awful lot like my ex-bf and me. He’s a major procrastinator, he’s very messy, and he’s not really into travel and the like. Now none of those things are bad in and of themselves, but in the end, they weren’t things that I could live with. If those things annoy QD, and she’s just been ignoring them and/or avoiding a breakup because it’s easier to stay with a known quantity than going it alone and trying to find someone new, that’s going to be a problem down the road. But if those are things she can live with - even if she has to complain to you about them sometimes - then they’re just like every other couple who drive each other crazy sometimes but really love each other a lot. It just depends on what’s really important to her. A clean, neat, and orderly house is important to me, and I couldn’t live with the mess. But that’s not true for everyone so if they can compromise on it, more power to them.

Anyway, I’m rambling because I’m trying to kill time until a conference call in a bit. So take it all with a grain of salt. :stuck_out_tongue:

All of my ads are for employment background checks now. They were for chocolate earlier.

Today is very slow, tomorrow will be worse, as almost everyone is taking the day off. Rumor has it that they will let us go early tomorrow, but I’ll believe it when I get the voice mail. Since we have a new managing partner this year, it’s hard to predict what he might do.

Argh! I finally went online to do my stupid career plan/goal thingy, which is due next Friday, December 1. Guess when they will be having training on how *use * said thingy? December 5 and 6. Guess when our mid-year reviews, which include results of said thingy, are? December. And remember, you can only meet expectations by surpassing all of your stretch goals!

Two punkin pies in the oven - the house is starting to smell yummerrific! I think that merits being taken out to dinner - we’ll see how **FCD ** feels when he gets home. He was late getting away from the office, so he may not want to leave again. We shall see.

I may or may not go into work tomorrow. My throat has been hurting - I CAN NOT GET SICK!!! We’ll see how I feel in the morning. I really don’t want to go in anyway, but I’m hoarding my leave.

Nothing else exciting to share. Just another day in paradise. A punkin-pie-smellin’ paradise. mmmmmmmmmmmmm

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:eek: again. What are you, psychic? I wasn’t watching TV, but I was out with #2 son, putting up the Christmas Card in the front yard. I had to drill holes in the thing first, and bolt the stakes onto it and then slam it into the ground. That last bit didn’t go so well, so that will be husband’s job. It’s up, but a stiff breeze may knock it over.

I promise to work on my paper JUST as soon as I make sweet potatoe biscuits and get the pork roast in the oven. I have set a goal for myself tonoc-5 pages or no sleep for me!

In other news: updos are pretty; I never had one, but they sure look nice. If your hair won’t stay all the way up, how about a compromise? Half up/half down-some kind of pretty braid…

Sorry I haven’t caught up with the rest of the thread, but the Paper calls!

LiLi, you had better give us an update tonight! I am not sure if I will be able to get to the internet again until Friday when I am back from visiting my parents for Thanksgiving and after that setup three days is a long time to wait for more news.

Speaking of Thanksgiving, I am, as usual, not really looking forward to it. I’ve never really been big on holidays of any vein, in fact the only reason I did anything for halloween this year (which I have summarily ignored for the last 6+ years) was because the girl I was interested in wanted me to come. Thanksgiving has always been one of my least favorites, its always been about seeing family (who I see often enough, I only live an hour and a half away from my parents and my sister goes to the same school as I do), watching football (which I have never been able to get into), and eating lots of food (which does nothing for me as I have never been a fan of any of the standard holiday meals and in general I consider eating to be a wholly utilitarian undertaking). On top of all that my father always imbues the proceedings with a religious undertone which always serves to make me a little uncomfortable. <sigh> Holidays in general are never really good times for me I guess. But I still shall go eat, watch, and enjoy the company (I do like spending time with my family, but I suppose the holiday setting just makes it feel forced even if it isn’t).

On a completely unrelated note: Have you ever had someone tell you something about yourself that you did not know, but which seems to be common knowledge?

Because appearently I look Scottish. When my gf told me this I was perplexed, it seems that before they knew my name she and her friends simply referred to me as ‘that Scottish looking guy’. After she mentioned this I asked around and several of my other unconnected friends confirmed that they has always thought so as well. I am of Scottish decent and have one of the most Scottish last names possible, but I guess it never occured to me that I look Scottish as well (and I am still a little fuzzy on what that means exactly).

It must be the tams and tartans you wear! :wink:

I must be confusing you with spats because I didn’t think you had a GF. As to the Scottish bit…well, laddie! Tis a kilt yer wearin’ (an’ I hope yer wearin’ it the way the good lord intended it to be!).

Also, your last name is McCello. I rest my case.

I am Scots descent as well, and I have no idea how I am supposed to “look”. I do look WASP, whatever that means.
Hello to all, off to work on paper.

Good girl. We’ve all been watching, you know, and you’ll get in trouble if you don’t get a significant amount of work done tonight. We’re talking grounding, young lady.

taxi, DH isn’t that messy, and he’s always great at crunch time. Of course, I’m not marrying him, so QD better make up her mind about whether she can stand his flaws. Regarding the all-important underwear situation, her other best friend just called, and we’re going out shopping on Thursday or Friday. A crisis situation has been declared.

I am patiently waiting until after the play. I hope he proposes tonight. He told me yesterday that he was definitely doing it before Christmas.

Rigs, get back in your room and start on that paper young lady! Don’t make me have to come in there! Do you want to go to the prom? Well, then, you better get crackin’ on that paper or no prom for you! Don’t stamp your foot at me! I mean it! Get in there and start workin’ on that paper NOW! Sigh Kids these days! I blame it on video games and that there internet stuff.

I am so tired of that ad, too.

I am cold and sniffly.

The painting session went quite well - the guys weren’t enthuiastic at first, but they got into it and most of them did a good job; some moreso than others. There was a lot of laughter. My player painted a farm which is kinda cool 'cause that’s what he does during the summers.

Feel better Snakes!

Fluffy tomatoes… Fried green kittens… Large angry spiders… Soft adorable armadilloes… Alligator shoes with matching earrings… Killer smurfs…

My house smells like cornbread dressing. I guess that’s cause there’s a pan of it baking in the oven. We had sketties, sallit and garlic bread for din din. Oh, and I got the giblet gravy all made for tomorrow too. I is an industrious bear. ACBG is all whiny (whinny?) cause he’s jealous that he won’t get to eat my world famous nummy dressing tomorrow. Poor baby! Maybe I can sneak him some to bring home. He’s already tried the “If I look at you with sad puppy dog eyes will you save me some” routine. Spoiled he is, I say, spoiled! Then again, it is a particularly good batch. I tasted it before adding the eggs on Sunday and it was tres yummerific! Never taste stuff after you add the eggs. It’s a rule. Ok, it’s a rule if’n it’s raw eggs like these were.

Maybe we need some quality hot tub and beerverage time. I got time while the dressing is cookin’.

rigs, we all saw that look you gave swampy. I wouldn’t put off the paper-writing any more. You know how he gets.

Prayers and good thought headed out to the Grumpuses and Puggy and Barbee, too.

Let me chime in and echo others’ sentiments: we need to know the latest developments in the DH-QD saga as they happen.

Hmmmm, not sure what would make you look Scottish, Al. You actually look kinda like one of my German friends.

Apparently my concerns about shrubbery in my garden are making it into Taters’s (Taters’?) dreams. I probably should have been seeking swampy’s advice all along. (Yes I have mad dream interpretation skillz.)

I’d like some of that punkin pie, FCM. And some of that bread, too, LiLi. CD drive is over here ----------------------------------------------->

Hi MBG. My theory is that the hamsters were celebrating Thanksgiving early and decided your post was very tasty.

There’s more, but I need to go see about dinner first.

Back later.

GT

P.S. That’s one ad I’m glad to be missing. I wonder how the heck it got into Google-world.
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