((((( Bumba ))))) You’re not allowed to do that again.
Hehe, very nice. If he’s living with you, why don’t you both meet me in the Rath for lunch, say Wednesday? My treat. You can have the honor of being the first Dopers I meet in person. 
Oh, and congrats to chaotic/donkey -bear. I’m guessing there was a name change in there somewhere. Do we get to find out what the puzzle actually meant?
Congrats, bonkeydear. Ah, isn’t young love grand??
I just got back for my team holiday luncheon. We went to onna them trendy restaurants where there’s NO BUTTER ALLOWED!!! I had two appetizers: ahi tuna with cucumber salad, and roasted asparagus with some kinda homemade sausa. Both were yummy. Then the waiter came back with a wire basket that held all the desserts in shot type glasses. Each one held about five little spoonfuls so you cound eat one and not feel too guilty. I had the “Rocky Road” which had chocolate cake, mousse, syrup and shaved chocolate. I think it’s time for a nap.
Draelin, I can so sympathize. When I had surgery on my right wrist, I almost put my eye out trying to brush my teeth with my left hand. My left hand is an ornament - it gives balance to my body but is otherwise pretty useless.
I think I have finished my Christmas shopping. I have even wrapped Mr. SCL’s gifts. Glad that’s over with.
Think I broke my toe the other night. I had just fed the kittens (squeakers!!) and was getting up to take them back to their bed when my foot caught on a comforter. I couldn’t drop the kittens cause I didn’t know where I was going to land, so I fell and my next-to-the-little toe got bent waaaaaaaaaaay back. It is purple and it hurts, and was not at all happy about being put in a shoe for the hockey game yesterday.
Hope everyone has a great week!!
Bumba! Bumba BUMBA!!!
Silly, silly boy. Just trying to get attention. I tell you, the lengths some people will go just to get other people to say things like:
Dang you! You had me worried sick. And don’t give me any of the bonhomie,“jolly good hospital fun” stuff 'cuz I’ve heard it all before. You just best behave yourself from here on out, ya hear, 'cuz some of us really like having a dirty old man (and such a sweetie) around. Now, go on with you. I’ve got something in my eye is all.
Tell Bumba-Wife that the two of you are going to start going on walks together (as soon as the doctors say it’s okay) so she should invest in a pair of good walking shoes.
And go ahead and buy yourself a hat to go with that stent.
A Stetson hat, of course!
The funny thing was after I’d cleaned myself up and bandaged everything, I decided to sit down and have a cigarette–and then screamed in agony as I used the very thumb I’d just spent time babying to flick the lighter. I suppose that’s what I get for smoking. But I’m getting better at using a lighter with my right hand.
Uh…Huh? over here as well.
I don’ know if you are talking about a pool, as in swimming or gene pool or what.
I used to consider myself quite intelligent until all this computer stuff came along. Don’t get the lid to the table bit at all.
Help?
Been there and done that in the last two weeks. My right arm was pretty useless for about 4 days after I separated my shoulder (my sex life sure went to hell), and now it’s back at about 1/3 of it’s former usefullness.
Still can’t pick up my 20 lb dog yet.
Unfortunately, even though I live up there, I work in Albany. So getting up there for lunch and back doesn’t quite work. 
And **KeithT **lives out in Wisconsin. Double But it’d be great to meet sometime. Lunch on the weekend? Or if you can come down to the Crossgates area, I can do lunch around here.
btw, **Anaamika **lives around here too and is a great Doper to have lunch with! Maybe the three of us could do lunch sometime and have a mini-Dopefest.
Sorry about that. The stuff in green is error messages from the mainframe here. I’m guessing there aren’t three other people on the SDMB that actually use mainframes, so it’s fairly rare stuff. Yes, room-sized computers still exist.
I don’t know what it really means to drain the system. Get out of the pool was just a play on that.
A LID table is a table or database of well, LIDs - Login IDs. When creating a mainframe user, there’s a process to find an available ID and reserve it. Rarely, (I’ve seen it once in the past two years) two of us will hit the system at the same time and get the same ID. In that case, whoever’s faster at entering the ID creation wins and knows nothing about the “double booking” but whoever’s slower gets that goofy message and has to start all over again.
I once cut the pinkie on my right hand rather badly (and wouldn’t go to the ER because a 49er’s game was on). My boyfriend at the time was a doctor and he bandaged me up with a splint and all. Then, the next day, he told me it would be better if I let it heal without the splint. (Much later he revealed he may have cheated a bit on the hand portion of his medical tests–he was an OB/GYN, so what did he need to know about tendons?)
Anyway, my tendon was severed and if I ever wanted to bend it again I ended up needing surgery. So as to avoid having to be in a splint for several weeks, my surgeon (who had not cheated on the hand exam) drilled a tiny little hole in my finger bone and put in the cutest little pin you’d ever want to see.
After the surgery a friend is driving me home and suggests we stop to fill the perscription for a pain reliever. I say don’t bother–it hadn’t hurt much when I cut it, so I wasn’t worried aobut it (yes, I love the "what, me worry? sedative you so often get in out patient situations). Luckily she did stop because 4 hours later I’m on the phone with boyfriend desperately asking how many of these things could I take at once without going into the long sleep and maybe even then. Little tiny hole my foot–do you know how much pain can be contained in one pinkie finger!
Oh, and it turns out when you’ve had your pinkie pinned for six weeks or so, you need physical therapy to teach yourself how to bend it again. So there I’d go, twice a week, to have my finger massaged and manipulated and bathed in some kind of sonic or electric or something beams or waves. And walking through a room of people learning how to walk again to get there.
Gah.
Hands are so important that there is an occupation dedicated to their therapy. It’s called Occupational Therapy–and tis vital.
Glad your pinkie is better.
Aha! You figured it out. I had a boyfriend in the past that liked to make up words and smilies. “:{” is not a man with a moustache, as I had presumed, but rather, a sexually deprived man. Yep. Pictures at 11.
bobbio, I can’t tell you how my mental images went ricocheting all over the place on those two. 
kalley, Mr. Anachi managed to cut a tendon in his index finger trying to cut a box of frozen green beans in half. After polishing off most of a bottle of Jack and passing out, he awoke to the realization he needed an ER visit. The doc drilled a hole throuh his fingernail and inserted a rubberband that was supposed to provide torque for bending the finger (physical therapy). Every time he tried he’d nearly faint. He still can’t bend the finger as far as it should go.
Bumba way to go, tough guy! Your posting this morning remimned me of an old salty master chief I once worked for. He started having a heart attack on the way hokme from work one day, so he drove himself to the hospital.
I tried out the new Trader Joe’s yesterday (the one that Bobbio was talking about last week.) We got crumpets, some cereal, triple chocolate cookies for the girls for Christmas, and a pack of those Triple Ginger Snaps. I guess I’m not a conesour, , conisourve, conestoga - whatever the hell that word is - 'cause I didn’t like them any better than regular ginger snaps, which is ‘just barely’… And since it’s about 45 minutes of driving one way, I’m not sure how often we’re going to go there. But the GF was mighty happy when we left, so I guess we’re gonna be going a few times more at least.
I don’t get it. Is he frowning? What’s the deal?
And what’s the symbol for a sexually deprived female?
Good news–I’ve spoken with my vet, and they can give me a Kitty Tranq without actually having to see the cats, since they’ve been in recently. That makes my life buckets easier–Khan does his very best to destroy the carrier from the inside just on a regular vet trip–he’s an absolute terror when I move.
Ooh…he’s cute.
(of course he’s cute-he’s gay–all the great looking guys are gay–fact of my life!)
You look nice together–one week anniversary coming up, soon?
You look quite studious in those peepers, BTW.
Well ain’t y’all just a couple of cuties! AWWWWWW… young cub love.
OK, I’ve already given Bumba his share of sympathy and hugs and crap. No more attention whoring for him. Now it’s my turn! 
My weekend was a long one. I took Friday off because of the nasty weather (which, it turns out, wasn’t so nasty) and once the slushy mess started melting, I ran some errands and got a rather bad haircut. When I got home, I unfroze the hose and rinsed the salt mess off my car. Since it was our anniversary, FCD and I went out to eat at Outback, and even got dessert, which we never do!
Saturday was my last ceramics class for this session. I got to pick up the 13 pieces that were glazed and I glazed the last 4 and left them to be fired. I’ll get them back next weekend. I was also talking to my classmate about buying her old kiln. She’s almost absolutely sure she’s going to sell it, so yay! Plus the teacher told us the school was thinking about selling 3 of the old kickwheels, probably really cheap, and I asked her to give me dibs on one. I may have a pottery studio yet!
Once that was done, we went to the Annapolis SPCA to see the kitties. That broke my heart. So many of them were literally reaching out to us. I can see why some people wind up with a house full of cats - it’s so hard to not adopt them. But we didn’t. Yet. Next stop was lunch, then a tour of the parking lot at the Annapolis Mall - no spots were to be found. Instead, we headed up to Arundel Mills, which was as bad, although we did score a space right outside Burlington Coat Factory, where I scored 2 sweaters and a fleece top - which was my shopping goal - at least getting some sweaters was the goal.
With those tucked in the back seat, we headed to Baltimore to Dope the Halls at the WeirdNorth residence. I met some new Dopers (new to me, anyway) and chatted with others who I’d met before, even tho Hama forgot that we’d met… We didn’t stay long, since FCD was hurting pretty bad, and once we got home, he drugged himself and crashed.
Sunday, we went out for a late breakfast, then did a little shopping (I think we’re done gifting) and ran by the boat to close the thru-hull fittings. Back home, I took the dog for a walk, and FCD cleaned his car. I ironed, he looked on line at cat rescue sites, and we ate sketties for supper.
Exciting, eh? Makes you wish you were me, don’t it?