I’m up for a Marylande RenFest, FCM. Just say when. I’m about 15 minutes from the Faire site in Crofton, which I assume is the one you’d be heading to?
Papa Tigs just celebrated ten years with his company, and as a token of their appreciation they gave him this glossy catalogue he gets to pick one item out of. Average value, $75 to you or me, probably $10 to the company (it’s a really big company). I saw lots of nice things in there that I want, but for some strange reason he thinks the reward should be for him. I don’t know where he gets that idea.
Well, the Ex. Committee meeting was tonight, and it went well. No complaining, except I guess we complained about the people who complain too much. We’re actually starting to get excited - hockey is almost here.
SIL got back from Atlanta tonight - I didn’t go home after the meeting, just went straight to her house, and I think she was a bit miffed because her dogs acted very happy to see me.
Mr. SCL is working 7p to 7a tonight, so I’m all alone. Big fat hairy deal.
Wow, two pages and it’s not even Monday night here! Well, it’s 7ish, so I suppose it’s technically night, but it’s still light outside, so there ya go.
I had a crappy weekend, I will leave out everything except that after two weeks of fighting a sinus infection I broke down Friday and called the doc. 10 days of amoxicillin, 10 days of no adult beverages, boo. I can’t even stay snugged up in bed because Jeff (the contractor) is here pounding nails and the like. Double boo. Oh, the one other incident I will share is that #3 and I had our first real teenager/mom fight on Saturday, she hated me until this afternoon. I wasn’t all that fond of her, either!
Oh, and Callaloo, my calico kitty got out at some point and I couldn’t find her for hours. I even had skiffman out looking on the road for her squished body. Finally he heard her and followed the mewing, she was under the banya and scared spitless, poor thing. I hope that she learned a lesson!
Great OP, prolly the closest I’ll ever get to a Ren Faire, even though it has been my heart’s desire for decades. We do have a new SCA chapter here, but they mostly travel to the mainland to do anything authentic.
Jeff talked me out of the vinyl, and I am getting bamboo flooring instead. It looks pretty, and comes highly recommended. I will get a phone call tomorrow to give me the shipping prices. It’s coming from California, so they’ll truck it to Seattle and then put it on the slow boat. Hopefull I’ll have flooring before Christmas.
Well, dinner is done, so I’ll say g’night. Y’all have a good one!
kai, bamboo flooring is purty! We have it in our office and it’s held up nicely. It’s “softer” than regular wood and bouncier, but it’s quite sturdy. Also, you don’t get those nasty black marks like you do with vinyl. I think you’ll like it.
Tel, anybody who’s immortal should definitely choose the “never age” option. Or be born an elf.
I miss thunder and lightning. We don’t get real weather here, just warm, cool and rainy, with a little bit of hail every couple of years and the occasional heat wave. Sometimes we get pretty snow to look at up in the mountains.
MBG, I thought swampy didn’t need no spinach to be immoral. Always found him immorally fun. Was I wrong, swampy?
What’s supposed to be bad about spinach? It’s one of the few veggies I’ve always been able to put up with (although I must admit the texture can be quite yucky, if it hasn’t been cut small enough).
**Nava, ** there’s been a recent problem here in the States with E.coli in the spinach fields. That’s all that I know of that would be spinach-related. Pity, since spinach is one of the few vegetables that I like.
Most vegetables are bitter to me. No one believes me, either. I argued with my mother about it for years.
Aaaaaaaah! Thank you, hadn’t heard about it over here.
I’ve discovered something important and decided that I don’t have to kill Mom: I have to kill me. Or at least give myself a good hard kick to the ass.
I returned to Spain in April after 6 months in Costa Rica (with a Christmas break); she’d been fine, treated me like I’m over 3’ tall. The last two weeks have been horrible. Thanks to this thread where someone asks about MS, I’ve just realized what the problem is. I’ve been having lots of “stupid medical things” since I was in my teens, which have taken me to doctors more than once and always ended up as “something unimportant that happens to you,” doctorspeak for “I can’t find my head with both hands but you don’t seem to be dying”. While in Costa Rica and by happenstance, I found out that the list of “things” matches scaringly well with the list of MS symptoms, including getting worse when it’s too hot (my Miami and Costa Rica periods where the worst; in cooler climates I can go for years without a glitch), so I asked my GP for a neurologist appointment. Which I had two weeks ago :smack: and Mom came with me, and I didn’t tell the neurologist I am thinking of MS (I know many doctors who’d absolutely refuse to consider anything that the patient thinks may be the problem) but I did tell Mom. I also told her that if it’s that it’s not likely to get any worse than it’s ever been, but I bet looks around my MP3 player that she’s casually asked SiL-the-doctor about it and Sil has, as usual, rattled all the worse-case possibilities and nothing else.
Can someone please smack me from here to France? Merci. And while I’m in Biarritz I’ll shop around for some paté to bring Mom…
::Falls over in awe of Ex’s power to lure Rue out of the woodwork.::
Hi Rue! We miss you!
Nava isn’t it amazing how you can still share stuff you know you shouldn’t…? I catch myself doing this periodically and inevitably wind up with an incurable case of the rolleyes. Hope this phase passes quickly.
Well, I’ve got to get ready for work. Again. Is it Friday yet?
tsk tsk - you’re going to lose points for reading comprehension. I proposed a MMP-Fest. I have no intention of going to the RenFaire - just not my cup of tea. But I would think at the very least, you, me, and our chocolate-teasing spice could manage a lunch date sometime, seein’s as how we’re relatively sorta close.
I’m trying to figure which other MMPers are relatively close - **bibkitty ** is around Baltimore, and one of our more scarce MMPers is in northern Va.
Speaking of which, what’s the phase of the moon that both **Ex ** and **Rue ** came out of their lairs?? That means **welby ** should be next, right? speaking of NoVa MMPers…
Training starts today and runs till Thurs, which means I’ll be getting home later than usual. I sure hope Bernie has good bladder control. And I hope I can stay awake. I know the training is important for work, but it can be soooooooo boring… We’ll see how well caffeine works.
Immortal, immoral, invisible… I think there’s a hymn about this… Oh wait, that’s Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise. Anywho, I think being immortal, immoral, invisible (or have the ability to be invisible when I want) and ageless (a studly 25, say) would be the jakiest of all jake things to be.
Dang, we keep gettin’ new folks droppin’ by this week. Even Rue showed up. And Ex. If welby also shows up, would that be a sign of the apocalypse?
The dinner thingy was actually not too bad last night. [sub]And the two gin and tonics I had before dinner had nuttin’ to do with that![/sub] I now have a plaque. WOO and HOO. Or, as I like to refer to it, a plague. See, waaaaaay back in younger days, there was this article in my hometown newspaper (Motto: Proofreaders? We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Proofreaders!) about some people who were recognized for good stuff they’d done by a local organization. The papers said the people were given plagues of recognition. Hence, plaques are now plagues in my mind. I even had a running joke about it with some friends… “Thou hast done well. A pox be upon thee!”
Come to think about it, plaque is a strange thing to give people. I mean, that’s the stuff dentists tell us is bad for our teeth, right?
Ex showed up, but now he’s gone again. Come back, Errant American Husband! rigs, I hope you feel better today. I think that hot chocolate with lots of kahlua/rum/creme de menthe/amaretto in it is healing.
Oh, no! It’s Mrs. Cake! If Black Dogs with Orange Eyebrows show up, I’m straight out of the Postal Service. Sorry. I got too much sleep, filled with weird dreams, and I was reading Thud! last night. I haven’t had tea, yet, either.
Alastair, have you started the Emily Dickinson yet? I like her very much, although my passionate devotion is reserved for T. S. Eliot and Dylan Thomas.
Time for tea and breakfast. I think I will eat breakfast and surf the interweb for a bit, spend an hour getting my costume all finished (I’ll take pics tonight), and then bleach the kitchen, clean the fridge, and try to get the livingroom tidy. Whenever I sew, it looks like everything exploded.
If I wanted that kind of abuse I could just call my Dad. Sheesh.
I really don’t have anything useful to say about RenFaires, because I’ve never been to one. I don’t really have any objection to that sort of thing per se, but I have this nagging allergy to nerds. So you can understand why I have such a hard time living with myself.
Where’s welby? I never feel like a visit to the SDMB (and the MMP thread in particular) is complete unless I give that little punk a beatdown.
