Dolores I just wanted to say that the offshore survival training is the most fun week I have had - and I have had to do it twice now. Fun times escaping from an upside helicopter, jumping from a “platform” into stormy water, pulling yourself into the lifeboat. And then my favourist part for working in Norway was the freefall lifeboat 
Sorry back to your regularly scheduled thread…carry on!
I always went with “A Certain Bear Guy.” 
And since I missed it, feel betters to the sickies, good thoughts for Puggy, and rosie, I’m damn tired, too. 
No sweat. Mickey D’s Value Menu for all!*
Vunderbob, most of it came off. There’s a pink stain down the door. Mainly I’m just hoping the buyers don’t notice it on their walkthrough and decide that they want the door painted on the day we close.
Good OP Spats. We’ve all pretty much been there, done that. I see a lot more of myself in your narrative than I like to admit, especially the ‘self ostracized’ part.
BTW, when I first saw the thread title, the first thing thaat popped into my head was Springtime for Hitler and Germany. :eek:
Was that Shibb I saw go streaking past?
:Holds envelope to forehead: Who gets to cut the grass?
:tears envelope open: Sean
BTW, wrasslin to see who gets the first shower in the mornin can be fun, 'specially if you’re appropriately attired.
I should just make this my sig line, since I’m always missing something when I post.
BTW, get better right soon Rigs and #2Pug. Not that I’m lumping the two of you together Rigs, but you did say you were “sick as a dog”.
The idea of boobs coming out of their winter burrows made me chuckle. Then I thought what if boobs lived in communities like prairie dog towns. We could be watching National Geographic specials about The vanishing boobs of the great plains or something. Sometimes my mind goes completely off its leash.
I think I’ve told y’all about my plan to mount a paintball gun in the grill of my truck, haven’t I? <–somehow that grin isn’t quite evil enough.
Well, since today is my day off, I feel like I should be doing something, but I don’t know what.
Later.
I was pining for a crush who was spending the summer in Israel. HSLoML came 'round to the park where I was working. (We knew each other from school but never more than to say “hi” in the halls) So I took my lunch break and we walked to Friendly’s for a bite and conversation. I started crushing on him, and I guess it was mutual, because he started coming around several times a week. We weren’t dating, tho. Just hanging out and playing an occasional game of half court tennis.
Fast forward to the start of school. A friend was throwing a wine and cheese party, and said I could bring a date. (What? Me ask a boy? :eek: !! ) My best friend (who was also invited with guest) talked me into it. I approached HSLoML with trepidation and asked in a very round about way, closing with “It’s okay if you don’t want to” but before I finished that sentance he accepted. I did a classic sitcom double take, said okay and gave him the details, then ran down the hall to BFF’s class and told her the good news (her teacher allowed me to pop in from time to time, as long as I didn’t linger, and never if he was giving a test).
Meanwhile, Travelling Crush came home, and I felt I needed to tell him about HSLoML. Now, TC had never returned the crush, but he did like me as a friend, and often exressed concern over my well being (I tended towards drama-queen-hood from time to time) His response to my news was “you could do better” (he and HSLoML had gone to the same elementary school and apparently the latter still owed the former $3.47) When I looked at him :dubious:ly, he said “Oh, no. Not me. But better.” To which I said “Well, if you don’t mean you, then you have no right to say”
(to be contimued - yes there is more - but I have to get back to work
Yeah, they’re called Christmas trees - but us “insiders” 
call 'em trees. Production Trees, Gas Injection Trees, Water Injection Trees…
I have to be blindfolded… :eek:
Love that insider jargon!
Change of plans on the homefront - FCD isn’t leaving till Weds, and it turns out the travelers are all meeting at the Center and riding to the airport together, so I don’t have to get up at a ridiculously early hour to take him to BWI. Yay! But can I convince him to join the mini-DopeFest tomorrow? Doubtful. Very doubtful.
I’m scheduled for PT next Monday. Hope they can help me. I don’t want shots and I definitiely don’t want surgery. I just want to stop hurting. Stoopit shoulder.
Tell him there’ll be at least one other non-doper there. Welbywife will be there with all of us.
First, rifty, I forgot to say how much I enjoyed reading your OP. We need a thumbs up smilie.
Second, the scoop on Jade A/K/A Number Two Pug. They don’t really know what’s bothering her. The vet took xrays and they showed that the right side of her heart is slightly enlarged, she has some lung congestion the vet thinks is due to the incredibly crappy allergy season we are having, and there are two discs that appear slightly compressed in her neck vertebra. We discussed putting her on Prednisone but I really don’t like that stuff so we are trying another anti-inflamatory and OTC Claritin. Take one a day and call me on Wednesday. :rolleyes: Anyway, she has stopped panting but is currently sitting under my desk looking lost. We shall see.
Oh, yeah, in case anyone is keeping track, Flawduh continues to be on fire.
Puggy, here’s hopig that you don’t have to change your name to Pugless…
Damn. I finally tracked down the guy who did our recent motgage pre-approval, and they’re not licensed south of the border. Now we have to go through all the BS of finding someone in NC to work us up…
FCM The cortisone shots aren’t too bad. My mom prefers those for her hip rather than PT, and definitely doesn’t want them replaced again.
Speaking of streakers, ems stuck her head in again. I guess she’s going to be doing that in place of scout’s posts now.
And, by the way, :: waves at scout the lurker ::
Holy cow! :eek:
My mother has sent #1 son his 13th birthday present. (#1 son is now 14+). Yes, #2 son is turning 8 tomorrow, but mother is being scatty again. She’s not senile, just demented in a Monty Python older woman type way.
Anyway, she sure made up for the lateness of the gift: my son is now the proud owner of a genuine blued-steel dagger from the city of Kunming, in China.
:eek:
This goes with his dagger from Cairo, Egypt that he got for Christmas. I may wake up dead in my bed one day… :eek: (nah, not this son–he used to agonize when the worms died after a rainstorm–I like that in a male).
As for #2 son, mom went in on his present with us (which still hasn’t arrived–a pox on the company’s progeny).
The roofer never did show, so I sicced my husband on 'em. They are to come tomorrow AM, first thing. Huh-if they don’t the sales rep is my neighbor and I WILL be knocking on his door…
Got the flooring estimate today: $1600. Ye gods–what have we done?!? It’s only money, right? (feeling a bit of sticker pinch–haven’t even priced the Corian countertops yet…). Or the custom backsplash I want.
Thanks to all for the good wishes re my recovery. I now sound like a foghorn, but have started on the meds. I am more tired than anything, but am trying to still get this kitchen ready for demolition.
Hope the pup dog is ok with those meds, Puggers.
: streaking on through the thread… :
Who was that masked streaker?!?!? :eek:
Just talked to Taters - she arrived safely and made her way from the airport to the hotel with minimal problems, so yay! I’ll be meeting up with her about 5 tomorrow, and we’ll head over to Crystal City where we’ll connect with the welbys, and susan (I hope)
Double yay!
And another yay for not having to take my sweetie to the airport in the wee dark hours - turns out all of the travelers are meeting at Goddard at 5AM and going to the airport together. Which is great, because they’ll return him to Goddard when the trip is over and I won’t have to schedule my weekend around picking him up. Unfortunately, since he’s leaving at such a stupid hour of the morning (like 3:30AM) he won’t be coming to dinner. Not that it’s a surprise - he just doesn’t get into the Dope stuff as much as I do. I’ve tried to convert him…
Now, in the interim, HSLoML and I had bought the same shirt (gender specific, but essentially the same) the ever popular patchwork shirt that everyone in the mid 70’s owned (I think they even dressed Eric in it on one episode of That 70’s Show) and we decided that we would wear them to the party. TC was invited to this party as well. He was already there when we arrived and turned positively green (I’m hoping with envy, tho in retrospect, he could have just been nauseated ) when he saw us.
Things went well with HSLoML for several months, until it was prom ticket buying time. I was a senior and he, a junior, so I asked him. He waited a week to give me his answer, which was no, because he’d feel out of place being the only junior male there (which turned out not to be the case, but we had no way of knowing that in advance) and then he said we were getting too serious and we should take a break. I was devastated, but I survived the rest of the school year by concentrating my energies on TC, much to his consternation.
Then, about a week or so before graduation, HSLoML admitted he missed me, and we should start dating again, which we did, all summer. Then I went away to college, and he didn’t. When I came home late October to see the high school play, he broke up with me, saying he’d started seeing someone else. Again, devastation. But I survived - I’d found someone at college to focus on, and he returned the focus. (except for two weeks when I took my devastation out on him, since he had the same name as HSLoML)
Eventually, HSLoML and I were able to become friends, even tho I secretly hoped the flame would rekindle. We lost touch somewhere in the mid 80’s, and sometimes I still feel like he’s the one who got away.
Next chapter, the one who helped me get over HSLoML
I don’t have to talk about relationships and long-lost loves, right? Good.
Really liked your OP, though, rifty. And your story, too, rosie.
Hope rigs and rosie are feeling all better. My allergies are all perked up, even though I’m doing the industrial-strength OTC antihistamines. I hate having an itchy throat and eyes. They’re not nearly as bad as they would be without the nice antihistamines, but normally I’m able to control them completely.
Sorry about your little pug, Puggy. Hope she’s better soon. And boo for the fire, too.
Hi, Weird One. Have we given you a nickname yet? I’m thinking weirdo won’t work because several (most?) people might respond to it. TWO is a word on its own… What other possibilities are there?
Welcome, Green_Means_Go. FCM is too shy to tell you this, but there’s a rule in the MMP that all newbies send her chocolate.
Your mom gives…errm…interesting presents, rigs. I have my grandpa’s penknife, but I was somewhere beyond college when I received it.
Glad Taters made it there OK. Tell her we say “hi!”
Rebo and ems, that wet helicopter thing sounds really cool. To watch. I, personally, am confident that I would fail such a test.
Lotta streakers here today, I noticed.
I’m sure I’ve forgotten someone, but I really need to do laundry and to find a library book that’s overdue. I seem to have hidden it here somewhere. I’m sure I haven’t taken it back, which means it has to be here somewhere… Maybe I need to go find Hal’s thread about invoking the power of the Dope and ask for assistance. Kinda reminds me of praying for help from St. Anthony (patron saint of lost stuff).
Off to search.
GT
:Looks around livingroom:
We have two fake but heavy-duty aluminum swords beside me, a pair of kali (mini scythes), a chen (tai chi sword), a wooden chen, five random knives of varying sizes, a 12th century longsword, and a few different practice bokken (katanas) and a collection of staves in sizes from seven to three feet.
Oh, I forgot the sai and the… dammit… nightstick things, whose name temporarily escapes me. Anybody wanting to invade our house better think twice!
welbywife is really, really fun and cool. Tell FCD he’s missing out on awesomeness if he passes up meeting the welbys.
Back from work. Time to lounge around.
I would just like to say: :smack: :smack: :smack: :smack: :smack: :smack: :smack:
Library book hidden in plain sight. I was focusing on the subtitle and not on the title and actual author.
:smack: :smack: :smack: :smack: :smack: :smack: :smack:
That is all.
GT
I can’t believe no one is up yet. Wow.
anyway Happy Tuesday.
Well, I’ve been up since 5:50 this morning!
I hope little puggy gets better. My vet always told me that doggies who have allergies scratch rather than sneeze–but maybe that was just my doggie. She always got terrible rashy itchy skin in the spring and fall.
I have basically nothing meaningful to contribute. I’m too upset about a power struggle I seem to be having with my 11-year-old daughter. Who knew kids could be passive-agressive? It’s wearing me out.
I’ve got loads of annuals to plant outdoors, but of course it was raining all day Sunday, so I couldn’t do it then. Now I have to wait until Saturday.