Over here, beer-that-isn’t is called “Coors.”
Dinaroozie - Hmm. This needs to be shortened. Naturally you’ll need a nickname. Dina is too obvious. Roo may get you confused with Heffalump and Roo. Doozie, perhaps? Dooz for short? Yeah, that’s easy to remember and easier to type. Welcome, Dooz!
Hee! I got Ellen to post! Awwww… what a little cutie he is! How old is he now? The lil’ boogers just grow up so fast.
rooz don’t freak out. This place really is as weird as it seems. Like FCM said, just think of this as somewhere to dump all your mental detritus. That’s what the MMP is for. It keeps us all from starting hundreds of MPSIMS threads every day to talk about whatever runs through our heads. So, the MMP is really a public service to the dope. See, harmless. Weird, but harmless. 
Yeah, it’s freezing here as well. I shall be wearing three shirts to work. Undershirt, plain white turtleneck and the uniform shirt. I have a company-issued jacket, but it’s just a windbreaker with a flannel lining - it’s not very heavy. We can only wear white under our ambo shirts, and I only have a white turtleneck and a white long-sleeve t-shirt, so I’m limited.
Luckily my boots are heavy-duty work boots and warm.
**Pugs, ** I’ve never been good at finding curtains, or ‘window treatments’ as I believe they’re called. Next time I need them, you have to go with me and tell me what to buy.
I never learned to roucj type.
WOW! Not bad! Translation: I never learned to touch type.
Winny? Is that you?
I didn’t recognize you–it’s been so long! I like what you’re doing to your hair! Have you lost weight? You look great.
Yay-Ellen popped in. Lil’ guy is kewt!
I had quite the eventful weekend and even considered an MMP about it but in the end I’m just too shy. See, I’m even typing this with my eyes open.
Saturday I went to the accupuncturist for the first time. I’m 46 and dammit things are starting to wear out already. I’ll never make my 107th birthday at this rate. Anyway, it didn’t seem to help all that much but I’m willing to give it one more treatment before I declare it quackery and go to my regular MD. I won’t bore you with the details of my pain. Some things are just too mundane.
Yesterday my daughter got baptized. Now, let me explain that I’m a confirmed atheist but my daughter has caught the jesus thing from her friends and attends this young people worship thing at a church downtown. She asked if I would attend her baptism and, while I don’t necessarily agree with her belief system, I believe in her and so I agreed to go.
My (agnostic) husband told me in no uncertain terms that if I came home “saved” he’d beat the jesus right out of me. He just really love me.
Lightening didn’t strike me (further proof IMO that there is no god). The music was really loud but surprisingly good except for the goofy jesus lyrics. When the very young minister with the awful trendy haircut got up to speak every time he said jesus it sounded like jee - ZUS which was cracking me up but of course I didn’t laugh out of respect. There was a young woman at the end of the row who was constantly mumbling in agreement of the guy speaking with the occasional loud “Amen”. She was a little out there. There’s a lot to be said about the group hysteria of these things.
The young minister made a joke about being too selfish (something je-ZUS is helping him work on) to date much and I thought, no, that dopey haircut is the reason you can’t get a date. Duh! Once again, I was forced to keep this information to myself. Too bad, he could really use some style advice.
At the end my daughter got dunked. Full immersion. I’m happy that she’s happy and that’s about it. She said she appreciated my being there.
The second young minister, the one that did the dunking, made some announcements at the end of the thing. One of the announcements was that the invisible children were in the lobby and we should stop to talk to them. I thought, if they’re invisible, how will we know where they are so we can talk to them? But it was explained to me by my ever patient daughter and her companions that he was talking about this organization which is a truly worthwhile organization and my daughter stopped and purchased a T-shirt from them.
I remain unsaved so no je-ZUS to beat out of me. Just as well. That’d mean another trip to the accupuncturist.
That’s why I like the J.C. Penney site, bibbi. They even have videos to show you how to hang the [del]suckers[/del] dang things. I just measure the wondows and then peruse the site for pretties. Sometimes I buy right from the web. Sometimes I check it out at the store, especially if I want “hands-on” inspection.
I feel like such a slacker, like I should be doing so much more to find a job and all that. But you know what? I’ve been out in the world working for twelve years. I’ve earned a few weeks of unemployment money by now. So while I do intend to search a little more today, I’m not going to knock myself out over it. The problem is that I feel I should be doing something productive rather than just sitting on my bum watching cartoons. Maybe I should go out and do something–nah, it’s cold out there. So I think I’ll job-hunt for an hour or so, take a shower, and then sit on my bum and watch cartoons. I should also tidy up the house, but I can always do that tomorrow. 
Good morning everyone!
First things first:
{{{Nava}}}. I can understand not feeling motivated to do anything. However, maybe getting out will help you to get a new perspective. At the least, it may help dull things for a bit.
Welcome, Roozie.
Welcome back to our MIAs! It’s good to see you!
Bibs, I’m glad you’re doing relatively well and are happy.
See, I never volunteer for a MMP precisely because my life is very mundane and boring. I rarely have an amusing anecdote to relate, so my MMPs would be very “blah”.
I must work now. The boss left a list of stuff he’d like to see accomplished :rolleyes: . We’ll see how much of it actually gets done.
Rigs, young lady, you get in there and write that paper! Drae, young lady, you hunt for a job and get this place cleaned up! Anybody feeling motivated?
BibKitty window treatment shopping is a chore. There. I said it. I hate doin’ it and bein’ as I’m gay and all I’m supposed to get really excited over it, but I don’t. Thing is, I need to for the dining and living rooms, but I don’t wanna.
I have an early nomination for meltdown of the week. This was… umm… interesting. See, I got this phone call from somebody looking for a certain type of polymer bag that we don’t deal with anymore. Haven’t for years in fact. When I told her this, I swear, she actually started crying over the phone. Seems she just does not know what she’s going to do if she can’t find this particular item somewhere local. Very… umm… interesting… A meltdown over polymer bags. Am I spelling polymer right? I think I am but I don’t know. Actually, I really don’t even care. Poor thing. Sounds like she could use some nerve tonic.
Did you type “polymer” with your eyes shut?
Happy Monday Afternoon, everyone… I’m playing the eyes closed game too… uh oh, I don’t know where the hyphen is… oh welll…
Franky I’m doing terribly. I had my wisdom teeth out on Friday and I have an infection and I’m still sick. It really sucks. I’m missing classs and everything. Blech.
Hope everyone stays well.
LOlives,
Christy
:: closes eyes::
I would gavr made it in thid moening but th seeger went doen,
AAAGGHH! I can’t touch type. That says: I would have made it in this morning but the server went down.
Not much happening here either. Sunshiny and very nippy - 45° or so. I’m doing laundry. I know y’all are jealous of my mundanity.
Yesterday I grocery shopped! And bought a few extras for poor waiter-son - milk was on sale for $1 a half gallon. And so was Hamburger Helper. Threw in a couple pounds of hamburger, and some chicken, and some sausage, and some taters (NOT!) and an onion… And some leftovers, too! He’s set for a while.
I’m gonna call work after lunch and talk to HR, and make sure all my paperwork is good to come back in :gulp: three weeks. I hope I haven’t forgotten everything I’ve been doing for 10 years…lol.
Oh, yeah -
Hugs for {{{Nava}}} and {{{olly}}} and anyone else who needs one --and welcome to the newbies and MIA’s…
Yeah, there’s just no way I’m typing with my eyes closed, got it? Geesh, I’m lucky to hit a key - any key with them open.
But, I got a fun “what a dummy MBG is” story.
Ok, so I had a 9 am massage, and a 10 am meeting today, so I thought “Hmm, not much happening in the office, I’ll get my workout in, then get the massage then start my day, so’s I get to just go home at the end of the day”
Yes, I often think to myself just like that.
Anyway, I go to the gym around 7, do some sweaty stuff, shower, go see Jen, get a FABULOUS massage, then my 10 am meeting. Stop back here at the office for a bit after, then run to meet my neighbor John the Cop for lunch.
I just now get back from lunch, open the Dope, and click that “User CP” link, which is usually for me the easiest way to find the MMP.
Except on a Monday when I haven’t yet posted in it, so it’s not there.
Ok, it made me feel dumber than it probably sounds.
Ok, if you’d like to believe I typed this with my eyes closed, you may.
I can sympathize, MBG. What often happens to me is I’ll scan the front page of a forum, mentally noting which threads I want to check out. Then when I reach the bottom I go back up to click on one … and I can’t find it. Now, I know it’s there because I read the name not 30 seconds previously and I haven’t refreshed or anything.
But I can’t find it. Even a one-at-a-time scan turns up nothing sometimes. There are days when I have to use Ctrl-F to locate a gorram thread name that I just read. I swear I’m going senile. :o :o
You’re not alone there, Spats. Now try doing that with a thread you started. Your own thread title. :smack:
When I get old, I’m going to be yelling, “Hey, you damn kids! Get off my … uh … y’know. That mess of green stuff you’re messing around on. With all the grass. And weeds. And … JUST GET THE HELL OFF IT.”
Well, thanks. You’re lookin’ pretty fine yourself. 
it is Monday and it is acting like it. I got a heated IM from one of the Booster Club members about the Club President. She is really trying to stir up discontent about him because she is planning to run for President at the end of the season. Little does she know I have already discussed this with him and he’s not going to run for President; our 1st Vice President is. I have printed out her IM to take to the Executive Board meeting tonight.
I am doing laundry and need to get the catboxes done. Oh joy. My life is almost as exciting as Swampy’s.
The MMP is on page two and I can’t remember what I read because Annoying Nephew dropped by to use our phone. I do remember someone needed hugs…so…
{{{{HUGS}}}
I am feeling very smug–I am done with my 8 page paper. All I need to do is edit and proofread it, but that’ll wait until Wednesday.
I have 4 hours of class tonight. Oh, my aching tush.
Still snowing. Still cold. Hmm–looks like January. Where is HazMatCaffeine ? we need to celebrate the white stuff.
Everything’s conspiring to cost me money! Every time I turn around, something has its hand reaching into my pocket.
Anti-flea and anti-worm stuff for the dog, glasses for me, glasses for DH, food, PG&E, the mortgage, the bats in the chimney…
It’s looking like we’ll need to rip out the stucco-covered “box” that makes a 10" fireplace flue pipe look like a chimney as it’s full of bats. And their droppings. Stinky droppings. I haven’t figured whether we’ll be better off trying to do this ourselves, or by using the high-powered tool that lives in the drawer and has “Pay to the order of” printed on it. Some stuff, like stump grinding can really only be done with that tool, but busting up stucco and dis-assembling a plywood box is probably well within our means, even if it is going to be messy and smelly.
Even the phone lines are conspiring against me. Our phone line went bad yesterday. It worked fine in the morning, but in the afternoon, we had a horrid hum, and the line was appearing as busy to anyone trying to call us.
I went to the demarc box outside and clipped on my buttset. Perfect dialtone. Oh booger. I can’t fix this using the “call 611” tool as the problem is the house wiring. I start un-wiring things. I’d forgotten how many wires are in this little box - the alarm panel, the DSL, the two jacks the house was built with, the new wires I’d run when we moved in… The whole box is as big as a fat paperback novel, but there’s only an ice cube-sized morsel of space to work in, so it’s all very snarly and tangly.
Eventually, I find the bad line. Oddly, it’s the newest. Cat 5 wire doesn’t usually spontaneously go bad, so I can only assume a rodent thought it was a long blue spaghetti buffet lunch. Ah, but where?? :mad:
For now, I’ve left that line disconnected, so we’re short a few phones until I can start troubleshooting that line bit by bit.
Times like these make me wish I never bought the house so I could use the “Hey Mr. Landlord…” tool.