Since I already gave Bumba a hug on last week’s MMP, this week I’ll give Bumba’s wife a hug. Hey Bumba - what instructions did they give you for the future to avoid more of these? Diet change? Just wondering.
I had a really funky dream last night. It was weird. Not in a flying-in-your-underwear weird like my dreams usually are. (Like the one I had Saturday when I dreamt my dad had lost another finger - he’s already at 9 1/2). What made this dream weird is that it felt so real. I’ve had dreams that felt really - usually they are very traumatic and I wake up crying. This dream was good, though. I dreamed that I went with my mom to church, and after the service, she introduced me to this really hot guy who was somehow connected to it. No, he wasn’t the priest. Anyway, he seemed pretty interested in me. It was a really weird dream. Felt like it was an alternate reality or vision of the future or something. Just a funny feeling.
Whoa! WHOA! You were at RPI yesterday and I didn’t know about it? We could have done lunch or something. If you’re ever back here, my email is in my profile.
I just realize that the closing on the Bell Tower is one month from today!!!
Wooooooooooooo!
And my father has generously agreed that paying the movers for me would be an appropriate Christmas gift. I love my daddy. (Translation: I am so effing spoiled.) Time to start calling around for estimates.
One month til Drae can start doing her Quasimodo imitation! I’d be so excited I couldn’t sit still if it was me.
AAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!!! I’m working on some policy stuff, AKA THE EVIL[SUP]TM[/SUP] and it’s makin’ me nuts! I’ll be so glad when I get this stuff all revised.
Great job on the OP Bumba. I am so glad to read you’re doing better. My dad had two more stents put in a few months ago. All went well for him. I couldn’t believe the improvement in the color of his complexion. He went from being a washed out kinda putty-gray color, to his normal color.
I didn’t do anything great this weekend; decorated my fireplace niche with my homemade fake snow stuff and put my Christmas decorations up there. It looks really nice. Who knew I could be so crafty? Other than that I did some vaccuuming and cooking. Yesterday, I played WoW, went to the auto parts store, the grocery store, did laundry, and cooked dinner. That’s about it. It was a fairly quiet weekend, and I’m so glad. Oh, I also ordered my 15 pound prime rib roast. I just know I’m gonna cry when I pick it up and pay for it. Last year I bought a 10 pound roast and it cost me close to $100.00. I don’t even want to think about what this is going to cost me.
It’s a once a year treat, but sheesh. It seems like my Christmas Day gatherings are getting bigger and bigger.
I’m fighting off another dang cold. I took some stuff that’s supposed to help fight it, but I’m losing the battle, I think.
Oooh, that will be extraordinarily handy when the guy in the giant cup costume from the Quiznos across the street starts cavorting on the sidewalk again.
I hate these moving estimate things. If I knew how much my furniture weighed, I wouldn’t need an estimate.
Oh my gosh Bumba, that must have been really scary, but I’m glad you came through all right. My mom is a nurse, and when I was young she worked the night shift (labor and delivery) so I know how good those nurses can be.
I ate far too much food this weekend. Two parties on Saturday night with awesome food, and I swear I woke up with a food hangover. I have some other events coming up, so today I need to eat light to counteract all this FREAKING FOOD! Urp.
It was funny, I was sitting there reading, waiting for the kidlets to get tired of riding Kraken, when an employee comes up. He was looking behind me into the foliage and saying “Hi!” very brightly to me. He tried to act nonchalant, saying, “I’m just investigating…oh, no, ma’am, not you!” like he thought I’d freak out if I saw a couple of rodents.
I said, “Oh, you’re here about the mice” and pointed out in the trellis where one was hiding in the Confederate jasmine. He nodded, wondering how he was supposed to handle this. Sea World is a big park, lots of open areas, and I’m sure chock full of crumbs and dropped food items that attract more than birds. I didn’t think it was any big deal, but he said “I knew Disney sent over spies, but this is ridiculous.”
Guys! I am now the proud owner of a boyfriend, which actually happened last week, but no one figured out the puzzle, which was related, but didn’t actually mean that I had a boyfriend. (No, there’s nothing to do with cupid or arrows.)
I nominate chaoticbear for the next opening for cryptographer.
I did think for half a minute that this, {, was a bow…but it seems I was wrong.
Ah, well.
I so want to live in a bell tower. I would hang all kinds of bell pulls from the ceiling and collect bells and ring them all at once…
Well, congrats donkeybear! I suggest you start housebreaking and training early. Boyfriends are nice to have around but can be a bother if not properly trained. He must learn early to cater to your every whim or there will be trouble later with him thinking he gets to have his way some times. I mean whoever heard of such a ridiculous thing!
I just received more proof that Dr. Seuss was a mainframe programmer.
The error messages are just so bizarre - I was commanded to get out of the pool just now: WE ARE DRAINING THIS SYSTEM DUE TO A STORAGE CONDITION
Well, perhaps I wasn’t commanded to get out, but it sure sounded like a strong suggestion. If you stay in, you may be sucked into the drain, perhaps.
Another bit of insanity:
** SOMEONE MUST HAVE SLIPPED IN AND ADDED THIS LID TO
THE TABLE AFTER I CHECKED IT FOR YOU, 'CAUSE IT’S
IN THERE NOW. SORRY; YOU’LL HAVE TO START OVER.**
Huh?
Of course, this is all in bright green on black, since it is a mainframe.
Good to hear that Bumba’s on the mend and that cb apparently got nookie.
picu - Good to hear that hospitals are finally figuring out this new-fangled idea that people actually need to sleep if they’re going to get better. After some abdominal repairs 5 years ago, I was anxious to get the hell out of that hospital. I was getting bothered hourly by terrifically friendly and expert people that had a Job To Do. The Busy Signal Moaner (*aanhh … aanhh … aahnhh … aanhh … * ) nearby didn’t help any. When the surgeon came by at 7 AM the next day on rounds, I said “Let me go home!” Happily, he agreed, and I went home to sleep.
