I forgot the link to my trippy teen fashion make-a-you website: it’s http://elouai.com/ candybar dollmaker. hours of wasted time fun!
How gay would I have to be to admit that that site Dots pointed to looks like it could be fun? 
Everyone who is sick, feel better, now. There that should take care of that.
In just a while I’m off in the wilds of south Jawja for the day. Everybody behave (HAH!) while I’m gone. Place nice with each other.
Howdy ya’ll. One of them thar days yesterday. I came in here about 10 times, and every time I was going to post, got called for an “emergency.” So I’m posting today. I’m also in a list making mood, so here ya go:
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I wanna party with MBG some day, if only because he likes microbrews and pizza.
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Drae, feel better or I’m gonna poke you in the eye.
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Apparently, I’m rude. This weekend I went to a very crowded pub with some friends. The way the pub works, you have to go to the bar and order, then then bring your stuff to the table. Of course, there were no tables until yours truly spotted an empty one. Well, sort of empty, the people were just getting up. I grabbed the table and made “get over here!” gestures to my friends. One of my friend’s friends (certainly not mine) pointed out that the previous occupants went to the bar. Perhaps to order. I pointed out that I didn’t care, and I already had my beer. He pointed out that it would be rude to kick them off of the table if they only went to order. I pointed out that I didn’t care, and that if both of them were so clingy that they needed to go to the bar together then they had bigger issues than whether thier table was still there when they got back. He said I was rude. I told him that if he didn’t like it, he could stand the hell up, and while he was up, fetch me another beer. The evening went downhill from there. I was right, too, the people went to pay thier tab and leave. And the little jerk never did get me a beer.
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I’m gonna stick this one ina spoiler, cause it’s too much info:
I’m pretty sure I’m channeling some other creature’s rectum. I pooped this morning, and there’s no way that much poop can reside in any human being. Not even one with questionable humanity and origins. Just when I got done pooping, I pooped some more. Then I did it all again. It was one of those poops that require a flush before you can wipe, only I flushed twice cause some of the poop decided to hang around after the first flush.
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I never did get around to posting the pictures, because I got to work a whole bunch of 18 hour days in a row. That’ll teach me to improperly down a server with a shaky file system and hardware that’s 5 years past end of life, won’t it?
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I don’t do the Opal thing. Its dorky, and I’m a geek.
welby, come on out anytime, we’ll sit at other people’s tables, drink microbrews and talk about alien poo. I’m in!
Just a fast drive through here before I await the GE man to fix my microwave vent. There’s outside air coming in through the outside vent. Then off to work…
All the time-consuming crap I was putting together last couple weeks was on last night’s board meeting agenda. The board probably got sick of me coming up to address them, but they liked both committee reports, publicly Kudo’d me for the bus lease re-fi and approved my other, new bus lease. So, maybe it was worth it all…
Ok, since I’m home, I’m playing with the kitties before the GE man shows.
If that is not the description of the perfect dopefest, I don’t know whatever could be.
TWO it looks like you got some competition for most TMI post of the week. Rarely do we have two such great contenders so early in the week! Impressive.
It’s great to be me today. Not only am I going to solve the woes and tribulations of the Bacon County High School student work experience program today (that’s Alma) but I am bringing them a check for five grand for their summer student enrichment program. I’m the good guy! YAY ME!
Jeesh! Get with the new millennium…it’s “Hi, Scout,” now. :rolleyes:
Nothing to say about the poop TMI except, well, good for you. :rolleyes:
I am about to embark on my monthly hell. No, not that girly one. :rolleyes: I gots to do my miscellaneous billing.
So, that is all.
For now.
Tupug
When will I learn? There’s a warning about TMI, and it’s covered in a spoiler box, and yet I still take a look. I swear, goldfish learn faster than me.
HD and floors. Yeah, I had that problem too. I feel your pain, sister.
We’re finalizing which deck stain shade and brand to buy today. The deck is 18’ x 24’, with rails all around, and freshly pressure washed. I’m thinking that we start with five gallons, and then buy in one gallon increments after that until it’s finished. Two coats, right?
Very busy today-off to buy paint etc. Need car stickers and need to find the IL state one and get that online or over the phone (forgot about it).
I"ll try to link to the new me, courtesy of Dot :
Introducing Nell![/img]
Hope it work, I suck at coding.
Um, good for you on the voiding thing? You must be at least 10 pounds lighter.
:sound of hacking cough:
I am not better. Lissla will not be working tonight, nope. I’m off to the doctor and also to Ikea (brief stop to buy more sheets, since I have to leave the house anyway). I’ve mostly lost my voice, so I’ll trot in to see my doctor and croak, “May I talk to you about my sleep medication?” I will probably also ask her about
Why I am having my period for the second time this month, and why I’ve been bleeding for five extra days. I normally spot during ovulation, but this is ridiculous. I even got cramps! I don’t think I’ve beaten welby in TMI. I can talk about the mucus I’m coughing up if you like.
Drae, let us know how you’re doing.
Do you think I’ve caught Rue’s cold?
rigs, you’re also clairvoyant! 
I’m not sick per se – but I feel might po’ly. Allergies. ALL-ER-GIES. I get them every spring; grass and tree pollen. I expect all the skin to fall off my nose and upper lip by nightfall, due to all the blowing I’ve been doing this morning. And no nice soft kleenex for me, no sir. Rough, scratchy toilet paper from the work bathroom! I can already feel the burn. This will go on until June 15, when all the pollen goes away. Thus it has been since your Miss Cherry was a wee sapling of 15.
I have, in my possession, mutton. Barbecued mutton, to be precise, from Western Kentucky, where such things are held up there in the same realm as the Holy Grail. My sister-in-law was visiting in Owensboro, Ky., over the weekend and brought back barbecue from the Moonlite, for anyone who’s frequented these parts. I expect my husband to experience orgasm-like gastronomics this evening. We make Dinner an Event in my house!
I’m just this side of “no fun at all.” I’m not feeling physically worse, but the longer this goes on, the further my spirits seem to sink. I’m just sick of it, really. I go to work for as long as I can, then I go home and lay down on the couch, then I eventually go up to bed. I’m resting all the time but I’m not sleeping well, and I’m just constantly on the verge of tears because I want it to stop.
The pain is definitely less than it was even on Friday, so I’m considering that a good sign. Nothing is guaranteed pain-free, though, not even laying on the couch with a heating pad and not moving. But that’s definitely the best solution I’ve come up with so far.
So this morning, on the way to work, I got one of those portable back pain heating pad thingies, which I currently have stuffed down the front of my pants as I perch slouched in my desk chair in a fashion that can no longer be called “sitting.” Yeah, I’m hawt. Hopefully, it will at least keep me in pain-management territory until lunchtime. I’m considering talking to HR about disability pay, if this doesn’t have an end in sight. I worked only one full day last week, and I even got sent home half an hour early yesterday. I’m just so thoroughly sick of it all that I can’t even stand myself. I feel horrible for my poor roommate.
Anyway, so as not to seem completely self-involved, I’ll go with a shout-out to my fellow sickies–may we all feel better, and soon. Congrats to the graduates, good luck with the flooring and cabinetry disasters, and welby, you might want to get that checked if it happens again. 
Damn Drae! How long is it that you have to wait for the insurance to say yea or nay to your next test or procedure? This is friggin’ ridiculous and I’m sitting here just fuming for you! I know that doesn’t ease your pain, but crap that is some really lousy patient care. :mad: 
I hope the rest of you sickies start feeling better too! There’s way too much sickness and pain going on around the ol’ MMP. It’s time to band together and push all the bad stuff away. C’mon everyone! Gather 'round! Get OVER here now. We’ve got to get these folks feeling better. All together now! “Go away bad germs and pain! Leave our folks alone!”
I don’t know why, but I keep getting to work ridiculously early. I’m bad about checking in with my boss, so I stay until my regular tour of duty is over. This means putting in an extra hour a day.
Why don’t I just leave, you ask? Well, the boss would like us to check in every day via e-mail. I have issues with that. If I were chronically late or something like that, I’d understand. But I am consistently early. If I am running late, I call ahead of time. Running late is a real rarity for me. So, for whatever reason, I rarely send him an e-mail to let him know I’m here. Therefore, I don’t feel like I can leave an hour early, when I arrive an hour early. I know, it’s stupid and doesn’t make any sense, but that’s just me. :rolleyes:
I need to see if a report is done running. I’ll check in later.
Well, I’m supposed to hear by the end of the day about the authorization for my cat scan. Of course, a cat scan isn’t going to make me feel any better, and now that I’m no longer worried about my appendix, I’m almost at the point where I don’t even want to bother. After that, I wait for my doctor to look at the cat scan and call me–probably to tell me that he once again sees nothing wrong, and I should shut the hell up. Then I find another doctor.
I was talking to a friend of mine, whose mother told her she had the same thing when she was just my age. Mom says the only thing to do is lay down and get a heating pad and wait for it to go away. Chances are I’m developing a new cyst every time I ovulate. That’s just fantastic, isn’t it?
I think I could deal with the pain and the associated feelings of lethargy and uselessness, if it weren’t for the fact that I’m worried I’ll get fired every time I have to go home because I just can’t sit at my desk anymore. True, I don’t want this job, but I also don’t want to have to search for a new one while I’m flat on my back and unable to be sure when I’ll be reliable to work again.
Lawdy, how to keep up with y’all! OK, I’m sending “be well” vibes to Draelin and Lissla and Rue, and anyone else who needs them.
Hey, eleanorigby, what color are you going to paint? Did you take “before” pictures, and will you take “after” pictures, and post them where we can see? I love the subject of remodeling.
I did my kitchen, living room, dining room, hallway & front entrance/stairway (it’s a split entry home) last summer - boy, that was a pain in the heinie! I just started on Phase II: The Bathrooms and Bedrooms. Spent last weekend painting both bathroom ceilings. Was supposed to work on the cabinets (painting over varnished wood is a lot of work, let me tell ya), but the weather isn’t cooperating - rain all week. I have to work outside, because our garage is full of crap that the Mister promised to get rid of months ago, and hasn’t.
{{{Drae}}} Hope you feel better soon. And I’m thumbing my nose at your stoooopit doctors. Are you taking painkillers? Ibuprofen is your best friend.
There is very little going on in my life right now. Mostly sleeping in and video games. However, I did go out yesterday, to go to Central Park in NYC with some friends. We ate snacks, and then we did the frisbee thing and the soccer ball thing. We’re talking unprecedented levels of physical exertion (for me) here, people. I’m the guy whose parents joke about calling CNN when I so much as step outside. And, I actually had fun doing it. Now, I know this is beyond shocking, but try to keep breathing here. I don’t want any casualties in the MMP, especially since so many of you are already sick.
Announcement: EVERYONE WHO IS SICK IS TO GET BETTER ASAP
Now that that’s out of the way, here’s today’s pun …
This is a combo pun, more bang for your buck. And Sean, no offense, but if you don’t like them you don’t have to read them.
Well, I’m going to go play some more video games.
Hey welby! I gotta tell ya 'bout this. Some friends of mine have an awesome home theater system, and Mondays they host a vegetarian potluck followed by a movie. It’s called Movie Night. Anyway, so last night I was at movie night, and one of our hosts, Doug, mentions that they showed a movie last night, too. A friend of Doug’s had scored a movie, and they hosted a screening for him and the band. “Really?” said everyone. “How cool. What movie?”
“Darkon,” said Doug, “It . . .”
“HOly CRap!” I interupted. “I know a guy who’s in that movie. Well, kinda.”
“Wow!” said everyone. “How do you know him? What’s his name?”
At which point I had to explain that I only know him on a messageboard and that his name, as far as I know, is welby, and no, I can’t remember what his game name is. Oops. It was still pretty cool, though.
Geez, what’s with everyone feeling crappily? Get better already! 
I love girl mucus! Tell us more! (When you say mucus, do you mean from your respiratory tract? Because that’s not as interesting.)
If you love girl mucus, I’ve got plenty for you! I’ve been producing copious amounts for over a month now. Unfortunately, it is all from my respiratory tract.
The only substance on earth I hate more than mucus right now is varnish.
I just saw the pictures from the Rue pic-a-nic! Very nice!
GT, you are just a petite little cutie! Now I see what you meant by, uh “gourmet” food. I’ve eated bear, boar, elk, deer, and rattlesnake. I haven’t tried gator meat because I heard it’s tough. I didn’t much care for the rattlesnake either. It looks like it was a fun gathering.
Is it Friday yet? Yeesh!