You have done well, Grasshopper.
Off to Rx (pharmacy for those who don’t know). Then back to bed. This is dull, being sick. I could be cleaning! 
Oh, and since we’re talking about our Freshman Year Loves, I should pass on an exchange I had this weekend. I ran into an old friend from high school I haven’t seen in twelve years, and we had more or less this conversation.
Him: So, you still talk to anybody? What about Kim, you guys were best friends.
Me: Kim? I haven’t seen her since she f*cked my boyfriend when she came to visit me at school.
Him: Okay, I’m going to go away, then come over again, and we’ll start over and pretend I never said that.
Sweet, sweet boy. 
Who grew up to be kinda hot … Hopefully I’ll run into him again.
Loved the OP, Spats, very well written. If you ever get sick of physics =, you could become a novelist.
And, yeah, I could write a book about my high school and college romances (many of which were so one-sided as to be limping on one leg) - Maybe I’ll volunteer to OP an MMP in the near future and tell you the rockiest of tales (once I’m positive the Neaderathal involved doesn’t post here - no reason to think he does, but it would just be my luck that he’d recognize himself in the tale, then woe is me)
I’m at work but, oy, I so don’t want to be. Smoley was being extra affectionate this a.m. and all I wanted to do was stay home and cuddle her. But I’m out of sick time, and quickly running out of Intermittant FMLA time, so I’m here.
Drea, where is Joisey is the fest? Maybe I’ll take a day trip…
“Hopefully”??? Why didn’t you get the digits? Or at least set up a next time while you had the chance?
Hi all. I’m here, sorta. I’m in full-on packing mode so less computer access than usual. AND… I have to take my car to the shop to get an estimate to fix the dent that some idiot put in it in a parking lot the other night. How hard is it not to hit a parked car?? Oh well. I guess my car isn’t new any more, is it?
Other than the car thing, good weekend. I saw all of my Massachusetts friends and caught up with all of them before I move. That was fun. And I went to the Wrentham Premium Outlets and went crazy. I love the outlets there.
Freshman year for me was spent at a women’s college and, well, I’m not into that so no freshman love story for me. But then I got to RPI for sophomore year and, as spats has mentioned, there’s a distinct difference in the number of men and woman and it’s in my favor. So I spent the first two weeks here just wandering aroud grinning like an idiot in a pool of men.
Then I realized that the saying “the odds are good but the goods are odd” is true. ::sigh::
I’ll update everyone on my move when I can. If I don’t get back for a while, if you’re sick, get better; if you’re sad/angry, hope things get better; if you have good news, congrats; if you eat good food or have a great recipe, I’m jealous; if I missed anything, I’m sorry! 
I gave him my number–I’m not completely hopeless, you know. Just mostly.
And the Dopefest is down south–linky.
Our company is supplying parts and people to do some of that work. Small world, but as Steven Wright says, I wouldn’t want to paint it.
Rosie why wait to start another MMP with this? Why not just throw it in here with the TMI, receipes, and Indian movie plot explanations?
Tuppy I hope the pug is okay.
:eek: You really think so? I’m flattered. I’ve been toying with the idea of maybe someday writing a novel, and only just recently did I come up with a way of doing it that would have a chance of working. We’ll see. All of you will, of course, be the first to know if it does happen.
**taxi ** - I had no idea you were Mass based (until just recently of course) )Or were you just visiting?) I could have visited you on my trip 2 weeks ago.
Also - maybe you should change your profile location, since you’ve already landed your dream job in Mpls
Sout’ Joisey is a bit of a schlep for me for a day trip. Maybe next time.
[thick Irish brogue]I might, rabbit I might[/tIb]
Good luck with the Pug…
Taxi - I’ve been way busy… Did you get a job out here?
Spats (May I call you that? Seeing as I’m pretty new around here and all…) Sorry you got kicked in hte teeth that way, but life IS better with the walls a little thinner. I don’t have much story to tell of that perieod that isn’t frighteningly introspective and depressing - I was miserable my first year of college.
Exactly one week ago, I was driving my truck home from a vet appointment, and said truck started tellling me awful stories about how it felt. Warning lights all over the place. I made it to my mechanic…
I’m about to go pick it up again to the tune of $1985.26. Arrrrgh.
(I apologise for the lack of bolding on names… I’m a bit dim today. I’ll try to do better, really, I will!)
Morning. Good OP, Spats. Ah, young love. You couldn’t pay me enough to go through “does-he-like-me?-Should-I-ask-him-out?-What-if-he-hates-me?” again.
Nothing interesting happening today. Chores, work, cats, and seeing Mr. Lissar sometime after 1 tonight. He’s doing his very last switchover to nocturnal. Yay!
They don’t call it a Christmas tree when it’s under water? 'Cause that’s the terminology I’ve heard referring to surface wellhead equipment - both gas and oil. I’m no petro expert, but I play one at work…
Good luck in the dunker. I used to watch Navy flight crew guys going thru that training, glad I didn’t have to do it. Especially when they had to do it blindfolded. 
<— simulated blindfold
I’m off work today, just back from the Dr. We’ve decided that I’ll try physical therapy first for my shoulder, and failing that, I’ll see an orthopedist. I’ve lost a lot of range of motion in my left shoulder. I suspect a rotator cuff issue, but the doc thinks it might be tendonitis. So in a little bit, I’ll call the PT place and get on the schedule. Hope it works - I can’t scratch my back with my left hand, and I can barely get my left arm high enough to wash my hair. I don’t need this kind of crap!!
Nice OP, but I’m not going to discuss my dismal dating life - as in NEVER in high school and virtually NEVER in college. In HS, I was too shy, in college I was 4-5 years older than most of my classmates, plus I had my own car and apartment and life (without dating, alas) Anyway, I lucked out when I took sailing lessons, and have lived happily ever after for over 22 years now.
Poor Taters - she’s flying into a rainy, chilly, ucky day - it’s not even going to hit 60 today! But tomorrow will be nicer. Yay!
Hi, folks and folkettes. Having gotten through last week without getting down too much about the breakup, I started feeling kinda blue on Friday, then I got to watch some girl be all over my ex-ex-boyfriend at a party on Saturday. Mostly the party was good, though. I’m thinking maybe I should host a Boston-Area Singles Dopefest to cheer myself up.
Ow! Crap, I just bit into a pebble in my lentil soup. Definitely not as much fun as the time I bit into a pearl in my oyster po’ boy.
Good thoughts headed out to Tupug’s number two.
Great OP Rifty! See I told y’all Spats was up for the MMP. Or was it Rifty who wrote it…
I don’t feel too good myself today. I’m all fuzzy headed and kinda achy. It better not be a cold. I hate cold. Especially Summery type colds, even though it’s still Spring. It feels like Summer here today. All humid and such… it’s supposed to rain. I wish it would.
My love life has always been strange. I never had a “serious” relationship until I met the guy I lived with for thirteen years who decided there was someone better and found out there wasn’t. HAH! I think he’d like to be back in my life but that’s just too bad. I’m right happy the way things are now with A Certain Burly Gentleman, who shall remain nameless.
I think I need Benadryl[sup]TM[/sup]
Good vibes headed to Puggy’s pug.
Hope the PT works FCM.
Feel better Rigs.
Fingers crossed on the house stuff Bobbio.
Good luck with the move taxi.
Yay for the gf Sean.
Welcome to the MMP Green_Means_Go.
Did I miss anybody?
URGH! Paintball guns should not be given to children!
At least, I assume it’s children that paintballed one of my listings over the weekend. I went out there to finish up the maintenance stuff and check everything off the list and was greeted with pink paint all over the door and side of the house.
Little jerks. Or big jerks. Whatever, they’re jerks. And why’d they have to use pink paint? At least it hadn’t totally dried yet and was realtively easy to get off. I hope he/she/they stub thier toes on a cold morning. Twice.
And what’s the hell with the cops? They just took the report over the phone, and left me to take pictures and everything else. And they didn’t even take the report yesterday, they called me back this morning.
If I ever find the little scrubs I’m gonna go buy me a paint ball gun and have a little hunt.
On the upside, I can’t WAIT for the mini-dope tomorrow!
Incidentally, we took a secret ballot - it’s your treat! :D:D:D:D
<thinkin’ I should probably wear a disguise tomorrow…>
Run of the mill paintballs are made of colored cornstarch, and by design should come off readily with a little water, such as a garden hose, or in a regular wash cycle for clothing.
There are permanent color paintballs available for industrial use (forester use them to mark trees for timbering as an example), but they’re not easy to get in sporting goods stores…
Still, I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to open a can of whupass on the little cretins if I had my way.
um, me.
and thank you for defining the anagram - I’ve been trying to work out what kind of bear he could be, but it didn’t end in B