Oh, and my niece was born on Friday at 9:17, after 17 minutes from active labour to delivery. I want a labour like that. And yes, to the SiL I despise, but it’s not the kid’s fault.
Awwww, what cute little puppies. Welcome, noobs. Not awake yet, but somehow up anyway. Need to go water stuff. It’s supposed to be sunny and hot again today. This is getting old.
GT
Morning.
Technically, I was sixth to post, even th only fifth to reply 
I decided to play hookey today ebcause the weather is actually comfortable
What a foul thing to say.
Guten morgen. The week’s started off with more disrespect and a feet-smellin’ living room. There’s going to be a rules smackdown tonight. Joy. :rolleyes:
In good news, Complicated Roommate’s going to start teaching me martial arts tonight. He’s a double black belt in kung fu and a high green belt in tae kwon do so it’ll be a melange. Still, I’ll get some discipline, self confidence and defense skillz from it while losing some poundage. And pain. He’s promised that it will hurt for the first few weeks.
I’m gonna finish watching Mitchell before work.
Morning Mumpers. Nelly and Thrak kicked off my Monday with a WWE match on my bed at 0530. Used [del]pests[/del] pets for sale, will pay shipping.
Congrats on the neice, LlLi.
Cute pups, kai
Hi janis!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! I feel good! 
Just chimin’ in a sec before I leave da cave to go do some errands. I’ll be back later to answer your question roo.
Howdy, MMP!
Look at all these noobies! Welcome, welcome!
Have y’all checked out the Gulf yet? Looks like we might have ourselves a little bitty hurricane barreling down on Galveston - and Houston. We need some rain, dammit, but not a freakin’ hurricane! We’re all set with water and foodstuffs and doggie food and bbq-able meat - and propane. And batteries, I think. Edouard is supposed to make landfall tomorrow morning.
That was a great MMP, Swampus. I love y’all, too. It’s always a fun place to come. Even if I only post once a day (usually) - I read and try to stay caught up in all your lives. Y’all are my friends, and I care what is happening to you!
I heart the MMP. 
I love newbies. It makes me feel like an old-timer!
Welcome aboard!
Fingers crossed and happy thoughts sent your way.
Roo- I could never take Lunch’s place in room 304…
Yeah. Fresh meat. 
First!
Well played, sir.
Haze–perhaps you were delighted at your dubious-ness? I like your dress, btw.
I am up and it’s thunderbooming out which puts paid to the yardwork I was gonna do, but secretly I’m glad because the yardwork yesterday wore me out. I do need to do some housework and get my resume into a pdf, just in case. I won’t say more, but it might be really good. I refuse to jinx myself this time.
BooFae–I’m sorry we missed your natal day. How is the new job? I miss Tin Knickers already. And Dotty is thriving in her new place–see, new job opps CAN work out… <crosses fingers>
Aw, swampus, you’re just a big ol lurve bucket!!
MUMPERS RULE!
As well as what everyone else has said, one of my favorite things about the MMP is getting a real worldwide take on things. Kind of gives us all an anchor, know what I mean?
kai, every time I see your little powder puffs I think of that commercial where the guy uses a pom for a dust broom. They are Teh KeeUte!!
Speaking of Teh KeeUte, haze, red is definitely your color.
So, I had a vertigo treatment on Friday after the doc checked to see if I HAD vertigo by making me close my eyes and then swinging me down to my right. (which by the way is the exact shade of green I was after that.) Then I had to sleep at a 45 degree angle on my back for two nights. I have learned two things… 1) do not let doc do that test ever again, and 2) Ambien can have a backlash effect. 
rebo, don’t forget to fill up your car’s gas tank.
Tupug
Morning. Like FCM, this is the second thing I check in the morning when I get to work after my email. (Well, technically it’s the 4th thing after work email, personal-friends email, personal-business email, and personal-junk email.) It’s good to have a semi-anonymous place to find support where I can talk about things that I might not be totally comfortable sharing with people who know me IRL because then they also know my family, friends, coworkers, etc. It’s easier to whine about work or whatever when no one here’s going to then actually meet or talk to my coworkers and have my complaints color their opinions of said coworkers. If that makes any sense.
Anyway, I had a really relaxing day on Friday, which was great but too short. We went to a coworker-friend’s birthday party on Friday night, and she announced that they’re moving! Half way across the country (to the opposite coast from where I came from). She’s got a great job opportunity, and her husband works for Big Corporation that can move him out there too… and he’s getting a promotion too! So good for them but sad that they’re leaving.
Saturday I took part (only for a couple hours but at least it was something) in a paint-a-thon that my church was participating in. It was a perfect day for it - sunny but not TOO hot and not too humid. That paint dried quickly!
Then on Sunday my church was doing a “green” Sunday and encouraging everyone to walk, bike or carpool to church. I scoped out a route last week and drove part way and then biked the rest of the way. (I haven’t been biking long enough to manage the almost-10 miles of up and down hills from home to church… and then back again.) I started out just fine, and it was cool and overcast, if a bit humid, yesterday morning. Riding was great and the part I chose to do was all on a very level trail so it wasn’t hard at all…
Until I missed the turn off onto the road where the church is. And went an extra couple miles before I realized I’d gone too far. And then was afraid that there wasn’t a connection to the road that the church is on. So I tried to detour. And made it much worse. It ended up being an hour-long ride instead of the ~20 minutes it should have taken. I was exhausted by the time I got there and felt really bad because I was supposed to be helping to prepare communion. At least I’d left early because of the preparing-communion thing so in the end I got to church just as service was starting. And the trip back really was a very easy 20-minute ride. :smack:
Yesterday afternoon we went to the arboretum again. So beautiful. They’ve got dahlia trial gardens that are just amazing right now. And the roses were beautiful. And daylilies. And Easter lilies. And lots and lots of other flowers. We did the 3-mile walk around the grounds, past all of the different groves of trees and stuff. It was nice, in part because the overcast-ness drove away the crowds so it was really quiet, if humid. But at least it was only 70-something and humid not 90-something and humid as it might have been if the sun had come out!
Back to work this morning. I want more coffee now.
I just want to say I’m trying not to get angry, in an unexpectedly crunchy-granola way, that the very first pics of my new niece, taken maybe an hour after she was born, show her with a soother in her mouth.
Okay, I would love to have had Nat take a soother, yes, but… she’s just been born. She doesn’t need a soother, you moronic redneck. You’re supposed to nurse her. I know you breastfeed, so why the hell are you not doing it?
Okay. Not succeeding in the no-anger thing.
So annoyed.
Sorry for the crazy SIL, LiLi. Is there anyone in your family, who she’ll listen to, who could explain some basics of parenting to her? Or hit her with a clue by four?
Wow, congrats on the new niece, LiLi, but my sympathies that she occurred to that twat–too bad the labor couldn’t have been just a tad more rigorous! Maybe you could arrange to have faeries steal her, leave a Raggedy Ann doll in her place and deliver the bebeh to you so Gnat can have a sister! 
Shoulda taken a taxi, taxi! 
Welp, after an obviously extremely painful weekend I got SpaceDawg scheduled for x-rays tomorrow morning–the meds haven’t really been controlling her pain, she’s barely eating (we boiled up a chicken for her, but Himself has to literally hand feed her or she won’t touch it) and she is having a hard time even making it to her water bucket, so Himself is hand watering her as well. She’s decided that he’s Her Guy, she won’t let me give her meds and won’t take food from me–I am damned glad he’s here to take care of her or I think I would probably have lost her by now, or at least a couple fingers! We have a nice setup in the back–shady spot under the maple, futon pad on the ground, shallow water bowl she can drink from while lying down, but she’s so uncomfortable she moves around trying to find that one magic spot that won’t hurt and she whines a lot. It’s pitiful and it’s tearing us up to hear her. She’s letting us touch her bad shoulder, and it feels all wrong. We’re beginning to suspect that sometime maybe she dislocated it since the vet first examined her, or maybe it’s something worse (that I refuse to think about, no I won’t, la la la I am not listeniing to the voices in my head!)
Also, I am without sink at the moment–the kitchen sink backed up and when Himself went to take the trap off to snake it a section of copper tubing literally crumbled in his hand! :eek: My partner drove over last night to lend some expertise and we’ve determined that the steel pipe behind the fitting is solid, so we just need to replace that one section along with the PVC P-trap, which is complete crap. As soon as Himself drags outta bed it’s off to the Home Despot we go, hooray! :rolleyes: I’m very happy to have friends who can help with this stuff because otherwise I’d be at the mercy of plumbers and would have to go around dressed in a barrel like those old cartoons of destitute stockbrokers… BTW, open sink drain tubes stink like the Devil’s butthole. Making coffee this morning on an empty stomach was…interesting.
Y’know, I talk smack about Himself a lot (and with good cause, don’t get me wrong!) but I have to say that when it comes to going that extra mile to care for a sick or hurt critter (including me) he’s a champ–doesn’t get impatient or angry about the imposition and he’ll sit out on the dirt petting a crying puppy until she finally goes to sleep–that’s devotion. He’s pretty handy around the house, too, when he gets around to it, and he’s a bona fide computer wizard, which is pretty darned useful these days. So I’m officially tipping my hat to my guy–anger junkie though he may be, he’s still a pretty good guy. As guys go, anyway!
In celebration of not having to pay beaucoup bux to a plumber, I decided to donate $25.47 to the Obama campaign in honor of his 47th birthday, which is today. If I inspire y’all to do likewise, I will be happy campers!
Oh, and cramps suck and how in hell can it be called menopause when it just won’t STOP? Sometimes being a girl ain’t all it’s cracked up to be… Heh heh, I said “crack!”
Which reminds me of this! Don’t drink your coffee while you watch that, srsly!
Paging all the Mumper cooks: Can anyone tell me how to make Buffalo chicken wings where the hot sauce doesn’t run off?
I assume Hooters wings have corn starch in the sauce to make it stick…
Corn starch? Perish the thought! Buffalo gal checking in here–
Are you using a pre-made hot wing sauce or homemade?
My recipe is to bake the wings (drummettes seperaed from the wingy parts) in a really hot oven until golden and crispy. - about 30-45 minutes at 425F.
Transfer to a large bowl and toss with pre-made wing sauce or your homemade version (which should contain, basically hot sauce and butter in about equal proportions).
That’s it. No cornstarch!!
I use Anchor Bar sauce I get from home (the Anchor Bar, of course, is where wings started)- it’s my absolute fave. Wanna come over for some??
No. Part of the reason she and my BiL are sort of separated right now is because he doesn’t want to raise his kids in her parents’ house, with something like nine other people, four dogs, and no cleaning ever. Plus, his last kid got put in a walker :rolleyes:. Illegal, much?
Apparently she and her family have told my BiL that Mr. Lissar’s family don’t love him because we don’t scream at him and all live together.
Also, her possibly mentally challenged sister, who is eighteen or seventeen, I think, is pregnant. And living at home. With her boyfriend. The sister who chugged her champagne at their wedding two years ago, and came hungover to the wedding breakfast, and collapsed in the middle of the livingroom floor in front of everyone, moaning.
Her grandmother gently suggested she go to a bedroom and lie down, and her mother said, “Naw, just move under the tv!”
Thinking about them is bad for my blood pressure.