I honestly think they didn’t know what was coming out of the sky, because it’s been so long. 
During one of my wake-ups last night I could have sworn I heard water falling from the sky. What is that?
Cricket is trying to retrieve the wrapper from a banana popsicle from the trash. Why?
My back and shoulders hurt. I need a new pillow, I think.
BBBBob You should write a book - **The Adventures Of Bob, the VunderRescuer ** or something like that
eta: I’ve not had enough caffeine yet to be truly clever
I survived another week. Whew! (Well, it’s not over just yet, but Fridays being Fridays around here I have no reason to think it will be any busier or more hectic than it has been the rest of the week. I do have reason to think that, having said that, Friday will now proceed to box me in the yambag.)
I think something has been happening though. Something … odd. For me, that is. Last Sunday I started taking those one-a-day multivitamin things, the manly-man’s lumberjack formula or some damn thing. I’ve never been a vitamin taker you see. Whenever I’ve tried I just thoroughly failed to incorporate it into my daily routine to the point where it became rote, so I’d inevitably forget to take it one day, then the next, and then I’d just end up not taking them at all. Well, now I keep them on the bathroom sink’s counter. It’s somewhere that I am every day, particularly weekday mornings when I get up for work, so if it’s staring me in the face when I wake up, insistently whispering, “Psst. Hey. Buddy. Over here. Eat me. Come on, you know you need to. Just eat me. Come on, one pill, that’s all. Thaaat’s right, pop my top, baby…” then I’m much more likely to remember and take them. (And subsequently be creeped out the rest of the day, but whaddya gonna do?)
So anyway, I’ve been taking them every morning since last Sunday. I know it takes a while before your body absorbs enough vitamins and minerals on a regular basis for anything to take effect – if indeed there are any noticeable effects to be had, so I didn’t expect much for a week or two, and wasn’t sure if I should expect anything. But the chances were probably good that I’m deficient in one or more vitamin or mineral, given that my diet is neither consistent nor always healthy, so whether or not I actually noticed any improvements in my overall health, at least I knew it was a healthy thing to do just the same.
But I do notice something. Have for the past couple of days now, in fact. Amazingly, and probably for the first time in Og only knows how long, I’m not as tired as I normally am. I don’t feel like nodding off in my chair by 10 in the morning. In fact, I don’t even feel as much like nodding off on the bus ride to work. I still get rather sleepy at some points during my day, particularly when we hit a slow stretch, but it’s much better than it used to be. I don’t necessarily have more energy than I did – or maybe I do and this is the result – but I’m certainly feeling more human than normal. I like it. This is good. The past few years I’ve felt like I have less and less energy to spare, and get tired more and more easily. For a 36-year-old, I consider this unacceptable. Maybe I’ve found (at least part of) the answer to that.
Some of you (assuming I haven’t put you to sleep by this point) might be going “duh” right about now, and I probably can’t blame you. My only defense is that, while I’m generally smarter than your average bear, there are some things that I sort of know, but haven’t really come to understand in a way that turns light above my head on and makes me exclaim, “Eureka!”. It usually takes an epiphany to knock me over the head before I realize, “Hey. That should have been totally obvious but apparently my brain doesn’t work that way.”
Anyway. Caffeine consumption has taken place, and I am snacking on some cantaloupe for breakfast. It’s warm out, though it’s muggy. It’s already 19°C (66F) out and probably gonna remail pretty warm over the next few days at least. Apart from the rain and humidity, this is the kinda weather I like. Warm enough that no jacket is required, but not hot enough to sweat.
BooFae - You know, maybe it’s my North American upbringing, but I have never seen the attraction to vegemite/marmite. I mean, it’s … yeasty. Yeasty is an adjective that has never had positive connotations to me.
Dotty - Fish? With peanut-butter & jam? Fish?? I have heard of peanut butter and tomato soup (gag) and I have heard of peanut butter and cheese (gag!), but fish? Fish is, by an order of magnitude, the most disgusting use of peanut butter I have ever heard. I won’t even dignify the consideration of adding jam to that abomination.
Doggio - I dunno. He doesn’t seem precisely hellcatish there so much as he seems to be saying, “Let’s get this straight once and for all. You are mine. You do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. This is not open for discussion. Fighting it will only make it harder on you. You know the price of failure. Now go get me some damn tuna. Schnell!”
Optibob - Welcome! Here is your complimentary ham.
I’ve tried to like Marmite. I feel like I should like it. I love intensely salty flavours. But I don’t. I can see how you’d like it if you grew up with it- like miso or kimchi or other really assertive food.
db, that’s an impressive picture. “Why the hell have you done this to me? I hate you!”
There’s a Mr. Lissar still in bed. I assume he’s sick. I remember him getting up, so he must have called in. This means I can’t put the laundry away yet. Shucks.
I was reading this baby book yesterday that asserts that all babies should be scheduled immediately, and has really firm opinions about how long naps should be, how much at each feeding etc. It’s kind of scary. I think I will stop reading it.
I am, sort of. I’ve been collecting the juicier stories I post here into book form, leaving in the MMP injokes. It’s up to 32 pages now.
Hurl it into the trash with extreme force. A good baby book tells you what to do if the sprout develops diaper rash or has colic and leaves the rest for you to figure out, which isn’t all that bad to do.
Homo Sapiens have been having kids for 250k+ years now, without the patent BS that book is spewing.
That sounds a bit extreme,** Lisslar**, but there is much good to be said about a predictable routine and reliable nap/bedtimes.
I started reading a Great Debate thread and had to give up. 6+ pages of people carping on one another–has GD become more like the Pit? One thing I cannot stand about SDMB is the way one poster will pick out one word or phrase and just drill down into it–drives me mad. I want to yell, “get a life!”, but I get distracted…
Oil change is calling me. Why can’t I have people who do this for me?
Am reading a great book by Alexander McCall Smith–44 Scotland Street. It was serialized in The Scotsman. It has really drawn me in, especially Bertie. Love him. No more time for nattering. Toodles!
ARRRGH! When I got up I had neither cable nor internet (since whoever’s network I’m [del]stealing[/del] piggybacking on obviously is connected to the cable) and just got it all back a few minutes ago.
There’s what looks like close to an inch of snow on the grass, but it’s rainy and it’s going to be warmer so it’s all going to melt pretty quick. Oh well. It’ll be back. Yesterday I was explaining how pretty much everywhere I’ve lived everything would shut down the second it started snowing…my valley native coworker was all like, “Why?” “Because it’s snowing! PANIC TIME!” I don’t think he entirely believed me.
I’m sure some scheduling is a good idea- it’s a good idea for adults, too- but the way it’s being presented breeds neuroses. You must do it this way or your baby will esploooode!
Bob, I might set fire to it if I actually owned it. It’s borrowed from work.
LiLi, maybe you should buy yourself a copy so you can therapeutically burn it!
Yaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy!!! Friday!!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy!!!
<snerk> mork said yambag. <snerk>
li-li, is the Penelope Leach baby book still around? I found it very common sensical (is too a word) back when mine were wee. IMO each baby is different and trying to pour them all into the same mold is a recipe for disaster.
scl, good luck on getting the job. Appropriate appendage crossing.
swampy, FTR we hate you being on third shift, too.
doggio, creck me if I’m wrong, but isn’t Lucretia a girl kitteh? And aren’t girl orange tabby’s on the rare side? Seems to me I read that summers.
dotty, what kind of spoon are you using with HRH. I know there are several different varieties and shapes out there. Could she perhaps not like the one you are using for spackling?
gt, hope you get to the bottom of what ails ya. Feel better soon!!
I am so ready for this day to be over. I’m thinkin sushi takeout for din-din tonite. Mmmmmmm, spicey tuna roll. 
Off to the copy machine.
Tupug
LiLi, I don’t think babies can explode on their own. I mean, if you keep them in your uterus too long, they might “cook,” but I don’t think they’ll explode once they’re out of the womb. Don’t worry too much about it, and make sure you’re up to date on pediatric first aid basics. From what I’ve heard, there’s very little that will prepare you for your first child, no matter how much you read up on it beforehand.
I had some terrible nightmares early this morning. Dreamed that I was turning in an assignment where I gave smartassed “I don’t know” equivalent answers, and the professor turned all of my previous assignments into Zeros, and then gave me a grade of -56 out or 40 for the assignment where I turned into a smartass. Acid Lamp had to wake me up 'cause I was wingeing in in my sleep. I wake up fully later on this morning, reset the water heater (it was out last night and he didn’t know how to reset it I guess), ate breakfast, and find out that I’m doing just fine in the classes where they’ve graded assignments. Phew!
Uhm, trout with peanut butter? That’s only slightly odder than my dinner last night: a big hunk of Muenster cheese and a few handfuls of honey roasted cashews. Mmmmmm, nuts and cheese. 
I was behind a lady at the store yesterday buying a really cute bib for her toddler niece, and I told her about your phrase “spackle feeding,” Dotty. She laughed and laughed, just loved it. See, your immortal words will soon spread all over the world! Bwah hah! You’re going to RULE the WORLD!
Er…good morning. Can you spell “insufficient caffeination”? Mostly because by the time I got to bed and to sleep – about 4:30 – that only left me about 4 hours before having to get up and run Papa Tigs up to catch the light rail. I managed to drive up there and back safely, but I am sure glad I now have a chance to collect myself before doing anything else. Me and a shortage of sleep do not compute.
LiLi, people who write baby books advocating such things as rigid scheduling, not using diapers, etc., clearly have never actually tried to do this themselves. I say buy the book and burn it, too. What silliness! Common sense is your greatest tool in parenting. Also, kids are far more durable than we believe them to be, or else why do they survive so many of our parenting idiocies? We all do 'em, but our kids do just fine.
snowbunny, be sure to tell your coworker about the run on milk, bread, and toilet paper around here whenever there’s going to be more than two flakes of snow. Or about the time your brother’s school was canceled for the next day before a single flake had fallen, and then it turned out we got no snow whatsoever. Tell him your mom swears she is not making this up. Because I’m not. It’s fun horrifying people with tales of over-reaction to weather.
We’re supposed to have thunderstorms this afternoon. Starting about the time I have to fly out. And I am a very nervous flyer in bad weather. 
Fingers crossed for me, please, to have an uneventful flight!
Off to caffeinate some more. And switch my stuff from one purse to the new one I bought the other day, which is considerably roomier for traveling. And for carrying all that crap I carry around.
Today is one of my sups’ 20th anniversaary with the company. We catered in a lovely breaskfast buffet, and she gets to choose from a wide array of gifts all roughly valued at around $1000 - she’s chosen an Olympus digital - 8.1 megapixels, 10X optical zoom. I am now officially jealous. I have to wait 4 years for my 30th and a list of gifts from which to pick (all we got for 25 was a catered lunch - doesn’t seem right, I tell you)
Happy Friday, mumpers!
Today looks like it might be slightly more productive than yesterday. I spent 6 hours yesterday [del]surfing the 'net[/del] [del]twiddling my thumbs[/del] trying to look busy, while waiting on my models to upload to the database. I left it working overnight, and it still wasn’t finished. So I cancelled it and I’m working on the models again. Without saving. :eek: I hope my hard drive doesn’t die.
And today we have a mandatory meeting - free lunch, and activities! For 2-1/2 hours. I need to work! Oh well.
My belly still hurts, too. Is it 4:00 yet?
I’ll tell him, but I don’t know if he’ll believe me! I already mentioned the runs to the store for the Holy Trinity.
I need to go get dressed and stuff to head out. For some reason I’m really tired this morning. Oh well, I’ll survive, I just want to get through work.
Chilly rain, blech.
I’m sure it was, and I wish I could have witnessed it.
A couple years ago, I was nearby when someone was rolling an upright on a piano dolly out of a classroom and bumped it across a door threshold. Just that quarter-inch bump set off such an amazing noise that rang on for quite a while. And that was just something that might have threatened the tuning, but certainly didn’t hurt the piano.
A few months ago, a hapless moving crew dropped a nine-foot grand valued at roughly $90,000. Completely ruined, "it gave a death rattle described by Ms Adie as “a deafening noise like 10 honky-tonk pianos being hit by mallets”. Her husband John, the festival’s manager, said: “It made an incredible racket - like something from a cartoon.”
What’s really funny is that there’s some absurd optimism at the warehouse that “It’s just scratched up” and the fallen piano can be repaired.
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Stupid numlock key.
Am I the only one who’s seeing this board in really small font?
Hold the CTRL key while scrolling your mouse wheel down (for larger) or up (for smaller). If you don’t have a mouse wheel, the + and - keys on the keyboard will accomplish the same thing.
I had a herbed chicken frozen dinner for lunch. It was actually really good!
But now it’s back to work. Four hours left.