I’ve survived another day in the salt mines. My new boss is a hoot, and obviously takes great pleasure in teasing me. I give as good as I get though, so it doesn’t bother me in the least.
Feel better soon, FCM.
I think you did the right thing, rigs.
Have a safe trip, Bobbio.
Spaz, you are on the “list”. I now have an earworm, no thanks to you! 
I think I’m going to cruise the net for a bit.
We did our half-way critique for Print Design. Mine wasn’t that bad, but there’s a bunch I need to fix. I decided I’m tired and I have time and so I’m taking tonight off!
I paid my bills, started laundry, had dinner (ramen, strawberries, and cookies) and now I’m going to draw and watch Hell’s Kitchen on Hulu. So there.
I’m home. I had a package waiting for me, a pair of FCM originals.
Thanks to the creature, Gordie now fears all glassware.:dubious:
gt, I’ll take Monday, I should have a few tales after my road trip, though not as exciting as bum butlers or door to door hookers.
Safe journey, BBBobbio!
Hope you feel warmer, kai!
Get better, FCM! I need to fire up the espresso machine for the demitasse cup.
Good move, rigs.
I’ve never posted in an MMP thread before, but I figured this would fit into a “cheer up” thread (also I just want to tell someone).
I’ve spent the last three years taking pre-pharmacy courses at a small college, and have been hoping and working towards getting into the University of Florida this coming spring. This January, I filled out all the applications and did all the essays and all the little song and dance numbers they make you do. What do you think I just got in the freaking mail? I’ve been accepted for an interview at the college; it’s to take place in a few weeks. Thing is, when I went to the open house, a few of the students there told me that if I’m accepted for an interview, I’m pretty much in.
Holy. Fucking. Crap.
I opened the letter ten minutes ago and I still don’t know what to do. I am just…damn. Up until now I’ve felt like a fraud and a cheat; since entering college, I’ve become lazy and a procrastinator, and I really haven’t given much of a damn either way. But, if by the grace of something-or-other I get into this college (and they even pre-emptively assigned me to the campus I wanted!), I will put everything I have into this.
Maybe the last three years haven’t been a total waste like I thought. I really hope this isn’t too good to be true and that everything works out. Still, holy crap, this is great. 
Congratulations, Stauderhorse! That’s really great news. Also, welcome to the MMP, where we are always nice, dammit!
Good for you, Stauderhorse!
It’s supposed to snow tonight and tomorrow. It had better happen. I’ve had enough of this weird warm weather – though today I ran across a reference in the paper to a year where it didn’t snow and the resort I work at obviously survived that – and I can do with some more snow. Though I’d appreciate it if it didn’t snow on my birthday this year, since that’s supposed to be spring by then and all.
Work is going fine. Same 'ol same 'ol.
And yes, we are nice here dammit. Also, chocolate offerings go to FCM.
Congratulations Stauderhorse! Work hard!
I have to share two of the best lines I read today:
“Customers in Atlanta enjoyed the refreshing beverage of sugar, caffeine and cocaine.” Ya think?
“One of the exhibits at the fair was a US map made out of pickles.” Pickled what, though?
Congrats, Stauderhorse!
Hee! 
I’m inordinately proud of myself. This morning, I managed to tear off a button on my shirt (rubbed against a metal banister.)
Asked for a safety pin and fastened it.
No big deal you say, right?
Well, this was the wrist-button on a long sleeve shirt.
On my right arm.
I’m right handed…
So I had to put the pin through both sides of the wrist opening and close it, left handed.
Hey, I didn’t say this **was **a big deal… :o
Also, a couple of good comics I spotted yesterday:
Yesterday’s Dilbert. Been going downhill, IMO, but this one is (again IMO) brilliant.
Yesterday’s xkcd. Douglas Adams. In Memoriam
Good Mornin’ Y’all! I read through and mostly caught up.
Yay Stauderhorse! Who says slackin’ will get ya nowhere!
Have a safe trip BBBobbio even though you won’t see this probably.
Everybody else, yay, boo, hug, awww, get well, trout to the haid as needed.
Gotta go!
Later Y’all!
Way to go Stauderhorse!
So the ‘giving-up-smoking-for-Lent’ thing worked for a whole 13 1/2 hours. I am not giving up; I am reevaluating what is needed to make giving up smoking a success.
I’m glad I didn’t give up Girl Scout Thin Mints for Lent. I can have one of those without feeling like I’m a bad Catholic.
Fog, fog everywhere, school delays everywhere - except my school district. My kid is dejected. I’m snickering.
Have a great day, everyone!
Good morning Dopers.
I have never posted in a MMP thread, but I am just bursting at the seams tonight. I turned 50 last Tuesday, and my Mom bought me a horse! not just and horse, but the horse of my dreams. This is Willow She is a 22 month Draft Paint and she is mine! Well almost. She is actually on a transport truck right now and will be here soon. She is coming from the coast of British Columbia to me in Central Alberta. She left yesterday morning and is supposed to be here in a couple of hours.
BUT, the road conditions are horrible, slippery, ice covered with blowing snow. Through the mountains it’s even worse. I just hope they are OK and get here soon!
All my life, I never met a good Catholic, but they all seem to feel guilty about it. Just saying…
Horse is lovely.
Things are decidedly weird over here at the moment. I’m not sure if it’s better that I go to work (and therefore avoid an entire day of recriminations and drama) or if I should stay home and protect my property.
Typing that just makes it weirder–I’m not sure that anything at all would actually happen to my stuff (stuff being my computer). I am also concerned that the Old Boy Network is alive and well, which obscure remark I will not explain here. Please know that I am safe (as are the kids)–it’s not that kind of situation. TH is just not thinking real clearly right now and let’s just say I am relieved I did what did.
Reader’s Digest Version: He pulled out some money from his 401k to purchase property (the rural foreclosed on auction houses in MI, about 3 hours away I talked about earlier). I was skittish about this and moved half our savings into my own account and told him this calmly. He now says that he can’t purchase this property because of what I did. I pointed out that I signed off on his withdrawal and that money is still his to what he wants with. Nope, he can’t do it because I need to control him. He wants me to tell him what his next “move” should be. There was quite a bit of “you must be respectful” to me, which was also a bit odd, so that is a bit unsettling. He also came home on the far side of tipsy, so there is that as well.
Truly, the skipper on the boat to Crazytown.
But that’s enough personal drama for one day. I am still “suffering” from Flexeril hangover–still fell somewhat spacey and detached. Given the current circs, this is not a bad thing. I will get my Rx for my anti-depressant filled tonight. I see my therapist again next Friday. This time I’m staying on the dock folks, watching the tide roll away.
Congratulations, Stauderhorse!!! Welcome to the MMP!
You , too, and what a great present, FarmerChick! Happy Belated Birthday, too. I turned 50 on my last birthday. We ain’t dead yet, huh? 
The pic of Willow is blocked for me here at work, but I bet she is absolutely gorgeous!
You guys need nicknames. Hmm… (That’s what happens when you come into the MMP. :))
Feel better, Mooom.
Safe trip, VBob.
Nooner, just be careful when you take it out!
Kai, you can come visit me down here in south Texas to warm up. We’re supposed to get up into the 80’s today! Spring is springing, but not quite sprung… or something.
Mr Rebo is coming home tonight!!! YAY!!! He is never going on a vacation without me again.
:: stamps foot, then does tap dance::
Laterz…
ETA: {{{rigs}}} - hang in there, girl!
Stauderhorse! Welcome and congrats! That’s the kind of good news we love to hear. We need a nickname here-** horsie** seems apt.
You too, Lunch. We’re proud of you, too. Able to dress yourself and everything. Our little Nooner is growing up, sigh.
(I’m in such trouble…!)
{{rigs}} I don’t know what to say, but hang tough.
Morning Mumpers! Work today, hockey tonight. Gordie hornked on the bed last night. He still is afraid of glassware.
Yay for horses, Farmer Chick!
{{{{rigs}}}}
shadow, I’ll be in Atlanta Saturday, did they say where this concoction can be purchased?
Stauderhorse, good luck! Remember, hard work pays off eventually, procrastination pays off now.
Oh, I’m not a good Catholic, but I love being one. I’m also not a good seamstress or a particularly good mother, but I love doing both, and keep at 'em in spite of lack of talent. “Anything worth doing is worth doing badly.”
Not a great night. Some cooking, some staring into space, and chasing the kid around- that’s today’s plan.
Hope you feel better today, FCM
Yay for Mr. Rebo coming home!
Sleepy.
Congratulations Stauderhorse and yay for Farmer Chick too. We’re zoned to have horses and every now and then I think about it and then remember that I know nothing about horses and their care and no animal deserves to be used as a learning tool.
It’s raining again so blech but I know we need it. It was starting to shape up as a bad drought year but we got almost 2 feet of rain in the last 5 weeks up in the mountains. I’m so sick of it but the people down in town may not have to ration now. Since I can’t garden today I suppose there’s nothing left to do but clean the house. That, or read “The Grapes of Wrath” all day by the fire.
Welcome n00bz! FarmerChick, that is a beautiful animal - and belated happies!
(((((rigs))))) - you’re being very brave, and it’s good to hear that you’re watching the Crazytown boat sail off into the sunset.
Things are not so bad at home today but I am planning to have The Talk with 'im indoors tonight. He doesn’t know it yet, but there will be some very tough things said and I am hoping he takes them all in the spirit in which they’re intended. Too much to hope that he won’t spend the next week sulking though.
Luckily I have a plan that involves moving out to a friend’s house a few miles away - we need to have a lot of messy work done in and around the house, I do not want to stay there while it’s done, the cats won’t like the upheaval and I don’t want to subject them to Mad Doris at the cattery either. So the best plan is to move to my friend’s currently empty and unrented house. Should only be a couple of weeks, and 'im indoors can decide whether he wants to come too.
Lunch - I didn’t know you had such trouble dressing yourself!
Rebo - give Mr Rebo a big hug, willya? I’m sure you will, but I bet he would like an extra one…
Ohhhh - I had it backwards. I thought that you were going through an agoraphobic episode and couldn’t get yourself to leave your house. Never mind that comment of mine - sorry about that.